Seeking Raikage-sama [Saito] [Open]

[Sand Council]

OC: A shorty -- she is trying to get you out of sight. Feel free to pick where she finds you. I never feel good godmodding where I find someone.

IC:

Shichi​

She was looking for him, him being Saito Akira the present Raikage. It would not be an arduous task, the media was a powerful tool in not only locating someone but also steering public opinion and attitudes. The woman was rather short in stature, just over five feet in height and she was tasked with a very specific task: to find the Raikage and... keep him out of the way. She would follow the milling crowd, the promise of meager compensation of five minutes of fame was more than enough for most to seek him. She looked like a normal girl, more modestly dressed than most but that was a personal preference more than an attempt to appear more respectable. She was pretty enough, not overly made up with minimal make-up and her long amethyst tresses left to hang down. Her eyes were a purple-blue but they were rarely seen beneath the cowl that she did not wear today. She was a member of the Soverign although today she has taken on another identity.

[Insert Location -- @ Saito (wherever you want)]

She would come upon Saito in the likliest or perhaps the most unlikely of places. She would squeeze between the lingering and ogling people, some more aggressive than others. The young woman who would as of today be known as Shichi would eventually find Saito and he was more a wall more than a man, at least comparatively. "Mister Raikage, sir?" She would call up at him, her voice tiny in comparison to the others but no less dedicated to be being heard. "Mister Raikage-sama?" She would repeat, her voice strained to be heard over the gossip-mongering of the crowd. She looked around before she let out a small cough that sounded more like a squeak before the pale beauty unleashed a terrible sound from her maw, it was a loud squeal-like noise that rattled the structure or the nearby structures of where they had met. ((Demonic Howl))

The other noises stopped, the civilians were bowed over with discomfort. The Raikage, regardless of her vocal capacity would be unscathed or barely touched if it effected him at all. The scream was not for him but that was the problem with noise, you simply lack control. "Mister Raikage-sama?" She repeated again, assuming by now that she got his attention. "My name is Shichi, a Medic from Sunagakure," she lied regarding both things. Well, actually neither was a lie. Shichi was the name and rank she had been given by her glorious and wonderful leader and there was a time that she was a Sunan medic hopeful but both of these things were a very long time ago. She was no longer that little girl assumed dead that was sold off for pennies but she survived hell and did not even see it as a terrible place, her sympathies and dedicated laid with her abductors turned allies much like every last one them - zealots now for a singular cause. "I have been asked to bring you to the Kazekage," she lied once more. "It is such a rare and blessed opportunity for two great men to be in the same room, an opportunity that we should not let pass. I can take you to his hotel room, away from the crowds." She offered, making sure that every last word she said was heard by not only her but also the crowd around him. Certainly there would be rumors heard, but they would not be the kind that involved a tryst. Not this time.

The lies would only continue until she got him where she wanted him and that would be alone away from the public eye.

 

[Junan]

He was trying to look at goods at a vendor, but the crowds were suffocating. It was something he simply enjoyed doing, collecting items from other lands which he could have displayed in his office. Perhaps it was because the Raikage's office, he felt, should make visitors from anywhere feel welcome. Perhaps it was because he simply wanted to be reminded of his travels.

It didn't matter.

He ignored the crowd which seemed to move both with and against him. They would for the most part get out of his way, what he really hated were the mothers trying to marry him to their daughters. The concept that they might marry a Raikage being so wonderful, despite his being sometimes close to fourty years their senior.

Still, it was what it was, and so he would endure, as he always endured.

Another voice in the crowd would be lost, another voice calling his name falling on ears which blocked out and ignored what it couldn't block. However when the noise shook the world around you you take notice. Use of chakra was also a quick way to die around a shinobi, and though he turned, his hands on the hilts of his blades, he looked before he lept.

The young girl before him now had his attention. His hands moved from his blade, her body language didn't say that she wanted to fight. He bowed his head after she gave her name and responded in kind, As you know, I am Akira Saito, Raikage of Kumogakure. How can I help?

The quietening of the crowd was a pleasant relief, he couldn't help but enjoy that.

Her words were spoken at a volume which made it seem like an announcement. Perhaps the Kazekage wanted people to know that he and the Raikage were to meet. Akira frowned slightly, but didn't pay it any mind. It wasn't his way of doing things, but that didn't mean it wasn't someones way. And away from the crowds sounded pleasant.

It would be an honour to meet the Kazekage. Please feel free to take me to him.

He didn't smile, but he was a bit more relaxed.

He asked questions which were answered, nothing major, just small talk as they walked, eventually coming to areas less populated, then to an area which seemed perhaps too quiet, but he hadn't been paying it any attention.

 

[Sand Council]

Shichi​

She did not take the mountain of a man for the type to collect knickknacks, but here he was beneath the colorful awnings of the Bazaar doing just that. The storefronts here were rather eclectic, the quality of the goods ranged from criminally poor to exceptionally high quality depending on how much he paid and how deep into the city he was willing to venture. Until recently one of the last Journeymen resided here, a Merchant Lord no longer, he was able to tie souls to his weapons in an exceptional manner. The weapons were similar to that of a Nanjiro in many ways, one of the main differences between him and that clandestine family line being the fact that he was willing to sell his creations. The weapons were said to sing, cry, console and teach the wielder. The concept fascinating but something she and her kind considered wasteful -- that is, the notion of investing in an inert object when you had a practitioner at the handle that could consume that very same essence and become stronger without depending on a blade.

Yes, she ate souls.

There are several basic physical laws that exist in this world, one of them being the fact that energy is never created nor destroyed... only transformed. She, like the others did not require souls to survive, she was born human and had endured hell to get to where she was today. Before she was indoctrinated into the Soverign, she was insufficient and weak, even considering the fact that she was one of the few among her Soverign brethren that was at one point a formally trained as shinobi to an extent. She never graduated the academy, she lacked the aptitude to succeed. She was sold off into slavery before she ever had the chance to prove otherwise. She survived the pit like the others. She or rather they were fed souls. They were not human, not those souls. They were fed some imprisoned and tortured Ancient, a race that long predated humanity that one would have thought had faded into obscurity. She, like most never put much thought into their fates, she assumed that the 'immortal gods' were more mortal and less godly. She was correct on the later but not the former. So she consumed an Ancient soul that had consumed thousands human souls, like the others and just the one Deep Court soul was apparently all that was necessary. The other souls? She ate others but she was hungry and yes they were human but they were never going to amount to anything and they were not going to be missed.

Was she here to eat this man's soul.

Unfortunately not, but it would have made for a glorious meal. His purpose was to be taken, to rile his subordinates and have them level blame on Sunagakure rather than their hosts. They intended to paint Sunagakure the villains in the impending war, they had no desire to see the Five Great Nations or rather the final three rise up against them and defend a dying breed. The world was not meant for shinobis any longer and the common-man was finally going to have their day. The shinobis got the best jobs and had all the resources while the average civilian had nothing, they were left to scrape if they wanted to survive. What builder wanted an average man to build a wall as a mason when you could have someone with an elemental earth affinity rise it for you in hours instead of weeks? They could not compete but they could destroy them from within though in-fighting. Yes, Sunagakure was their first target but their reach would eventually become international.

She walked with him, he seemed rather trusting but that was not a surprise. Not because she was small or because she was pretty but rather because she believed that he believed that in a fight he would have better standing; in fact she was one of the weakest members of the Soverign and they would be on perhaps equal footing because of that. Still, very few suspect a ninety pound woman to be an actual threat. She would chat pleasantly enough about the weather and the economy, the fact that there were a number of fascinating faces making their appearance in the village as of late and finally the fact that it is a shame that the media enjoys writing such terrible lies and filth in their papers. She knew wholly that everything said in those articles was a fabrication, merely propaganda to ensure that they would not miss their targets and to feed their annoyance as their dignity was assaulted by an unseen opponent. They wanted tempers to flair but as astonishing as it was, for the most part this gathering of shinobis was innocuous thus far.

She would lead him down twisting alleyways, each getting narrower as she took him closer to the heart of the city. Pedestrians did not amble these paved streets as the dusty packed earth roadways became cobblestone and the low-lying shambles of buildings became large sprawling estates. Lanterns hung on poles and lit the street, causing their shadows to loom in front of them. She would come to a stop and look to her right, they were in front of the Aburabuta estate, an empty property these past few weeks which has served as the impromptu home of several of the Sovereign. "We are here," she lied as she pointed to the building and then took a step back. By now, a trained shinobi such as him would likely start to have his suspicions even if socially exhausted by the spectacle that was his appearance in media, that likely being the only reason she got him out of the marketplace so easily. Overconfidence and exhaustion had left him without guard, if there was one they it had thus far remained unseen by the would-be attacker. Still, even if it was his way to travel alone and to not question strangers that request his company as a testament to his own strength, she also led him away from the crowds and away from the hotels. She had pointed out a private residence that he had likely never heard of before and that would have set off alarms in most.

She would walk behind him if he approached the building, if he waited for her to lead the way then she would walk in front of him. She was confident as well being willing to expose her back perhaps but she was being cautious as she listened to his footsteps and attempted to discern any changes in his gait. She was not one to use force when they were coming willingly. Until he stopped her and questioned her about where they were going she was going to continue as if this was completely normal and even say such. If they entered the building without incident he would see a lovely foyer, the kind that one would only see in movies and she would motion him to follow still deeper into the household. She would be disappointed that there was no fight if he just let her chain him to a wall because 'that was how they did things in Suna' but she was also not going to complain if he made things that easy for her. Their destination would be a room in the heart of the building, a locked door reinforced with steel plates. She would unlock the door wordlessly before she announced simply "...after you, sir."

 

[Junan]

They walked along. Everything seemed okay, but Akira began to feel a little odd about their surroundings. She would notice his head looking around a bit more as they neared the location. Something smelled off and didn't quite sit right. Yet he couldn't put his finger on it.

Where is everyone? He asked himself, but then thought that perhaps everyone had gone to celebrate the examinations, there could be any number of reasons. But still. It was uncomfortable, and he wasn't sure whether it was the lack of people or something else.

No matter.

She said that this was where he was staying.

Looking at the building in his mind he questioned it. Hadn't she said hotel earlier? Though it had no signs or anything perhaps it was a luxury hotel or something, assuming that the Kazekage was into that type of accommodation (Akira was bunking in a local hostel, the feel of the wooden base through the thin foam mattress which wasn't long enough for his body made him feel like he was back in the forge).

His eye dropped from the location to the girl.

He understood what was wrong as soon as he looked at her. It was something he was generally very good at, reading people, and she was acting strange, while not acting strange. She smiled, it even reached her eyes, but she didn't move, she waited and watched him, looking perfectly normal while acting completely unusual.

This is possibly a trap. So what do I do? He thought to himself as he stepped forward moving towards the building. His mind whirred. There were no people around, if a fight broke out no-one would be harmed other than one of them. Chances were pretty decent that she would know he was suspicious, perhaps she assumed that he was going along because she thought he thought he could overpower her. He however would never underestimate opponents ever again, last time had cost him his eye and months of torture.

The memory forced a reflexive action, one which would give the woman warning that he was very uncomfortable.

They reached the building, Akira hoped he was wrong, but as the door was opened and he could see the inside was equally empty he knew something was wrong and he stopped.

I'm sorry, what is this place? He looked at her, size didn't matter in the world of shinobi, he knew this all too well, indeed being small often meant you had an advantage.

If the Kazekage is truly here then have him come and meet me. Akira had a general idea on what he looked like, his name and such. Not from meeting the man, but he was the Kazekage, and just as Akira's face would be easily found by any wanting to know about the Raikage, so would the leaders of the other villages.

His eye watched the girl, waiting to see what her next move would be.

 

[Sand Council]

Shichi​

A thin-lipped smile emerged across her face, so this is where we stop she thought. She had made several mistakes already in the course of a few minutes but that was not to mention the fact that the foreign leader also likely had a strong sense intuition honed over the years. She was not intended to work the front lines, more the group healer than the brawler or the shield. She was sent on this errand for a specific reason of course: to be seen and to take her target non-violently. Many of the others were prone to violence and their dangerous propensities would only cause attention to be directed to where they did not want it. The Daimyo was the obvious villain at the moment, but only in regards to Sunagakure and their upper echelon. There was no motive for the Daimyo to strike against foreign dignitaries, but yet there here they were. The reason was simple, the place the blame on another community and have them start to fight among themselves.

I'm sorry, what is this place?

"A private residence," she answered truthfully. "[It] Belongs to a prominent businessman based in Sunagakure," she added, this being the second home of the Lord hopeful Aburabuta Hirotomi. The details of this arrangement something to elaborate on at a later time.

If the Kazekage is truly here then have him come and meet me.

"I cannot do that sir, I am supposed to bring you in," she answered simply. Her mouth cocked to the side she looked up at him. She looked around, at least there were not going to be many witnesses here but she would have to kill them after. She let out a sigh, "you should be superannuated by now." He was far too antiquated to serve as a village leader at his age she reasoned, men usually seek retirement in their thirties from the shinobi ranks if they survived that long. "I do not want to maim a hoary man... nor do I want to have to kill anyone as unfortunate enough as to be able to provide testimony," she admitted. She had standards and beating the elderly was not necessary below them but she would not enjoy the process. "You must be what... forty? ...Fifty?" He looked good for his age, but he was still middle-aged no matter how you spin it. To her his age was an age of antiquity and in reality she was correct for the most part -- it was rare that a man or at least a shinobi made it into their third never mind fourth or even fifth decade.

"Assume that I am at least as strong as you were at your prime. Presume that household has at least three more stronger than me," she breathed "save yourself some dignity and just come with me." She reasoned as she gestured towards the massive building. "You might be able to overwhelm me, after all a man of your ...maturity must have been able to hold that title for a reason and I am no fool. However, you won't beat the rest of us and you put every person in sight range of your valiant last stand at risk." She was not banking on him being the benevolent type, especially the kind to self-sacrifice for another country's people. However, he was also likely the type to take a loss-win analysis, right now he was not restrained and had only one Soverign to deal with. If he acted aggressively he might be forced to deal with others or perhaps it was a bluff, leaving him with a call to make.

What could he see?

What did he know?

He knew that she gave a name, a name that was a number. She claimed to be from Sunagakure. He knew what he was told, but that meant nothing because what she said could be a complete lie. Neither statement was, but both statements were lies. She was 'Shi', it was a new name given to her as her previous name was stripped from her when she was indoctrinated in the Soverign and while she was never a Sunan shinobi she was at one time a Medic hopeful. He knew that she was tiny, but size could be utterly deceptive. He knew that she was looking for him. This was a certainty -- she needed him. The question was, how much control over the situation did that give him? She did not seem too keen on fighting, perhaps it was because she would not win. Maybe she did not like to fight. Potentially she could not or chose not to.

 

[Junan]

He answers were fair, but when she denied being able to bring the Kazekage to him it was made obvious that this was a deception. He gave himself a half step back from her as she spoke, his eye watching her movements intently, his expression fallen into the grim seriousness that matched his situation.

She mentioned his age, and she was right, he was nearing his fifties these days, his golden years far behind him. He was not the powerful shinobi he had once been, filled with confidence, capable of fighting anyone anywhere at any time. Doubly what she didn't know was that generally he wasn't a solo fighter, he had always been partnered up with an ally. Shinbatsu in his youth, other shinobi as he'd gotten older. So his style wasn't oriented towards being able to take someone out in a one on one scenario.

However her boasting of her strength left a slightly bitter taste in his mouth. Perhaps she didn't know how strong he had been, but then, perhaps she was correct, and perhaps she was stronger than he had been at the height of his strength. Impossible to ever find out, for he would only have what he had been left with as age had stolen much.

I only hold my title because I have the respect of my peers and an unequalled work ethic. That is all. The seat of Raikage isn't simply held by the strong, it is held by those who can, have and will put the effort into the village.

It was true, Shin had not been a fighter at any stage of his shinobi life, yet had risen to the title and held it for many years.

He took a breath, his eye closed as he did so, calming himself. He knew what would come next.

Opening it he gave her an almost apologetic look.

You say that it would be more dignified for me to just give up. This is not my way, nor is it the way of my people. I am far from as strong as I was, so you will find me comparably easy to take down. But lets see how easy that is. I have the lives of everyone bearing witness to this on my shoulders. I want to see how my old bones fare in a fight for survival.

No matter how hopeless it might be.

Lord Shinbatsu... give me strength.

[bmod called]

 

[Sand Council]

working on a post after work. =)

 

[Sand Council]

OC: Post for post you are now synchronized with Kouin's thread as of the conclusion of the post that also mentions this in Kouin's thread.

Shichi​

"A man full or PRIDE," she laughed heartily "...good." While some would call pride a sin, she saw it as a virtue for any man or woman worthy enough to boast. "We are a good match," she commented matter-of-factly. While tiny she did not seem afraid to take up space as she prepared herself for combat. "I am glad that this is your vice," she continued. "Better than your pervert Sennin," she nodded in the direction of the building that she had attempted to lure him into.

He might debate her statement that this fray was to preserve or to recover his bruised pride, however he never asked why. He never tried to consider what her or rather their plan was. It did not seem to matter because his strength had been challenged. She took in a deep breath, "the lives here are forfeit," she warned. The statement was not made in hope that he would back down but rather to push him still to enter this fight.

"I am malleable..." she would seem to echo.

She looked up at him with a smile "Do you like fighting because you like hurting people or is it because you like winning?"

Her stance widened and her hands started to run through a series of seals that seemed unusual but non-offensive. "How fragile is your ego?"

"Addled by age, are you desperately trying to grab hold of your youth and vigor!" A crowd would seemingly encircle them, simply civilians that were obviously not real. The technique was a ninjutsu and not a genjutsu and their creation was not a trick of the mind or the eye but rather a mere hologram. The point was the clapping and the cheers. The point was to pull at the sinews of his heart and to give him what he wants. To worsen his burden by making him a greater monster than when they met. The goal, although many pieces were still missing was to deepen the paranoia, the anger, the avarice, the hate that every shinobi harbors not only for their foreign counterparts but for their own and even for themselves. To deepen the chasms that separated them and to incite a war to end all wars, an end that would end shinobis fought out of nationalism, fear and pride. "Do you miss the sound? ...Tell me Raikage, can you hear them cheering!"

She would unleash another attack, it looked like a wave of earth that was not aimed at Saito but the for affluent building adjacent. The crowd seemed to roar in response to the destruction, cheering Saito, not Shichi on.

---

Note: Will post my attack moves first publicly IF Saito elects to have me mod my own battle but he will be asked to prove me with a sheet of rolls because it is a shared effort. I am a firm believer in collaborative moderation.

 

[Junan]

[OOC: Post removed - Kouin will be bmodding the fight to save my confused mind]

[Stats and actions sent]

 

[Michi]

Then I will give you access to a roll 20 for the rolls.

Feel free to edit for conditionals, I was planning on giving the Cabal actions first because you are soloing an event opponent. I will ask Bone to re-verify the Fata Morgana augment for us.

 

[Sand Council]

And sent my stuff as well then. It was a rush job, next round of moves will be better.

 

[Kouin]

Akira Saito
HP: 42,000-4455-337-150-840 = 36218
CP: 36,000
AP: 10-1-.5-2.5-2.5 = 3.5 AP
AP next Round: 11 AP
Status: 2x Black Lotus, Sprained Heart

VS.​

Shichi
HP: 125,000
CP: 75,000-2025-560-750 = 71665
AP: 10-3-2-1 = 4+1 = 5-.5 = 4.5 AP
AP next Round: 12 AP
Status: Just Chillin, Stoneskin​

Akira's moves into the stance of a Dueler, and squared down with Shichi! (0.00s)

Runic glyphs fester across Akira's body as he prays to the heavens! (1.00s)

Akira attempts to seduce Shichi with his Enchanting Style! (1.50s)

Shichi does a hidden action! (Hit! Crit!) (3.00s)

Multiple Shi's appear on the field! (Akira isn't aware of the real Shichi) (5.00S)

Akira attempts to break free from his mind! (Failed!) (5.50s)

Shichi's skin begins to take on a Stone-like complexion! (6.50s)

Runic glyphs of the Stars wrap around Shichi's body! (7.50s)

Shichi pulls up her dukes and puts the gloves on! (7.95s)

Akira has awoken from his deep slumber! (8.00s)

Shichi makes a quick triple jab at Akira's Heart! (Crit! Miss! Hit!) (Heart is Sprained!) (Stung by the Black Lotus x2) (8.00s)

Akira didn't have enough time to complete his actions!

- Akira, due to the bind, you couldn't complete any of your actions since you woke up so late into the round.

- I'm a little rusty, but everything checks out on my side... If you see any errors you can PM me here, or find me on Skype/Discord.

 

[Junan]

He moved into position to begin the fight, he didn't tend to like to make the first move, rather waiting to see what it was he should expect from his opponent, what kind of opponent he would be facing.

His skin patterned, crossing until it was jet black, his grey hyuuga eye remaining as it was, though his hand moved to remove the eyepatch, revealing a Mangekyou sharingan underneath. Akira knew it hadn't been there before the seal had been activated, but knew that his master would like a front row seat to the fight.

Yet as he finished a couple of his preparation steps he felt his eyelids closing.

Dammit... he thought, moments later, unknown amount of time, his eyes opened once more, she was above him and her hands made strikes at his chest, one biting deep, Akira managing to fend off a second but the third also hit. There was more to the attack than simple damage as well.

He was on the floor and looking up at his opponent, and despite the pain and blood which already flowed from him he gave a wry smile.

At least she isn't underestimating me.

[actions sent]

 

[Sand Council]

Shichi​

The false audience continued to cheer Saito, not Shichi on. It would be the last thing he heard as his seal spread its taint throughout his body, corrupting his flesh but giving him power in exchange. "A risk taker... I like it," she laughed as her hands ran through an array of seals. Most men, especially those old and careful such as he tend to 'power-up' before they make their first, righteous and viscous attack and they depend on the fact that they have such great strength to fortify themselves while simultaneously destroying their opponents. That was all-right, she was well aware that the Raikage was not a reckless man, his regalia alone suggested a man of caution and vigilance. He would fall asleep and she would let the man fall to the ground, the cobblestone road would serve as his impromptu bed. She continued to prepare, taking the same care he would have if he was in her position. They were more similar than he would ever know, she did not lose an eye during captivity but she was scared all the same.

Everything breaks, even Kages.

Loose-leaf paper started to roll out from hidden alleyways and seemingly thin air, as if a pair of whirlwind vortexes had emerged in front of her a pair of identical twins were formed. Indistinguishable from their host she continued on. Her flesh turned grey, she looked like a sculpture made of marble - small but lovely. The very heavens themselves were etched onto her surface. Her eyes never left the Raikage as she slipped her gloves on. He would rouse shortly thereafter, the crowd would break into a round of applause over the Raikage's recovery. A cloud of dust erupted behind her as she came at the Kumo leader, a flurry of attacks in the blink of an eye but she caught that wry smile. "Enjoying yourself sir?" She prodded "I think you would enjoy it more if you hurt me back," she was assaulting his pride, he had given her no indication as of yet that he had a greater fatal flaw to exploit.

She wanted to embarrass him, just a little. Make the man work to rebuild his bruised pride, however in doing so she could only hope to incur his interminable wrath in its stead. She wanted to feed a paranoia that had been festering between these little, distant shinobi communities - overflowing with xenophobia and nationalism. She had an ingrained hate for shinobis despite yearning to be one at one time but that was a lifetime ago and she was but a child when she was taken. It was the failing of her parents that she was never missed. Nobody really cares about the common man but by the time they were done the 'everyman' would be the only man.

[Actions to be Sent Shortly]​

 

[Kogami Ayumu]

Ayumu was in no particular hurry to find Kouin now. After all, the bartender had said he left with a woman. Truthfully the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt. The idea of it disturbed him slightly. As he drew closer to the source of the chakra he was tracking, he nearly decided to give up and track Kouin down later after his activities. Nearly. The sound of a massive explosion shook the buildings around Ayumu as dust and debris flew through the air. Just down the street, a building had been destroyed. Ayumu's eyes widened in shock. The chakra was coming from that very vicinity. 'Shit... what is that dumbass up to?!' Ayumu thought in a slight panic. It wasn't like he was concerned about the man or anything, baka. Ayumu's hand shot up to his headset to contact any nearby Kumo-nins. He realized that he wasn't in his own village now and their numbers were limited, but that was all the more reason to gather who he could.

"This is Sennin Kogami to any Kumogakure shinobi in the area. The ANBU Sennin may be involved in a fight in the Bazaar, if you are in the area report immediately," Ayumu said calmly through the mic clipped to his collar. Perhaps Kouin would hear that himself and respond? Ayumu wasn't likely to be that lucky. There was no telling if anybody was near enough to hear those words, and he didn't have the time to wait. He rushed forth to the source of the destruction and the screams that accompanied it. This was certainly no scheduled demolition, Ayumu definitely heard the telltail sounds of jutsus being launched. With the dust clearing, Ayumu could now make out two figures. One he did not know, the other was...

"...Saito-sama?" Ayumu questioned in a whisper soft puzzled tone. This was not the shinobi he was expecting to find in combat. Actually, the chakra was coming from the building beside the two combatants. However, that mystery was going to be forcibly set aside for the moment. The Raikage was battling somebody in the streets of the bazaar, and he was presently on the ground, meaning the other fighter was no joke. This was no spar. Buildings weren't destroyed in a simple friendly spar. Ayumu drew his blade, thankful that he never left home without it. He didn't announce his presence, whether they noticed him or not was up to them. Frankly he didn't want Saito telling him to let him fight alone again. Thoughts raced through his mind. He had tracked Kouin here, so why did he find the Raikage in battle? Did Saito also track the ANBU Sennin here? Did something happen? The questions would have to wait.

"Revising my previous announcement, the Raikage has engaged an enemy in combat. The ANBU Sennin seems to be in... some sort of estate near the combat zone, status unknown- if somebody could kindly check on him too? Goddammit somebody better be listening," Ayumu spoke into his mic. He was hoping for a lot here, for there to be enough Kumo shinobi near enough to respond to help them in combat and look for Kouin. He had come searching for Kouin, but there was a clear and present threat in front of him to deal with before he could continue that matter. With that, the time for messages was over.

[Entering Battle - Calling any allies to join or go help Kouin. Let me know if this is alright. Sending actions soon as I can.]

 

[Rega]

It was sheer happenstance that Rega was in the area after her peculiar meeting with her protégé. It had left her with quite a few questions that only her beloved Shinbatsu-chosen leader could answer. And as a result, when the call came out for Kumogakure’s finest, she was the first to pick up her headset for Kogami. The noise of the destruction didn’t bother her too much, it wasn’t her country and it didn’t seem like this place was lacking for ninja, so it was likely best to not get an ANBU Captain involved in an international mess… But sure enough, it had already been elevated above her paygrade. ”This is Hammerfae, I’m en route to you now. I’ll just follow the devastation…”

She hadn’t meant for the last few words to be heard through her headset, but she knew just enough about her boss to know that he was strong, brash, and without commitments. This sort of thing was a nuisance, and hearing the call from the main branch sennin could only mean that she’d once again play low man on the totem pole once the smoke cleared. It was certainly nice to have these two given the sennin before them, but in a scenario this far away from home it was just really fuc-

”Did you say Saito was in combat?! Correction, sir, I’ll be reinforcing your efforts to defend the lordgod’s only son immediately! Any other combat-capable shinobi, priority goes to neutralizing threats to the Raikage. I will NOT tolerate another incident like before! My boss is more than capable of staving off hostiles until the priority target is safe!” She didn’t really know for sure if that was true, having never tested Nobu or Kouin in battle, but the guilt of Hayate Shin’s murder still hung on her shoulders. As her demonic blood pulsed and throbbed throughout her body, her usual shadowplay tactics were not running through her mind. ”My body, be it as shield or saber…” she thought to herself as she darted through town, ”will see Saito home to Kumogakure!”

:: Joining in on the combat if at all possible! ::

 

[Keigo Oen]

'WHO YA GONNA CALL! CALLL HYAZO!'​

Setting himself up as the protector of the Raikage Zo was always around. Lingering on in the shadow of the Kage. And whislt things happened he knew the man could protect himself but he wouldnt be about to leave this great man of Virtue alone in the runt... Then with the clammering he would find himself looking after Ayumu and the Rega woman pencil pushing woman there with them now. Shaking his head as he would have no choice but to enter the fray. He was gonna watch it and see how it worked itself... Then again. Why should the Kage get his capable hands dirty. It was Zo's job to make sure it didnt happen. So with everything in him he would look to the man as he would appear from under his feet next to his lord.

"You rannnng~", he'd smirk as he would place a solid hand over his chest before lowering himself. This was definitely something that he didnt want to make overly long. However, Hyazo was always prepared to-... Looking over to the corner of his visage, he found his eyes trailing to find Kouin? Well then. This was definitely going to be interesting. Yup... the sight that he'd just seen would not be one he would want to see again. Hand he wasnt about to be the one told to go help Kouin. Even if that was his Sennin he still despised the man. The Commander of the ANBU Fleet's right hand, Zozo. Nah he wasnt about that life at the moment.

"...Sir... I'll take the left. You take the right?", nodding in a whisper Zo would draw one of his blades and would prepare for the quickest fight of his life. Unless this woman was higher than the level of a Kage. Higher than the level of which a Kage fought on. No Kage was like Saito however, Zo felt that he was the strongest and most potent in battle. And that would be shown today right!? It was TIME! TO BUST THIS B-...

[Entered and sending actions and such.]

 

[Kouin]

Modding when I get off work. I've informed the eligible participants who they are.

 

[Kouin]

Beginning round notes. Saito was asleep so is unaware of the real Shichi. Ayumu and Hyazo are as well, I failed to make mention of this in the first mod; apologies.

Akira Saito
HP: 36218
CP: 36,000-620
AP: 11-2
AP next Round: 11 AP
Status: 2x Black Lotus, Fractured Heart, Sprained Head, Bleed Rank 1

Kogami Ayumu
HP: 51,600
CP: 30,000-875-4000 = 25123
AP: 10-5-4.5
AP next Round:
Status:

Gamabunta
HP: 28,500
CP: 20,000
AP: 6
AP next Round:
Status:
[spoilername="Ayumu Clones"]Kogami Ayumu
HP: 2924
CP: 1700
AP: 2.5
AP next Round:
Status:

Kogami Ayumu
HP: 2924
CP: 1700
AP: 2.5
AP next Round:
Status:

Kogami Ayumu
HP: 2924
CP: 1700
AP: 2.5
AP next Round:
Status:[/spoilername]


Baaki Hyazo
HP: 42,600-510 = 42090
CP: 33,600-110-1200-4000 = 28290
Nature Chakra: 5,040
AP: 10-1-2.5-1-3 = 2.5
AP next Round: 11
Status: Looks like Akira

GIANT TREE OF GAIA
HP: 17040
[spoilername="Zo Clones"]Baaki Hyazo #2
HP: 13,080
CP: 10,080
Nature Chakra: 5,040
AP: 5
AP next Round:
Status: Looks like Akira[/spoilername]

VS.​

Shichi #1
HP: 125,000
CP: 71665-1510-280-2200-2200-380 = 65095
AP: 12-3-3-3
AP next Round: 12 AP
Status: Just Chillin, Stoneskin, feeling flawless

Shichi #2
HP: 12,500
CP: 7500-240-240 = 7020
AP: 3-1.5-1.5
AP next Round: 3
Status:

Shichi#3
HP: 12500
CP: 7500-240-240 = 7020
AP: 3
AP next Round: 3 AP
Status:​

Hyazo squares up next to Akira and challenged Shichi to a duel! (0.00s)

Ayumu backs up his Raikage and stands to duel Shichi! (0.00s)

Hyazo slides his limited edition dukes! (0.00S)

Hyazo decided to play doctor and whips out his syringe! (0.00s)

Hyazo tries to help Shichi with some liquid inject! (0.00s) (Shichi auto-dodges!)

Hyazo transform into the Prideful Akira! (1.00s) (Shichi is unaware of the real Saito)

Akira uses Mystic Transmutation! (1.81s)

Shichi performs a hidden action! (2.50) (Akira and Hyazo Affected!) (Shichi is aware of the real Saito and Zo)

Hyazo summons his gn- wood clone army! (3.50s)

Shichi does a hidden action! (5.00s) (Akira is bound again!)

Ayumu does a hidden action! Ayumu's scatter the field! (5.00s)

Shichi #2 uses thundahclap! (5.00s) (Hit, Hit, Hit) (Zo jumps in front of it takes the shock!)

Shichi #3 uses thunderclap! (5.00s) (Hit, Hit, Hit)

Hyazo calls forth mother Gaia and summons a tree! (6.50s)

Akira Attempts to break out of his bind! (7.27s) (Fail!)

Shichi unleashes a focused shredding torrent! (7.50s) (Akira hit! Zo Missed!) (Heart Fractured, Head Sprained, Bleed Rank 1!)

Ayumu called forth the MIGHTY GAMABUNTAAAA! (9.50s)

A lot of shenanigans occur.

If there are any questions (i know their will be) just pm me on discord/Skype

 

[Junan]

Laying on the ground before his opponent he was suddenly made aware of two other presences. He looked to his left and saw his main branch Sennin, then to his right and there stood the captain of his guard, Hyazo.

A small smile formed as his opponent was forced back slightly from there presence, and Akira stood while Hyazo went at his target with a syringe.

Awakening his blades, Akira watched on as his guard turned into another figure of him, and then there were multiple more. Clearly Hyazo was taking on the defensive role, he was protecting Akira, or trying to, from his opponents attacks.

Unfortunately, it seemed that she saw through the actions, Akira finding himself bound once more, his movements inhibited by some external power. This was getting tiresome, if this was the tactic she wanted to employ then so-be-it, but there was only so many times that Akira would allow it. Now with other Kumogakurean's in the potential line of fire there was more to lose, and so Akira would end this.

A torrent of papers slammed into him, causing him to bleed further and Akira could feel old injuries flare up.

Looking at the clones and his opponent Akira gripped his fist tight. He couldn't feel the damage, but he knew that there were tricks which would enable that to happen later, he could do the same, and so he knew what he was dealing with.

Behind him smoke erupted and covered the area, the presence of a mighty summon by Ayumu.

She would see that the relaxed approach that her target had been taking to this was ended, and yet now he had help, it probably should have been the other way around, but now she would understand where Akira's pride might be hurt, for his pride wasn't in himself. Akira was old, he was a has been, a once was. It was in the shinobi who now stood by his side, the shinobi of Cloud, they were what mattered, they were his pride. And as such he would crush her before letting her cause them serious harm.

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