Akuma Kuro sat in an empty chamber that used to be his parent's room. They were gone to a hidden point in the deep desert where not even Kuro could find them. All in preparation for all out war. His personal vendetta against the Daimyo had been postponed by order of the Last Sunahoshi. The king had returned and with him Kuro had passed the torch as Guardian to Azusa of the Aikayume family of kitsune priests. Hyakujuuonouu had accepted her and seeded her with great demonic power to defy all even the heavens which she prayed to. Kuro was still afflicted by the power of Mother Suna that remained within him but now he had found a purpose for it and soon everyone would be free of their pacts and all the final oaths of obligation. Never knowing that they would unleash another, possibly greater evil in the process.
Akuma Kuro stood at six feet, two inches, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. Kuro’s silver gray mane of hair hung down to the middle of his back. With a twenty one inch neck Kuro’s hair couldn’t conceal very much even as it cascaded to the center of his upper back. Violet eyes with gold slits peered from a chocolate brow with large ebony horns growing from where a normal man’s temples would be. He wore black obi around his thirty six inch waist. The obi allowed Kuro to carry his honor blade in a special bone sheath. He wore his battle pouch on a second sash just above his right hip. Adjacent his sacred blade Kuro wore a pair of collapsed fuuma shuriken, and last but not least Kuro wore his leg sheath on the interior of his hakama just atop his fighting gi shorts with his ANBU serums and summon scrolls. A convenient cut in the silk cloth of his left hakama pants leg allowed Kuro full access to his ANBU gear without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Securing his anbu arm guards and leggings Kuro covered the runic terran markings of his hand and leg wraps. Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with chakra. His black gi top opened to show his overly muscular upper body.
As he looked around the chamber he smiled about his past memories. As he stood up to leave he noticed a charm left upon the floor with flecks of lightning passing through it. It looked familiar and it smelled like the open plains he had not scented since his attempted trip to Konoha decades ago. With an all knowing smile the Devil Sage pocketed the charm and made his way into the hallway as he began the process of deactivating his weapon transport seals around the house. A growing sense of power made lightning jump between his horns as he continued child proofing the dojo.
Akuma Kuro stood at six feet, two inches, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. Kuro’s silver gray mane of hair hung down to the middle of his back. With a twenty one inch neck Kuro’s hair couldn’t conceal very much even as it cascaded to the center of his upper back. Violet eyes with gold slits peered from a chocolate brow with large ebony horns growing from where a normal man’s temples would be. He wore black obi around his thirty six inch waist. The obi allowed Kuro to carry his honor blade in a special bone sheath. He wore his battle pouch on a second sash just above his right hip. Adjacent his sacred blade Kuro wore a pair of collapsed fuuma shuriken, and last but not least Kuro wore his leg sheath on the interior of his hakama just atop his fighting gi shorts with his ANBU serums and summon scrolls. A convenient cut in the silk cloth of his left hakama pants leg allowed Kuro full access to his ANBU gear without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Securing his anbu arm guards and leggings Kuro covered the runic terran markings of his hand and leg wraps. Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with chakra. His black gi top opened to show his overly muscular upper body.
As he looked around the chamber he smiled about his past memories. As he stood up to leave he noticed a charm left upon the floor with flecks of lightning passing through it. It looked familiar and it smelled like the open plains he had not scented since his attempted trip to Konoha decades ago. With an all knowing smile the Devil Sage pocketed the charm and made his way into the hallway as he began the process of deactivating his weapon transport seals around the house. A growing sense of power made lightning jump between his horns as he continued child proofing the dojo.