Orochimaru
Sannin 
Konohagakure Otogakure[M:0][M:0]
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Post by Orochimaru on Mar 29, 2008 0:00:48 GMT -5
 “Kirigakure…”It had been too long since the snake Sannins feet had last graced these hilltops, since he last stood above the horizon and peered down at the Village Hidden in the Mist. Over a decade ago, Orochimaru had met with Kaguya Kimimaro in this very spot, he could tell simply from the look in the boys eyes that day that he was gifted in ways that most would never be graced with. It was look of sheer determination and strong will, a need to prove that his life held a meaning for existence. His eyes revealed a pool of unguided raw talent. There was a time when the young Kaguya seemed like the dream vessel for a spirit such as his. He was young and strong, capable and willing to learn all the Sannin had to teach. But alas, his body failed him, and he was struck down years ago…all for the purpose of delivering a replacement container. Uchiha Sasuke was his to mold now. Talk had arisen of a second coming of the worlds most gifted clans. With this, the thought of the Kaguya’s return came into mind, as well as the return of the Uchiha. Sasuke-kun was strong and acceptable, that much was more then obvious, but there was always a chance that there was a body more powerful and holding more potential roaming the lands. It would be a shame to let such a vessel go unclaimed, untainted with the influence of the cursed mark. Time was beginning to run short and the body of Genyuumaru was beginning to falter after three years of use. Still, he knew that Genyuumru’s body wouldn’t accept his spirit for long, it wouldn’t be able to contain the will of Sound. If it wasn’t for the interference of the Kyuubi child, Orochimaru would already posses the sharingan. If, by some chance, there was another vessel out there with more skill then that of Uchiha Sasuke, then the role of the Uchiha would be diminished greatly. He would become a sacrificial piece, his only purpose in Otogakure would be to protect and deliver the new body by any means necessary. After that, he would be free to use his tainted power for all his vengeful purposes. The second forming of the Sound Ninja Five was also a priority on his list. It was a strange turn of events when all five members were killed simultaneously on the same day by Leaf Gennin and Chuunin. They would have to be stronger this time around, more ruthless and capable of following orders. After all, there would be a heart filled gift from the snake sannin himself to the new vessel. He wouldn’t settle for average shinobi any longer. His long, pointed tongue slithered and thrashed about wildly from between his lips as if it had a mind of its own, then ran across the upper lip of his pale face. “A ninja from each village...each country..at my disposal. Perfect.”One arm was crossed over his chest while the other sat vertically under his jaw. The back of his soft hand kept his head held high. Quietly, Orochimaru began to descend down the hillside in order to see just what Kirigakure had to offer at the present moment. |
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Post by Oni Divinity on Mar 29, 2008 16:04:19 GMT -5
[glow=blue,10,300]2 Days Ago[/glow]
The village of Bloody Mist. No Amon thought. The former village of Bloody Mist. It gave up that glorious name decades ago. The shinobi sighed at the thought. Here his ancestors and clan members were greatly respected and feared, the brutal Oni having several ties with the ninjas of Mist. Like them, they were assasins, the people of Kirigakure more than willing to hire the powerful Oni to murder and torture their rivals. That was the way of Amon's clan. Blood and Coin the missing nin repeated in his mind the motto of his long dead family.
The young Oni walked the streets of the village, his long, black cloak dancing in the wind. It was nothing more than a tattered rag, but it helped conceal the ninja's face and robe beneath. Amon still wore the colours of his clan: a crimson robe and upon it, the Eight Pointed Star painted in black. Few people knew that the Oni were real and not a legend...few, dangerous people. His sword was sheathed on his back, the ragged cloak hiding the cursed blade from sight.
For when an assasin was going about his business, his weapons should be better hidden.
[shadow=red,left,1000]2 Hours Later[/shadow]
The ground was littered with dead bodies, fresh blood staining the wooden floor and carpets. Almost five dead Jounin and a large number of Chuunins lay at Amon's feet. The house's roof was on fire, due to one of the Katon Jutsu the Oni had used. His clothes were soaked in blood and his sword was dripping with gore. With a grim smile on his face, the missing nin collected the heads of the dead Jounin and placed them in a bloody bag. He would need to prove to his employer that the mission was complete.
[glow=red,10,300]Blood and Coin[/glow]
[glow=blue,19,300]Today[/glow]
The Oni, dressed in his black travelling cloak, was exiting the village, a pouch of money hanging from his belt. His employer had turned out to be more generous than expected, once Amon kindly persuaded him to give a little extra for his troubles. Smiling to himself, he climbed on the hill, crossing paths with another black-haired traveller, probably a shinobi.
Suddenly, the wind grew stronger, whipping Amon's cloak and almost blasting it away from the missing nin's shoulders. The robe beneath became visible, as well as the sign f the Oni that was painted on it. d**n it he swore to himself, hoping that the shinobi that was walking towards Kiri wouldn't notice or recognise the sign...
The Oni were a clan of legend, infamous, evil and powerful, like the demons they summoned. The less attention Amon attracted, the better.
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Orochimaru
Sannin
Konohagakure Otogakure[M:0][M:0]
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Post by Orochimaru on Mar 29, 2008 16:52:45 GMT -5
He walked without care and his arms never left that one particular position. The way he moved down the hillside with eyes unconcerned of others and his head high made for a cocky demeanor, a visible aura of unrivaled confidence. The sannin casually strode past the man dawning the black robes, he didn’t seem to notice what the man wore underneath it. If he had indeed noticed the insignia that he wore underneath those robes, the sannin didn’t seem to care. The two frames had already passed one another when the slit pupils of the snake sannin suddenly grew large with excitement and darted to the corner of his eye.
A single dark brown serpent slithered out of one of the short sleeves of his beige over shirt and quickly slighted up his back, wrapping itself affectionately around Orochimaru’s neck and shoulders. The wind caused his long hair to flutter in the breeze and his sarcastic voice filled the air, the hisses of the snake could be heard whenever he fell silent. Stopping in place, Ororchimaru glanced back with hidden intentions behind his golden eyes.
”That’s an interesting choice of design your wearing.”
The air space between the two suddenly became tense, his voice tone implied that the snake sannin knew more then he let on. He turned around fully.
”In all fifty years of my life, I’ve only seen such an insignia once or twice….Tell me your name.”
He suddenly exclaimed, moving closer to his point in that single statement. His voice didn’t leave much room for disobedience, and neither did his serpent for that matter. While the sannin stood in wait, his pet reared its head back and bore fangs. Such hostility was more or less an intimidation factor, a mock charge if you will. |
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Post by Oni Divinity on Mar 29, 2008 17:19:49 GMT -5
The man did not turn around to question him about the sign on his robe. Amon slightly relaxed. The Oni were not exactly outlawed: the clan had fallen twice, both times due to inner strife. Amon's family liked to slay each other. Kinslaying was the most common activity within the clan, the son murdering the father and the brother to become next in the line of succesion. The missing nin hated the fact that he was born after the clan's fall, the fires of ambition that burned within him not satiated by his current status. The Oni were feared and respected. In fact, they ruled Kumo in the old times, the lightning shinobi cowering before them.
But those days were long past. The clan no longer inspired terror and respect in the hearts of men. A few members did survive, like Amon's father and granfather. The missing nin's father was born 20 years after the Oni's final fall. He made his living as a mercenary, a dangerous S-Ranked shinobi who used his family's name to collect tribute. Amon's mother was a Konoha ninja, who was raped by his father during a mission when she was captured.
Born of Violence the shinobi thoughtwith a smile as he walked. [glow=blue,4,300]”That’s an interesting choice of design your wearing.”[/glow] a voice said behind him. Amon almost cursed out loud. The d**n ninja had seen and recognised the sigil. d**n him and his sharp eyes the missing nin swore to himself.
For a second, he thought of attacking him, the Berseker Demon inside urging him to commit deeds of violence. Amon restrained the infernal presence within his soul and stood his ground. [glow=blue,6,300]”In all fifty years of my life, I’ve only seen such an insignia once or twice….Tell me your name.”[/glow] the shinobi said again. Amon turned to look at him. His eyes, the colour of the sea, turned slightly red. That pair of infernal eyes stared into the eyes of a serpent.
[glow=red,4,300]"Amon...Oni"[/glow] he answered.
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Orochimaru
Sannin
Konohagakure Otogakure[M:0][M:0]
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Post by Orochimaru on Mar 29, 2008 18:18:25 GMT -5
His eyes remind me of the Kyuubi brats, somewhat. How interesting. A mans eyes were the windows into his soul. They often gave away a persons innermost ambitions and desires. Eyes like those of Sasuke-kun, Kimimaro, and the Kyuubi boy were rare to come upon. There were others with strong will and determination, such as Kabuto for example, but very few had the silent intensity that those three held inside of them. This one…Amon Oni….was dangerous.
Orochimaru finally brought his hands away from their resting positions across his body and under his chin, the snake on his shoulder still hissing in agitation. His fingers rose to his pale cheeks, placing themselves directly below the center of the eye socket. Tugging softly at the underside of his eye, Orochimaru opened both eyes wide, his pupils seemed to shrink at that moment and become more intense then ever before. Softly, he spoke aloud.
”….Lets begin.”
Time slowed down considerably, Amon Oni floated aimlessly in a black void, a realm of complete darkness without any sound whatsoever. Below his hovering frame was a pool of blood, crimson red and sitting undisturbed. The stench of blood was overwhelmingly strong, this wasn’t a place for weak stomachs. A ripple began to form in the center of the blood pool, something was disturbing the surface. An enormous snake, as black as the surroundings, rose to level its face with Oni’s floating body. Its eyes were emerald green and red rivers of blood streamed down its elongated body, it opened its mouth and hissed out in a thunderous manner. Orochimaru was visible now, his body was one with the serpents tongue. He was unclothed, and his arms were extended to the sides as if he was welcoming an embrace.
”Show me how strong you are. Show me you deserve my blessing…”
He stated, his mouth still wide open even after he stopped speaking. The Kusanagi long sword extended from his throat and struck the Oni in the chest, adding his own blood to the pool beneath them. Orochimaru violently jerked his head to the side and ripped the Oni’s chest cavity open, the dissection of Amon had officially begun. The sannin then proceeded to thrust his head forward and impale Oni in the throat, causing more blood to spill from the corners of his mouth and his nose. The organs of his upper body were visible and his body was soaked from the neck down. Still, the sannin continued his sword assault.
He grinned in a sinister manner, bringing his hands down and crossing them over his chest. Silently, Sannin and serpent stood in anticipation. |
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Roku-kun
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Post by Roku-kun on Mar 29, 2008 18:47:08 GMT -5
He’d started out following one of them, but now Rokuro Ketsueki halted his advance and concealed himself a fair distance away. Under the cover of a tree, inside a bush, up high, down low, underground; he could be hiding himself anywhere. Roku kept his breathing quiet and suppressed his chakra, stealth wasn’t exactly his preference but he was naturally skilled in it. The Kiri no Banjin diagnosed his situation carefully. So his name is Amon Oni, I’ll have to add him to my B.I.N.G.O book later….and he’s with Orochimaru. This task of stalking Amon is a failure now, I’ll have to retreat and come back with back up.[/I] He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he wanted to make sure Kirigakure was ready for it.
If I move now, they’ll most likely notice me. I’ll have to wait until one of them makes a move. He was closer to Amon then Orochimaru. His brown eyes watched them carefully, took in every movement they made no matter how slight it may be. His ears picked up on every sound and murmur, no matter how silent. He was open to the possibility that they were aware of him and was prepared to spring out of his crouching position in an instant. His fists were balled tight around something, but just what the two items were exactly was a mystery at the moment.
To think, just yesterday I was playing construction worker with Touku-kun, and now I’m here in a most dangerous situation. His hair was tied tight in a ponytail in stayed stationary no matter how hard the wind blew against it. His clothes never rustled in the breeze, and he refused to blink for fear of missing a sudden movement. His face was serious and his eyes were focused. All he needed now was a chance; he had questions for Amon, and Orochimaru had to be brought down one way or another. He knew he needed backup, but at the same time, his warrior spirit was strong. If Roku saw the opportunity to make a move, he’d take it.[/size]
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Post by Oni Divinity on Mar 29, 2008 18:47:44 GMT -5
Amon looked into the man's eyes. The missing nin could never really judge people by their appearance, which was his greates flaw. But still, he could sense the aura of evil, or pure, raw ambition this man had. The will to achieve great heights and crush all in his way. The Oni had killed many dangerous men, fought shinobi whose power bordered on insanity...and killed them all. Yet, he was transfixed by these eyes.
[glow=blue,6,300]”….Lets begin.”
[/glow] the shinobi said and Amon found himself sleepy, almost paralyzed. Slowly, he fell to the genjutsu of the snake eyed shinobi.
The pain was unbearable. Amon slowly fell into darkness. unable to see or hear anything. Suddenly, the pit of darkness turned blood red, as if the blood of a million people was spilled inside it. Still, his vision was blurry and the only thing he could see was the unknown shinobi coming at him, a sword coming out of his mouth. He savaged his paralysed body, tearing out his chest and throat. Amon tired to scream in pain, but he could not. Instead, only a terrible laugher came out. A laughter so unlike his own.
The Berseker Demon soon surfaced. Amon's body started chaning, becoming larger and larger, his muscles ripped and replaced by stronger ones, muscles of infernal steel. His skin turned blood red and his fingers became huge talons. Two large black horns sprouted out of his skull and a pair of enormous bat-like wings came out of his back. The things that had been Amon laughed, feeling no pain. It felt nothing but hate.
Amon broke out of the genjutsu by using his kekkei genkai. He used his Hatred Evocation to corrupt his body and bring out the Berseker Demon, therefore slightly damaging his muscles. He smiled at the shinobi, a wicked smile, the smile of a demon given the shape of a man.
[glow=red,6,300]"My turn"[/glow] he said as he extented his hand and opened his palm: "Hatred Projectile" Two bolts of black-hot chakra were launched at the nin.
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Orochimaru
Sannin
Konohagakure Otogakure[M:0][M:0]
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Post by Orochimaru on Mar 29, 2008 19:20:36 GMT -5
The sannin didn’t move or budge in the least bit, although his reaction time was good enough to be long gone by the time the jutsu reached his position. His arms were still crossed and his stature was casually, he was still smirking as he watched the dark chakra tear into his upon forcible contact. His body was unstable, and contact with more corrupted chakra pushed it over the edge. His flesh started to sizzle and thin cloud of smoke rose from his wounds. His muscles tore violently and his blood spewed out in a violet color instead of red. As his body literally burned away in a acidic manner instead of a flaming manner, a second figure slithered out of Orochimaru’s mouth and rapidly closed in on Oni. It circled him at a unnatural speed, Orochimaru taunted him as he circled his prey. His shed skin, along with the serpent wrapped around it, was reduced to dust and black liquids.
”Your eyes aren't human. What kind of demon are you?”
Orochimaru questioned as he continued to slither around the demon’s frame. He widened his circle and trekked through the trees now, slithering up and down trunks and through branch clusters in a fraction of a second as if it were nothing. Simply directing a attack in one direction wouldn’t be enough, movements such as there would require advanced eyesight to follow. The snake sannin extended his arm towards Oni.
”Senei Ta Jashu!”
A volley of snakes baring fangs erupted from his sleeve and flew through the air for Oni. Since he was still circling him rapidly, they would have a constricting effect if they made contact. Fangs elongated inside his mouth and a thick, yellow liquid dripped from their hollowed tips. This saliva was what created the cursed seal once injected into a mans bloodstream.
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Post by Oni Divinity on Mar 30, 2008 6:56:54 GMT -5
The Berseker Demon was still in the first level, the weakest version of the kekkei genkai. Amon pushed him back easily using his will, his body transforming back to it's original state. The Demon inside shouted in rage, storming the barriers in the Oni's soul that separated sanity from madness, trying to break them down. Amon's very core thundered with fear that the demon might succeed. The transformation finally complete, the missing nin saw that the unknown shinobi was circling around him, shedding his skin like a snake. What manner of creature are you? he wondered, looking at the ninja as he kept circling around him. It seemed that he had the ability to regenarate or to recreate his body, like a phoenix that was reborn from his ashes. It seems that I have to scatter these ashes to the winds
[glow=blue,6,300]”Your eyes aren't human. What kind of demon are you?”[/glow] The ghost of a smile appeared on the Oni's face. [glow=red,6,300]"The kind that kills you and then paints the walls with your blood"[/glow] he answered, just before the ninja launched large number of snakes from his hand. Amon's lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to jump away in time, meanwhile unsheathing the crused blade that was hidden under his cloak.
Amon swung the blade in a horizontal arc, slashing at the snakes and decapitating them. However, one managed to avoid him and sink it's teeth to his arm. Cursing loudly, the Oni took the snake out of his arm, tearing out pieces of his flesh. He held it in his hand, squeezing it to death. He let the shinobi watch as his hatred evocation healed the wound, leaving only a black mark of decay upon the wound. [glow=red,6,300]"An already corrupted body cannot be corrrupted further"[/glow] he said to the nin before launching another jutsu.
The Oni started forming signs rapidly. [glow=red,8,300]"Katon! Karyu Endan"[/glow] he exclaimed as he launched a large ray of fire at the shinobi, empowering it with his kekkei genkai. Let's see if he will notice the trap underneath
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Roku-kun
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Post by Roku-kun on Mar 30, 2008 10:32:26 GMT -5
A battle between demons…how fortunate for me.[/I] Roku held tight to his tools, his items hidden inside his fists, and kept his eyes on the melee. His left foot slid and inch to the side, then his right followed. He didn’t make the slightest noise as he started to slide across the ground, he didn’t give any kind of indication as to which way he was moving. He couldn’t hold his breath any longer and exhaled slowly, quietly, through his nostrils. The entire time he had been out here, he hadn’t opened his mouth at all.
Dawning his black underclothes, long sleeve shirt included, and a light blue flak jacket, he could blend in to the foliage rather well. Another scoot to the side and his positioning was perfect. Now he just needed to get a little bit higher. Chakra focused at the soles of his shoes, and Rokuro began to creep up the side of tree trunk, only to stop himself half way. I’ve moved enough just now, I have to space my actions out.[/I] He could still what was going on from this spot.
On the inside, Roku was starting to get somewhat antsy while watching the exchange of jutsu in progress. His fingers longed to wrap themselves around the hilt of his sword. He liked to think of himself as mature, but at the same time, he still had childish habits. It was just his luck that the childish side was one with his warrior side.[/size]
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Orochimaru
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Konohagakure Otogakure[M:0][M:0]
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Post by Orochimaru on Mar 30, 2008 10:52:58 GMT -5
Running his tongue over the entire left side of his face, Orochimaru replied in a most sarcastic tone of voice.
”Paint away then…If you can.”
A wicked grin swept over his face and the sannin quickly fell, or rather phased, into the ground to evade the jet of fire tearing towards him. A silent period came, Orochimaru took his time getting into place to attack. He wanted to keep his ‘audience’ on edge for the time being. Are eight or so seconds had passed, the ground behind Amon started to swirl. The dirt rose into the air in a heap and started to churn in place, it quickly formed the upper half of Orochimaru’s body. Thrusting his head forward, the blade of the Kusanagi Long Sword extended from his throat and went to impale Oni through the center of the spine.
At the same time, while his was still moving to skewer, Orochimaru extended both arms out to the side and opened his palms. A large, brown python grew out of both sleeves and moved to constrict Oni around the ankles and shoulders while the sword was still mobile.
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Post by Oni Divinity on Mar 30, 2008 11:07:11 GMT -5
Amon smiled as he saw the nin evade the jutsu, rather than deflect it. The trap is set he thought and jumped away, preparing to launch himself into the first kenjutsu dance of his clan. He saw the shinobi charge to him, a sword coming out of his mouth and snakes out of his arms. This time, Amon was ready. Molding his lightning with his hatred chakra, he created four blue-black whip-like tenstacles of electricty that came out of his chest. The moved with almost blinding speed and slashed at the heads of the snakes, decapitating them once more. The whips dissapeared afterwards. Amon met the shinobi head on, holding his blade high to defend himself from the enemy's sword. The nly thing he wanted to do was keep him immobile for a small amount of time. Smiling, he let the Karyu Endan finally appear. The hatred chakra he had used to empower the Katon jutsu he had just used, kept it working. However, it required quite the amount of his chakra to be maintained and to achieve it's true form. With a smirk, Amon watched as a dragon made of red flames rose up from the ground, where the shinobi had phased before. Snarling like a demon, the dragon opened it's mouth, launching a dozen, deadly spikes of fire. The Oni ran at the shinobi at the same time, his blade held high and howling like one of the d**ned. He was caught between the hammer and the anvil. OOC: If you have any questions about how Amon created the dragon, check the Oni clan. It's in the clan template, in the approved section.  |
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Roku-kun
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Post by Roku-kun on Mar 30, 2008 11:33:38 GMT -5
D@mnit! [/I] His positioning was a burden now, he had to move quickly. Before, he was at Amon’s side, but now he was behind Orochimaru who had traveled underground to come up behind Amon. If Orochimaru dodged or some of the spikes weren’t true to their mark, he would be in the line of fire. Roku quickly brought one of his fists up to his mouth and popped something under his tongue, that was one of his mystery items down. His second hand pitched an exploding pouch forward, causing a miniature explosion between he and the snake sannin.
In a blur of motion, the young Mist jounin leapt off of the tree trunk and moved to the sky. His hands were rapidly running through a chain of hand seals and his eyes were dead set on their target. Brown pupils staring at the back of an unsuspecting Sannin.
”Suiton: Mizuame Nabara no Jutsu !”
Roku opened his mouth and spat out a sticky, golden substance towards the Sannin. He was obviously working with Amon, for however brief the time may be, to immobilize a dangerous foe. With both of them keeping his half body in place, those fire spikes were sure to hit their mark. No questions asked.[/size]
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Post by Orochimaru on Mar 30, 2008 11:48:20 GMT -5
”Hmph….”
The Kusanagi Long Sword returned to Orochimaru’s chest cavity while he turned his face towards the sky, the suns rays beating down directly into his golden eyes and prompting him to close them. His body went limp and began to sway from side to side, once again he slithered of his skin and moved to safety while the combined attacks hit a decoy. Having also gone airborne, Orochimaru was rather close to the Mist Ninja. This time, it was his tongue that extended, more like a frog’s would then a snakes, and wrapped itself around Roku’s ankle. With a twist of his neck, Orochimaru sent the young jounin soaring through the air.
The entire time that Orochimaru was dealing with Roku, his eyes were looking back at Oni. Once the other brat was out of the way, Orochimaru brought one of his hands up to his mouth and blew a gust of wind toward Amon. He landed in one of the high tree tops afterwards. His grin was still on his face, he was plotting something.
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Post by Oni Divinity on Mar 30, 2008 12:04:43 GMT -5
Amon was taken by surprise by the arrival of the new ninja. But his quick reflexes allowed him to use his kekkei genkai in time to power up his muscles, allowing him to jump at an incredible height. Snarling in hate, he was about to lauch a blast of hatred at the newcomer, capable of blowing him to bloody bits, but restrained himself. The other shinobi seemed to be more powerful and a larger problem. Amon landed on the ground, several feet away from the Suiton Technique's range.
The Oni prepared to use the Fuuton, Daitoppa No-Jutsu, but the enemy shinobi casted it first. Surprised but unintimidated, the missing nin bit the thumbs of both his arms and placed them on the ground. [glow=red,6,300]"Sanjou Rashomon!"[/glow] he excalimed, as three powerful metallic gates rose from the ground to protect him.
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