Unleashing[P,IO]

Reports of roaring are administered by citizens along with loud pounding nearby a well know Volcano Scientists home, his name was Warren Peace.

He hasn't been seen in a week, the pounding gets louder every night and the roar scares off the birds and animals with it's aura of rage and blood lust.

Down a set of staircases is a young inhuman terror that seeks it's freedom, it's power when in maturity will be nearly unstoppable...

It's rage will be unbearable, and it yearns to get out...and conquer.

It has been a while since the deity of gravity has returned to the village of volcano, it is more lively than he remembered, it aggravates him slightly that Osore would allow people to be....Happy?
Hopefully his friend is feeling well, the state of the village he honestly expected to be run down with a fresh coat of blood like paint on every surface from the orphans but sadly this does not seem to be the case which surprises him, maybe he was killed in his absence, who knows.

A group of children he sees running away from a run down house, loud roars and pounding seems to be the reason, the fear makes him smile and he seeks to see exactly what the cause of such fear is since it is not his leader.
The main door is approached and his right hand pushes against it, the door falling inwards with just the softest touch with a loud thud, the evening sun illuminates the opening as the dust fills the entry way, a soft waving motion of his right hand acts to move the dust out of his face as he coughs slightly, he reaches up to his glasses and repositions them so they are now resting upon the top of his head, the tinted visors not helping him in the dark, he is gonna need to remedy that.

The source of the banging is followed through the slightly illuminated now front door less home, a staircase is now reached, following it the sounds get closer, having nothing better to do the man investigates, if it proves to be a problem he will just kill it, but if it proves to be interesting then it might be something fun to occupy his time amongst the living.

His eyes inspect the door, the frame modified so the door opens inwards and not outwards, thus the creature inside has been banging this entire time and has most likely not even tried to pull, the old rusted handle is gripped with his right hand as it turns the man pushing the door open allowing a bit of light to enter the room.
"Yo any fucked up creatures in here?" the man says into the darkness of the room, his form not really expecting anything but still remains at a point where it could slap a bitch if need be.

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Crimson eyes are the man's answer, intense hatred and burning rage masking relief behind them, a small child garbed in tattered bloody clothes with bandages marked with blood obscuring his face.

A scalpel is gripped in his tiny right fist, he also seems ready for a confrontation if need be the childs eyes narrowing dangerously at the man who was to be his freedom..however the year of experimentation and his original capture leaves him slightly weary...and a growl escapes the back of his throat.

It is low...feral...the feeling of utter danger that surrounds the boy being felt now that the covering is removed, the handle is removed from the inside and a strange device is attached t the back..a voice synthesizer...this is how the creature which although appears to be is most definitely not human was trapped for so long..

The boy looking to be about five freezes...and does not move...merely watching...he is still...unnaturally so...

Shouten sees the boy within, a soft tilt of his head to the right is all that is given in confusion, the man saying bluntly, "Were you the little bastard scaring away all the little kids outside with the roars?"
His tone is more playful as he speaks to the child, it is interesting as the boy seriously looks like he has been through hell only to be locked in a deserted house, how bizarre.
Shouten crouches now being eye level with the boy by bending his knees to a squatting position.
"Can you talk little mummy man?" Shouten inquires in a teasing tone to show the boy he means no harm unless the boy tries to pull something, then he will have fun splitting the boy into bleeding frozen flesh cubes for his rum.

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Shanks eyes narrow further, obvious distrust seeping into his vision the raw rage that exudes from the boy manifesting behind his eyes the only thing that gives the boy pause in attacking is the strange mans calm tone..and the fact that he appears to have effortlessly opened the door that he's barely put a dent into for the past few days he's been beating on it.

He hesitates at the man's question and decides now that weakness is not something to be shown in front of this man, he shakes his head as a no in answer to his ability to speak...technically not a lie...the muzzle hidden beneath the bandages prevent him from speaking.

He shuffles to the left and eyes the opening that is the now open door behind the man...his eyes flick to the man's crouched frame and the sunlight that he's been missing for over a year...

He promptly decides to wait...the man is strong to have opened that door..

Instincts telling him that this man is a predator and he's in his territory..

His eyes flick back once to the dead scientist wearing a Chuunin flak jacket before they flick to the man...chunks of the man's flesh is missing and his skull has been noticeably bashed open brain matter covering the floor the man's face stuck in an expression of shock...

It's quite obvious the boy is the one who did this...and the man is the one who trapped him here..

Shouten frowns a bit childishly at the boy denying the ability to speak, the man becoming more carefree after his vengeance has been sated with the mist.
Since the boy cannot speak Shouten watches his body signs, he notes his eyes looking to the side, Shouten's head turning to view the man dead within the room, most likely the child's doing.
Shouten chuckles a bit looking back at the boy, "Well, aren't you just a fucked up little monkey~"
He stands and turns half way, the path now open as he motions with his left hand which is facing the boy for him to follow him.
"Come on let's get you out of here kid, you are probably starved."
With that Shouten makes his way up the steps and into the upper floor of the house awaiting the child to follow him, the boy seems interesting at the least, the dead chuunin, the abandon house, and the mummy bandages, there is something interesting going on which restores his faith in Volcano and how fucked up people can really be.

If the boy does indeed follow him he walks casually down the street, the villagers knowing his face all to well and know to hide when he is near, the man taking them to a grilled food establishment, the lava rocks and coal deposits making this one of the more cheaper ways to cook, Shouten sits down at one of the chairs beckoning the boy to sit beside him not thinking for a minute the reason for him being unable to talk being a muzzle, only bandages which he should be able to remove.

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He glares forward at the insult his slitted eyes burning the color of hellfire only for him to tense at the mention of food..
Could be a trick...but..he hasn't eaten real food in such a long time..
His eyes narrow and shift in indecision watching the man move aside and then wave for him to follow..

He watches the man walk forward and hesitantly follows, his body tensed and ready to react his eyes watching the man with slight suspicion as he follows him up the stairs and to his freedom.

His eyes flick around capturing the sight of the sunlight and fresh air he's been deprived of for over a year now..

He pauses slightly as the man sits at a stool...and hesitantly he climbs on the stool next to him..

The boy's tiny frame hides the true strength of his race, and the appetite of the Destruction Lord will most likely put a dent in the man's wallet....he hasn't eaten meat in a year..

And now offering him grilled beef....the Man is cemented in the boy's mind as a person he enjoys..when he's in full maturity and strong enough he will not kill this man..he will give him a large plot of land and many human women to do what he pleases with..

Shouten watches as the boy does as instructed, he looks towards the man cowering behind the counter at his mere presence at the establishment.
"Hey fuck bag, get some steaks cooking and keep them coming.
Shouten says as he looks towards the boy at his left, "How do you like your meat cooked? Knock once for raw, twice for medium, or three times for well.
Depending upon the number of knocks depends upon what he gets, Shouten ordering as such, the quantity does not matter to him due to the fact not a sole in this village would ask him to pay for anything after the assault on Kirigakure no Sato, everyone for the most part is scared shit less as to the fact he did not hide it, it is common knowledge in Volcano that he had a hand is nuking Kirigakure no Sato and is openly proud of it.

He looks towards the boy as the food cooks, he is curious as to how he will communicate with this boy, talking is clearly not an option since he denied the ability.
He also ponders what to do with him, if he let him go he will no doubt become a predator on the streets which might make things a bit more interesting around here but he runs the risk of death which wouldn't be any fun, depending on how the boy acted during dinner will decide if he possibly takes him in and looks after him or not, he has nothing else better to do and what better way to secure the burning of the world than to teach the next generation how to do it with their own two hands.
He looks back to the cook as he brings out the boys steak cooked the requested way, Shouten getting one raw and soaked in blood which he has grown accustom to the taste of, in Osore's company it is rude to decline a food offer so he has eaten his fair share of body parts, strange enough to really do taste like chicken.

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He ponders the question for a moment his tiny hand pounding twice against the counter leaving two noticeable dents with his strength, no doubt increasing the cowering man's fear.

He could eat it raw, but he tires of raw meat he wishes for it to be cooked this time on sole matter of taste, his eyes eagerly watch the food being cooked his stomach growling audibly which causes his eyes to narrow upon the meat...as if ordering it to cook faster.

The need for food is what caused him to follow and immediately take a liking to the man that everyone in this village seems to fear and subjugate too..

He wants the same thing he decides, he wants to be like this man that's provided him with food and strikes fear into the souls of the human's that surround this place.

He idly glances at the man's hands and tilts his head curiously, he then glances at his own and notes the size difference...

He blinks once his slitted eyes of hellfire showing curiosity and slight confusion...

It is immediately forgotten as the meal is laid down in front of them, he hops up on the stool and lunges for his own steak his frame hunched over it a strange umbrella taht covers the establishment being knocked over and obscuring the boy from view tearing ripping chewing and a small burp followed by an "Ahh.." of satisfaction is heard as the boy tosses the umbrella away from him with a swipe of his hand..the bandages don't seem to have moved...but the steak is missing..

Shouten takes in the fragrance, his fork is gripped as he stabs the steak only to lift it whole to his mouth, a vicious cannibalistic bite digs into the flesh and a jerk of his head tears the meat from the rest of the steak.
An umbrella falls and hits Shouten in the back of the head only to fly between him and the boy, a pissed off growl and a glare towards the cook causes him to run out the back fearing for his life, his gaze shifting to the child who slaps the umbrella away only to have his meal finished, his right brow raises in confusion but it is dismissed.
Quickly eating his own he gets to his feet, he looks towards his new little buddy and speaks, "You get enough to eat or should I fetch the cook and put him on the grill for ya?" Shouten asks, no hint of joking around is given for if the boy was still hungry then the cook for having the umbrella be loose would serve as their next meal, the boy if he was full would be the act that saved the mans life.

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