Within the Abyss {P,NK}

The laziest ANBU of them all, Kenchi, walks through the village of Tengakure. Dressed in full ANBU attire, and such. His intention focused on a single book in his hand, as he maneuvers through the crowd of villagers effortlessly, at a speed where none of them would be able to identify the ANBU operative, only a small gust of wind touching them as he passes. His right eye aches slightly, while behind the bandage which currently covers it for healing purposes. Apparently it would be quite a while before he'd be able to remove the filthy bandages, and reveal his byakugan, but he could wait. In the meantime, he was headed towards the training towers.

Arriving at the towers, he speedily makes his way to the top in just a few seconds. Arriving on the roof, he notices its vacancy, from behind his mask. Standing in front of a wooden post, he grabs the hilt of his ANBU blade, and slashes at it nonchalantly. However, the post remains, intact, as he walks pass it placing his weapon back within it's sheath. The eyes of any ninja, would be able to see the thin cut of separation between the post, that was so precise, that the post managed to stay intact.

Walking towards the railing, he sighs, looking over the village, as storm clouds begin to move in, his instinctual nature, allowing him to hear a single drop of rain, as it falls to the ground beside him. Apparently, it will rain...

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A sense of abandonment washed over the body of Xyxer, whom was currently standing atop a tower with his Abyssal armour currently decking his body, creating a dark and menacing gargoyle figure; searching for it's prey on the edge of the tower. His toes were hanging off and many thoughts crashed through the young and influenced man's skull; allow yourself to fall, see if you truly will enter the abyss.. Perhaps he could hang someone from here, allow the people to know that the spirit of Kirigakure had not died much like it's shinobi.. the ones currently fleeting off into other villages and forging a new alias.. That was when it struck him; the majority of the group he had fled with were now dead.. He had heard unfortunate news of Rin, dying in a rather.. peculiar manner. Truly, these were the pawns of the gods and our fate was sealed when one goes about angering them. The only two he could remember that he had not recently heard of was Kenchi and that other boy, the one he had given a piggy back to. A faint smile dared to stretch his lips, but Xyxer quickly shook the thought away as one deters flys from landing on your face. No, this was not the time for the warming of a heart, the opposite was required. Turning his head, a faint pulse went through his vision and made his head ache briefly, but then a figure was in his view.. One that appeared to be wearing the garments that matched those of an ANBU..

Perhaps today would be fun after all. He had not delighted in the evisceration of an ANBU since his dark, yet very fun, career in Kirigakure. Allowing his body to leap from this tower to the other, the man landed approximately 10 meters away from Kenchi on the roof. His feet resting snugly on the roof, his torn cloak floated erratically where the wind took it around on his neck, his hooved feet which resembled most demons allowing him a firm and safe landing. The oni mask simply gazed at Kenchi, a crack of thunder whipping through the air, lightning striking not too far from them which illuminated the armour of the male to give off an even more demonic appearance. In his left hand, in a reverse grip, an ANBU tanto was held, buti t was so that it could not be seen so easily by Kenchi with a mere look.

"Your life has been fruitful, ANBU, but as all fruit do, it is your time to wither and die."

Continuing to glance over the village as the sound of thunder crackles through the sky. His passive ability to sense chakra had allowed him to become aware of his new 'visitor', only giving the man a glance from the corner of his eye, the moment the lightning strikes illuminating a set of armor that seemed rather familiar to him at the moment, but he couldn't seem to remember where exactly he saw the armor. Turning around slightly, to face the man as he speaks, he raises his left hand, using it to grab onto the hilt of his ANBU sword. While his right hand drops down, gripping the sheath, this is done in a casual like manner. As to not arouse immediate suspicion from the man.

"Whither and die huh? I could have sworn that happened to me long ago." Kenchi says seriously, behind his not so serious smiling panda mask.

Already in an attacking stance, he only waits for the perfect moment to pounce. As it arrives with the booming of thunder, Kenchi dashes towards his apparent adversary. His body in a slightly crouched position, once within striking distance, he draws his ANBU sword from it's sheathe with his left hand. Perfectly performing Battojutsu, a single strike aimed to slice the man's mask in half, and of course his face, if he did not dodge it. His right arm stays at its respective side, in wait for the man's expected counter.

Xyxer continued to observe the male whom seemed to not pay too much attention to him.. Was this lad unfamiliar with what a missing ninja was? At the thought of that, he felt a bit queesy and felt himself go half a body lighter.. Truly, missing ninjas were annoying. However, behind the mildly amusing mask seemed to be quite a depressed individual; He should have known, the ANBU regime for Tengakure was extremely dull, 'Don't beat up any of the criminals, use minimal force, put them in jail' Whereas in Kirigakure you could throw the criminal into a group of civilians crying for their blood and let the fun commence.. That broguht him back to one day when he wa- and just like that, the man had covered the distance between the two and his other arm seemed to be moving upwards directly towards the head of Xyxer. Moving his head backwards with his left foot remaining planted firmly, his hand clutching the ANBU sword moved around to hit the back of the wrist of Kenchi's, the wrist that was connected to the hand holding his sword to be exact, aiming to knock him off balance. If that was to be true, Xyxer would continue with the rest of his plan and spin around with as much ferocity as he could, aiming to do a brutal spinning kick into the man's ribs.

The expected counter emerges, with the man managing to dodge his near decapitation, by leaning his head backwards. Unfortunately, Kenchi is distracted for only a moment. This distraction is a result of him recognizing the weapon the man wielded within his hand, as that of Tengakure's ANBU corps. Knocked off balance by the hand, which clutches the familiar sword, Kenchi's mind switches into that of a mild panic. Quickly analyzing his current situation as the man whips around, the feeling of an impending doom approaching, Kenchi raises his right hand from his side, and place it along the course of the man's kick. Though to his amaze, it was pretty light in comparison to his own strength, but due to his already unbalanced stance, the man was still able to slide him a single meter away from his original location.

The kick seeming to be the final motion of the man's attack, Kenchi makes haste to begin an assault of his own ignoring the meaning of ANBU sword held within the hand of his adversary, but he could not help to wonder the exact identity of the armored demon. So he asks, while raising his ANBU sword directly in front of himself, taking a defensive stance, "Who are you?" After this is said he closely examines the man's movements, when finally the rush kicks in. The blood under his skin beginning to boil, his muscles tensing, and a slight smile appearing on his face. Any ANBU that lived by the book would know that it was absolute protocol, to show as little emotion as possible, but being one from Kirigakure, he could not help, but to be intrigued by the thrill of bloodshed, whether it be his or the man that stood before him.

Unless the man replies with something that is capable of changing Kenchi's heart, Kenchi would charge towards the man, his ANBU blade lowered in his left hand to a point that it is slightly grazing the floor of the roof, creating a thin line in the cement, as he approaches the man. Once within distance, he would firmly slam down his left foot forward, his right foot remains light on the ground in case he had evade any unexpected attacks. Next, he attempts a slash against the armor of the man, raise his left hand from the ground, the ANBU blade angled to slash the man's armor diagonally, from right to left. If by chance, Kenchi feels even a bit of his blade connecting against the man's armor, he would step forward, firmly planting his right foot behind him for support, he would begin to apply more than enough pressure needed to tear the man in two.

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Xyxer felt his foot strike home but it annoyed him.. he was not as powerful as he once was. If he was at his former strength he would have been capable of sending the man flying directly off the tower, fight over.. The man's life would have started screaming in blood and it would have ended much the same way.. but no, he had died and so his body was now weak. He was no longer a demon, he was a toddler in the world of violence. He needed to overcome.. to adapt.

The man spoke softly, and Xyxer replied with little emotion in his voice as a void continued to grow inside of him, "I am the Abysswalker; I've come to guide you on your journey to death." The darkened visor of the male also helped build the feeling of mystery around him, perhaps a sentiment to how Xyxer himself did not know whom he truly was. Regardless, he saw the ANBU start running towards him with what seemed like would be a giant slash.. It was quite a weird tactic leaving himself open so Xyxer prepared for the worst. He crouched as the man was 5 meters away from him, his hand briefly touching the floor as a thin burst of chakra came from his finger, leaving a dark imprint in the shadow which would most likely obscure the entire event. Seeing as how a foot was now coming towards him, he used his hand on the ground to push his body away from it, the foot missing him merely by an inch as he went to stand once more. However now, the sword came directly towards his metallic face. The man's head moved backwards to dodge it, also using his arm to sweep backwards. A pillar of water conjured out of thin air approximately 5 meters behind Kenchi would now be conjured, moving directly towards the back of the man's knees in an attempt to make him buckle.

"Game over." Kenchi mutters, low enough for the man to hear. His voice filled with malice. His ANBU blade lay against the right hip of the man's armor, set to split him in half diagonally. It seems earlier the man had tried to dodge his foot for whatever reason. Maybe he thought it was an attack? When all Kenchi had intended to do was establish better footing. This he accomplished when the man dodged, just to stand once more, and lean his head backwards, again an odd move. As Kenchi's blade was a diagonal slash, that would only at the most extend from the man's right hip, to his left shoulder. Either way, it seemed their battle was at its end. Still, there was one thing which interested the ANBU operative. Earlier, the man had stated his name to be the 'AbyssWalker' a name Kenchi seemed to remember. His brother having gone by such a name in the past.

In means to remove all uncertainty, Kenchi raises his right hand from his side, and places it against his mask before gently touching it. Pausing dramatically, his cold eyes stay focused on the man. Ready to tear him in half, the moment he moves. Finally, he removes the mask. The boy's shoulder length white hair falling wildly against his face, obscuring its features initially, 'till Kenchi draws his head backwards slightly, his face now fully revealed. Only his left eye staring at the man, his right bandaged, still having yet to recover from its operation. "X-Xyxer!?!" Stuttering slightly, he finally gets his words out. Remaining silent afterwards, in wait for the man's answer, if any.

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And in a flash of what appeared to be nothing, the man that had whispered 'Game Over' would soon come to realize that the Abysswalker was not as retarded as the name may imply. The seal he had imprinted onto the ground now formed his body, a mere foot to the right from where Kenchi had extended his sword in his left hand in an attempt to slash through his hip. Now that he had appeared he acted instantly, using the momentum of the male's wild slashing gesture to aid in his own move; his left hand moved outwards to cling onto the back of the wrist of Kenchi, using his knowledge of pressure points in order to subdue his wrist and force him to drop the ANBU sword should it take place. Able to send the male in sprawling agony, he grinned under his visored helm as it was almost certain that he would be adding to his list of kill- Wait.. Was his name just revealed? There was a falter in the movements of Xyxer and he turned his head once moer to look directly at Kenchi, the man looked at him, his head tilting to the side curiously.. "And who is the one to utter a dying name before his own impending doom?"

It seems a slight miscalculation was made on Kenchi's part, as he now found himself on the ground. Kneeling in front of the very man he had thought to have had in his grasp, just moments before. His sword just a reach away from his left hand, but he doesn't move towards it, already in a compromising position, his life is in the hands of his opponent. It seems he had underestimated the man, at a crucial moment. His head bowed down, he slowly raises it, his mask unlatching from his face, and falling to the ground rather dramatically. Fighting against the slight pain, he speaks, "I am Kenchi. Just an ordinary samurai. Now can you do this dying man a favor, and answer my previous question? Are you Xyxer?" With this said, he awaits for the man's response. Already prepared to accept his possible death, though he would not give up without attempting to take the man with him...into the eternal abyss.

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He continued to wield his ANBU sword, ready to strike should the opportunity be needed. The male however, revealed his name which caused a slack in his grip on his wrist.. A few memories flew past him as he recalled the name and the face related to it, which was confirmed moments after by removing his mask. In Xyxer's mind, the removal of his mask was a sign of surrender and so he did not have to bloody his hands this once.. He allowed his hand to no longer abuse the pressure point, instead holding the wrist weakly. He nodded.