Kagaya’s form seemed unmoving and to those so set on an onslaught of his physique their attacks felt certain. The mist prided itself on assassination and all the techniques that came with such dark dealings, however the intensity such a titan of the shadows bestowed upon the battlefield never felt threatened. His presence posing as nothing more than an indomitable bulwark for the very machinations he served. Even as these young men cut down the very thing they thought to be nothing more than a feeble threat to the village yet something was amiss. Their resolve in the eyes of Kagaya was admirable and so when they came with their own strategic hopes and dreams Kagaya did more than crush them beneath his might. The revenants that had just as equally been slain and confined were nothing more than fodder, a means to an end for a warlord of such stature. His ship reduced to ruins and his forces doing nothing more than accomplishing their goal in both
life and
death. What laid ahead was the culmination of war and all of its grotesque aftermath. Yumaru and Higetsu, hoping to catch Kagaya in a trap like no other, could only find his other worldly gaze upon them without falter. It came across as though Kagaya had eyes in the back of his head as everything came to fruition. The pale skinned young man and profound wielder of nuibari confident in his skill the slaughter he left in his wake before his arrival a testament to his skill and his partner Higetsu an adept wielder of the water style as well as hiramekarei a welcomed sight for the warlord of the shadows. Among this remained a third and soon to be a fourth with hopes of bringing his own display of skill to the battlefield and much like those hoping to bring a newfound obstacle to the battle at hand everything had come to a boiling crescendo.
That mocking breath from moments ago a rolling bell to the overwhelming might of a warrior. If any onlooker was -aging close attention his chest did not bellow, his lungs did not swell and nothing truly escaped his maw. As the pair of mist swordsmen descended upon him they could find that something was Awry. Yumaru had slain those revenants in hopes of thwarting their numbers and releasing his weapon of their added nuance, the blood that came from battle was the hallmark of warrior and with that this feeble shinobi in Kagaya’s eyes would find that it rang true. Even Higetsu, so content in his usage of water release, could find something amiss as his clone and weapon hoped to ring true. The air was leaden with something more than just the air of battle. Yumaru could find that despite his mastery of Nuibari it did not ring true in its devotion to its strike aimed for Kagaya’s spinal cord more aptly planned a ploy to render him motionless he could find that those revenants they had slain was now a haunting badge of honor. His earlier hope of shaking the blade of any foreign substance proved foolhardy as if there was one fetter that these young men could never escape; it was chakra. Yumaru had slain the revenants with ease however with each body that fell in his wake his very being as tainted had he taken a closer examination of their very make up it would present itself as an infection like no other. They had been nothing more than a vessel to spread the lengths of Kagaya’s grasp so with each body that fell they merely paved the way for something far more malevolent. Kagaya’s form seemed to twist with a roar, ax in hand as the team of shinobi descended upon him with a finesse worthy of praise.
What they could find in their wake was nothing more than a torrent of wind and chakra alike. Higetsu could find his lengthened chakra blade being met with an otherworldly force. For the young Higetsu he could find that the chakra that radiated from the from the first half of the blade seemed to be crushed in Kagaya’s grasp the chakra that came from the blade seemingly snuffed out by the gauntlets that resided on his hands their thick form seemingly breaking down the very fabric of the raw chakra. It's very make up on a basic level divided and seemingly lost to the ether of the universe. This was Kagaya’s way of asserting his dominance over the battlefield. There was far more than just the simple tactics of manifesting chakra to perform a jutsu or even manifesting it to conceive such basic attacks. He had broken it down to its equal halves both Yin and Yang, something only seen by shinobi long since deceased, just like these young men were about to become in time. This was jutsu cancellation breaking up the very thing that made a jutsu possible; the perfect balance of the aforementioned a simple influx of or the other was enough to provide catastrophic results. The twist of Kagaya’’s form resulted in his left hand being the one to make contact with Higetsu blade catching it with utmost ease. The chakra that coated the blade no more. It was an impressive feat even among the realm of the waking shinobi but Kagaya and the revenants manifested from his battles long since passed were ancient. His knowledge of battle seemingly boundless and his very presence was a testament to that having become such a bulwark of a man. When Higetsu blade made contact with Kagaya’s gauntlet it would’ve been like tolling the church bell at the zenith of the final hour. As for the clone that found itself attempting to flank he could find the violent twist that resulted in Kagaya catching the progenitor's blade was also the result of his ax being brought around with unhinged force. The epic arrival of a being’s titanic might as when his ax came around it would clash with the flow of chakra just the same as Kagaya’s gauntlet had done with the original, a culmination of a warrior's knowledge to combat, everything was flowing in perfect synchronicity like a river carving its path through the landscape. What would likely come as a shock to Higetsu and the young mist shinobi alike was the fact that not only was his form hulking nature it was far from simply brutish. It moved with an unheard of grace given his stature. The twist that culminated in this entire interaction was one that brought Kagaya within arms reach of Higetsu to begin with, moreover his use of higetsu’s blade was what resulted in such a reaction. Kagaya had put himself nearly face to face with the enemy with every intention of facing them head to head. Higetsu and Yumaru were going to be no exception so as it stood they were at the mercy of this and the invader of their homeland.
The clone that found itself meeting with the initial impact of Kagaya’s blade could find the chakra that coated it much like first being crushed under the wake of the ax's impact. The clones half of the blade being thrown awry finding itself falling short of home and with that the humble sound of what sounded like glass being shattered. Chakra was palpable and this instance was no different for Higetsu and his clone; so like a father scolding his child Kagaya’s onslaught continued with utmost haste. Higetsu clone could find the trajectory of his blade being thrown asunder even if he were to back it with the might of enhanced strength it would be snuffed with little resistance at all not because Higetsu himself was weak in his mastery of water or even ninjutsu for that matter but something else was afoot meaning in time it would likely all become clear. Beholden to the brunt of his might however was Yumaru the one who initiated it all, the one who had been the reason to bring them to their knees in this baptism by battle; Kagaya’s ax swung around after deflecting the blade of Higetsu clone and as if right on que Yumaro could find himself in the air descending upon what was now no long Kagaya’s back but instead his now absent flank.
The toll of death's bell was nothing to scoff at whether one was currently walking the earth as a living breathing human. Breathing, something these humans held so dear and yet they threw themselves to the wolves all the same as they stood before the might of such a warrior bathed in the eminence of the night. The very thing those of the shade called their home their land was bathed in darkness and the moon now high in the sky only furthered Kagaya’s strength beyond rapport but the thing that made him such a force to reckon with was his
berserker like nature a hallmark to something this realm likely thought lost and with his overwhelming intensity Yumaro was going to face it as he closed in on his mark. He could find as he was at the apex of his leap the clan of Kagaya’s ax knocking Higetsu’s halved blade asunder was already in the atmosphere and with that came the climax of this interaction. Yumaru could find his own flank being struck with the impact of Kagaya’s ax. Its form titanic and its unyielding as it aimed to carve clean through his physique with one fell swoop. This was a battle of weight, momentum, and the weakness of flesh itself as it all culminated in a battle beholden to even the dead. However one thing Yumaru could more importantly take note of was the fact that despite him shaking his weapon free of the revenant's residual physical essence he had become beholden to the chakra of Kagaya the leader of these shambling dead warriors. He had baptized the young mist shinobi in that of his own chakra as a result of his own previous interaction. The mist was known for its inherent need to shed blood even in times of peace and this was no different. Those of the shadowed realm had come to bring an end to peace and claim this world for themselves. Yumaru could find himself being pulled into Kagaya’s ax like a magnet pulled metal shavings from the floor of a blacksmith’s workshop. This was a byproduct of Kagaya’s revenant’s being slain and as such they had given their master just the opening he had hoped for a foe so eager to spill blood and lay waste to an enemy they thought beneath them.
To those who couldn’t leave their bloodlust behind… Those who inherited the hatred for the enemies of their nation that stood before them… These young shinobi would all bear witness to… the beast that came to conquer it all in the name of the shadows; Kagaya.
The manifestation of shadows and the night itself that found itself coming to life would be snuffed out all the same as the hopes and dreams of the young shinobi currently locked in a physical confrontation with Kagaya. The blood and water this young man sent to contend with the bulwark of a man was going to be his downfall as if one was capable of seeing such a machination in its grand scheme the blood had been stripped of the very thing that made it the foundation of human essence, iron. Stripped of its vibrant red color now left to be nothing but the darkness that the shadow realm and all of its warriors called home. Gabimaru could find the beast he called to help deal with Kagaya was going to be met with the same unrelenting force that the trio had been met with some distance away. The creature would unfortunately be left in waiting its opening for attack, never found as Kagaya’s might carved up the battlefield in glorious combat. Had the young Yamishi been paying attention he could find that the bloody chi gun he fired had been stripped of its metallic essence the very thing that made it that vibrant red and now as being used against him. Gabimaru and all that stood on the battlefield could find the iron provided by the destruction of Kagaya’s vessel as well as the iron from the blood in question was now being used as a weapon. The perfect application of millenia of combat knowledge and prowess as a warrior alike. Gabimaru could find pieces of Kagaya’s ship being slung the distance with a velocity akin to cannon fire. The beast of shadow could find just as equally find itself struck with the iron from its own creator's blood as well as the metal from Kagaya’s ship cleaving the beast clean in half should its form not be amorphous. Like an arrow piercing the night Gabimaru could find the thing he thought was a wise attack on an invader now the downfall of his very being should he be incapable of escaping his own incoming onslaught. The seeds of Kagaya’s might were planted from the moment he arrived but this was going to be the stepping stone they all dreaded the arrival of a monster of a man and the beast that shinobi hoped to never face in their lifetime. The essence of his chakra was now spread far and wide even as these shinobi hoped to thwart his invasion of the land. Amidst it all Kagaya let out a beastly roar, his vocalization that the battle had come to an welcomed climax. However the mist that coated the battlefield seemed to be pushed aside the very thing they thought their aid now parting like the seas in the wake of a ship as a result. Had Gabimaru not been hasty in his response he could find himself under the pressure of this onslaught the first of these metal fragments aimed to strike directly at his midsection. The others peppering his routes of immediate escape several pieces aimed to strike above as so below in hopes of entrapping the young man. This of course far less accurate than a direct attack from the man they all hoped to cut down and yet they seemed to be on target for their intended purpose.
MEANWHILE
Those that found themselves making the trek to the battlefield could find themselves met with the same warring revenants that those currently on the battlefield did. The young shinobi known as Mellow Tomogui could find himself faced with what is easily numbered in the hundreds of these revenants. He would find that in the wake of him carving his path to the battlefield that even as he made such leaps and bounds that the dead carried onward in search of their next meal. The marshlands only served to slow their progress but yet they seemed to endure their tumultuous trek deeper within the land. Even those who still fought within the confines of the thick mist itself found themselves fighting a losing battle. Higetsu’s water prisons were only a fraction of the forces at this point. Their efforts were slowly proving futile in regards to the defense of their homeland. These creatures didn’t need to breathe so their liquid prisons only deterred them but with the sheer amount of numbers they had it was like a drop in the bucket by comparison. The shinobi that fell from the encounter with the revenants were now on their feet and shambling forward now mere paces from the finish line the village of Kirigakure itself. The sound of the raving dead grew louder as they knocked on the very walls of the village itself. It was a numbers game as any sound minded tactician knew. While numbers didn’t solve all of a general’s problems, enough of any activity was enough to bring a steadfast nation to its knees.
Mellow’s arrival would be a welcomed one regardless of whether or not this young man proved to be nothing but kindling to the fire of battle. It was honorable in the eyes of a warrior to die at the hand of the enemy even if the effort was futile. Kagaya was no exception to such a notion so even if he fell in battle on the shores of the mist district he would not return to the shadows with an ounce of remorse within his corpse. The civilians within the borders of Kirigakure’s village walls could be found cowering in their homes as the assault of their village truly began. Kagaya’s forces didn’t stop regardless of their leader's conflict on the shore. The revenants would soon begin to pour into the village, clambering over the walls of the village with only a few moments of forethought. Their deaths were already certain but alas they had a goal to accomplish; bring the nation of the mist to its knees…
BACK ON THE BATTLEFIELD
The roar that escaped Kagaya’s maw in those moment’s was earth shattering both literally and metaphorically as this battle brought him a level of joy unprecedented by the battles from long ago. The shinobi of the mist were planning to give it their all and he could respect that about those of the former bloodied mist now turned just the mist. The tarnished reputation of their ancestors now on display as they came to conflict with Kagaya himself. Despite the absence of the very thing that made each and every individual passionate and capable of love alike Kagaya seemed to be in animalistic euphoria and the air leaden with chakra seemed to cease as his muscles bulged and his skin darkened further than its ebony luster had revealed before. The lines that decorated his body seemingly to bulge with his physique and his golden amber eyes ablaze. Something was wrong here and it was up to those locked in combat with the brutish titan to discover exactly what had been afoot since the very beginning. The mocking
breath from before now a nightmare before their downfall. What would these young shinobi due to preserve their home land only time could tell as it all culminated into what one could only hope was a victory for the people they called their heroes.
Location: Mist District shore
Posting Order: Kagaya -> Yumaro -> Higetsu - > Gabimaru
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
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