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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
WATER!? The fuck was this guy!? Tsuki broke away into the brush with a hand signal, Izaya's ears turned completely back and picking up the faint sounds of the shinobi's movements. From this close, it was a lot easier to hear. The guy moved silently, but Izaya could hear things much quieter than the sounds of a tiptoeing executioner. His whiskers twitched at the shift in air, the source of chakra behind him seeming to move significantly. Shit shit shit shit...
“DOZUMI, NOW!”
The Enoki dove to a roll on the ground, using his joints to forcefully shift his direction and slam into one of the large spikes that burst from the earth, darting off to the left. The spikes came out in a nearly seven by seven radius, hopefully where the guy would have landed. Ducking behind the shadow of the spikes, Izaya performed two basic ninjutsu. First, a clone hazed into existence and he sent it running into the direction he'd dove under the shadows in. Next, he performed a transformation, taking on the apparance of his familiar who'd disappeared into the brush. Diving out on all fours, the catboy bolted into the bushes, calling out to the direction the clone went.
“Doh! Tsuki! This way!”
Instead of leaking his position, the voice instead sounded like it came from the clone that dashed away. As the clone had no substance, it therefore sent no vibrations into the earth, and Dozumi didn't so much as bother listening to the voice, instead gunning for the movements of two large running rodents. The three “mice” all bolted in the same original direction, far enough from eachother that it wouldn't be apparent there were two Tsukizumis. Izaya was beginning to smell some familiar scents.
Jutsu Used: Dozumi:
EARTH MANIPULATION JUTSU
Dozumi is capable of manipulating the earth with her jutsu. She can bring up protective wall shields large enough to defend Izaya from frontal attacks, bring up spikes of earth to attack the opponent, or force ledges out of the ground. The ledges can be used as a boost for jumping if she rises them underneath you, but they can also be used as a path going down earthen walls that would otherwise be difficult to climb.
Passive
SENSES
As long as she is on the ground, Dozumi is capable of feeling even slight vibrations in the earth. She can detect things digging beneath the ground, as well as movements on the surface and tell roughly how heavy they are, how far they are, and how fast they are moving. This ability can extend up to 150 yards from her position, depending on how heavy the someone is entering her range of perception. Lighter creatures and people won't be detected until they are within 100 yards.
This was it. When the hunter continues to apply pressure to its prey, the future meal becomes more and more frantic with its actions. Suddenly attempting to do the impossible seems rational to the soon-to-be-victim, and in good time, even thrashing out in fear would become a viable choice. It was this time that Sato felt the most satisfaction during his time in the Mist, when his targets became maddened by the inevitability of their demise chasing them down with relentless killing intent; the rogue affectionately referred to it as it the squirm.
And Izaya was already squirming, as if in his throes of death.
The child's inexperience showed in his choice of actions, though he did well to use he and his pet's numbers against a superior predator. It seemed his plan was to continue his bullheaded approach, though given that the rogue was armed, it would be an attempt at suicide, or a facade.
He performed the latter.
At the feline's command, the second fat rodent would take an action of her own. Beneath the rogue, the ground would let loose a subterranean gurgle for but the slightest of moments before a small field of spikes would shift up from its form. The kid's pet had Earth Release, did it? How handy for such a situation.
Though this was not the first time Sato had defeated those with such strategies, nor did he have reason to believe it would be his last. All this had done was brought the prey to the hunter. As he noted, the boy really shouldn't have attacked him.
Spikes would rise through his lower body, piercing through such ease one could assume he were liquid. Of course, this would be the very case, as the chakra once centralized to his inner ears would revert back to that which gave him a completely malleable makeup.[1] His opponent had attempted a bluff with his closing of the distance, but didn't seem to account for an antagonistic bluff on Sato's part.
His opponent had slid to a stop upon reaching the base of the spiking field, using the risen earth as both an improvised form of footing and a shelter from sight simultaneously. In that sense, he had let his guard down, assuming his hunter had been too distracted by the offensive earth below to notice his deceitful tactics. Shadows were enemies of the eyes, but not of the ears.
The liquefied rogue's body seeped swiftly over and in between the spikes, as what would remain of his hands formed the few infamous seals of a dangerous technique. His malleable body would attempt to converge around and cover the boy completely in the shape of an incapacitating dome[2], in hope to capture his prey before the child could finish performing his subtle pair of jutsu. He had assumed that his speed had matched his wit, Izaya did, though prepared strategies held no merit before an opponent who can react faster than they can be deployed. On top of this, there was the fact that the boy had brought himself within such close range of his attacker without having fully prepared himself.
When Izaya hit the shadows, he was sure he was in the clear, getting ready to make a clone. But the sound of water splashing on the spikes above him sent a jolt of fear right down his spine, and he managed to swallow a breath of air before he felt the water hit him. The whiskers disintegrated in the sphere of water and he nearly choked, lifted completely off the ground. Shit shit shit shit WATER. The wound on Izaya's hand was still bleeding and he rubbed at it with his sleeve, sending a pink cloud into the sphere. A stream of bubbles escaped his mouth as he yelled in the water, slapping his hands together. The water sphere rippled as a second disgruntled body joined it, gasping the water into his gilled lungs. Suizumi, the water mouse.
Taking a moment to get his bearings, the rodent felt his master cling to his waxy fur. This was a contained ball of water. He just needed to get rid of it. Taking a deep breath, Suizimi sucked in all the water his lungs could hold and shot a powerful jet stream, sucking the water of the sphere in and shooting it several yards away. When his head finally broke free, Izaya gasped for breath, but himself and the mouse choking water out of their lungs. Because Suizumi was accustomed to this, he recovered instantly, dragging his stumbling master behind him. He didn't know what they were running from just yet, but he knew the other mice were nearby, and they soon enough informed him. Jutsu Used: Kuchiyose no Jutsu [Summoning Technique]
Underneath the fur at his neck, Suizumi possesses something similar to gills, allowing him to breathe underwater for an indefinite amount of time, converting oxygen in the water to oxygen he can breathe. The water must be expelled from his lungs before he can breathe above the surface.
TORPEDO
Using the ability to intake water through these gills, Suizumi is capable of shooting a poweful jet of water at the opponent. This jet can be fired above the water, however it is more powerful under the water thanks to the endless supply he can intake. This torpedo of water can knock enemy ninja off of their feet on the surface, causing them to fall into the water, batter someone who is swimming, as well as overturn small boats. Above the surface the water jet works as a mid-range blunt force capable of knocking a lighter enemy back a few paces, but nothing more.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
It was game over for the kid; once someone was caught by his personal prison of water in a one-on-on fight, their only way out was through genius ingenuity or outside help. In the case of this hopeless cub, there was little chance that either were a possibility. His pets, were they to have seen this, must have known the position their master was in; were they to rush in rashly, and their lives may just be as forfeit as his was soon to be.
But a spark of fight seemed left in an already exhausted Izaya, as blood shed within Sato's liquid form gave way for a weary and strained Summoning Technique. His form convulsed slightly at the additional body that would inhabit the prison, though he did not give; unless the kid had summoned several of these pests, all adding to the number of inmates would do was increase the pressure inside of the prison. Increased pressure would mean increased restraint on what was once limited movements--the two encapsulated individuals would practically be fossilized within the water.
His new rodent ally seemed to reside within the prison quite well thanks to its aquatic body, one that seemed able to respire the Hozuki's body into his tiny lungs; Sato could feel himself seething in and out of the thing's body, being a sensation of pure uncomfortability. It wasn't often that the man was inhaled by another creature.
Through this inhalation, the beast simultaneously began to regurgitate his body in a powerful stream, one that tested the density of the water prison. It would have been enough to spray apart their capsule of captivity were it not for a simple plan-destroying fact: this prison was Sato's body.
As he noted, the boy could only have been saved from outside help, and he had brought his aid directly into danger.
The stream would have nearly escaped the dense confines of the water, though the chakra flowing through its makeup would seemingly splay the end of the mouse's oral turret just short of exiting its surface, the Hozuki's control of his liquid form coupled with the jutsu maintaining the water's spherical shape working in tandem to cancel out this rudimentary escape plan of his pet's. Chakra's control over water, not to mention his own body, wouldn't be beaten by a petty strategy like this. Circulation of the water would place a new form of pressure around both the mouse and his master, so long as the beast continued this attempt at escape.
Yes, the squirm was definitely in full effect. Were the rogue to still have his lips, and his face would be lit with a champion's smile; this was definitely game over.
To think that he had almost forgotten about a companion of his in this blackest of nights, one that he had been accompanied by all his life. Loneliness was not his acquaintance after all.
For death followed Sato on every path of his journey.
'So the hunter had found his prey, and the prey still fought for its own survival. Not too bad for a mortal.' His large leathery wings beat against the cool night breeze as he hovered high up in the air above the scene where the genin had been captured inside a large ball of water. That ball of water so happening to be the body of someone of some sort of curious clan. He knew not what it was from or where, only that this one's strength might provide to be useful. 'What do you think brother?'
He observed with his forest green hues as his body dropped out of the air for a brief moment before wind once again caught in his wings and elevated him again causing the many chains and straps across his body to jingle quietly. 'Yes I am aware that you have no interest in mortals, I however...' He closed his eyes for a moment, clearly in no rush to act, 'No... no... I do not favor this mortal's well-being... Only I have grown bored.' Oh so bored. He had long since grown tired of watching this fiasco. He wanted to do something. Perhaps interact, and cause a little mayhem of his own, but only a little. 'No I'm not letting you surface brother.' He shook his head as he opened his eyes again. 'Because last time you destroyed an entire small village, a mountain, and quite frankly nearly exposed our existence to the entire world.'
As this internal matter waged on he had grown tired of his observation, and so at this point he silently, or rather silently as the chains and straps wrapped around his dark garbed body would allow him, dropped to the grassy ground below. Upon landing he caused a slight shock wave of wind as he folded his large wings onto his back. "So the hunter has found his prey, but what will you do now?" His voice was quiet but audible, and rather void of all emotion.
Panic swelled within the Enoki when Suizumi not only didn't help, but had made the experience worse. Izaya was going to die here. He was really going to die. He clung to the mouse's fur when the pressure inside the bubble became unbearable, not able to hold his breath for much longer. At least it wasn't a violent death.
From outside the dome, the remaining mice—Tsukizumi and Dozumi—came to the bubble, wanting to help but having no idea how. Noticing an odd sound in the air, the mice looked upward, nearly bolting at the creature that descended from the night sky. But bolt they did not, for they had their master to look after. They wouldn't abandon him.
Izaya's red eyes opened to the darkening, hazy water. If there was nothing to be done... he dismissed both of his summoned mice, the pressure within the water lessening immensely. He had one trick left up his sleeve. It wasn't much, but... shifting his hands in the water to form the handsigns, Izaya sent his hands out, sending jolts of electricity into the water prison that contained him. Take that, water man... Jutsu Used: Raiton: Amigyogyou [Lightning Release: Fisherman's Net]
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Hopelessness was the icy blanket that tucked Sato's victims into the deep black sleep awaiting them, though in the case of this particular prey, his prison would have to be that cold comforting veil. No matter how lucrative he thought of his rodent-reliant resource, the sheer steeping height of the Hozuki's prowess was still far above the reach of a novice. Izaya was ten years too early in thinking of beating him.
Even the mice who were summoned at the boy's disposal, the numbers that gave him mere fractions of an advantage, lost the will of their fighting spirit from within their eyes. While remaining at his side, they too knew how hopeless this situation was for their master. Were they here just to watch him drown? Sato may have been a man of a shadowed nature, but even that notion seemed rather cruel. So be it.
Though an even greater cruelty had descended onto the scene, its presence not having been noticed by the liquefied rogue until its dark gale rippled through his form.
It was a man, or at least it seemed like a man, given how monotone and bleak its voice resonated. What the liquid shinobi perceived held semblance to a human, but features adorned on his person and the predatorial presence he seemed to exert edged Sato into believing otherwise. There was a sense of intimidation beginning to swell within the rogue, though it was not from the man's appearance or voice.
But instead, by the silence of his approach; it had to have been a decade since the Hozuki faced an enemy whose movements he could not anticipate with his ears. Though if he were to have been watching the two all this time, perhaps he had been wrong about the feline now drowning within him.
This person may just be the source of that animalistic odor.
Hands began to move within Sato's body, recapturing his attention from the approach of the stranger. Given the density of the water prison, however, even such few movements would have been slow and sluggish; this pest was certainly persistent in preserving his precious life.
Sato would have removed the kid's meddlesome hands in a rather gruesome manner, though given the introduction of a new potential threat to the rogue, it seemed best to remove himself from this vulnerable position rather than continue torturing the child. The liquid surrounding his body would disperse in a spray of water before the final hand seal would be molded, the misting globs of its makeup converging meters away from the scene to reform Sato's body.
Were all to go as planned, he would have placed himself at a decent distance behind Izaya, with the boy approximately of equal distance between the rogue and the stranger. If this man was a new enemy, he would at least be giving himself a human shield.
The man had come down on wings, ones that were quite noticeable no matter how they were folded behind him. Tonight was quite the evening, one filled with strange people; a liquid assassin, a feline piper, and now what could only be described as a checkered devil. He could only wonder just which of them, if any, would be losing their life.
Sato narrowed his eyes at the stranger, fangs barred as he spoke. "I'm getting real sick of you people strolling in and assuming me to be conversational."
A flick of his wrists would sheathe the blades extending from his arms, as the man would motion toward the boy. "Take a lesson from the last guy who tried that," he growled.
The man watched as the ball of water released the boy and reformed into the semblance of a man quite a ways away. "I'm getting real sick of you people strolling in and assuming me to be conversational." He looked from the boy with cat features, that likely laid on the ground trying to collect himself if not passed out, to the man of water with an unblinking, cold stare. "You seem to have mistaken my arrival for something of significance." The tip of his tail, which remained coiled neatly around his waist, twitched slightly, "You did not have to respond, I am merely an observer." At the moment his eyes seemed to become less interested in the situation, almost as if he didn't even see them but rather saw someone or something else.
'No you cannot eat them.' He turned his head up towards the sky now noticing how the sun was beginning to rise of the horizon, 'You would draw unwanted attention.' Before long his gaze went back to the man of water his focus seemed to be back on him now and it was at this moment that he took note of the agitation that seemed to radiate off of his being, "Of course if you would like," He reached an arm up from his side and extended one finger, "I could end your existence now mortal. The choice is entirely your's, mortal. Do you dare fight that which you know not of, or do you instead choose to merely humor it for a moment?"
Izaya's lightning discharged fruitlessly into the air, and he gasped for breath once his face felt air once more. While he landed on his feet once dropped, Izaya's knees buckled under his weight, and he collapsed on the ground. Hands in the dirt, Izaya coughed water from his throat, trying to shake it from his large ears. Tsukizumi pressed against Izaya's side, on the side of the newcomer, unsure of what to do. The newcomer had a frightening appearance that made Izaya's soaked tail curl tightly against his body, and looking behind him revealed the water man he'd been running from. Every part of his body screamed at him to run, run away. But the Enoki was frozen, terrified. That guy with the wings didn't look friendly. It had already been proven he couldn't outrun Chigiri. Everything was pointless. Grabbing on to his oversized companion, the catboy curled around him, waiting to be slain.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Sato's scarred eye twitched in irritation at the stranger's presumptuous choice of pronoun; mortal was a word used only be those of god complexes and misguided assumptions of their own superiority. Mortal was the token description of those far below the speaker, whom had assumed himself otherwise. It was a word that drove red hot nails of anger into the rogue's head, bringing his gullet to a boil.
Change of plans.
While he had originally decided to kill the pesky kid, seeing as the feline now lay fetaled in fear, Sato felt certain that this would be a night the child's psyche would strain tirelessly to forget. This stranger had indirectly saved the boy's life, but now posed a threat to Sato's well being--as well as his pride.
There was a special place in the ex-hunter's heart for those that looked down upon the Hozuki, a place now sated by the spilling of their corrupt ichor. What better way to learn a lesson than to take its meaning to one's grave, after all?
And now, he sought to teach this man that very lesson:
To never underestimate the potential of a dangerous beast.
"You talk to much, and I hate repeating myself. Now..."
The boiling within his body seemed to give rise to a hiss of steam, one that misted from his very person[1]. Its vaporous form would disperse throughout the early morning air, dampening all things as if it were the icy dew of the hour itself. Sato's body would be thinned to an even greater degree of lithe; he would be sleeker, lighter, quieter--more efficient at what he loved most.
Killing.
"Leave," the Hozuki growled, fangs barred from beneath drawn lips. His body would be lowered into a stance of preparation, eyes and ears fixated on the man before him. Though he seemed ill prepared for combat, the rogue was done with assuming those who came to him as anything but trained shinobi. He was finished with making that mistake.
And it was time to show the merit of this very lesson.
As a mist began to roll off of the body of the man made of water a glint seemed to come to the stranger's eye. This was an interesting response to his words. Clearly this man knew not how to control his emotions, interesting for one in the line of work that he had once been, judging from his appearance. "I see," two simple words were enough as a dark aura seemed to radiate off of the man's being. It wasn't quite chakra, but nor was it some sort of mist like the other's. It was some other sort of energy unseen before. "Very well then I will leave you with a parting gift." He brought his left wing forward as he spoke the dark aura gathering around its leathery fingers before he suddenly whipped it outwards and back causing a shockwave[1] that would result in knocking over any unwary person and possibly even making the man of water stumble back. That wasn't all, however, as a veil of black miasma fell over the area.
After he unleashed his ability, with a beat of his large leathery wings he took to the air and about fifty feet up he would hover for a moment, "However remember something mortal, your days of aimless freedom will soon come to an end." As he said those words, his body looked at though it were beginning to break down, almost as though it were becoming nothing but ash.[2]
Scared red eyes darted back and forth between the two strangers. He was gonna die he was so gonna die. Peeking over the scarf of his companion, the Enoki noted his companion-turned-enemy was turning into a mist of some sort. His attention was distracted with a yelp from both him and Tsukizumi as the gust of wind struck him, and the raven-haired boy whipped back to look at the newcomer.
Black, so much black. The odd cloud of black that blew from the wing of the person had no scent, but it was absolutely putrid. Its very presence in the air made his large ears twitch, making him feel ill. When the bat-person-thingie dissolved, Izaya threw a backward glance at the other male. Hopefully he would be distracted by the black stuff. Scooping up his heavy mouse, Izaya bolted off into the woods. He, once again, had no idea where he was going. Feeling moderately safe he dropped the mouse, who ran alongside him. He'd leave the woods eventually, and find his way back from there.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Black, unnerving energy emanated from the body of his soon-to-be adversary, laminating over one of the stranger's massive wings as a fiery shadow. The rogue would only glare onward at the spectacle; he would have no inkling of a reason to believe that such energy was anything but chakra, after all. To Sato, this was just a presumptuous display, one bearing more visual danger than any actual threat to him.
Still, he wasn't going to stick around when it took action.
The energy escaped its hold on the man's avian appendage in a strong gusting flap, sending it forth within a wall of billowing wind. Sato sneered at the nearing attack; giving color to the air had to be one of the most idiotic moves he had faced in quite some time. It only made easier to dodge.
Darkness would erupt from the gale as it flew, straining the trees to creak upon their weathered roots and toppling those caught within its force. However, by the time the shockwave would have shivered the grass upon where he stood, the rogue would have already been gone, his physical body dispersing into nothingness before the miasmatic blackness could reach him.
Just as he would vanish, the man would suddenly condense back into its physical form on the opposite side from where he once stood before his adversary, away from the inky blackness that stained the fortitude of all it touched. Sato couldn't help but smile; that kid really did make a good shield, and probably a decent enough distraction to ward his enemy's attention from himself.
A bad move on the devil's part. Now it was the demon's turn...
Though before he could act, the other man had brought himself into the sky with his thunderous wings, seemingly giving a farewell speech to those now literally beneath him. Once again, the rogue's eye twitched in sheer annoyance; how many fucking people are going engage the rogue in combat just before running away right after? If they were going to pester him to the point of readying arms, they could at least sit there and die instead of changing their minds!
Well, at least he managed to get his way; he told the coward to leave or face death, and he chose to leave. This man wasn't very brave, but he must have recognized Sato as a threat. That was enough for the rogue.
No. Not enough. He tried to attack and leave. Not enough.
"Just die," he growled, swinging his arm through the air.
While it would appear as if the man had simply motioned for his opponent to leave, an intricate wrist movement and application of chakra would make sure it would be so much more. His action had attempted to draw the blade from his wrist in a flash of steel, with intent to sheathe at the end of its arc with similar velocity[1].
With use of his jutsu, one that enhanced his physical speed tremendously, the outreaching end of Sato's arm could be dispersed just as his body was moments ago, materializing next to the departing devil in midst his bodily incineration. It would be for but a moment, but in the timeframe of his quick swipe, the rogue would have attempted to use this form of swift transportation to deliver a single and final cut across his opponent's body.
Be it one that would cause him harm, or one that would simply sect his ashen form in twain, it was Sato's effort in getting the last hit in. He couldn't let the arrogant 'immortal' leave as pathetically as he had.
As for the boy...well, considering all the things he had seen and experienced this night, his death had now become one of many potential guarantees that the rogue's whereabouts would not be shared. On the contrary, it would probably be a night that the child would work extensively to forget ever occurred were he to sleep safely at night. Pursuing the boy would be too much of a hassle for one night.
Not to mention that the kid actually stayed and fought.
That was worth Sato's mercy, he supposed, watching his hand return to his wrist in the form of condensing mist.
"Just die." Those words spoke from the man of water, were enough to highly irritate the immortal being, and as the man's slash connected, however across his chest, the immortal being made a choice. He decided to thoroughly test this man, and make him understand just how outclassed he was. So his form broke into ash[1] completely disintegrating. If only for a moment, however, as the ash gathered again, but this time behind the man of water. He cared not for the catboy whom had fled the scene. However something was different about the immortal this time. His eyes had turned an eerie golden with black sclera. His clothing had all practically vanished leaving much of his now, undoubtedly inhumane, body covered in ghostly white skin and long black fur. Black fur worn almost as if his clothing itself. Even more so than this clothing change now, though, there was a large hole in the center of his chest proving very much that he was not bound by their mortal rules.
"You have made a grave mistake mortal," echoed the words of the man he had slashed just before a much darker, and clearly malicious voice spoke, "Unlike my brother, I am not against shedding your pathetic blood," as he spoke he released a highly dense surge of energy into the area[2] causing a dark aura to begin to radiate from various plants and fauna around them and forcing any and all wildlife in the area to flee, or even rampage, depending on their nature. As this happens a black energy gathered around his right hand as he curled all but two fingers[3], his index and middle, and brought his hand up, bending his arm back, to about shoulder height before aiming to impale the man of water where he stood. Even should the man break into water to avoid the attack, the night chakra laced within should still take effect. Or rather so thought the immortal man.
If you're curious about me referencing Sato's hydration technique, do remember that I stated earlier Urami had been observing the scene for quite some time, therefore would have noticed Sato use the technique at some point, and any knowledge Urami gathers is shared between their two forms.
Akui constantly emits night chakra into his surroundings causing the area to become corrupted by his presence. As the area becomes corrupted people in that area become more susceptible to illusions and trickery. People affected by the corruption are likely to become extremely uneasy as they start to feel as though they are constantly being watched.
Words whispered from behind would make the smug man's expression turn stoic. It seemed his actions had stirred a kernel of courage within the devil, and now he was taking the initiative. So much for his usually immense rage being left stirred and unfulfilled; his desire to maim swelled within.
Though in truth, such fiery passion for darkness may been kindled by the blackness that permeated through all life within the area. In many of the hidden critters, the icy pit of fear would fester within. However, a predator like Sato would instead be roused into an even greater bloodlust.
The tonal shift in the attacker's words brought a devilish smile upon the rogue's face. He had the galls after all.
Even if his eyes could not trace the man's movements, given his placement behind Sato, the rogue possessed ears that could trace the subtle movements of his demonic adversary. Attacking from behind through such transportation was an apt strategy at a sudden kill, but was too straight forward to ever work; not against a man who could react accordingly, and especially not when the creature spoke so pompously before acting.
As his opponent's hand would extend, so would the rogue's, the blade extending from his wrist. However, continuing the use of his signature technique, the rogue would attempt to disperse his form in midst his seemingly aimless attack, vanishing as his opponent's piercing fingers would spear through empty air.
Yes, an attack from the rear was too straight forward.
But a counter from the rear, on the other hand, was not.
While his form would quickly have faded away, it would have simultaneously appeared just behind the devil, giving the maddened Sato a view of the creature's new form. How fitting of the rogue's image of the stranger; he really seemed like a devil now, given his bestial features and extensive tail.
The extending stabbing motion made by the rogue prior to his disappearance would continue during his reappearance act, hoping to sink the length of his weapon into the small of the demon's back just as quickly as it had attempted its own attack.
His eyes throbbed in an intense stare, the blood boiling in his veins only working to fuel the engine of his murderous intent. He hadn't felt such desire to maim since he had challenged his father for what would be a last clash, since he had left his home...