The Tale of Echo the Invincible

It is atop the head of Hashirama Senju a fierce wind is picking up the water rippling and the clouds twisting as the power of what appears to be a storm begins bleeding forth, a massive chakra signature is visible to any of those with sensory capabilities and those with dojutsu would see it shining like a beacon of raw power.

Any others would feel the slight inkling of killing intent warning them away.

The power is from one Echo Uchiha, Sannin of the Leaf village and bearer of the Holy Sword Caliburn as he festers in his anger atop the head of the original Hokage.

He glares forward his senses stretched to their peak to avoid any unwanted confrontation that might occur...he wouldn't wanna hurt someone in his...state of mine.

Having left his friends for the time being Sayomi had wandered off to unexpectedly come across the Final Valley. While approaching, it became obvious that someone else was already there, the pressure in the atmosphere confirming the massive chakra aura coming from the place. Unfaltered, Sayomi moved forward, his curiosity piqued at who the signature could be emitting from.

When he was finally close enough, a man was in sight, stand atop one of the heads of the massive statues in front of him. With the use of the body flicker technique, Sayomi blurred into view on top of the statue across from the man. The dojutsu in each eye activated, his gaze resting on Echo's impressive display of power. No words would be spoken just yet, as Sayomi merely wanted to make his presence known.

Echo glances up towards the strange man his eyes bleeding red from behind his goggles his teeth enlarging and claws forming at the end of his fingertips, the ground shutters in protest the water rippling further as the winds seem to swirl in response to the Sannins growing anger, his gear gleaming in response to the power the Wind Rider is giving off.

The sky roars at the intrusion, a cloak of chakra not quite forming yet however the Kyuubi's influence is clear to see with the feeling of pure malevolence of the Kyuubi's and the despair and rage coming from his own...

Suddenly the man speaks in a deep growl the winds whipping up with his voice to the extent of the man does not employ the tree walking exercise he would be blown from the top of the statue and into the waters below. "Leave." Is his clear order, the amount of rage and killer intent leaked into his voice being of such an extent a civilian man would fall over dead from a heart attack...strangely the heat in the area also seems to increase.

Sayomi notes the hostility with slight but unshown fear, his feet firmly planted on the ground with a small application of chakra in the use of the academy level tree walking technique. The malevolence felt in the air is clear, as the man's voice seems to echo in unison with another. A demon it seems, and with his Byakugan eye it becomes immediately clear that the man in front of him could be a Jinchuriki. Sayomi's palms glow with the faint application of Chakra, and he slips into a modified Gentle fist style with a single palm outstretched.

No emotion is shown yet, but adrenaline already begins to pulse through his veins. He had stumbled across a jinchuriki, someone who needed to be defeated in accordance to his purpose for living. A pulse of lightning shoots through his body, his reflexes heightened and mind focused for battle.

His palm shoots out, a vaccum bullet of air being aimed for Echo that travels at speeds that easily break the sound barrier. The precise attack would burst the organs and crush the body of any normal shinobi, but given the ominous chakra pulsing in front of him, this attack may only result in slowing his opponent down.

With a burst of wind and power as the Hyuuga attacks the Sannin vanishes from view, the Vacuum palm travels past and with the proper distance Echo suddenly fills the view of the Hyuuga before he roars right in the face of the Hyuuga a giant blast of point blank wind erupting from the back of Echo's throat which slams right into the face of the attacking Hyuuga the flash of red behind the goggles is all that the Hyuuga perceives before he's sent flying from his perch to the deep water below, the concussive blast of wind tearing his clothes slightly if struck.

If his attack should succeed Echo stands atop the statue of Hashirama and begins stepping forward before he walks right off the edge and begins floating forward, he begins a slow descent like a God coming down from the heavens to deliver divine punishment, his feet stop ten feet above the rocky shore of the lack as his eyes trail around the site his oppressive power still felt suffocating the area.

Sayomi smiled, his powerful attack was flying forth at incredible speeds, one that he felt was sure to rip the man apart almost instantaneously. As the blast flew forth, Echo vanished entirely. A puzzled look appeared on Sayomi's face, watching his vaccum bullet slam with immense force into the background, causing a huge and damaging impact to the surrounding scenery. His analyzation set in immediately (all of the following happening in under a second), wondering what had occurred to his opponent. The chakra signature was still ominous and present, the clear and over bearing feeling of the jinchuriki's chakra bearing down on him. His eyes narrowed as his dojutsu helped him search for answers, measuring probabilities and gathering data with both eyes sending him a hybridization of analytical data. It seemed that the chakra signature had gotten closer, something his Sharingan eye could confirm but his Byakugan eye couldn't keep track of. Sayomi braced himself with wide eyes, his hands lighting up with chakra out of his currently inhuman reaction time from heightened reflexes and perfected movements.

Echo appears directly in front of Sayomi, the atmosphere of chakra now entirely unbearable as the man has closed himself towards point-blank range. His vision is now entirely filled by the man, his power overwhelming an seemingly impossible to overcome. The man seemed to roar with a blood-curdling sound, the demon within him seeming to take manifest itself further which each movement. Sayomi rose his hands forward, attempting to bring his palms upwards in defense. With an immediate action, his hand shoots out, blurring with a speed invisible to the naked eye in a desperate attempt to hit his throat. Even at this rate, Sayomi is overcome, a blast of wind coming from Echo's mouth with an incredible level of power that tears the boy from his chakra rooted feet that had held him so firmly upon the statue's head.

A flash of red slightly blinds Sayomi, his Byakugan eye detecting the man's position, but his Sharingan unable to keep up with the speed of the assault. He is tossed helplessly into the air, his eyes now locked onto his opponent with something that he had never felt before. It was an expression of fear, and a feeling that overtook the boy by storm. He sailed into the air, his normally blank face staring up at the man like a scared and helpless child. The wind was knocked out of him, his breath gone as he gasped outwards while stifling a silent moan into the air. The Sharingan in his eye pulsed gently now, the powers completely overwhelmed by the scene in front of him. His Byakugan still remained useless in this situation, the mastered ocular abilties it offered him feeling completely useless against such a powerful opponent. His dojutsu felt useless now, the previous genius he had exhibited and days of training he had spent could be immediately crushed against such raw power.

Sayomi began his slow descent downwards, an epiphany of emotion and thoughts flooding his minds. The jinchuriki, and therefore this man, was a foe that Sayomi simply couldn't defeat, and it was an opponent he had sworn to kill from the beginning of his quest. The legendary Kyuubi was far out of his league, despite his natural talent and skills as a ninja. The wind blew through his clothes, the moment of his fall slowly increasing from being knocked back by such an intensely powerful gust of wind. The man's anger felt palatable, the ominous cloak of chakra surrounding him leaking into the atmosphere around them in an
unbearable display of his inner demon and jinchuriki abilities. It was unfortunate for him to have run into such a powerful opponent so early in his ninja career, and even more unfortunate that it had happened when he had no subordinates to rely on. It didn't seem that Shouten or Osore would be able to be much help here either, and even the most courageous of ninja would shrivel in fear before the nine-tailed foxes raw power. Sayomi's eyes remained wide as his slow discent continued, his mind currently wandered off and not within his physical state, instead analyzing the sitation he was in. In his current state, defeating this enemy was impossible. He simply didn't have enough power, and this Jinchuriki only seemed annoyed, not even fighting him.

Sayomi was born to change this world, he needed to save it from plunging into an eternal darkness. He needed to eliminate the Kages of corruption and lock away or eliminate the demons of pain that threatened to even further erode civilization into chaos. This had to be done by any means necessary, but it seemed that his quest for power and radical ideals had already hit an immovable obstacle. It would all end if he died here. He couldn't die here, he was born to save this world, and he would stand strong against a demon to do it. This was a test of his power and conviction, one that he needed to pass in order to fulfill his personal legend. Sayomi woke up from his trance, only slightly and briefly, his body picking up speed towards the water's surface and treacherous rocks below. The fall had potential to kill him unless immediate action was taken. With perfectly timed reflexes and skills, Sayomi shot lightning pulses through muscles, exciting his body and mind to react with a speed similar to that which was inhuman. To fight something inhuman, he needed to manifest and utilize his inhuman abilities. With the activation of this jutsu also came the manipulation of the wind currents around him for acrobatics, including the utilization of his natural agility and incredible abilities. With the wind currents pressing against his feet, Sayomi flipped backwards, away from the rocks below and adjusting the trajectory of his fall towards the clear and safe water. The manuever was successful and with a final look back up Sayomi crashed against the frigid water and sunk into the surface, a large splash being created upon his impact. The wind blast had been more powerful then the boy expected or realized, causing him to slam deeper into the water then anticipated and sink quite a bit before the momentum stopped himself and he began floating back towards the surface. Bubbles floated around Sayomi and his eyes grew dull, his breath slow as bubbles slowly came out of his mouth from the expelled air. Underwater it was peaceful, but it was hell above the water.

Fortunately, the pressure of immeasurable power and chakra being expelled from the jinchuriki above him was less potent here, a relaxing break from such an overbearing presence. It was during this brief moment that Sayomi thought back to the time he first created his clans, a flashback that occured when he first began to realize his radical beliefs and created a plan to solve them. Sayomi relaxed with his feet dangling off the side of the clif, his calm minded contemplating the world around him. His usually constant alert and analytical mind would contemplate anything as simple as a blade of grass, and with the motions of the forest and life around him, his mind would almost never be off.


The flashback would continue in his mind. Now was different though, the moon shone done on Sayomi and acted as a clearing slate for him. Almost an hour passed before Sayomi stood up, taking in the glory of such a gorgeous sight and calming at the tranquility. Sayomi stood up and activated his Byakugan, his energy rising and as his blood started flowing, giving him motivation to start training and exercising. If he was to guide the world to peace, lives would need to be taken, and he would need to use his eyes for all seeing purposes. The wind was his teacher and the moon lit his path as Sayomi flowed through the gentle fist techniques. His footwork was flawless and his hands naturally fell into place with his outstretched fingers arching through his gloves. Sayomi quickly favorited the fighting style and decided to study it more, shocked that there was indeed much more to this technique then originally met the eye. The technique and style was all about making the opponent open and vulnerable to soft chakra based attacks that would be meant to criple the foe for further punishment or destruction of their organs. However, Sayomi didn't have the chakra necessary to perform very powerful moves just yet, this would take a new level of training and ambition that was unknown and alien to him. An epiphany washed over him and it all became clear, under the moon of this night the purpose of his life flowed into his mind. As Sayomi moved through the gentle fist and thought hard about the world around him, taking time to contemplate under the moonlit sky, his Byakugan grew in power. With his Byakugan more powerful, Sayomi's strength grew in unison with it. Clarity washed into his mind as he could see the world for what it was. A wounded animal, desperate for a doctor. After the fire and sky war, after terrible struggles between so many bandits and thugs. What useless clashes and tragedies occured over meaningless and pointless wars and disputes. The world was lost and in shambles, and it was in such dissrepair that it did not even know how to seek a healer. Sayomi knew though, he knew that if the world was to be repaired a healer must come to it, and administer an antidote and sew up the wound in this world. Sacrifices would have to be made, people would have to be
killed, and more tragedies would need to occur in order for this dream to be realized. Under this moonlit sky, Sayomi vowed to embark on a quest to succeed in healing this world, and creating peace in the dying landscape. The surrounding countries had appointed leaders to try and lead them to peace, silly villages of military strength as they prayed to be kept safe from the scary world around them. They didn't realize that joining such a village was their own undoing. Villages declare war on eachother, always seeking out further destruction and hatred. As more destruction is caused, peace is threatened, and innocents get scared. They fear for their lives and want protection for their friends and loved ones, thus desperate to join a village that would offer them that protection. The villages take them in, and then use that poor soul to exploit them for work and gain resources economically or militarily to declare war on other villages. It becomes an endless cycle where war overtakes the globe and innocent people are forced to either join a side for protection, or get caught up in the crossfire. Such a village system was destroying the world around them, forcing open the already bleeding wound that threatened to make the world implode. At this moment Sayomi blamed all of the villages for creating destruction, and decided that undermining that power in some way would be the best way to proceed. Then the epiphany came, and the realization washed over Sayomi yet again from his old flashback. His quest would need to continue, but
if the destruction of this demon was impossible, then his survival had to be. He had not yet fulfilled his ultimate goal to save the world and enlighten it, and until that goal was met, he could not afford to die. Every fiber of his being would fight it, and Sayomi would cling to life by any means necessary until his goals were fulfilled.

Sayomi broke through the surface of the water, forcing chakra to the surface of his feet and gathering a footing on the surface of the water. The moisture clung to him tightly as driblets fell from his hair and clothes. His eyes rose to meet the man who descended to him slowly as the wind currents carried him down. Panting gently as the intensity of the chakra would become more unbearable while the Jinchuriki grew closer. This opponent couldn't be beaten, and Sayomi's mind raced through several options and analyzed each outcome as the danger grew closer. His eyes would now lock with Echo's a third tomoe appearing in the center of his sharingan eye.

[WC: 2054/2000
3rd Tomoe Unlocked]

[Just Chiming in, Sayomi approved for 3rd Tomoe Sharingan.]

Echo's right hands forefingers grip the top of his goggles and slide them over his forehead giving what Echo deems a scared uppity little child a stern glare "Listen up brat." Echo begins his anger vented slightly and letting him think a bit more rationally as Rinnegan and Mangekyo Sharingan eyes are now fully displayed to the Hyuuga. "When the pissed off Sannin says leave...I suggest you do so, most are not as merciful as me." He states crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head his frown still in place...it's quite obvious he is not registering the Missing-nin as a threat. "Now, I'm gonna let the attack go cause my freaky aura of awesomeness probably made ya pretty jumpy" He says with a nod his oppressive power now retreating in light of a slight aura of warmth, a grin replaces the angry scowl "And now that I think about it...I may have overreacted...slightly" He adds now idly floating upwards the wind currents bending to his will as he rights himself now lounging casually while floating ten feet in the air his cheek placed against his left palm his face now looking rather thoughtful as he gestures with his right hand. "Of course there was the whole wind attack you launched...which is a Hyuuga thing..I think." He says with a quirking of his eyebrow "Come to think of it, that's a Sharingan.." He says eyes eyes flicking towards the Hyuuga once more. "So, what's yer name kid?" He asks his grin returning full force.

Sayomi panted a little and grew perplexed at the mans extremely casual demeanor in the face of pure hostility. His attempt to kill him and fallen flat, and this opponent was clear out of his league.

"Sayomi, perhaps we can meet again another time."

With that he would vanish in a blur of raw speed back to the Volcano village. It was unlikely that Echo would follow him as he had shown such disinterest, and the boy would use this to his advantage and flee home as fast as he could.

[Exit]

Echo watches the boy leave with a quirked eyebrow his amusement at the thought of the boy actually running for his life extremely clear, he shakes his head and chuckles giving this Sayomi a casual wave as he runs for his life.

Echo glances upwards once the boy vacates the area his eyes resting upon the visage of Madara Uchiha...Such a horrifying man he supposed to be...He idly wonders if he could measure up in a fight before he shrugs it off and deactivates his Sharingan eye.

Echo rockets into the air and vanishes a loose. "WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO~!!!" Heard as he vanishes..and the water settles.

[EXIT, topic closed.]