Re: The Return of the Err[A]nt Le[A]der - Anarchy
Cloak fluttering in the wind made by the battle before him, Katsuo slowly approached the brawl with his heart steeled against the coming conflict. His plan was a simple one: bring an end to the conflict. He knew that his decision to intercede and bring an immediate halt to the fighting might upset some folks and he was prepared to face that. Bolts of energy coursing through his body in anticipation of the conflict, he'd already made up his mind.
There was no turning back now.
Shrugging his shoulders, Katsuo let his coat fall away behind him unceremoniously. He wouldn't need it for this fight. Normally he wore the weighted garment for added challenge while fighting but this wasn't a confrontation that he could afford to screw around in. Too many lives were on the line because of it. With a solid "whump!" and a metallic sound against stone, his armored coat fell away leaving him wearing his simple white slacks and the green undershirt that he wore normally. In his right hand he still held Tatsumasa, the reforged blade of the king that supposedly only an heir of the Sunahoshi could draw. It's spirit still remained dormant and... candidly he was glad for that. Just as he could not afford to indulge his habit of playing around during fights he would need his full attention for this battle. There could be no other choice. Feeling the battle beginning to come to a head with blasts of chakra and elemental forces being summoned, Katuso fixed his expression and slid Tatsumasa onto his back by the silken cord that was connected to the longer-than-average sheath.
Time to introduce himself.
"Nobody else dies."
[Battle entered in 3 rounds.]
Cloak fluttering in the wind made by the battle before him, Katsuo slowly approached the brawl with his heart steeled against the coming conflict. His plan was a simple one: bring an end to the conflict. He knew that his decision to intercede and bring an immediate halt to the fighting might upset some folks and he was prepared to face that. Bolts of energy coursing through his body in anticipation of the conflict, he'd already made up his mind.
There was no turning back now.
Shrugging his shoulders, Katsuo let his coat fall away behind him unceremoniously. He wouldn't need it for this fight. Normally he wore the weighted garment for added challenge while fighting but this wasn't a confrontation that he could afford to screw around in. Too many lives were on the line because of it. With a solid "whump!" and a metallic sound against stone, his armored coat fell away leaving him wearing his simple white slacks and the green undershirt that he wore normally. In his right hand he still held Tatsumasa, the reforged blade of the king that supposedly only an heir of the Sunahoshi could draw. It's spirit still remained dormant and... candidly he was glad for that. Just as he could not afford to indulge his habit of playing around during fights he would need his full attention for this battle. There could be no other choice. Feeling the battle beginning to come to a head with blasts of chakra and elemental forces being summoned, Katuso fixed his expression and slid Tatsumasa onto his back by the silken cord that was connected to the longer-than-average sheath.
Time to introduce himself.
"Nobody else dies."
[Battle entered in 3 rounds.]