[Closed Spar]

[Six Paths]

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[♕] Kirikoe vs Six Pāths [♕]

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♕ Unofficial Spar ♕

♕ Range - Middle ♕

♕ Terrain - Dense Forest ♕

♕ Customs - Allowed ♕

♕ Bio - Imma choose my Basic,

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bio, which I need to update I know!!!♕​

Alright considering we are gonna do some story based RP, I think the best occasion to it, will be the War situation, My bio is still pissed at you, but I don't like to go all fully out and fight one another, so as we discussed before, let us RP a little in the middle then Go all Hulk!!! Good luck.
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[Kirikoe]

Using Kirikoe bio.. Bio in major need of updates i will be fighting with Wind as my first specialty meaning 1 handseal

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Kirikoe's feet drag through the dense forest following his master who was a little further ahead, it had been a while since the war between Kiri and Oto and the two of them were now on there way to Sunagakure for yet another war as they traveled from Ancrath, Kirikoe displaying a strong resolve to defend the village he was born in and had grown attached to, however now stood a familiar man behind him, glaring down his neck, Kirikoe could feel the vicious killing intent emitting from the man behind him, Kirikoe did nothing but turn his head back slightly and glare back.

"I can't say im surprised to see you again" Kirikoe gave a slight smile as he continued to speak "Hows your scalp", Kirikoe's words were clearly aimed to agitate his opponent, His sharp blue eyes scanned the field around him quickly being the observant and cautious type that Kirikoe was before quickly returning his sharp gaze to his opponent and observing him as well.

 

[Six Paths]

Alright, Imma need to step it up a notch then

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Strolling through the thick forest, the steps were in a way or another causing a huge echo, not perceptible by any other person then by the ones who actually take their time and listen to whatever the world has to offer. With his vision low, looking slightly before him, each step followed with a little shake in his vision. The destination was unknown but yet again, he knew he had to go this way. Something might be calling out. As the light was barely able to penetrate the tree crowns, while the wind, was soothing them creating the rustling which brought back the memories. The war of Ottogakure ended not to recently...And the village no matter what ambitions or dreams was bound to eventually be finished. No matter what you try...if you lack strength nothing can be done in this world...

As the steps were continuing a small blurry vision appeared, seems like this image was of a person, it should have been visible a long time ago, but only now, did his vision focus on the person before him. Only his back was visible, but that was enough to make him recall what happened before. This image, was burned on his retina. They say the time close to death is a time you remember everything clear. And no matter how much you try to forget, this image he was seeing was similar, to when a giant toads mouth was closing getting him inside it...It was the person way back..Still with his hood over his head, the Uzumaki's eyes, were glowing a subtle red deep within the crystal blue...The person turns, and murmurs something, which to his ears were at the same time, quite whispers and even loud screams... After his reply, he couldn't help, but smirk a little, under the hood his emotions were hidden, the only think leaking through was the desire...to crush his skull...

Oh the scalp....It is better...Thanks for asking. How did you though...Know who I am? What told me? Was it yours feelings? Was it your immense observe powers...or maybe it was something else entirely...Saying the last word, the Uzumaki simply put his cloak down, his face was all visible now. It was calm,natural only the right side of his lip was higher indicating a little smile under the facade of being calm and collected.

May I ask you? How did you feel right after the battle....and....at this moment, his smile vanishes, in place of it, comes a narrowing of the eyes, a slight head movements and a deeper and more serious tone, indicating he had no time to lose but simply wants an answer...Why did you let me survive? This question was important for him. His awakening was different, simply waking up, wounded at the village entrance, finding nothing but a ruined dream. What was more important to him though, was why they left him live...