Re: The Fighter and the Red Head (Sennin Thread)(Req.Kitsune
He nodded simply at the notion of the experiments being purely chakra related, that calmed his tight butthole, even if it was just a little bit. The piece to resistance had finally come afoot. The trip down to the morgue was a simple one, a few flights of stairs, and few sets of doors; a security check, all the required safety precautions so no unauthorized personal got in the morgue and stole any kinjutsu bodies. The room smelled unsurprisingly of death, yet he could feel so much potential life emanating from the room. It was as if each body was calling to him, asking him desperately to pull them from their eternal rest. He couldn't help but frown meagerly; he wished to bring them all, but if he even attempted such a feat, what would be of his conscious mind? It would be spread so thin he would be no better than a puppet, and he shook his head sparingly.
Kouin watched Kitsune move with a clear direction to a specific compartment, it was one that had a particular resonance with his mind; it was more or less likely the body that was mentioned before. As the compartment opened, Kouin stared at the body with a nonobjective gaze,
She is beautiful. Kouin laid his hand across the bodies cold, dead skin. It was a pity something so phenomenal had perished so early. Thankfully Kouin could fix that, maybe not to the point she would've liked, but it was the best he could do. He turned his head slightly towards Kitsune,
Not that I expect you would speak, but please be quiet for but a moment.
Kouin created a relatively openish area, open enough to where the Outer Path wouldn't destroy equipment. Kouin sat peacefully on the ground, and with eyes closed. He began weaving slow, methodic hand seals, forming each one carefully and precisely. As the final hand seal was formed, a twister of sage chakra engulfed Kouin's body. In a rushed tone
Veni, inquit , externae Semita* The twister of chakra dispersed outward from his body, and began to slowly accumulate into the center of the small clearing.
Kouin slowly opened his eyes, his normal emerald rippled eyes, were now replaced with clear azure orbs. An astral rift tore through the center of clearing, but would cause no damage to the actual tile. Through the rift a stone statue began to rise from the temporal dimension. The statue took the form of blindfolded and shackled, giant humanoid demon. Kouin stared blankly through it;
Da mihi fortitudinem** The Outer Paths blindfold dissipated from its face, and reveal a glowing pair and pure azure orbs, sitting firmly in its eye sockets. Kouin could see down into the Outer Paths inner core, it's spirit, which was ultimately connected to his own; it was the supreme consciousness.
In the crevice of his mind, Kouin is locked in mental combat versus the Path.
The consciousness had the appearance of a meager looking boy. His eyes were fierce though; crimson red like a sea of blood. The spirit curled its mouth into a smile, and revealed a full set of sharp fangs.
So.... You're the weakling who can call forth the Outer Path? Hmph. The spirit shook its head despairingly.
Kouin looked around him slowly; he could no longer see Kitsune in the area, so that led him to be sure this was in his mind. He stood from his spot on the floor, and approached the spirit cautiously,
Weakling? I'm afraid you must have me mistaken for someone who dies easily... As he continued to approach the consciousnesses spirit, he could feel its raw power emanate from it;
Is this only a fraction of its power? Kouin relented, he couldn't back down, he had to show it who was the boss.
The spirit curled out an above average length tongue from his mouth, and licked his whole upper and lower lip, and made direct eye contact with the approaching sage,
You're wasting you time... My presence will eventually force a weakling like yourself down, and than I'll consume your soul just like everyone else; I can even begin to see your knees wiggle ever so slightly. The spirit kept poking insult after insult at Kouin, never relenting; continuing to attempt to wither his spirit. He let out a short cackle, but you could hear it die in the air much faster than one would imagine.
The azure bead that had taken the place of his rinnegan gave Kouin a certain kind of clarity in the midst of the insults; it was all mind games, and he was sure the Outer Path knew that as well, and he would only do that if he was
afraid.. Kouin smiled modestly, and spoke with an icy bite,
Fortitudinis, fortitudo mea.*** A deep engraved smile curled onto the once stoic Kouin's face. Kouin threw his hand to the side; and such as a bolt of lightning, a spear shot through the empty grip in Kouin's hand, and materialized his disruption gunblade. He flourished the blade around him, and brought it back to the front, held at a reverse grip, in a whisper
Carissimi caelestem, ferro meam.**** The blade ignited into a flurry of crackling lightning, swiftly engulfing the entirety of the blade.
The spirits once cocky and self assured face very soon turned to one of horror. The spirit staggered backwards, as if it truly feared Kouin could end him where he stood.
He..... H.... Hey now... I was only kidding man... Relax, okay? He had a meager attempt at appeasing the supposed furious sage, but the look still penetrating his eyes told him he was wrong. He began to rationalize a scenario where he wouldn't die, but the spirit could come up with nothing.
Kouin lunged quickly forward on his main foot, blade held ready in a downward grip. His eyes pierced the beings very soul, though it was the soul, so Kouin couldn't help but chuckle slightly. He could feel the once almost suffocating force continue to dwindle in intensity, as if it were completely gone, Kouin couldn't help but smile like an egotist. He made his final lunge forward, the lunge that would allow a clean decapitation, if he had chosen to. He held the blade several inches from the neck, and whispered with mocking, yet commanding tone,
Impleat voluntatem meam. Impotens.***** He watched as the soul crumbled to the ground, and scurried backwards. Kouin let out a brief sigh of relief; he had overcome to suppressing might of the Outer Path, and had enacted his own will against it and won.
Real World
Kouin blinked his eyes rapidly; the azure orbs now humbly replaced by his emerald ripples once more. His eyes moved to the statue of the Outer Path, and smiled humbly,
We all must grow some how... Kouin stood from the real world ground he sat, and move closely to the body; he moved the hair out of her face, and whispered,
Conscius meus, ut adducant ad te, mei vas novum vitae.****** He pulled out a simple brush infused with his chakra, and drew a set of characters on the topside of her hands, one standing for Kaze, his given name, and the other Narumi,
I bestow you a second life, a life with the name Kaze Narumi; you poor despaired body... Rise. The Outer Path situated behind him began to forcefully pull part of Kouin's consciousness from his body, and sent it flowing back into the girls body. As his conscious mind and spirit were being split from his body, Kouin reeled to the grounds, but threw a hand up towards Kitsune if it even dared look like she would intervene,
Jus... Just one more moment.... She is almost alive again.... His breathing was staggering, he had no idea the spiritual and physical strain the process would take. Sweat began to slowly drip from his face. His eyes focus solely on the ground, and trying not to faint.
The soft sound of metal banging pierced his ears though; he would motion over to Kitsune and ask for a simple arm up,
Sorry, first time doing that... Didn't think it would be so strenuous... If Kitsune decides to just leave Kouin on the ground, he would use a table or something to support himself up. His eyes moved to the compartment; delicate began to move, and flex in and out to get the stiffness out. Long sleek legs moved over the edge of the compartment, a smile of joy appeared across Kouin's face; the once violet eyes now replaced with his emerald rinnegan, and he let out a sigh of content,
Welcome to the family, Kaze Narumi.
The split consciousness was awkward at first; movement was clunky, they constantly bumped into each other, were completely uncoordinated; he released a brief sigh of frustration and clenched his fist tightly,
No. Stop... Don't get angry, relax. You can do this. Taking in a deep breath, he attempted to not focus solely on his vision, but on the vision around him. Kouin closed his eyes, yet like little tv screens, he could see himself plain as day; he smug looking face, dashing brown hair. Kouin lied down on a near by table, and formed handseals to desync himself momentarily. His eyes closed slowly, and Narumi let out a brief sigh.
This sounded like a much easier task than what I had initially planned; the main body is a bit exhausted.
Narumi moved one leg forward and watched herself wobble a bit,
Hm... That's no good... Narumi took in a deep breath, and attempted to further jump start the chakra system. It was as if she had a sort of limiter of her system. With her free palm she could feel a sort of normalizing essence radiate from his hand. She placed in gently on her stomach, and she could feel a rejuvenating light wash over her body. Her once dull emerald ripples were now clearly glistening just like Kouin's, he legs felt much stronger and sturdier. She bent her legs out a bit, and loud cracks echoed through the morgue; she focused on the jutsu in the collective mind link, she wanted to visualize one, and manifest it.
She could feel a slight surge of lightning course up her arm, and began to form a ball in the palm of her hand. She focused intently on the ball, and began to mold it into a fine tipped spear, with an added lacerating tip. She looked over the spear, but felt something wasn't quite right; the lightning didn't seem as strong in her hands, has it had in Kouin's hands, was something that dramatically off. She gripped the spear with her other hand, and used the same normalizing pulse to neutralize the lightning; the normality of the chakra in the spear now resonated deeply in Narumi's core, the spear had felt just right now before it slowly dissipated into the air. She let out a deep breath,
This is going to take some practice, isn't it? She asked Kitsune rhetorically. After all was said and done between the two, Kouin would make his way from the hospital and begin adjusting to his expanded consciousness.
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[spoilername="Translations"]Translations:
* Come forth, Outer Path
** Give me your strength
***your power is now my power
****Dear heavenly spirit, bring my steel
*****Enact my will. Weakling.
******May my conscious bring you, my vessel, new life.[/spoilername]
