Úrskurður [Private]

[Moyamaru]

Location: Beneath one of the maiden statues that make up "The Sisters"
Weather: An unusually chilly night with calm seas and a clear night sky
Time of Day: After midnight​

"Ákvörðun þín?", a question asked from the lips of Kyourin towards his son while adjusting his backside against the carved stone that made up the nearby maiden statue. The importance of his question mouthed in the language of their forefathers spewed from his lips with such authority that his position on the totem pole was clearly evident. Kyourin was a cold soul with a warm heart, at least when it came to business of the flesh. He was a giant of a man, his olive skin marred by black markings which fully enveloped his exposed torso and muscle structure. His pupils which were almost borderline the color of fresh snow mixed with a hint of blue did not for a single second spare their glance towards his son's prescense but remained attached to the unmoving ocean before them.

Resting his fingertip into the fine sand that made up the beachfront, Kanki's fingertips continued making rough designs within the grains of sand as he passively listened to his father's words. He knew his place and position when within his father's vicinity and as such he kept within a child' place a demenor which showed his level of home training. Squatting, Kanki like his father, was completely void of any form of torso covering which exposed his similarly designed tattoos. However in keeping with his nature of assuming his role at all times, Kanki's anbu mask remained on to no objection of his father. "This village, something about it feels off...the air is thick with conflict." His eyes, their color matching Kyourin's intensity were genetically inherited by Kanki unlike his skin tone and hair, both as white as a snowcapped mountain peak.

His neck muscles tensed slightly as his head position shifted to give his eyes access to his son's location, his pupils squinting just slightly while his mind reaffirmed his belief that Kanki had yet to learn something vital. "The shinobi world is and will always be filled to the rim with conflict....that is why your job here is important. Afterall information is vital to survival.", his head snapped back to return his gaze to the ocean allowing his near waistlength but untamed hair to dance for a few seconds. "Við vinstri heim þessari ástæðu og þessum sökum einum ... ekki gleyma því.", his tone of voice had softened which signified an importance of his message that transcended mere authority by becoming words of the heart and not just the mind.

"You do not have to remind me, that's why my status as anbu is vital...", his lips pursed after signing beneath his mask. His father was correct though, they had a lot to accomplish in a certain time range which meant that he would have to become more aggressive. Standing fully and dusting the sand which still gripping onto his palms off, his eyes closed before he spoke out again. "Skuggi, hví þú vera þögul?", his words being strangely directed not towards his father but to his vacant right side. Although it would seem he was speaking to air Kyourin and Kanki were fully aware of whom it was projected towards.

"Bjóstu mig að segja eitthvað", Skuggi's response to Kanki was filled with obvious sarcasm as the black furred wolf remained resting at Kanki's side. Trails of white haze flowed from it's body constantly as it laid there, the wolf's form possessing white markings that glowed in the same pattern that was on Kanki. Skuggi was Kanki's totem spirit...otherwise it was a spiritual presence that only those with Katai heritage could see and interact with.

A large white paw rested suddenly upon Kyourin's shoulder, the nails calmly pressing down onto the skin enough to not deal physical harm. The large polar bear looking down on Kyourin quickly speaking in an inaudibled tone meant only for a private conversation between the two, "Hann tekur eftir að móðir hans ...". The bear's physical body was impressive like it's medium, though because the were one in body and soul Styrkur's body also had scars. Kyourin unlike his son was battlehardened so his spirit naturally reflected such.

Kyourin for the current moment paid neither Skuggi nor Styrkur's words any mind, but kept his attention on the water slightly enticed by the star's reflection that shown off it's surface. It reminded him of home, their true home that is in how clearly visible the night's beauty could be observed. Crossing his arms, his body finally relaxed with a sudden exhale. "Our mission isn't a simple one....though drawn out it will require every inch of detail to be paid attention to..."

Note:
INPC Link: Hyouton Kyourin
Skuggi = Kanki's animal spirit which is spiritually present not physically there.
Styrkur = Kyourin's animal spirit which is spiritually present not physically there.

 

[Moyamaru]

Re: Úrskurður [Open]


Hyouton Kyourin - INPC

"Kirigakure is no more, Water Country is -inhospitable- as a frozen wasteland where only the strong and quick to adapt can survive. It is a place of frozen death and terrors, a place where monsters roam unchecked and specters remain tethered to the frozen husks of their former lives.", Kyourin's speech rolled freely off his tongue as he walked towards the shoreline barrier that divided the sand from the waves. His feet left bare felt the first trickles of water against the skin before the natural flow of chakra caused his body to become an example of physics no longer mattering. His form took calm almost calculated strides atop the water's surface with the area unfortunate to come in contact with his feet freezing almost instantly. This left a trail behind his form as he walked seemingly with purpose towards the thin horizon still present as the separation between the night's sky and the sea's water. The moon illuminated upon the scene as it had been for some time, stars mirroring themselves among the calm waves that rolled in from time to time...his breathing collected though frost remained tethered to his breath regardless of the pleasant weather. "What others deem as a deserted remnant of what a civilization once was...we see as our homeland. The setting of water country as it is...is our calling card, we can survive just fine there...."

"Sounds like a noble goal, but while that is something I wish we could just do....there are many questions that still need to be answered. The destruction of Kirigakure along with the events in Konohagakure coinciding at the same time just seems all to fishy. Refugees are scattered to the four winds and I find it questionable that the remaining influential shinobi villages have not decided to look into why. Is it possible that my mind is just overly suspicious of events that happened to destroy two prominent villages within the same time space, of course, but until we exhaust all possibilities then my suspicions shall remain. That's why I entrusted you with that mission Kanki...and why we came here in the first place, so I expect results to begin pouring in.", his hair shifted along his shoulders almost strafing his waistline as his body turned to face his son and their spiritual specters that remained present. He had faith in his son's adept abilities to get this job done and that trust was going to be extremely hard to break.

"Understood...?"

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

Re: Úrskurður [Open]

Post Theme Music​

Akkuma was just below the waters edge near the maiden that watched over Iwa. The demon had decided to do a little bit of digging on the guardians after all everyone had their agendas. He couldn't believe his luck he two guardians he'd chosen to investigate couldn't have been better choices. That much was apparent as he hid underneath the warts surface the few methods he had at containing his aura. With each moment that passed he couldn't help but feel like the fates once more had their hands at work here. Those crimson eyes looked at the two as their animal companions spoke and he realised they were spirits. 'This just keeps getting better and better...time to have some fun.' he thought to himself performing some quick handseals. The waters surface would explode as a forty foot tall polar bear in massive battle armour stood atop the waters surface. Standing atop Bikou stood Akkuma, those crimson eyes that burned with madness looked on those before him.

"Nebulo ne mortis ... simple malakceptis la malfortaj . Ili koruptis gxin sufiĉas nun nur tiuj dignaj povas nomi ĝin hejmen." he said in that calm devilish voice. That shark-like smile upon his face as he looked down at the group of beings before him. Those eyes of his would move to the man who had seemed to be doing most of the talking between the two "Diru al mi kion vi du vere deziros vidi Mist denove?" he would ask them with his head tilted to the side as if he were appraising there worth. Those eyes of his would seem to look into their soul his aura sweeping the aura like a maelstrom of chaos and madness. The demons body was covered in binding seals and curse seals, he'd mastered death itself and beings of other realms. Now he sought to restore the realm of man back to one of strength, one worthy of existence instead of this fragile stagnant world that existed now.

"Destino kion okazis ... Mi provis averti Masa . La Old Ones taŭgis por ne plu favoros nin ... nia vilaĝo fariĝis malforta . Ne plu estas tiu la kazo ..." the words would be carried upon the wind to the two with a harsh truth and seriousness. He could see it they were still Mist nin in their hearts they had hot yielded to the test that had taken place. Bikou and Akkuma's silhouette looked quite impressive against the amazing scene. Finally the last thing he had decided he would do was something else he felt would be better off getting straight to the point about after all he was not only a dark sage but a demon high lord. He cared little for if they were taken back by his listening in quite frankly they had been foolish discussing such things out here...it just so happened he loved fools and so did the gods. "Aliĝu mi ... mi montros al vi Mist tiel potenca grandioza vi komprenos kial la dioj faris kion ili devis." he would say in that devilishly charming yet sinister tone. The devil had found them now what would they make of it...​

Translation:
"Mist is not dead...it simply rejected the weak. they corrupted it enough, now only those worthy may call it home." - 1
"Tell me do you two truly desire to see Mist again?" - 2
"Destiny is what happened...I tried to warn Masa. The Old Ones saw fit to no longer favor us...our village had become weak. No longer is this the case..." - 3
"Join me ... I will show you a Mist so powerful and grand you will understand why the gods did what they had to . " - 4

MFT! Looking forward to your post ! And this is before my gate thread xD
Edited to add 4th translation
Edited to fix tag

 

[Moyamaru]

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Before his son would have a chance to respond to his statements Kyourin's palm motioned upwards with the palms flattened, halting Kanki's speech in the nape of his throat. Kyourin's eyes squinted as beneath his feet something motioned which caused the ice platforms that supported his weight to shift, it was omnipotent feeling that filtered into the pit of his gut instinct. Years of survival and life within a world cast within a blood shadow of the less fortunate had molded his perceptions and reactions to find anything unknown to be a threat. His weight shifted suddenly, motioning his body backwards just before the surface of the sea exploded sending a large pillar of water skyrocketing vertically while raining down heavy drops within the vicinity. Braving the initial waves that were forced outwards from the explosion's epicenter, he stood calmly as his body continued to rise and fall with the various size waves that still had enough energy to move outwards. As his face allowed the droplets of water that had struck him run down his skin, his cold gaze which was barren of any interior emotions watched as the first thing he was able to discern within the still waning water pillar was that of glowing eyes. Those eyes were not ones that every mere man and creation attained, by this he was not referring to any doujutsu, but the eyes of something capable of many things...the eyes associated with a primal survival instinct many men no longer carried. The shadow's casts by the thinning sea pillar revealed that the eyes were not alone in their gaze but was accompanied by those which Kyourin had been familiar with...the eyes of a beast.

The being atop the large beast spoke no sooner had his visage become clearly visible, his voice deep and commanding in his pronouncing of the ancient water language. They had a birthright in common, a homeland which was no more than the world's ice cube and treated as such by all except those who refused to abandon it. His words carried a weight of truth and a symbolic hint that they shared something else in common which was the notion that only the fit could now call their home as such in these days. "La lando de nebulo fariĝis korupta por homo nur vidi la mondon tra la okuloj de la mono. Ili turnis unufoje fiera kaj malavaran lando en ion kiel malkara malcxastan invititaj personoj kiu taksis nur detrui la belaj insuloj. La lando de nebulo estis neniam turisto celloko .... estis loko de postvivado kaj miro. Kaj ĝi ankoraŭ estas ...". As his words were being spoken, Kyourin's chakra seal began to glow within the center of his chest, an azure hue that those who had the pleasure of being from the village understood meant that he had once retained the ranking of Jounin-level.

His form lunged outwards, bound momentarily to the physical properties of the air that filtered through the world. Landing a yard away from his father and just a little behind, Kanki would balance himself upon the water's surface. The two together produced an effect that Akkuma would have been unable to ignore, as they stood within proximity of one another the natural flow of their blood and heritage that made them what they were caused the air itself to drop in temperature rapidly. It would remind Akkuma of what their homeland had become, a frozen land of ice and snow. Kanki was familiar with Akkuma and he undoubtedly was familiar with him as they had an encounter prior at the gates which unfortunately resulted in his denial by powers he had no control or authority to override. "Miroku Akkuma, Demon Sage of Kirigakure...", was spoken from Kanki's mouth in a tone of voice that was similar to Kyourin's in bass level which meant they were most likely related. His words however weren't directed towards Akkuma though his eyes were solely locked upon him, they were words for his father. Crossing his arms, Kanki returned to relative silence at least for now as the bond between father and son bade him to know when his father was about to speak.

"Deziro por vidi nebulo refoje? La sango, kiu fluas tra niaj vejnoj certigi ke nia hejmo estas ĉiam kun ni. La korpo de nia popolo, nia tribo, nia vivteno ĉiam apartenas al la lando de la akvo. Ne iam denove pridubi nin pri deziro ...", his voice carried weight as any man whom spoke passionately about his homeland's would. Kyourin was not a man that could be intimidated or frightened, he was a man who's principles was the sole reason he survived in a world like this for this long. His next statement was the cream of the crop..., "Kion vi planas por nia hejmlando, kion vi povas promesi la tero, kiun nur la forta povas nun postvivi sur. Nur post vi diru al mi vian vizion mi rakontos al vi nian decidon ĉu inkluzivas nin pri viaj planoj aŭ trovi nian propran."



[Translation Notes]
1) The land of mist had become corrupt by people only seeing the world through the eyes of money. They turned the once proud and bountiful land into something like a cheap whore, invited people who valued only to destroy the beautiful islands. The land of mist was never a tourist destination....it was a place of survival and wonder. And it still is...

2) A desire to see mist once again? The blood that flows through our veins ensure that our home is always with us. The body of our people, our tribe, our livelihood forever belongs to the land of water. Do not ever again question us about desire...

3) What do you have planned for our homeland, what can you promise for the land that only the strong can now survive upon. Only after you tell me your vision will I tell you our decision to either include ourselves with your plans or find our own.

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

Akkuma could feel the chill in the air as the two prepared themselves naturally taken aback by the beast and it's master that had surprised them. Those crimson red eyes of his that burned as fierce as the fires of hell, held them both in his sights. He was glad to hear that he had found yet more shinobi who believed what he had known for so long. The demon wondered if the man knew just how right he was dark beings called it home now...but thanks to certain gifts and privileges. They were no issue to the Demon Sage a master of all things. It seemed one of them remembered him from an earlier attempt he'd made to enter the village.

Statue-like would be the only way to describe how the demon was as he observed their exactions and listened to their words. 'Glad to know I'm not that easily forgotten...' he thought to himself he tilted his head in an almost bird of prey-like manner. Deciding whether or not they would be the types to accept his beliefs hell who cared if they didn't he would make them.​

Battle Initiation Post​

Dark chakra began to exude itself from the demon as he smiled that shark-like grin and those crimson eyes that would watch the world burn looked into the eyes of the two before him. "La nebulo mi kreos estos la plej potenca , danĝera kaj tamen bela lando cxiujn samtempe. Lasu min montri vin kial mi faros tion, eĉ ne la dioj estos barita kontraux mi !" he would say in a cold authorities voice two the two men who seemed to embody the cold dangers of mist. Pausing to smile a grin of madness as his chakra began to swirl around him "Mi konduki militon kiu ekstermos ĉi mondo kaj daŭri eterne . Homaro fariĝis malforta en lia dekadenco kaj stato de paco . Homaro refoje esti tiel forta kiam estis reen en la pliaĝa tagoj." he said in that tone of devilish charisma and authority mixed into one entrancingly awe inspiring voice.

"Ĉu vi iam dancis kun la diablo sur lunluma nokto ?" he would ask as the demons right hand slashed through the air the seal upon his chest exploding with energy. As it's runic glyphs spread across his body the Demon honed his Combat Instincts on the Guardian he had met before. The demons body began to shift due to the power of his Solar Seal, it began to transform him into a monstrous being. But he wasn't done yet next his Demonic Form began to show itself his flesh tearing and healing growing in mass. Within a couple seconds the demon was standing at a massive nine feet tall in a mixture of demonic and cursed transformation.

Finally his hands would begin to go into a flurry of handseals his cursed chakra shifting as he performed a series of complex handseals for a Jutsu that defied the laws of life. A rift opened up before the demon and a coffin began to slowly emerge sheathed in a blanket of demonic energies. "Shall we see who's path is strongest?" he would ask in that confident filled tone of certainty. They would be able to see by the look in his eyes that now they were done talking now they would let actions speak louder then words.

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MFT

Translation:
"The Mist I will create shall be the most powerful, dangerous and yet beautiful land all at once. Let me show you why I will do this, not even the gods shall stop me!" - 1
"I will usher in a war that will consume this world and last for eternity. Humanity has become weak in its decadence and state of peace. Humanity will once more be as strong when it was back in the elder days." - 2
"Have you ever danced with the devil on a moonlit night?" - 3

Actions:

Spoiler

1: Activate Solar Seal Rank 3 1ap
2: Activate Combat Instinct on Kanki 1ap
3: Enter Demonic Form Master Rank 3ap
4: Summon 'Roku' Benevolent IWS 4.5ap

 

[Moyamaru]

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There truly was no more reason to continue speaking to the Demon Sage as only action would speak for them. Kyourin's blood was riled as his eyes began to possess a faint blue glow while his lips mouthed a statement towards Kanki in a language Akkuma did not know considering it was the Katai's native tongue, "Leyfi ekkert að breytast. Áherslu á underling, fara stórlaxinn að mér...". Kyourin's lips turned into a smirk, not a normal one but one that could only be wielded by someone who had seen his fair share of engagements. It was the smirk of a battleborn, a warrior etched in the art of fighting and as he stood there standing a bulge along the water's surface next to him would form and collect upon itself. Melding into a form similar to Kyourin's own, the water would suddenly freeze over before gaining physical features that made it identical to himself, all of this without Kyourin using a single handseal. Passive abilities were something that dictated a fighter's nature and his palms would surrender themselves to the side of his waist right within the white pelt that covered his waistline. Pulling his palms outwards, the moon momentarily reflected off the metal that made of the ninja wire that was suddenly wrapped around both his hands. The tattoos that covered his exposed torso would glow with the same hue of his eyes, offsetting the night's natural darkness with light as his spirit animal began to fade into particles of light that absorbed into his body. The fingertips of his right hand made graceful and rapid motions, utilizing his passive ability to form one-handed seals at a faster speed than a normal shinobi could with two hands. A small ocular sphere would appear from water droplets in the air and quickly glazed over similar to crystal. While doing this an ominous mist would begin to roll in and thicken slowly, though the mist itself had an origin and Kyourin did not have to look around to know who that was. As it rolled in his fingertips motioned once more and caused his chakra to filter out into the environment causing a sudden downpour to invade the field. A battlefield covered in mist and rain....

Fitting for shinobi whom were trained in Kirigakure.

1: Initiative - Draw two spools of ninja wire - 1 AP
2: Create Ice Clone - 2.5 AP
3: Create Crystal Eye - 2 AP
4: Rain Dance - 2.5 AP

Beneath his mask, his lips curved into a grimaced smirk as he and his father seemed to work in tandum initially. They were extremely close so it wasn't highly unlikely that Kanki's abilities were taught to him by Kyourin, which could have been possible considering he also found his palms wrapped in ninja wire similar to his father. The difference between the two came in their tactics, something that would be found out later but as his father made quick preparations so did he noting the sudden motioning of his right palm to bring in a misty veil at the same time it began to rain. His eyes did not fall away from the summoned ally though he also did not fully ignore the summoning animal. Biting his lip, Akkuma would notice droplets of blood begin to fall from beneath Kanki's mask as the gas he continued to gnaw into his own flesh widened. This act of self-barbarism had a reason and while the mist would conceal what exactly happened the details wouldn't go without being explained. As the water beneath his feet continued to dye itself red with his own life substance Kanki's chakra coated his body in a fashion similar to a chakra cloak though without actually being one. The core temperature around him plummeted rapidly to the point where his trickling blood froze before it could hit the sea. With water tainted red and frozen particles of blood, his latent bloodline ability kicked in on top of the rain and mist, tinted particles of red snow suddenly fell too. This snow however was not harmless as it would easily serrate the skin similar to small paper cuts each time the body came in contact with it, which was unfortunately for everyone else impossible.

1: Initiative - Draw two spools of ninja wire - 1 AP
2: Hidden Mist - 2.5 AP
3: Haku Jutsu: Red Snow - 2 AP

[Notes]
For all intents and purposes RP wise, Kyourin was capped when I retired from him. He had NE/Ice/Water jutsu so nothing outside of that is going to be used by him. Also he has 10 AP like any other capped person would.

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

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Akkuma smiled devilishly as they grabbed ninja wire, wrapping it around their hands he smiled as a clone was formed from the element these two had an obvious affinity for something he could make out due to his keen insight. But they had already lost for now he had Roku an old friend who he couldn't let rest, a mist began to roll in and he could feel it begin to snow but this was different. Each speck felt like a razors edge slicing his flesh "Too late..." he would say to the two who had prepared themselves. Next the door of the coffin burst forward flying through the air landing in front of the two, a pale and cracked reanimating Roku began to step forward. The young medical prodigy looked to Akkuma sighing with a quick flurry of handseals Roku placed a Medical Seal upon his old fiend of a friend. As Roku did this Bikou quickly summoned upon Akkuma his most precious possession the coat of the fallen comrade. Akkuma nodded in thanks as he felt it already taking effect. But still those razor-like snowflakes kept falling slicing his flesh, although his natural healing ability and the effect of his curse seal made it seem as if he hadn't been hurt at all. Smiling he vanished in a burst of crows re-appearing with two clones of himself in all his Demonic glory.

Rips in his flesh kept appearing as if unseen beast were tearing at his flesh, a cost of being his True Demonic Form in this realm. The seal trying to re-stitch his flesh but unable to keep up with the damage with each bit of damage he received his Hidden Power got closer to being accessible. Akkuma dashed forward towards Kanki dark demonic chakra surging through his hand as he prepared to attempt to use his Demonic Mind Ripper technique on Kanki he would follow straight up by trying to scribe a chaos seal upon the Guardian. Both techniques put great strain upon their victims and significantly decreased their capabilities good choices for attacks. Hopefully they would land but already he would turn to face the other nin and as he did so Bikou roared with such ferocity the very earth shook and the air got colder as another onset of snow began to fall. Akkuma had traversed the barren tundra this was nothing to the demon.

Akkuma would attempt to place another seal upon the other man, a chaos seal a dark technique and one of the most gruesome in his repertoire after all only dark sages like himself could unscribe such things. By now they would know the lengths he would take for success. The battle was on a no holds barred fight this snowstorm provided perfect cover from those who may wish to spy upon their battle, this wasn't petty this was the proving of ones conviction and to understand one another truly. 'Old Ones guide me on my path...' he thought to himself preparing for the challenge ahead. No matter what he would make them believe in him he had to! he couldn't do this without support. He could already tell the two would not make it easy for him.​

Actions:
1: Flock of Shadows 2.5ap
2: Mind Ripper at Kanki 2ap
3: Chaos at Kanki 3ap
4: Chaos Seal at Kyourin 3ap

Bikou's Actions:
1: Summon Coat of the a Fallen Comrade 1.5ap
2: Arctic Roar 3ap

Roku Actions: (benevolent IWS)
1: Medical Ward (Special Action) MR 2.5ap
Edited Twice

Next post will be better! I promise.
Edited again to make youtube coding!

 

[Moyamaru]

Instinct. It was a driving force behind those that were successful in their survival against the odds. A basic human trait that could easily be weeded out by the natural building blocks of human civilization. Contempt and settling for a protected society easily created a walled in pot for people to forget how to survive and counter the odds of the world. This was not the case for those who saw life as something that could end at any moment, where death loomed on personal decisions and the abilities of those involved, where one fault or misstep meant utter destruction. Survival to people like them meant the taking of life to preserve and protect life or values that were held dear. For them, in able to truly survive they must release the binds of their civilization built mentality and tap into the natural traits that made up their survival instincts.

For them it came naturally...

For them there were no other options....

For them the safety of the other burned a fire in their hearts....

For Akkuma, they would be the nightmare he had so trivially sought to avoid

Kanki's eyes shifted suddenly as through the snow, rain, and increasingly thick mist his awareness of his surroundings all but retained their heightened state as if the environmental factors surrounding them made little difference to him. The shifting in the flow of water and it's growing ripples caused his body to react faster than he truthfully was capable of processing his actions. He however had a lack of hand to hand combat and although he was aware of Akkuma's movements he had been taken by surprise as his face was grabbed and subsequently his mind felt as if a pulsing ripple had gone through it. As Akkuma's palm motioned to press along his chest cavity, they would meet eye contact momentarily as the seal would expand before suddenly Akkuma found himself engulfed in smoke. This smoke filtered away quickly as his skin continued to rip in the face of the sharp flakes of snow. The chaos seal was and had been successful as Akkuma had placed such a seal along himself, in a way as Kanki had body switched himself with material provided by Akkuma himself...his own clone. The first move was already made and Kyourin's ears quickly twitched at the summoning's actions, finding the roaring to be of substantial problem as much as the sudden heavy snowstorm that found itself rolled in and mixed with Kanki's bloodline technique made him discomforted. Clenching his jaw, he ignored the cuts from his son's technique enduring the feeling as if he was walking through thorn bushes to motion towards Akkuma's location. His fingertip weaved seals rapidly causing the water battlefield that they were upon to shift and start compiling atop itself slowly...Having appeared next to where the summoned ally known as Roku was standing along with the summoning and remaining clone, in a fashion that was without a doubt unexpected given all the environmental veils he quickly used his sudden appearance to his advantage to cut off the summoned ally from it's master. Wind chakra condensed around his palm right before Kanki punched the Summoning sending the chakra propelling Roku backwards though the summoning would find that the force behind the punch was only enough to slide his position at a maximum range of ten feet, and even then it wasn't enough to even cause him to lose his balance. Kanki without stopping his forward progression called out to his father through the howling snow and rain and mist. "Hreinsa!!!" Kyourin's lips formed a smirk that could only belong to a man whom had released a beast inside them as a seal was finishing it's inscription upon his chest and his cold stare was meeting Akkuma's demonic one. His son's words reached his ears in unison with Akkuma's chaos seal finishing causing Kyourin to chuckle and speak a few choice words to Akkuma, "Our turn...". Akkuma having been on the offensive during a time when Kyourin was left to his own devices would suddenly find his body swept upwards in a catalyst of spinning water along with both cloned versions of himself. They were both in a way on equal unequal footing as the large realm created by the bubble of water finally came to rest leaving the four trapped within suspended within it's grasp to hold their breath. Smirking as he stayed suspended within the bubble, looking directly at Akkuma the two would naturally become ready to square off again. Kyourin calmly brought his palms together and almost instantly reacting to the molding of chakra the water around his body would suddenly thicken as if it was acting as a barrier.His eyes winced slightly as his head felt a sudden pressure that quickly subsided, he wondered naturally what it was that was affecting him like this but ignored it as the pulsation left almost as soon as it had appeared. Shifting his weight slightly, he braced himself as he was placed in a rather interesting position in that he stood directly between both of Akkuma's summonings. With Roku before him and the large beast behind his back, Kanki felt a rush that once could only attest to as battle rage and it was feeling great. There was no mistaking it however that although he had the blood of ice flowing through his veins, the snow kicked up by the summoning did in fact make his body feel slightly heavier. "Tch, a corpse and an overgrown bear.....i'll have to make this quick" He physically prepared his muscles as his muscles flexed instinctively for their next grouping of actions, a sudden charge of electricity would make itself present around his body."You're not alone...", was said as Kyourin's Ice Clone shifted his weight against Kanki's backside. His fingertips flowed suddenly before beneath the large summoning the water would crystalize into ice after a whirlpool design formed. Whether or not the summoning noticed and moved was unknown but before long a sudden spire of ice would shoot upwards from the location.

Kanki
Condition: Mind Ripped...slightly frosty
1 AP - Body Switch using Akkuma Clone
1 AP - Pressure Burst on Roku
2 AP - Volt Charge on Self

Kyourin
Condition: Feeling the chaos and annoying Papercuts
3 AP - Supreme Aqua Realm on both Akkuma's Clones and Akkuma
3.6 AP (Chaos Seal Increase) - Scorn of Aquarius Special Action: Tidal Wall

Kyourin's Ice Clone
Condition: Just Chillen
2 AP - Grand Waterfall Special Action: Erupting Geyser under Bikou

 

[Moyamaru]

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