Private [Event: Shadow Steward] Return of Sunagakure and the Rise of the 13th: A Battle Between the Sunan Saints and the Monsters Within!

[Chikamatsu Shin]

The sounds of screams echoed throughout the nearby city as the fear filled the minds of every person who's eyes fell upon the fallen Kazekage or any of the black flowers that blossomed within his range. The crashing sounds of explosion overhead as the skiffs engage in aerial combat caused the entirety of the fields to be filled with entropy and true guttual chaos.

The smile stretched across his face as the son of the Chikamatsu bowed before the demon of the Hidden Mist. "I feel it is time we truly cross blades, Akkuma. Show me your resolve. Show me your desire to live, and if you satisfy my cravings I may let you beg for your life."

[Post is short as most of the RP will be in the event Here]

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

“It has been so long since I’ve felt this freedom...to not be tethered to my mortal shell.”

Akkuma exhaled, his voice carrying an almost wistful amusement as he took in the sight before him. His ever-shifting gaze, vast as the cosmos, had settled on Shin’s chakra form. In this realm, where only the truth of their spirits remained. He could feel it, the raw & unrestrained presence of the Kazekage. For all their battles, their struggles, it was rare to face another without the weight of flesh & blood.

A small chuckle rumbled from his throat, not mocking, but genuinely entertained by the confidence in Shin’s words.

“Beg?” His grin was sharp, but his tone lacked malice. If anything, there was something fond in the way he spoke. As if Shin’s bravado was expected, maybe even welcomed. “Forgive me, Lord Kazekage...but I don’t think I’ll be obliging today.”

Here, he was something more...something closer to what he truly was.

Akkuma’s form flickered at the edges, as though his presence refused to be fully contained. The runic glyphs that crawled across his body burned like ancient sigils. Some whispering secrets, others pulsing like the heartbeat of something eldritch. Towering horns jutted from his head, the carvings within them shifting like living scripture. His slitted pupils gleamed with something undeniably inhuman, yet it was unmistakably Akkuma.

A familiar, almost conspiratorial smirk played across his lips.

“You always did have a flair for dramatics, Shin.” His chakra pulsed outward, not in aggression, but as if testing the space between them. “Very well, then…let’s see where this leads.” For once, there was no war-torn battlefield & no watching eyes. Only two beings, stripped of pretence & meeting as they truly were.

And that, more than anything, made this interesting.

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[Chikamatsu Shin]

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[Chikamatsu Shin]

Colors around the two would begin to melt and shift. The hues of their bodies would begin to change as their visages would glimmer in and out of reality. Their surroundings identical to where they once were but warped into a cruel inverted reality of what once was. the green splattering of blood across Shin's now light silver armor contrasted to the deep purple hue of his spectral hair. A toothy grin stretched across from his jaws, pulling further than what should be allowed. His topaz controlled eyes staring at Akkuma lifelessly. A shadow lingered around his body, one not like before. The presence of Kohana was no where to be seen. The cosmos flowed through the chakra outline of Shin.

"So be it then, Miroku Akkuma. I shall enjoy feeling your bones break underneath my hands."

He dropped his sword and began to get ready for what is to come. His chakra spiking. He could feel his chakra surging with spiritual energy.

"Help me."

Two words slipped from his lips as black ichor dripped from one of his eyes, the topaz hue fading to his sapphire gaze once more. The antidote that he was injected with was not of a strength to fully break the grasps, but it weakened it. Perhaps the events that would follow this altercation would be the determining factor if Shin could break free from the control, or if one of previous the Medical Chiefs would have to lose their lives.

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