God and the Devil.[Private, IO.]

Tree's topple over in the Demon's path as he stalks through the forest of Konoha, he's chased the boy to this area and is hell bent on finding him his eyes burning with rage.
The boys insults are burned into the young Destruction Lord's mind, the little human thought he could insult him and flee?

Not likely, he'll find the boy and beat the apology out of him!
...And possibly a way to dismantle a voice lock in order to get his muzzle off..

He knocks over a large twenty foot tree by pushing against it the tree giving way to a clearing, the trunk about four feet wide in diameter and his eyes scan the clearing...a clear field with ankle height grass...

The sun is hidden behind the tree's and the day is moderately warm...


..Where the hell is he?

The boy after his encounter has taken the time to rest, sleeping however in the forest and not yet going home after what happened with him and his aunt, the boy at peace for the most part after the talk with his father, his snoring soft as he rests in one of the taller trees.
The sun beginning to rise pushing away the night sky, with the arrival of the sun also comes the devil, ironic that evil would be out during the day opposed to the night.

The boy awakes with the large tree falling to the ground with a thunderous sound, the boy looking around as his eyes shoot open, the boy almost falling out of the tree should he not grip the trunk with both arms in a manner similar to a squirrel.

Looking down he sees the demonic child from Volcano, he actually followed him here?
Seeing the boy go near a clearing he chuckles, well if he came all this way perhaps he should finish up their little encounter, a good ole ass kicking back home.
Samuru releases the tree and begins to step upon the air making his way silently towards the boy through use of his silent step, the boy getting behind the demon kids presence, once getting ten feet away from him he screams, "HEY MUMMY BOY!" as he watches his reaction, Samuru still standing behind the boy still in the wooded area, the 50meterx50meter clearing in front of Samuru leaving him on the borders 10 feet from it.

'HEY MUMMY BOY!'

The Demonic childs eyes close and he grins behind the bandages that hide the muzzle hindering his ability to speak, his body turns and his fingers flex his left hands fingers making a wriggling motion as if anticipating gutting the boy with his claws.

His body facing the boy his legs tense and his scarf begins to ripple in an invisible wind as his eyes narrow in an obvious challenge, his right hand extends to his side, his hand open as if expectant.

The scarf in a show of obedience wraps around the demonic childs clawed hand and then slowly pulls away...revealing the hand clenching a handle...follow by a wide blade..before it reveals a giant diamond blade, the size and the boys stature..that looks about three inches shorter then the Son of Gods, being a stark contrast..it shows off the boys demonic strength as a low growl begins to form in the back of the throat.

"Rrrrrr..." is his response..and the only sound he can make at the moment...he will have to let this battle do the talking.

Samuru views this challenge as his lips curl into a smirk, he chuckles darkly.
"Ok mummy boy, I'll kick your ass but afterwards you have to go home ok?"
He says tauntingly, with a flicker of his form he is gone, raw speed sends the boy past his demonic adversary as he not stands at the center of the field, twenty five meters away from the white haired devil.
Reaching back with his right hand he slides it within his capes pocket, pulling forth a crimson blade which he holds within his grasp, if the boy was going to use a weapon then he might as well meet him on equal terms and show he is better, something Samuru has always enjoyed doing.
"Be careful with this one son, something does not feel right, watch his moves and act accordingly."
Samuru visibly rolls his eyes as he talks within his mind, "Look, I appreciate the advice but I am a registered bad ass, no way in hell is this little brat gonna be able to do anything to me."

He blinks once at the fleet footed boy a blur...a mere blur.
His eyes narrow and he turns to face the boy once more as he speaks..
He's going home is he?
No..he won't be, he ain't going down easy, he's gonna claw that tear this little fuckers head off!
He draws back his chest puffing out as it fills with air before he unleashes it..

The loudest roar he's ever let out...and he realizes it...why he chased this brat...

That smirk...his words...those eyes...

They remind him of his Brother..!

THE ONE WHO DAMNED HIM TO HIS YEAR OF TORTURE!!!! TO HIS ISOLATION AND THE GOD DAMNED MUZZLE WRAPPED AROUND HIS MOUTH!!!

The one who took away his voice.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With the roar he charges forward his Demonic Overdrive level two being activated as he charges forward his left hand coming up and gripping the hilt of his diamond sword as well as the blades point is aimed towards the boy in the roaring charge that the demonic child unleashes, the scarf separating into eight elongated fists that curve around the boys back and clench while drawing back as if ready to punch.

The battle begins.

Samuru's stance is loose, his gripping palm places his reverse summoning seal upon his blades hilt hidden by his still grasping hand.
Samuru stands at the ready, his form in somewhat of a fencing pose, his legs together, his blade held at waist level pointing slightly to his right in a diagonal fashion.
His left hand behind his back, a seal formed as he just smirks at the boy, his silver eyes taking in his form, Samuru's form having his ego take over for the most part, only one hand is shown for battle giving the taunt that he only needs one hand to face the child.

Should the boy simply charge as his attack Samuru bring his right arm across his being, the blade brought with him only to impact the boys blade changing the angle of it, knocking it to his right, and Samuru's left away from him.
A puff of smoke over takes Samuru's form once the blade makes impact, the reverse summoning technique preformed as with an impact upon the top of the demonic childs head Samuru makes his reappearance known, exiting the summoning void above the boy his right foot uses his head as a spring board only to land behind him, a clockwise rotation made to face him.
Should all of this happen, the boy runs into the momentary smoke cloud created by the reverse summoning due to his forward advance, this makes him temporarily blinded whilst Samuru leaps off him.

Samuru's smirk is wide as he lands two meters behind the boy, taking care to observe the fabric fists with his visage should they make a move all throughout his actions, the boy acting accordingly if they do set to hinder his spring board off the young demons head, or if anything does for that matter.

His arms swing backwards as he continues on his dash forward his blade poised over his right shoulder being as soon as he comes in range he swings downward with all his strength intent on splitting the brat in two right down the middle.
As the swing occurs one of scarf constructs curve under the boys right side and swing towards the son of God's abdomen in what is to be a palm strike that if landed will send the boy skidding backwards.

He is strong, that is all that should matter..he is strong...stronger then anyone.
He is strong, he'll smash any opposition...
He is strong, he'll tear the human world asunder and make it his own.
He is strong, humans are weak...they will submit.

He is strong...but is that enough?
The Fruitloop spoke of other things...but what is it that he needs?
Skill he said...he needs more training...instincts will only get him so far...that's what the Fruitloop said.

His visage takes in the form of the mute brat charging him, the blade brought over his shoulder as Samuru smirks at this, it seems this brat is just a berserk unit, or at least that is what it seems for the moment as he just charges him ready to swing.
The boy five meters out at this point, one of the fabric hands now curve around and elongate towards him, his visage takes all of this in as with a swift slide of his left foot outwards he separates them, his right foot following moving his form to the left as his right foot whilst moving towards it also slides back, the boy's form rotating to his right as his left hand moves downwards to grasp the hilt of his blade along with his right.
His body swiftly uncoils itself as with a diagonal upwards strike his blade is set to carve through the appendage of the scarf and move towards the downwards descending blade, the two set to impact each other as flames erupt forth from the blade of fire, a crescent arc engulfing both blades and flying into the sky only to dissipate.
The flames due to being point blank serve to singe the bandages around Shank's face, revealing the muzzle to Samuru.
Should all this go through the boys strength is made known as he begins to win in the sword clash, Samuru's blade being pushed back.
A smirk forms on the boys lips, he kicks back off the ground sliding back separating the two blades as he puts two meters between them, the boy smirking.

"Looks like you actually have some strength behind ya, not that it will help ya much!"
His smirk is wide, he is already enjoying this, that strength excites him, if he has this much strength what else is he capable of?!
He however views the muzzle on the boy, an odd device, if there is a slight break between the blood brawl Samuru asks the following, "What the hell is that on your mouth? Am I beating up a kid with a breathing machine?!"
Samuru instantly feeling like an ass, he may be a prick in almost every since of the word, but beating up a kid in the hospital is like, worse than that, his eyes widening over the fact that he has risen to a new level of ass hole if this is true.

Shanks feels the coursing heat but it matters not, the scarf all but squeals in pain and goes limp for a moment.
His eyes widen and his rage is forgotten as he drops to his knee's his blade abandoned as he grasps at his scarf in a worried fashion softly cradling the piece of fabric in his clawed hands his eyes reflecting worry for the creature/clothing that has become apart of him emotionally...helped him survive in the human world.
He ignores the fact that the bandages around his mouth are now gone and his shame is revealed as...his one true companion for these past few weeks quivers in pain.

His eyes narrow and gleam a deeper red as his glare straightens and fixates itself on the boy who caused his companions pain and an urge to see the boy writhing on the ground in agony begins to take hold in his mind his jaw muscles visibly clenched as he grasps at the blade that clattered to the ground with his right clawed hand once more and raises it as he stands again.


This boy will pay
[Demonic Overdrive level three activation, awaiting approval.]

{Approved}

He watches as the boy drops to his knees, the fabric now cradled by him as if it was alive, this causing Samuru's right eye brow to arc in confusion.
He observes this display of mourning for a few moments as the boys gaze now moves towards him, a blood lusted hatred filling his eyes, a look Samuru himself had not to long ago after he took the life of an ex family member.
Samuru now abandons all taunting gestures, he knows personally that in this state of mind, a person is the most dangerous, what type of hell has this kid been through?
Samuru's form tightens, his right hand grasping his blade tightly as his eyes narrow upon the boys being making sure to take in every detail, the boys power is unknown and in this state who knows what else he can do, he cannot afford to be a cocky shit right now, it could potentially kill him.
He does not speak, only watch the boy whom has all his rage directed towards him, hopefully he will be able to take this assault head on.