Event Stab the Eye of God <Mission 1>

[Cloud Seer]

The dusk falls heavy on a day of bloodshed and death. Three operations are executed by the end of the first day, taking on the Tenouza forces as the night falls; a shinobi specialty. However, one of the three missions occurs with a timing before the falling of the sun. Kogami Miro and her rallied troops must first deal with a weapon that will no doubt be fired once again before the sun sets - a deed that must be stopped to prevent the fall of Kumogakure. Their success depends entirely around the strategic planning of the ANBU Sennin and her soldiers. Should they fail, the once mighty Hidden Village in the Clouds will see her last day of sky.

The back door to Kumogakure was covered in spiderwebs far lager than most people would believe an arachnid could grow, but despite the giant weaves of spider silk not a single creature scuttled near the troops. The six-armed shinobi who guarded the rear entrance with his clan’s army highly venomous critters had messaged the long natural cave to be cleared of all deadly arachnids so that Miro and her group could pass; the spider webs, however, were not torn down. Clearly, the creatures planned to return home shortly after the shinobi had passed through.

On the other side a secret boulder moved out of the way with a simple ninjutsu and the bloody-hued golden rays of the sun’s last light poured into the cave. On the other side was a large field of rolling hills and large boulders that had long fallen away from the mountains. Further in the distance, just barely within the range of a shinobi with good eyes, was a cloud of rolling dirt heading in their direction. Bits of silver light refracted from the sun glinting across their platemail as the Knights drove down the path on their large horses. It would only be a matter of time before the Tenouzan enemy was baring down on them and only the gods knew exactly where the enemy planned to stop in order to fire their weapon. It is clear that there would be only minutes to prepare before the two forces clashed, but at least on that end the Shinobi had more chance to do so that the group of knights attempting to reach a deadline.

Sennin Miro, had but moments to prepare and call out orders to those faithful or foolish enough to follow.

[The Weapon is 3 rounds from firing.]

 

[Sanyu]

"Arrogance."

Sanyu smirked at the destroyed mountain path that led into the village. The blinding light turned the village into a frenzy as people ran to find loved ones, protection, and shelter. Some people looked at him oddly as they passed him, as if they've never seen a grown man talking to himself. "Personally if I had a weapon like that I would have used it on the village immediately." He began to walk toward the kazekage tower, assuming a state of war would be called. The book he carried on his hip lit up in excitement, though certainly for the wrong reasons.

"Thats where you'd fail. Should use it on half the village, cripple their forces while striking fear in their hearts." The voice in the back of his mind mused. Sanyu sighed, the book he picked in those ruins has been endlessly trying to get Sanyu to disregard the lives of others. Though it was somewhat disturbing, it was certainly an interesting conversationalist. Shaking his head as he casually strolled past the panicked masses.

"Still, my statement still stands. They truly believe they can fire a warning shot, and then deal with the forces that will come down on them. Truly arrogant."
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The Trek through the backdoor entrance of the village was mildly annoying to Sanyu. He didn't even know this was here, which was probably by design, but did it really need to be protected by a swarm of spiders and spider people? Just walking through it made his skin crawl, or was that a spider crawling on him? And now that's all he can think about. Who cares about this war, there are spiders all around him. This is certainly scarier.

As they came out of the cave Sanyu was met with a beautiful site, a wonderful sunset. A lovely backdrop for approaching "knights" as they call themselves, their armor bright and shining. One would think them to be the heroes in this story, but even villains think themselves heroes to their own life. Removing the book from his side, pumping his chakra into it to awaken the the conciousness trapped within the book. Briskly, he made his way toward the head of Kumogakure's forces, where the Sennin would be standing hopefully.

"So, whats the plan? Or do we just rain chaos on them indiscriminately?"​

 

[Ryujin Akira]

Among Us…

PRE-CALAMITY:
A typical day for the great village of Kumo, it’s residence and shinobi. Not quite the halcyon of day dreams but a day of the normal, run of the mill hustling and bustling that these people surely took for granted. They awoke to just another day. A day where they’d clock in for shifts, eat their carefully prepared bento boxed lunches, complain about work, their life, and perhaps their wife and at the end of their work day clock out, go home, kiss their wife and finally prepare to do this all over again… that was the expectation. That was standard living. The pinnacle of mundane, ordinary lives. Simple, boring, granted days that flew buy without thought or remembrance. But today bore mischief. It’s deceit, a fabricated tall tale of ordination. A misleading of their expectations. An irresponsible misuse of their everyday experience through the use of the day’s usual opera introduction, however, it’s symphony of horror.

Umu was standing among the permissive Kumo populace when it happened. A horrid sound preceded a massive explosion that could be seen and heard for miles. The blinding light struck their eyes first. Like a lightning strike, the flash was followed by the boom that turned their ordinary lives upside down. Just like that, their ordinary had been disturbed. Umu wore a pejorative glare as she watched with the others, the massive destruction caused. It had to be a near miss as everyone was alive to panic and scramble opposed to the attack’s intentions. The suddenness of the attack put Umu in a state of uneasy. Kumo quickly assumed its high alert status and was crawling with what composed of its military shinobi Force. Something big moved upon Kumo that day and Umu was right to assume it wasn’t done. Whatever the case, Umu wouldn’t be able to continue her investigation into project AGEIS while the village was on such high alert.

Today, Kumo dodge a bullet or rather the bullet missed them… but would Kumo be so lucky twice. This near miss presented Umu with an obvious opportunity. Had the attack hit its mark, perhaps everything and everyone here would be destroyed… including Umu. This would not do. She wouldn’t sit ideally by. The future of Kumo and all it’s hidden secrets, knowledge, technology contained there in, to risk all of this by leaving things to the Kumo shinobi would be a grave error. So Umu had but one choice. She need involve herself in the affairs of Kumo or have her goals foiled by the hands of zealots. What’s more, this rare opportunity to investigate a weapon capable of such destruction was right beyond these walls. Such technology could prove useful in her endeavors…

Post-Calamity:
Twilight paints the sky a heaven’s portrait of purple and orange. Umu’s eyes glared a bright red from up high, her sights set below. Kumo shinobi forces gathered in various sized elements. They scurried about their tasks doing this and that, however, one particular company caught her attention. A sizable Kumo force was gathering in an organized fashion. They seemed heavily armed and ready for war. “That’s the one..” Umu leaped down from behind and joined the ranks casually. She slipped in unnoticed as if she had always been. With everything going on, it wasn’t a noticeable act. She was now apart of the shinobi Kumo force that moved upon the coming threat.

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They traveled through what seemed like a back door to the village. There was no point in trying to note the passage as it was guarded even better than the front gates in terms of peril as the cavern was filled with giant spiders and trap webbings. But with her escorts to her front, Umu passed through the cave like the rest and exit assured. She’d gazed upon the horizon proceeded by rocks and hills. In the distance, a great cloud of dust was noticed. The rays refracting from their armor made it look as if diamond men were on horseback. The truth lay before them… the enemy approached. Umu, still analyzing the situation, cycled through her gear. This was an unknown enemy with unknown variables. She looked to her left and right. Men and women bravely steadfast or fear masked with bravado. Some obviously confident, some not. In truth, Kumo’s shinobi forces were not ready for a war. They didn’t have the numbers… but lucky for them, at least today, they had U.M.U.

[Topic Entered]
[mft]

 

[Kagami Miro]

The thunderous boom of the weapon shook the village. It could have easily been mistaken for a large magnitude earthquake but the blinding white light called for the end of days. Doomsayers spoke louder than ever before within the hectic streets of Kumo. Spreading their craziness and lies to push hysteria down the throats of the people. To those who listened of course. Many citizens bailed on their daily duties in search of close family and friends. Police forces did their best to help evacuate everyone in a timely manner. But it was no use, panic had set into the hearts of the citizens, they’d need to try their damndest to get everyone to cooperate.

From the Raikage conference room in the Torre Celeste Mirō escorted herself out towards a hidden doorway. A passage coated in spider webs and spider people sent a shiver down her spine. Her red hues have witnessed way worse sights, humans with cat-like ears and tails. ‘I’d rather see eight eyes than long tails.’ She mumbled to herself, spitting on the ground she continued to press forward through the tunnel which merged into the main tunnel. Out into the sun her red hues caught a glimpse of glinting light in the distance. Keen senses heard the clip-clop of horses and the stomp of boots on the earth. ‘Tch. These bastards are moving quickly.’ Mirō stepped out onto the cliffside to view the land from high above. In time her ANBU nin lined up behind her in rows of four, kneeling down before their Sennin. The golden dagger that holestered itself on her back disintegrated into dust and whimsically torrent around her body to her face. Covering her features in a golden one-horned mask to conceal her identity.

Soon after her ANBU ninja assembled another group of Main Branch dogs lined up behind her. As much as Mirō disliked that branch and their ninja there was no time for discrimination. Their efforts in the war will be taken into account and from there she will judge their worth. Mirō turned to face her colleagues and the dogs, “Today, the Tenouza have declared war on Kumogakure. A foolish mistake they will regret ten fold. They possess armor that saps chakra from the enemy, rendering us no stronger than a dog with no teeth if hit.” Red hues glared at the main branch ninja. “That said, keep your distance while engaging with the enemy. The plan of attack is not to recklessly attack them but to scatter their forces, causing disarray.” Mirō threw up her hood while she turned to face her forces. As much as she hated being a leader now was not the time to fill her stomach with butterflies. Fingers made silent seals to her ANBU ninja and in unison they moved their hands to seal the jutsu for active camo and vanished into thin air. The ANBU being instructed to scout ahead and relay any strange movements the Tenouza had outside their current path.

Through the two eye slots red hues gazed at the main branch ninja. Quickly eyeing them up and picking two out of the crowd. One happened to be Sanyu, a ninja she met at the gates a few weeks back. The other… Mirō’s eyes remained focused on her appearance. With a subtle shrug she picked out the two from the large gathering of well-equipped main branch ninja. Her index finger rose, pointing at the golden haired ninja and the woman with red highlights. “Your sennin should’ve updated you on your mission but your orders change from here.” A hand dug into her pocket to pull out two headsets. Underhanded, Mirō tossed the earpieces to them. “Remain on the current frequency. You’re now the sole persons to distract the Tenouza to stop them from moving. It is dire they are at a stand still.” For her plan to work and seize the weapon it would take total concentration. The last thing she wanted to do was soak up her own life force.

“Once you’re near those bastards, radio me and I’ll give you the signal to engage.” Her voice was resolute, she had dumped a lot of trust into these two individuals. The plan was hard to mess up and if they did end up dying ‘Who cares. They’re Main Branchers.’ A voice echoed into her mind.

“Move out.” She gestured, turning to the rest of the MB ninja and gave them instructions to move up closer to the Tenouza without their knowledge. She wanted them to be cut off before the Tenouza got any closer to the wall. Her red hues spun into the tomoe of the Sharingan, a free hand reached to the belt strap on her thigh and pulled out a black kunai. With the ability to control gravity she made the kunai weightless and attached a paper seal on the ring with string. The seal contained the jutsu of Crystal Eye to spy on the forces as they made their way to their destination. Her arm cocked back and her muscles flexed forcing veins to show themselves. With the ability to control the items inertia the Kunai was flicked forward at wind shattering speeds. Her aim was towards the front of the Tenouza marching band a half mile ahead of them. With hope and calculation set in her heart she herself sealed her hands into invisibility. Dashing over the treetops to get in position with her fellow ANBU shinobi that were on flank duty.

[Topic Entered]
[Attached a seal with Crystal Eye on it. Launched it with Full Toss Mastered and Inertia Control Mastered]
[Activated Active Camo Mastered]
[WC:917]

 

[Cloud Seer]

Dirt clouds and chunks of grass were thrown up into the air behind the Knights and their wagon as the group of five tore down through a hill. They had an advantage in sight towards the cluster of mountains, and only needed to crest one more hill before getting to their target range. The first shot had cost them a lot. The second in command pulled the trigger earlier by accident and the result was exactly what their masters said it would be. He had been even more powerful and in control of his Seal than even the Captain, and it showed in the blast that followed. Their companion’s flesh and muscle had literally melted into a goop that gave off an ungodly stench right below the seat where the next man was now sitting. The dead man’s body natural life energy had been rapidly shot between the device’s core and his own. It built up a powerful ball of energy that the weapon’s large dish-like structure could fire off but the payment wasn’t just life; it was a soul. Which is what, in the end, made it so powerful. The machine didn’t just take the current energy flowing through a man, but his entire lifetime’s worth of energy, somehow pulling power from the future. It was a weapon supposedly created long ago before the First Fall, when gods and man lived side by side. To the Tenouzan’s, though, it was just another strange artifact of the cult that gave them the power to finally start their holy war. The Knight currently seated in the chair ready to fire the weapon was holding onto the chair in an attempt to not become another misfortune like his companion earlier, and though his face was hidden behind helmet and mask, he was clearly terrified of facing his own death.

“Hey, did you see that?” one of the Knights suddenly quipped up. He was in the front of formation, ahead of the cart but not directly in front of the weapon’s firing path; closer to the steel-banded wheels of the left side.
“See what?” the man in the gunnery seat called out meekly.
“It’s really hard to describe, but, I think I just saw a woman throw a rock at us and disappear.”
“Shinobi,” came a gruff voice situated to the right, “If it is just a single woman they overestimate themselves. We can handle one ninja, no matter what they throw at-”

A loud jarring sound interrupted the leader. His ears heard what his eyes could barely believe. The “rock” that had been thrown turned out instead to be a kunai, but it wasn’t the weapon itself that caused the conversation to be cut short; it was the sound that came after it struck. The weapon came hurtling at them in speeds that current technology couldn’t register. It tore through the lead Knight’s horse and body that had saw the woman, and the left wheels of the wagon that carried their precious weapon, but that was all silent; instantaneous. It was after the weapon buried itself behind the group did the sonic boom of the broken sound barrier finally strike them. The pressure of the gravity ninjutsu and the force of the throw all but decimated a single Knight before they even knew what the hell was happening, and the cart began to fall sideways.
“Form up, take defensive procedure! We’re under attack!” the captain called out as he wheeled his horse around to the front of the cart and leapt off it. A deep blue glow suddenly sprung forth from within the armor as he dug his heels into the dirt and caught the front of the wagon before it could fall over and destroy the precious artifact. With sheer brute strength the Knight Captain slowed down the wagon as the other knights held out their hands. One glowed a soft green, another yellow, and the third a deep red. A sheer wall of wind appeared faster than a shinobi could ever hope to call, and tore a line between themselves and whatever amount of ninja were trying to attack. Beyond that wall of wind the earth moved around and began to mold itself like putty, until the ground became a pit of quicksand surrounding the orb of air. Then beyond that, the air turned extremely heated until what remained of the vegetation caught fire. After a small moment of them discussing their plan of attack, the Knight Captain appeared once more as he walked through all three elements without a scratch. The man drew a bastard sword, and took hold of the grip with both hands as the deep blue glow returned to his body until the very presence of the energy grew heavy to anyone who neared.

“Come, shinobi dog, I’ll gladly kill you all in the name of our Savior! GLORY! FOR! TENOUZA!”

[Miro can see inside of the barrier because of the Crystal Eye, but can’t hear their plans that were discussed. They appear confident and seem to still believe it’s just one shinobi attacking them.]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

U.M.U - Ultimate Mechanical Unit - In Guage

Things were moving now. A war in real time. This wasn’t a simulation. IThis wasn’t training. It was war. More than a hundred years of peace and this village believed itself capable. The ones standing bravely were fools. They did not understand. They hadn’t the faintest idea. The very difficulties of this road, the bloodshed to ensue, their commitment to their village, the cost to pay. Umu looked around to these brave faces. So many brave faces… destined for the graveyard. It was a shame, a waste. So many faces would make great eternal beings. This reminded Umu of what she herself was fighting for. A harmonious world free of want and disillusion. No wars, no wants, no hate, no death. Just peaceful, blissful eternity.

A woman baring a golden uni-horn mask picked Umu out of a line up of shinobi and was coupled with another. This masked hooded figure was obviously Anbu and the color of her mask augmented with the authority in which she spoke could only mean that she was the Anbu Sennin. Umu listened carefully to the instructions given as well as receiving a headset. The Anbu Sennin seemed to have quite the plan though made no attempt in disguising her intent to use the pair as cannon fodder. Umu took the headset without question and began calculations. The main issue seemed to be the enemies equipment and it’s unique properties to siphon chakra. Luckily, Umu was well equipped for long range battle. The Sennin didn’t know it yet but she just played the Queens gambit by sending her strongest chest piece to the front lines. A kunai soared the across the sky faster than what a basic chakra throw would allow. An impossible throw with impossible results. It’s mark seemed to have compromised the mobility of the enemy’s weapon and thus the goal of halting their progression was met. This however, also marked the beginning of combat and caused the enemy to fret. Almost instantly did their defenses go up. Umu’s calculations continued. Priority of the enemies resources went to the protection and stabilization of their weapon. They only had one soldier wielding a bastard sword to spare while the rest remained safely tucked within a multi elemental sphere of sorts. The fact that this soldier stood alone only meant that he was capable. However, he did just walk through a vicious cyclone like sphere that scorched the vegetation and puddled the earth. Umu made no attempt at disguising or hiding herself. She simply faced her adversary face to face.

“Do you see that village? It was once the seat of power for this country. Where so-called enlightened shinobi promised their citizens a bright future. A future where impossible dreams could become reality. We live in a husk of a world left to us by these enlightened shinobi. And now, here you stand, the foolish evangelist, a zealot. Shouting of a savior, of glory… I'm sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn't think it through. You want glory, eternal salvation but you don't want to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to... evolve? There's only one path to glory. It’s not with your Tenouza or some other deity.”

Remaining ambiguous, Umu would then turn on her headset but wouldn’t speak further. She would allow the soldier before her to speak as she plotted her moves.

[mft]

Spoiler: Actions

- Auto Begin’s the battle with Hachiashii Spider Arts - Physical Fighting Style:

• User may use hand seals as normal while equipped with a weapon.
• User is treated as having the Heavy Handed ability and the weapon they are wielding is treated as equipped with the Great Weapon augment.

- Equipped with puppet weapon via Weapon Mastery- Puppet!

Spoiler

Name: Oni
Weapon Damage Type: Hitokugutsu Puppet/ 0.25ap faster with non offensive jutsu/ Unarmed Tai uses range acc.
Bloodline/CA: Demonic Ancestry
Damage/Accuracy Modifier: -10% dgm/ +2acc
Augments:

1. Devil's Trick
2. Free Flow
3. Blitz

- Use initiative to enter main branch chakra style- style over substance!
- Use Needle Shower r2 (sneak atk | +4acc style over substance)!

• Trap setting: After 10sec.
• Use Heavy Handed special action to target as many enemies as possible
• Using devil’s trick to combo into Verse of Darkness r2 targeting all targets of needle shower (shinobi 101-visual use range | +4 Acc style over sub).

[notes: I’m not sure how we doing this so I just put a rough action description but would help to know if this is like a formal or informal battle type thing. My actions reflect informal atm, just attempting to cause blindness and to see how they fair against a long range assault. For rp purposes, I want to use the needles as a trap via the special action but if it’s more formal style than omitting the trap and just using.]

 

[Sanyu]

"Scattering their forces shouldn't be too difficult, they're just men in armor with a weapon they probably don't understand." Sanyu shrugged. From what little he knew of these people they couldn't use chakra. He wasn't originally from Kumogakure, but where he was from chakra usage wasn't all that common either, but Grim told him that chakra exists within every living creature, just most in Kumogakure didn't have the ability to manipulate it. Was this "church" jealous of the shinobi's capabilities? The weapon did pose a problem, not just for Kumogakure, but for the world.

Sanyu watched the members of their little group, but more specifically the sennin leading them. Was the overall goal to destroy them and the weapon, or to take it for the village to use? But use against what? The only war that has ever occurred in the past 26 years of his life was this one, the weapon isn't necessary. Or was the village leadership planning on turning the weapon on another village, or even on their own village to place its citizens under a sort of forced loyalty?

'Its what I would do.'

Grim's voice penetrated Sanyu's mind again, something he continues to fear after obtaining the sentient artifact. If the leadership is anything like Grim, the weapon could pose a problem. Even if they aren't like that now, who knows what can change in the future? And if they maintain a good level of morality, who is to say that someone won't just come in to steal the weapon for future usage? There are too many uncertain factors that Sanyu couldn't calculate for, so one thing was certain. The weapon needed to be destroyed. He just wasn't certain if it could be done.

Unfortunately Sanyu wasn't allowed to rain jutsu down on them, he had to listen to the leader after all. He placed the headset in his ear and sighed. Playing distraction was just so... boring. Why distract when he could rip the floor from underneath the wagon and bury it, unless they really are trying to secure the weapon. How much trouble would he get in if he destroyed the weapon they wanted to keep? That's an issue for future Sanyu. Present Sanyu had to contend with the massive wall of elements the Tenouzan knights produced. 'Thought they couldn't use chakra...'

Sanyu allowed the strange woman to engage the single knight that placed himself on the outside of the barrier, he focused on the barrier itself. It seemed as though it was made of chakra, but there weren't any handsigns, and they definitely weren't magicians. It has something to do with their armor, Sanyu noticed the glow but didn't think much of it until now. Each of the knights inside the barriers had their own color, which must have corresponded with the element they produced. He wanted to see if he could penetrate the barriers with his own spells, but his mission was to distract. Though the knight could easily leave, there wasn't any evidence the weapon could move, or fire, through it.

He turned his attention back to the woman and the knight, as they appeared to be nearing the point of combat. 'I'll help out a bit.' He reached out with his chakra, no handseals, no sound, attempting to burrow into the knights subconscious. 'Now, what do you fear.' Sanyu attempted to draw out the man's worst fears, manifesting them behind Umu unbeknownst to her. An invisible force that only the man could see and interact with. He wanted the creation to aid the woman in distracting the knight while he kept an eye on the barrier for any changes. 'I certainly hope the sennin knows what they're doing.'
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Spoiler: Actions

Switched to Magician's Trance - Chakra Style

Magician's Trance - Chakra Style (3 points)
If anyone thinks they can easily gain the drop on a Magician, that mage is all too happy to let them know they are sorely mistaken. Nothing and no one can keep them from employing their spells--not if they have anything to say about it.

Effect: While in this style, the user may cast Ninjutsu and Genjutsu without handseals or movement, including those that normally require full handseals. If the user is placed into a bind that prevents chakra use while this is active, they may choose to reflexively reroll it at +2 in their favour for the cost of 1 AP and 3% Max HP. This may be done once per round. However, while this is active, the user takes +15% damage from Taijutsu.

Note: Like any other fighting style, this can be turned on or off at the user’s discretion or lack thereof.

Use Torment of the Physical Plane on the exposed knight.
Watch the barrier for any changes.​

 

[Kagami Miro]

The swirl of wind agitated the leaves as ANBU ninja dashed through the treetops to flank behind the caravan. From branch to branch with each step silent as a mouse the team spread out throughout the forest to effectively surround the rear. A more talented squadron made their way up the mountain path the caravan came from with a deadly plan in mind. Footprints and wheel tracks coated the dirt road, two ninja getting the signal that the coast had been cleared, stopping at the edge of the path. With haste they set up elaborate paper bomb seals and kunai traps to hinder the Tenouza escape route if they chose to flee. One member placed a hand on his head set, radioing that the traps have been set.

A smile appeared on Mirō’s lips, continuing her dash towards the caravan. Before she got there the kunai had done the damage unbeknownst to her. Her red hues spun into that famous Uchiha sharingan, observing the chakra signatures of those within her crystal's eyes line of sight. A man stood alone while many others remained far back. Had they noticed her crystal eye? Soon she reached where the Tenouza stopped, hidden in plain sight in the tree line. “A barrier?!” Mirō dramatically rolled her eyes, turning her head to see the ninja with black and red hair and Sanyu about to engage the enemy. ‘The knight must be confident in his abilities.’

Mirō remained hidden within her active camo, moving onto the roadside behind them. Her plan had already gone down the drain. After she assessed the damage she didn’t fully expect to paint the surrounding area with horse and knight blood. Her own strength surprised her from time to time. But the damage sent the Tenouza into a difficult defensive stance. That multicolored barrier isn’t up for the sake of being pretty, its durability may match the strength of surrounding stone walls. That’s when another insidious plot popped up into her head. Stagnant in the barrier they have no room to move. A finger rose to her headset, "You’re free to engage." A message sent to the two trusted ninja in front of the knight.

Just then her hands moved to intertwine with one another. Focusing her chakra on the diameter of the barrier the earth beneath their feet would begin to soften. The area within the barrier turned into a massive sinkhole pit to swallow up the Tenouza up to their necks. ‘As much as I’d like to keep the weapon undamaged I can’t guarantee it’s safety. Nothing the brainics can’t fix.’ Mirō shrugged her shoulders with a cheeky grin. Once the sinkhole began to take shape her hands shifted into a complex seal. From the darkening cloud above a surge of lightning lit up the sky. From the heavens rained down lightning in the form of thin senbons to attempt to pierce the barrier and rain havoc down on the foes within. Mirō had faith in the two to take care of the cocky knight. Even from afar she could lend them their aid.

[Cast Rank B Antlion Sinkhole around the barrier, following up with Rank A Infinity Rain]

 

[Cloud Seer]

It whether by simple fortune or practiced maneuvers, the sheer statistical odds that the plan would work, didn't come to fruition. Perhaps the Tenouza had miscalculated the odds or perhaps they hadn't fully vetted those that they relied on for getting the job done. The history books for either side might reflect on the moment in hindsight and make their own "truth" for such a moment with the shinobi calling out the hubris of the Tenouza while the latter would simply call the shinobi out on their luck. Those unaffiliated with either would see the events from afar as they truly happened, an overextension by both parties canceling each other out in a truly shocking display of sheer willpower.

Easily sliding in a well primed trap, Umu's plans might have originally been foiled but at that moment, Sanyu managed to mentally break through the supposed Cloud buster with the bastard sword's mind at just the right moment to make him relive his worst nightmare at the worst possible time. Confused as to why his greatest fear had come to pass when he had given his all, the final straw to fall with his mental stability was when his world was suddenly thrust into the deepest darkness that he had ever witnessed. What he saw and what he experienced, one could hardly fathom, but if one were especially keen of hearing then they'd hear him screaming about not letting them have the Country. By the time that Miro's fingers had finished the intricate handseals needed to summon her own wonderful display of chakra, her ever focused eyes would already know that the battle was technically won.

As surely as the Sun and the Moon existed in the sky above, the Knight Commander stopped his actions towards his foes and turned toward his own weapon and began to attempt to smash it to pieces. Screaming all the while, his shrills went higher and higher until all could make out that he was a crazed lunatic. "Not my Country, not my COUNTRY, NOT MY COUNTRY!!!" As his own forces began to grow fearful of their Commander losing his sanity, at least one or two figured out that it had to be the trick of shinobi as to why he'd suddenly lost all control of his mental faculties. Fighting amongst themselves, the Commander seemed not to recognize friend from foe and instead of calming down at the behest of his men, he became more enraged and fought them off just as surely as he fought against the weapon. In the sheer confusion of it all, the whole of their forces proved defenseless when Miro's sinkhole appeared under the weapon at just the right angle for it to topple on its side, aiming towards the ground.

All might have seemed like an easy cleanup but instead the sky began to darken and the sound of thunder could be heard over the battlefield. Perhaps it was someone stumbling in shock at the awe of shinobi or perhaps Umu's attack was just as delayed as it should have been, but a shower of needles launched high into the sky, creating just the perfect network to bridge what was happening below to what was happening above. Without more of a warning, beams of light began to rain down on the battlefield, striking the needles in just the right fashion as to create a web of electrical destruction. With nowhere to run, the knights where trapped and as they stood en masse, the electrical grid bounced and jumped from knight to knight without letup. Unfortunately for them all however, Miro's second attack was indiscriminate when paired with Umu's and sparked a chain reaction within the weapon and threatening all in its wake. To a shinobi, minutes were precious and seconds even more so, either the shinobi's instincts would kick in or their sacrifice would be another added to the history books. There was no time to hesitate.

OOC: I'm taking over for this event but this post does wrap up the last of it for this leg of the event. Use your best ninja-nuity to escape. Congratz, you rolled high enough for there to be no hope for the Tenouza, lol.

 

[Kagami Miro]

Something had gone terrible wrong. Had Mirō misread the situation? The hell were those metal poles lodged into the ground? Red hues twinkled with colors of crystal blue as they watched the eletrific needles of her Infinity Rain pour down from the darkened sky. Thousands of electrified needles poured down onto the barrier, piercing through to hit their marker of the knights who had sunken into the earth. Fear continued to engulf them while needles gouged their exposed heads. Tearing away at their eyes and brain, impaling their armor with electricity that surged as hot as the great ball of fire in the heavens. Roars of agony echoed throughout the forest but something else ticked off Mirō’s senses.

Her time within Kumo helped her hone many skills, one in particular was the mastery of lightning. Through the earth's surface the bottoms of her feet felt the lingering tingle of negativity polarity. The Infinity Rain shredded through the weapon and the heads of the knights but continued to hold their voltage into the ground where the black haired ninja’s trap had been set. The metal rods were a fine conductor. Amplifying the technique it caused electricity to jump from rod to rod. The area now had become a massive electric net and everything in it surged with lightning. Including the weapon she wanted to preserve. Sparks of lightning fried the knights who were stuck helpless in the sinkhole. From person to rod they sparks jumped towards the weapon.

Mirō stepped forward with uncertainty while her hand rushed to her headset. “Everyone! Brace yourselves!” Yelling into the headset her hands returned to the front of her and wove another complicated seal. ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ That silvery voice rang in her head while her body moved instinctively. Like a blur she moved across the battlefield towards the dynamic duo. Red chakra at the soles of her shoes, transforming into small jolts of electricity that rose from her soles to her knees. Sweat dripped down her brow. Focusing large amounts of chakra throughout her body to amass enough for her next attack and negate the paralytic effects of the battlefield.

The weapon began to superheat and glow a vibrant red, meaning one thing. Just as she came to a sliding halt in front of them her hand completed the complicated seal during her sprint. She could only hope this was enough to save their asses. ‘Helping Main Branchers.... Idiot.’ Naibu’s voice rattled out again. A mystical wall formed at the palms of Mirō’s outstretched hands, distorting the gravity around them. Never has she attempted the chakra sapping Shinra Tensei defensively. Her mastery guided itself forward, intertwined with the hope of survival from the earth shaking explosion of the weapon. Naibu was completely right as well. Had she lost her mind? Aiding those who never aided the ANBU or helped her at the gates. The hatred for the branch ran deep, perhaps she was still an immature fool.

[Cast Rank A Shinra Tensei Mastered to protect myself and those behind me.]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

U.M.U - Ultimate Mechanical Unit - In Guage

It would seem that theoretical calculations were pointless at times. Luck was something that could not be quantified. As it turned out, the fools had caged themselves nice and neat for the slaughter to ensue. A combination of the blond ally’s mind tricks, Umu’s trap projectiles and the supernatural hailstorm of lightning made the perfect recipe for their demise. Their screams marked the beginning of the end of this war and so far no one on this side of the wall had died. They would all get to go home to their families and friends when this was over. Umu watched as despair engulfed her targets. They didn’t stand a chance. It was almost… sad. Her gaze would shift to the weapon that centered their assault. It seemed to be malfunctioning as well as overloading. “It’s self destructing…” Umu eyes would frown. Without any knowledge as to the machineries make up, there was no time to even attempt to salvage it. Suddenly, the Anbu Sennin flashed in front of Umu. She was in the mist of a seal perhaps in an attempt to shield those she originally sent to be cannon fodder. A change of heart or perhaps guilt must of prompted her current actions. Probably the only foolish action she’s taken thus far. It didn’t matter to Umu the least however. Umu was instead, concerned about the potential blasts destructive power and whether or not this Sennin could actually protect blondy and herself with a jutsu. Her eyes would shift to the weapon and those in armor deep fried. It was a shame. Her coming here was to gather a bit of this technology but fate had other plans unfortunately. With the flick of her risk, Umu prepared for impact.

[mft]

Spoiler: Actions

- Nihil Shield r2 reflexively with equipped puppet.

 

[Sanyu]

"Oh..."

Sanyu stared at the knight with a raised eyebrow, as the man had a mental breakdown. Sanyu expected the man to be a bit more resilient, sure he manifested the man's worst fear but this was war, get it together. He wasn't certain how to feel about the situation, part of him felt a little bad, but a small part of him took enjoyment in shattering this man's psyche. That part of him scared him. He thought to cancel his genjutsu, before remembering that this was going exactly as plan. The man couldn't discern friend from foe, which distracted them long enough for the sennin to make a sinkhole underneath the weapon.

The weapon could no longer be used on the village, it would have been too hard for the knights to get it upright while also fending off the shinobi's attacks. Sanyu was shocked when the sky darkened, he watched and could plainly see how the chakra was interacting with the metal from the sky. He could tell the outcome wasn't going to be great. As the chakra signatures collided with the weapon he looked around and quickly assessed the situation. He could possibly save others, but he could definitely save himself, which was far more important. The others are trained in this village as well, they should be able to protect themselves. As the explosion spread, Sanyu raised his hand in front of him, his index finger pointing to the sky, as he attempted to simply redirect the explosion into the sky. Whether he could move the entire explosion, or simply a portion moving toward him, as long as he's safe, thats all that matters.

Spoiler: Action

Used Kinesis Jutsu: Redirection - Mastered On the explosion.

 

[Kagami Miro]

A fool or not, her gut instinct ran the circus. Sacrificing her life for those she hated, why bother? Yet a sense of guilt coiled around her stomach, constricting for each vice she held. No matter what, it called the shots and moved her in troubling times.

The blast shook the earth. Crows and birds escaped towards the sky while a shockwave radiated from the epicenter, kicking up the loose earth. Trees and forests toppled down at the blast's might igniting the dry brush to burst into flames. The heat from the blast disintegrated the area around the weapon, charring the dead bodies in a black coal. Like an action movie a giant plume of smoke rushed up towards the sky. A grey mushroom cloud rose up on the hilly mountain side then darkened the area. The cloud engulfed the sky so that even those within the city of Kumo could see the massive plume.

Burned beyond recognition the smoked bodies cracked and corroded near the hunk of metal that was left as the weapon. Fortunately for Mirō the gravity exerted from her Shinra Tensei proved strong, stable and more durable than the hardest stone. The shockwave and debris redirected off the propulsion of her jutsu and into another direction. Preventing her and the main branchers from harm, while scorching a circle around the vicinity. Red hues shifted side to side. Mirō surveyed the land with her sharingan for any other signs of chakra. The coast was clear, letting her jutsu fall while her hand fell to her side. Behind her mask she subtly let go of the breath she was holding. The impression of a struggle before her subordinates was not something she wanted to reveal to them. Slowly getting her breathing back to normal Mirō looked over her shoulder and peered at the woman. Without a word her red eyes looked her up and down. ‘Not a single bit of recoil on them. Honestly I impress myself.’ Her gaze turned back to the weapon dark as charcoal.

The Sennin moved cautiously towards the sizzling debris. A lump of destroyed metals remained and upon further inspection there was no scrap to collect. To her knowledge, machines, technology and science were all subjects that slapped onto her brain but peel off like stickers with crummy adhesive. “Damn it, nothing salvageable.” Mirō spat on the ground in disgust to Tenouzans.

Her arm moved up past her black shawl to let a digit access her ear piece.

“Come in Central Command, this is Alpha.”

… No timely response.

“Central Commands do you copy? Central?”

….

With no response her free hand balled into a clenched fist. “Damn it. The blast must’ve disrupted the radio waves.” A groan escaped her chest. Mirō turned around to face her alleged team. A pitted feeling coiled in her gut. One of annoyance and malice, annoyed that she even risked her life for two Main Branch ninja. Especially one she had just met. Her eyes squinted, knowing they were liable to vanish just as fast as she, and probably would have if not for her ‘valiant’ effort. Mentally scoffing Naibu chimed in. ‘Don’t waste your efforts on others outside your branch.’ Her words pierced her brain but Mirō refrained from thought or speaking back.

There was naught else for them to achieve. “We’re done here. The radio is out so you’ll need to gain distance and contact your Sennin and meet with them.” Mirō’s nose twitched, looking up to the sky there was actually more she had needed to attend too. The rest of her ANBU ops guarded the village's flanks while others carried out assault missions. One thing was for sure the rest of her ops that were nearby haven’t found their way to her yet. Mirō ignored the elephant in the room. ‘How did the weapon blow up?’ Circled her mind but with a wave of her hand she dismissed it.

Moments passed until a few quiet ninja approached the lump of steel. Through their heavy gasps of breath a masked ANBU coughed up. “My Lord, there are multiple casualties of our operatives. We thought best to vacate the few who were injured back to the village for medical help. The rest of us are able to proceed.” Their hands fell onto their knees, propping themselves up while trying to breathe. They must’ve bolted from their post all the way here. “Tch, you made the best decision.” Mirō looked up at the other dozen and a half of her operatives. The next few moments were riddled with commands. Sending a squadron over to assist the Medical Sennin in her endeavors. Hope nestled into her stomach. Mirō never witnessed Midori’s fighting prowess, but one doesn’t become Medical Sennin for shits and giggles. The rest of the squad including herself moved out and further split into smaller groups. Mirō needed to find a radio signal, dashing her way through the treeline adjusting frequencies.

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