Between this and IBC, this is the longest chapter so far, I believe; went about 2000 characters over the limit. O_O Lots of stuff happening. Couldn't think of a clever chapter name, though. :|
He was the ultimate swordsman. The predator of the ocean. The monster of the Hidden Mist. A name feared by beings of sanity. A man honored by only the cruelest and most gruesome of individuals.
After having been isolated from society for over a year now, he walked along a path leading to an entrance of Kirigakure that would take him under the village and into a passageway leading straight to the Mizukage’s home. For more than a year, a year that may as well have been a decade, he had been stranded on that dreaded, forsaken island, hiding and trying to escape. And now, here he was, a bloodthirsty grin plastered on his face as he stepped down into the passageway. With no true allies left, no accomplices to speak of other than those found in the vast ocean, he knew that there was only one place to start rebuilding that name that many had only heard in legends for quite a while now.
All of Kirigakure would be the first to know he was back, they would all fall and bow and grovel for mercy—and whatever else they would need in the face of such a man—at the ankles of the Monster of the Hidden Mist.
All of the Water Country would beg for mercy at the ankles of Kisame Hoshigaki.
~
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Riku moved determinedly through the Village Hidden in Mist, silently cutting down any ninja that spotted him. There was a massive amount of guards here this day, and the reason for the enormous amount was the same reason why Tenzu and Riku had come. There was apparently to be a meeting between the Mizukage and the Water Daimyo. He was to, simply put, capture both of them. He somehow doubted that there would be anything “simple” about this mission, though.
Kirigakure was relatively small and quiet, the only people who were out and about the city were the guards, apparently personal guards of the Daimyo. The buildings were pretty compacted together, and so the roads were fairly small, but the houses and shops were also rather minute in height. The buildings ended at a spot that was slopped upwards, leaning on a mountain. The only path up the mountain would require a sort of U-turn, going outwards near the edge of the village and then going back inwards up to the mountain where the Mizukage’s home rested, leaning on the taller mountains above that one as the smaller homes did.
Within a few moments, Riku was coming up to that very mountain path. The guards were lined up on either side of the path—he’d have to go through them to get to the Mizukage’s home.
Withdrawing Soul Eater, Riku immediately went to work.
~
Tenzu went for a quick backhand slash with his blade, it extending out from his left sleeve, aiming near the collarbone of the young, and likely terrified—though he did well to hide it if he was—ninja next to him. A loud metal-against-metal sound produced itself when the blade slammed into Sora’s odd-looking sword. Tenzu casted him a sidelong glance as it did, a menacing one with his mangekyou sharingan activated and due to how close they were—their shoulder’s practically touching.
Raiden was already rushing in at Tenzu’s other side as the two seemed to be struggling to overwhelm each other with sheer force, and Sora, of course, losing that struggle. He came in with an overhead slice with his short blade, one that was easily blocked by a blade identical to the other one that Tenzu held, this one extending from his right sleeve.
With a burst of energy, Tenzu swung both blades fully, his right one shooting upwards and outwards to parry Raiden’s attack and send his blade flipping into the air and then stabbing into the dirt. Meanwhile, Sora’s blade was sent out to the left, though he had a tighter grip than Raiden; able to hold grip on his sword.
Using the very momentum that he had thrown off both of his opponents with, Tenzu leapt into the air. Raiden, though, was quick to give chase; leaping into the air after him as a massive amount of lightning began to build up into his hand.
“Chidori!” he roared as he thrust his hand forward.
But Tenzu had already disappeared in a dark void.
Raiden suddenly jerked forward as the Uchiha’s knee struck his back, followed by a full-force kick that sent Raiden flying diagonally upwards. Tenzu disappeared in another void, and Raiden didn’t get far before he met with a powerful fist to his stomach, followed by an axe-kick that had been preceded by a front flip; Tenzu’s heel slamming down on Raiden’s head and sending him plummeting to the ground, landing right in front of the fire that blocked Kirigakure’s entrance.
Reina was working on getting through, though, having more than a slight feeling that even with their combined efforts, they would have a better chance of getting into the village and receiving help there than defeating Tenzu. She went into a series of handseals and a stream of water erupted from her mouth, shooting through the fire and easily dousing it, she began to run through, but newly made fire erupted from in front of her.
With Tenzu standing right in front of it.
“You’re not trying to skip out on me, are you?” he asked teasingly, “Come on, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet...”
Tenzu brought his right arm out to the side, his palm open both swords now back in his sleeves, though his fingers were slightly bent as if they were cupped around something, and facing the sky. Quickly, he flicked his hand up and something overtook the fire.
Raiden, starting to get up with more than one groan, had at first expected that he would soon use Amaterasu—the deadly black flames—but this was much different, like a complete opposite.
The gate of fire became a color of pure white, and as Raiden looked under the fire, where it touched the ground, he saw that the earth was slowly being eaten away—the earth itself was being destroyed by this fire, and Tenzu wasn’t even trying to do so.
Tenzu laughed and shoot both arms straight out in front of him as the two blades came back into his hands, “You guys better pray that Riku finishes up soon. ‘Cause if he doesn’t, I may forget that I’m not here to kill... not today anyway.”
~
Riku had several enemies near him now, all in front of him though, thankfully. The first one to advance went in rather predictably—stabbing forward at Riku who simply moved slightly to the left as well as forward, and then brought Soul Eater around in a quick and easy movement to sever the man’s outstretched arm, drawing a devastated and pained howl out of him. His other hand lashed out, shooting out a kunai to hit another guard right in between the eyes. The one who was next to him stumbled slightly as his companion fell.
Though slightly was more than enough.
Riku seized the moment of hesitance and advanced toward the man in one quick step and punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him giving the young ninja enough time to spin around and meet the man with the severed arm advancing towards him, with his sword now in his left hand, apparently either persistent and ambidextrous or hopelessly foolish, with a powerful kick to the face that sent him stumbling and then falling off of the mountain.
Riku’s spin was a 360 degreed one, though, as he completed it and was once again facing the same man that he had just punched. Taking Soul Eater in hand, Riku brought his blade down quickly and pulled it back out, though it surely went completely through his unfortunate opponent, puncturing through his heart.
Flicking his blade to the side to rid it of the newly found blood, Riku jumped up and over the falling ninja and up the steps leading to the Mizukage’s mansion. He looked over to the left as he saw a bright fire suddenly come from there, a pure white fire that seemed to be constantly extending and could certainly be seen from anywhere within the village. Riku was more than slightly shocked by this, and doubted that Tenzu would even need his mangekyou.
He shrugged off the thought, though, and moved toward the door; he had business of his own to take care of.
Though while he was fighting, someone else had already beaten him there.
~
The Mizukage and Daimyo were both sitting in opposite corners of the room when it happened, Chojuro standing on the left side of the Mizukage and Ao on her right. Personal guards of the Daimyo stood at each corner of the room. A round table was in between them, and the room was more of a dome if anything.
They had been sitting there, waiting for a certain messenger that was to come to them, when a giant explosion came, erupting from the table. It wasn’t just an explosion; this was water, not fire or smoke or any other material, but water.
The rush of deep blue liquid blasted upwards, and then fell down into the room causing a brief rain-like shower and then leaving a small amount of water on the floor; most of it dropping back into the giant hole that was now in the floor where the large table had been.
“Mizukage, what manner of treachery is this!?” the Daimyo asked as well as accused.
Mei Terumi began to respond, but was quickly cut off when she saw a lone figure standing on what seemed to be a platform of water. Actually, it was just so much water below where the gap was that it rose up to the surface and was enough for one to stand on as if it were a miniature lake. The sight of this figure alone was enough to set alarms off in her head.
He wore no shirt or cloak, and so the easiest way to identify him as an enemy was gone, but his identity could still be easily determined. His skin was as blue as the water that he stood on, and as he stood casting a sidelong look to Mei and smirking gruesomely as he did, she caught a glimpse of two rows of shark-like teeth. He wore normal ninja-attire from the waist down; simple black pants and sandals that seemed to connect to those pants. There was one thing on his bare chest, though, a large, brown band that went around his entire body, and on his back was a holster on that band that held what was said to be one of the most devastating swords in existence. There were three shark fins, made of water, that were circling around where he stood.
The Daimyo seemed to stumble on her words, “K-.... Kisame...” she breathed out.
The shark-man, or whatever name could be used to classify this freak of nature, began to turn to the old, frail woman, but before he could speak, the Mizukage did, drawing his attention back at her, “Why are you here?” she asked, trying hard to keep stability in her voice, knowing without a doubt who this man was and what he could do, as did Ao, and next to her, Chojuro seemed to be the most frightened of all; having had first-hand experience with this psychotic murderer.
His smile widened, and he reached over his back with a single hand, gripping Samehada’s hilt but not yet taking it out, “Just checking in on the village.”
With that, two sharks jumped out of the water, one going straight toward the Mizukage and the other for the Water Daimyo. Chojuro jumped in front of Mei before she even had a chance to react on her own, his large sword in hand, and sliced cleanly through the shark. Meanwhile, the Daimyo, no amateur when it came to water jutsu, despite her vast age, made a single hand seal and the shark almost immediately dispersed.
Kisame was rushing behind the shark that went for the Mizukage before Chojuro had even countered, and he stopped right in front of the young, frightened swordsman, standing no further than a foot in front of him and staring at him impassively, his head tilted slightly to the side as he looked down at the familiar face.
“Chojuro...” he observed, “Long time no see, eh? How ya been?” he asked, as if he were meeting an old friend at a party of some sort.
Terumi, though, jumped up and over Chojuro before he could respond—likely with an attack rather than words—and went for a normal punch to Kisame’s face. Her opponent, though, ducked down swiftly, making her jump over him and land behind him, and then took a long stride as he rose toward Chojuro, grabbing him by his collar as he rose up. The Fifth Mizukage turned and went toward Kisame, but he turned to her while slashing Samehada across, hitting her heavily on her side and sending her flying to one side of the room.
Leaning on the side and more than slightly frustrated at the fact that practically any jutsu in her arsenal would melt down, destroy, burn, or turn everything and everyone in the room to ashes, the Mizukage decided to stay on the side for a moment and watch the fight. Not to mention that her side was now heavily bleeding, part of her shirt torn, from that one hit.
Kisame thrust his arm forward, releasing Chojuro and launching him to one side of the room, making him slam into the side and cough up more than a bit of blood upon the impact.
Ao had been removing the patch over his eye, revealing the Byakugan that he had acquired from a long-dead Hyuuga clan member, and while Chojuro went flying off to the side, he rushed towards his opponent. Before even reaching him, the Byakugan user shot out a blast of wind from his sleeve and moved in a sort of sidestep-flip combination, and while he was still in the air in the middle of his flip, and therefore upside down, he released a torrent of kunai that seemed to materialize out of his torso. The personal guards of the Daimyo, too, threw kunai towards the monstrous adversary, though all attacks proved futile, as Kisame leapt into the air and made several seals.
“Earth Style: Pits of Tartarus!” he yelled, as severl holes, only large enough for maybe three people each to fall in, appeared under each of the ninja who had attacked him.
Ao had just barely escaped; jumping into the air as soon as he heard ‘Earth Style.’ Every one of the personal guards of the Daimyo, though, apparently not nearly as elite as expected, fell into the pits, which promptly closed after they dropped in.
Watching as Ao jumped up, Kisame threw Samehada toward his challenger, sending it spiraling horizontally towards him. Ao’s hand shot out, his palm facing downward, and slammed it onto Samehada, using it to flip himself over and do a sort of handstand on Samehada for but a second and then launch himself into the air. Though he had dodged the worst of that attack, his palm was almost completely covered with blood, much of his skin peeled off just from touching the dangerous blade.
Kisame landed back on the ground as Ao landed on the ceiling of the place, while both Chojuro and the Mizukage were rising back up from the ground. The Daimyo, though, seemed almost petrified, using her hands to do a sort of back-pedal crawl on the ground, moving herself as far from the action as possible.
As Kisame landed, he shook his head, “So many people, and yet Samehada still isn’t even a bit excited. And I can see why; you guys are pitiful! I thought that this would be much more fun. I’m especially disappointed in you, Chojuro. One of the Seven Swordsmen but you’re all shaken up from one good throw! Just disappointing.”
Kisame jumped diagonally upwards, landing on the side of the wall, and pulled his blade out of the wall swiftly, dislodging it and then seeming to teleport back to his original position. There was still one fin circling around the water, actually, while Kisame had been fighting with his blade, it was bigger than before, much bigger.
A giant shark head suddenly came up from the water and launched large water bullets towards Ao, who was still standing on the roof. The shark was at least three times Kisame’s height and five or six times his width. It was still more or less transparent, as it was still only water.
Ao simply dropped down from his position, but the giant shark immediately jumped out of the water to slam into its target. Having no way to form hand seals in such a short time with his almost unusable right hand, and no way to move quickly enough in mid-air in such a short time away from such a large creature, the shark successfully hit its target head on; practically swallowing Ao, and rendering him unconscious, if he wasn’t dead.
Kisame’s eyes then darted over to Chojuro almost immediately, and he was upon his opponent in a second. Kisame jumped up toward the swordsman, slamming Samehada downward onto him as he landed. Chojuro, gripping Hiramekarei, his double-handled sword, with both hands, held his blade overhead as it took the impact from Kisame’s attack, though Chojuro did slide back a few inches from the impact.
Kisame’s onslaught was relentless, though, as he quickly spun around to hit Chojuro with a backhanded blow, also blocked by Hiramekarei, and then spun the opposite way for a successful hit that ripped much of Chojuro’s shirt and scarred his entire side was torn; skin peeling off of it.
While he was attacking Chojuro, though, the Mizukage began to make a hand seal, now no longer caring about how much of the place gets destroyed or melted—Kisame would likely destroy everything at this rate anyway.
When she finished, without saying any words to attempt to catch Kisame off guard, lava suddenly appeared at his feet. It wasn’t an attack though, the lava surrounded his feet and immediately hardened, holding him in place while she made more hand signs.
“That’s quite enough,” the Mizukage declared simply.
She had almost finished her long series of hand seals, apparently about to release a quite powerful jutsu, before a figure had appeared in front of her with the tip of a blade pointed against her neck.
A young boy was in front of her, though quite tall, with shoulder-length, silver hair that had a bluish tint to it. His narrowed, deep blue eyes gave him a stern, serious look. Perhaps most noticeable, though, was his garb. A black cloak with red clouds found at various spots on it.
When he finally spoke, replying to the Mizukage’s former statement, his voice seemed to be somewhere in between a teenager’s and an adult’s, “I agree...”
Assault on Kirigakure - Part 1
He was the ultimate swordsman. The predator of the ocean. The monster of the Hidden Mist. A name feared by beings of sanity. A man honored by only the cruelest and most gruesome of individuals.
After having been isolated from society for over a year now, he walked along a path leading to an entrance of Kirigakure that would take him under the village and into a passageway leading straight to the Mizukage’s home. For more than a year, a year that may as well have been a decade, he had been stranded on that dreaded, forsaken island, hiding and trying to escape. And now, here he was, a bloodthirsty grin plastered on his face as he stepped down into the passageway. With no true allies left, no accomplices to speak of other than those found in the vast ocean, he knew that there was only one place to start rebuilding that name that many had only heard in legends for quite a while now.
All of Kirigakure would be the first to know he was back, they would all fall and bow and grovel for mercy—and whatever else they would need in the face of such a man—at the ankles of the Monster of the Hidden Mist.
All of the Water Country would beg for mercy at the ankles of Kisame Hoshigaki.
~
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Riku moved determinedly through the Village Hidden in Mist, silently cutting down any ninja that spotted him. There was a massive amount of guards here this day, and the reason for the enormous amount was the same reason why Tenzu and Riku had come. There was apparently to be a meeting between the Mizukage and the Water Daimyo. He was to, simply put, capture both of them. He somehow doubted that there would be anything “simple” about this mission, though.
Kirigakure was relatively small and quiet, the only people who were out and about the city were the guards, apparently personal guards of the Daimyo. The buildings were pretty compacted together, and so the roads were fairly small, but the houses and shops were also rather minute in height. The buildings ended at a spot that was slopped upwards, leaning on a mountain. The only path up the mountain would require a sort of U-turn, going outwards near the edge of the village and then going back inwards up to the mountain where the Mizukage’s home rested, leaning on the taller mountains above that one as the smaller homes did.
Within a few moments, Riku was coming up to that very mountain path. The guards were lined up on either side of the path—he’d have to go through them to get to the Mizukage’s home.
Withdrawing Soul Eater, Riku immediately went to work.
~
Tenzu went for a quick backhand slash with his blade, it extending out from his left sleeve, aiming near the collarbone of the young, and likely terrified—though he did well to hide it if he was—ninja next to him. A loud metal-against-metal sound produced itself when the blade slammed into Sora’s odd-looking sword. Tenzu casted him a sidelong glance as it did, a menacing one with his mangekyou sharingan activated and due to how close they were—their shoulder’s practically touching.
Raiden was already rushing in at Tenzu’s other side as the two seemed to be struggling to overwhelm each other with sheer force, and Sora, of course, losing that struggle. He came in with an overhead slice with his short blade, one that was easily blocked by a blade identical to the other one that Tenzu held, this one extending from his right sleeve.
With a burst of energy, Tenzu swung both blades fully, his right one shooting upwards and outwards to parry Raiden’s attack and send his blade flipping into the air and then stabbing into the dirt. Meanwhile, Sora’s blade was sent out to the left, though he had a tighter grip than Raiden; able to hold grip on his sword.
Using the very momentum that he had thrown off both of his opponents with, Tenzu leapt into the air. Raiden, though, was quick to give chase; leaping into the air after him as a massive amount of lightning began to build up into his hand.
“Chidori!” he roared as he thrust his hand forward.
But Tenzu had already disappeared in a dark void.
Raiden suddenly jerked forward as the Uchiha’s knee struck his back, followed by a full-force kick that sent Raiden flying diagonally upwards. Tenzu disappeared in another void, and Raiden didn’t get far before he met with a powerful fist to his stomach, followed by an axe-kick that had been preceded by a front flip; Tenzu’s heel slamming down on Raiden’s head and sending him plummeting to the ground, landing right in front of the fire that blocked Kirigakure’s entrance.
Reina was working on getting through, though, having more than a slight feeling that even with their combined efforts, they would have a better chance of getting into the village and receiving help there than defeating Tenzu. She went into a series of handseals and a stream of water erupted from her mouth, shooting through the fire and easily dousing it, she began to run through, but newly made fire erupted from in front of her.
With Tenzu standing right in front of it.
“You’re not trying to skip out on me, are you?” he asked teasingly, “Come on, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet...”
Tenzu brought his right arm out to the side, his palm open both swords now back in his sleeves, though his fingers were slightly bent as if they were cupped around something, and facing the sky. Quickly, he flicked his hand up and something overtook the fire.
Raiden, starting to get up with more than one groan, had at first expected that he would soon use Amaterasu—the deadly black flames—but this was much different, like a complete opposite.
The gate of fire became a color of pure white, and as Raiden looked under the fire, where it touched the ground, he saw that the earth was slowly being eaten away—the earth itself was being destroyed by this fire, and Tenzu wasn’t even trying to do so.
Tenzu laughed and shoot both arms straight out in front of him as the two blades came back into his hands, “You guys better pray that Riku finishes up soon. ‘Cause if he doesn’t, I may forget that I’m not here to kill... not today anyway.”
~
Riku had several enemies near him now, all in front of him though, thankfully. The first one to advance went in rather predictably—stabbing forward at Riku who simply moved slightly to the left as well as forward, and then brought Soul Eater around in a quick and easy movement to sever the man’s outstretched arm, drawing a devastated and pained howl out of him. His other hand lashed out, shooting out a kunai to hit another guard right in between the eyes. The one who was next to him stumbled slightly as his companion fell.
Though slightly was more than enough.
Riku seized the moment of hesitance and advanced toward the man in one quick step and punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him giving the young ninja enough time to spin around and meet the man with the severed arm advancing towards him, with his sword now in his left hand, apparently either persistent and ambidextrous or hopelessly foolish, with a powerful kick to the face that sent him stumbling and then falling off of the mountain.
Riku’s spin was a 360 degreed one, though, as he completed it and was once again facing the same man that he had just punched. Taking Soul Eater in hand, Riku brought his blade down quickly and pulled it back out, though it surely went completely through his unfortunate opponent, puncturing through his heart.
Flicking his blade to the side to rid it of the newly found blood, Riku jumped up and over the falling ninja and up the steps leading to the Mizukage’s mansion. He looked over to the left as he saw a bright fire suddenly come from there, a pure white fire that seemed to be constantly extending and could certainly be seen from anywhere within the village. Riku was more than slightly shocked by this, and doubted that Tenzu would even need his mangekyou.
He shrugged off the thought, though, and moved toward the door; he had business of his own to take care of.
Though while he was fighting, someone else had already beaten him there.
~
The Mizukage and Daimyo were both sitting in opposite corners of the room when it happened, Chojuro standing on the left side of the Mizukage and Ao on her right. Personal guards of the Daimyo stood at each corner of the room. A round table was in between them, and the room was more of a dome if anything.
They had been sitting there, waiting for a certain messenger that was to come to them, when a giant explosion came, erupting from the table. It wasn’t just an explosion; this was water, not fire or smoke or any other material, but water.
The rush of deep blue liquid blasted upwards, and then fell down into the room causing a brief rain-like shower and then leaving a small amount of water on the floor; most of it dropping back into the giant hole that was now in the floor where the large table had been.
“Mizukage, what manner of treachery is this!?” the Daimyo asked as well as accused.
Mei Terumi began to respond, but was quickly cut off when she saw a lone figure standing on what seemed to be a platform of water. Actually, it was just so much water below where the gap was that it rose up to the surface and was enough for one to stand on as if it were a miniature lake. The sight of this figure alone was enough to set alarms off in her head.
He wore no shirt or cloak, and so the easiest way to identify him as an enemy was gone, but his identity could still be easily determined. His skin was as blue as the water that he stood on, and as he stood casting a sidelong look to Mei and smirking gruesomely as he did, she caught a glimpse of two rows of shark-like teeth. He wore normal ninja-attire from the waist down; simple black pants and sandals that seemed to connect to those pants. There was one thing on his bare chest, though, a large, brown band that went around his entire body, and on his back was a holster on that band that held what was said to be one of the most devastating swords in existence. There were three shark fins, made of water, that were circling around where he stood.
The Daimyo seemed to stumble on her words, “K-.... Kisame...” she breathed out.
The shark-man, or whatever name could be used to classify this freak of nature, began to turn to the old, frail woman, but before he could speak, the Mizukage did, drawing his attention back at her, “Why are you here?” she asked, trying hard to keep stability in her voice, knowing without a doubt who this man was and what he could do, as did Ao, and next to her, Chojuro seemed to be the most frightened of all; having had first-hand experience with this psychotic murderer.
His smile widened, and he reached over his back with a single hand, gripping Samehada’s hilt but not yet taking it out, “Just checking in on the village.”
With that, two sharks jumped out of the water, one going straight toward the Mizukage and the other for the Water Daimyo. Chojuro jumped in front of Mei before she even had a chance to react on her own, his large sword in hand, and sliced cleanly through the shark. Meanwhile, the Daimyo, no amateur when it came to water jutsu, despite her vast age, made a single hand seal and the shark almost immediately dispersed.
Kisame was rushing behind the shark that went for the Mizukage before Chojuro had even countered, and he stopped right in front of the young, frightened swordsman, standing no further than a foot in front of him and staring at him impassively, his head tilted slightly to the side as he looked down at the familiar face.
“Chojuro...” he observed, “Long time no see, eh? How ya been?” he asked, as if he were meeting an old friend at a party of some sort.
Terumi, though, jumped up and over Chojuro before he could respond—likely with an attack rather than words—and went for a normal punch to Kisame’s face. Her opponent, though, ducked down swiftly, making her jump over him and land behind him, and then took a long stride as he rose toward Chojuro, grabbing him by his collar as he rose up. The Fifth Mizukage turned and went toward Kisame, but he turned to her while slashing Samehada across, hitting her heavily on her side and sending her flying to one side of the room.
Leaning on the side and more than slightly frustrated at the fact that practically any jutsu in her arsenal would melt down, destroy, burn, or turn everything and everyone in the room to ashes, the Mizukage decided to stay on the side for a moment and watch the fight. Not to mention that her side was now heavily bleeding, part of her shirt torn, from that one hit.
Kisame thrust his arm forward, releasing Chojuro and launching him to one side of the room, making him slam into the side and cough up more than a bit of blood upon the impact.
Ao had been removing the patch over his eye, revealing the Byakugan that he had acquired from a long-dead Hyuuga clan member, and while Chojuro went flying off to the side, he rushed towards his opponent. Before even reaching him, the Byakugan user shot out a blast of wind from his sleeve and moved in a sort of sidestep-flip combination, and while he was still in the air in the middle of his flip, and therefore upside down, he released a torrent of kunai that seemed to materialize out of his torso. The personal guards of the Daimyo, too, threw kunai towards the monstrous adversary, though all attacks proved futile, as Kisame leapt into the air and made several seals.
“Earth Style: Pits of Tartarus!” he yelled, as severl holes, only large enough for maybe three people each to fall in, appeared under each of the ninja who had attacked him.
Ao had just barely escaped; jumping into the air as soon as he heard ‘Earth Style.’ Every one of the personal guards of the Daimyo, though, apparently not nearly as elite as expected, fell into the pits, which promptly closed after they dropped in.
Watching as Ao jumped up, Kisame threw Samehada toward his challenger, sending it spiraling horizontally towards him. Ao’s hand shot out, his palm facing downward, and slammed it onto Samehada, using it to flip himself over and do a sort of handstand on Samehada for but a second and then launch himself into the air. Though he had dodged the worst of that attack, his palm was almost completely covered with blood, much of his skin peeled off just from touching the dangerous blade.
Kisame landed back on the ground as Ao landed on the ceiling of the place, while both Chojuro and the Mizukage were rising back up from the ground. The Daimyo, though, seemed almost petrified, using her hands to do a sort of back-pedal crawl on the ground, moving herself as far from the action as possible.
As Kisame landed, he shook his head, “So many people, and yet Samehada still isn’t even a bit excited. And I can see why; you guys are pitiful! I thought that this would be much more fun. I’m especially disappointed in you, Chojuro. One of the Seven Swordsmen but you’re all shaken up from one good throw! Just disappointing.”
Kisame jumped diagonally upwards, landing on the side of the wall, and pulled his blade out of the wall swiftly, dislodging it and then seeming to teleport back to his original position. There was still one fin circling around the water, actually, while Kisame had been fighting with his blade, it was bigger than before, much bigger.
A giant shark head suddenly came up from the water and launched large water bullets towards Ao, who was still standing on the roof. The shark was at least three times Kisame’s height and five or six times his width. It was still more or less transparent, as it was still only water.
Ao simply dropped down from his position, but the giant shark immediately jumped out of the water to slam into its target. Having no way to form hand seals in such a short time with his almost unusable right hand, and no way to move quickly enough in mid-air in such a short time away from such a large creature, the shark successfully hit its target head on; practically swallowing Ao, and rendering him unconscious, if he wasn’t dead.
Kisame’s eyes then darted over to Chojuro almost immediately, and he was upon his opponent in a second. Kisame jumped up toward the swordsman, slamming Samehada downward onto him as he landed. Chojuro, gripping Hiramekarei, his double-handled sword, with both hands, held his blade overhead as it took the impact from Kisame’s attack, though Chojuro did slide back a few inches from the impact.
Kisame’s onslaught was relentless, though, as he quickly spun around to hit Chojuro with a backhanded blow, also blocked by Hiramekarei, and then spun the opposite way for a successful hit that ripped much of Chojuro’s shirt and scarred his entire side was torn; skin peeling off of it.
While he was attacking Chojuro, though, the Mizukage began to make a hand seal, now no longer caring about how much of the place gets destroyed or melted—Kisame would likely destroy everything at this rate anyway.
When she finished, without saying any words to attempt to catch Kisame off guard, lava suddenly appeared at his feet. It wasn’t an attack though, the lava surrounded his feet and immediately hardened, holding him in place while she made more hand signs.
“That’s quite enough,” the Mizukage declared simply.
She had almost finished her long series of hand seals, apparently about to release a quite powerful jutsu, before a figure had appeared in front of her with the tip of a blade pointed against her neck.
A young boy was in front of her, though quite tall, with shoulder-length, silver hair that had a bluish tint to it. His narrowed, deep blue eyes gave him a stern, serious look. Perhaps most noticeable, though, was his garb. A black cloak with red clouds found at various spots on it.
When he finally spoke, replying to the Mizukage’s former statement, his voice seemed to be somewhere in between a teenager’s and an adult’s, “I agree...”
