What did I miss? [Self Modded Mission]

[Darasu]

As the ice around him melted, the young shinobi began to slowly regain control of his body. First his arms, shaking them forward to create a crackling sound like that of the dragon which hand constricted him. Then after a jolt forward, he broke free from the containment as a whole, and looked down to see the chamber was the same as when he had been frozen. The voice of the little girl still rung in his head, and the image of the serpent like dragon burned in his eyes.

What had happened.

Learning down,Darasu picked up the blade known as Shimoshikon, or Shi for short. The head cleaver was hoisted onto his back, and strapped on securely. The ice which had once covered the walls of the forge were now dry as a bone, indicating that an amount of time had passed. But how much he wondered? His right hand fell behind him and gripped the handle of his precious sword, giving it a bit of chakra. He had learned not long ago that the blade had a voice of sorts when fed enough energy, but was not sure how to make it speak. A gentle blue glow fell from his hand and transferred into the blade, when he then asked aloud.

"How much time has passed?"

Only silence stood for nearly a minute,when he then decided that there would not be a response. Nearby, he could hear the howling of wind through an open door behind him and decided to venture that way. What ever had happened here, he knew his time was done and what he needed to do was over. Slowly he headed towards the door and saw light shining through brilliantly from outside, and knew it was the desert. But something was off, the wind didn't sound loud enough. Once the AiT had fully come to the archeway, he was astounded by what he saw.

There was no storm?!

The sky was clear, and other than a gentle breeze there was no horrendous wind to cut his face with pellets of sand. What the hell had happened? There was only one way to find out, and so he headed out of the forge and into the desert with his back to the sun, headed east for what he hoped was home....

 

[Darasu]

He had left the forge at what must have been early morning, but the chill in the desert and the low height of the sun which peeked just over the distant dunes. The sky was a soft purple color, and for the first time in the last dozen years he could actually see the color of the sky. It was odd, for him to be able to make out the texture of the clouds, and not have to shield his face from the terrible cutting winds that licked at skin like steel tongues. He walked comfortably through the desert for the first time, and noted things in the distance that formerly would have been blinded.

Why did the storm stop? His mind asked him self, as the green orbs that were his eyes wandered about the scenery. Most people who had been to a normal desert would find the sand all around him boring, course and annoying. Most people hated sand, it gets everywhere. But Darasu was used to pain when leaving his village, and troubled movement instead of this ease. It was nice.

After a few hours of travel, the sun was at full height, and the young AiT stopped to rest and sat against a dune. His wolf painted mask was taken from his face, and his long white locks fell about his face shading his brow from the sun. The light shadow that cast about him from the dunes peak was a nice break from the sun which as well was unknown to him as a comfort.
Taking out his canteen, a few drips ran down his chin as he drank heartily. When the canteen began to draw low, he swept his left hand towards the ground and created a large incision in the sand, then with a follow up motion gathered water from the damp soil beneath. It filled his canteen back up, and as he put the cap back on, he heard a voice call out.

"Neat trick." in a hoarse voice, and Darasu's unmasked eyes looked to his left to see a group of people standing about twenty feet away, the one who spoke in the very center. He was tall, a little over six feet, and broad. He must have been the leader by his size compared, and the way he held himself. There was four others who stood around him. No doubt a group of bandit thugs here to pray on a lost wanderer. The leader as well had a face that was recognized quickly by Darasu. It was one of the missing nin that had been in his bingo book back in Sunagakure. An ex-shinobi who had been accused of bribery and theft.

Darasu snapped his finger, and his mask disappeared from beside him and back onto his face. He wasn't about to expose his identity any more than he already had, as they had most likely been following him for awhile. That was one of the dangers of being out here.

" Hello Teknina. Or what are you called? Fang?" He asked the missing nin, eyes narrowing behind his mask.

 

[Darasu]

The center figure smirked, and the throng around him began to distance themselves, slowly moving away in a flanking pattern and circling around where Darasu stood against the dune. With the sand formation to his back and rising above his head, they had him cornered within moments. This did not alarm nor concern him, by the way these men held themselves and moved, they were not trained in the shinobi arts. One by one they inched further and further apart from each other, until they formed a perfect semi circle around the AiT. The missing nin known as Fang waited the thirty meters away.

" Have at him boys" Called out the fugitive.

Now it began. The first thug came at him with a long knife, and sloppily rushed towards him. Behind the mask painted as a wolf, Darasu smiled with the knowledge of how easy this would be. He leaped over the strike, and seemed to vanish mid air. When he re-appeared he would be seen atop of the dune he was once beneath, and performing hand seals at a rapid rate.

"Pathetic" He replied to the attack of the minor warrior.

The sand beneath the knife wielders feet would begin to swirl, and then a massive vortex of wind would lift him into the air, and then a whirlwind. Flesh would rip and tear as the man was spun around and around, before being shout out of the mouth of the Tempest technique, and landing a distance away with a thud. While it had not killed the man, he did raise to his feet only slowly, and very bloody. Darasu had not wanted to kill him, but send a warning to the rest.

It hand't worked. Two attacked this time, and Darasu again began hand seals. It would take too much time for him to try and gather water out here, so he was going to need to depend on his wind jutsu to get him by for the time. He himself had underestimated the strength of these men, as they arrived quickly onto him brandishing swords, and closed in quickly.
Finishing his hand seals, he took a deep breathe in and nearly exhaled, but as he went to one of the two men threw a fireball from his sword, and caused Darasu to pause and jump even further back, leaving the tip of the dune. He breathed out slowly instead, and realized that he would have set his own face on fire. The other man who had not attacked now arrived with the injured one, behind the two sword wielders.

Darasu sighed. "This has already gone on too long." Two more fireballs were thrown towards him, and he reached over his shoulder and grabbed Shimoshikon. Chakra released from his hands and into the blade, and easily he swatted through both fireballs. His body moved like a falling feather, with effortless grace. One by one he blinked between the four men, and severed their heads off one at a time....


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