To Kirigakure while drunk! (travel)

Ashur decided it would be best to go to Kirigakure, but that could have just been how drunk he was. Either way he walked over there barely, and began to scratch more bees off his arms. The alchol made him violent. He was ready to kill on sight. (24 hour wait ^w^)

(52 Words)

Takeo had much to do in his spare time. One of which was to explore the village, something he took great delight in doing. It was after all a lovely place. The giant wall of eyes the watched your every movement, the people in rags being rehabilitated to love their new leader. And then there was the outside, the fields of spikes decorated with the ones who had rebelled against the system. Takeo did so enjoy the view, even though it had thrown him off at first. It was quite an interesting sight to behold, one of the wonders of the world perhaps.

It was his all seeing eye that caught sight of the odd thing out of this lovely village. A villager in the outer ring, one not dressed in rags and not being forced to change their ways. His eye tracked the movement of the stranger, which was quite honestly not right at all. They were obviously under the influence of something, Takeo knew that much. During his time as the gate guard of Tengakure he spent many a moment drinking to his hearts content, so he knew the tell tale signs of being intoxicated. He watched the male walk through the village, and using the powers of common sense Takeo understand that the boy was making his way towards the village gates. So he decided to go and see what was up, he didn't want someone to accidentally walk into a spike now could he?

So by the time Ashur would have reached the gates to go on his merry way to Kirigakure, Takeo would already be stood there. He held up his hand, giving a slight wave. "Yo, you sure you want to be going out when you're like that?" He questioned with a slight smirk across his face. It'd been awhile since he had dealt with a drunk, he wondered how Youka would react if he was forced to use..extreme measures in order to deal with them. The boy would be about twenty or so meters away from Takeo at that time. And well if he continued to walk on he'd deal with that when it came about. He silently hoped that the boy did continue on, it would be fun.

[Stopping le exit]

Ashur looked over at over at this man telling him if he wanted to go out like this. Ashur could only see the cloud changing colors rapidly and decided he might want to stay out of the outside from the creepy crawlers that lurked outside. He knew he shouldn't have had that shot of tiger's blood, but he wanted to be cool. Now he was looking into the eyes of someone who seemed fifty times stronger then he was. He knew he was pretty much fucked in all accounts, and decided to just enjoy himself. He pulled out his pokeball, and got Brandon to do all the talking for him by a press of a button. It took a few tries to press it for Ashur, mostly because he was too drunk for any of this right now. He watched as the pokemon appeared, and became horrified of it. He wondered the beast was.
"Ashur, What the fuck?! Are you drunk? Ugh, and who the hell is..."
The talking frog looked over at the man, and saw he wasn't an average joe.
"This good looking guy? My name is Brandon, and this is Ashur. I am awfully sorry if he did anything to you while he was drunk, just please, he is only an average child getting into some trouble. I will be sure to give him a good talking to."
The frog put Ashur's arm over his shoulder, and began to walk with him towards the man.
"I am very sorry for the damages, and Ashur is too. Isn't that right Ashur?"
The ninja simply saw that this man was now part horse, and that this weird frog wanted to kill him. This seemed normal to him for the circumstances given.
"Y-y-a-h."
The frog sighed, and began to make his way back to the village angry at the child. He hoped the man would let everything go, and just accept that the boy was only 13 and probably not a ninja.

His milky white eye took it all in. The presence of a boy before him, far too pathetic to live. He had seen what Youka was trying to achieve here. This person before him, they were obviously not suitable to be living in this village. In fact, Takeo believed that they were not suitable to be living in this world. His hands twitched, itching to do what they had done in the past. It would all be over soon enough. There was no tell tale sign that Takeo would perform any action, at least not to the boy who was clearly off his face on some sort of alcohol. To those of the more astute nature they would perhaps notice the black mark form on Takeo's cheek, a sign of the technique he had developed so long ago being used.

His chakra would rapidly increase, lightning chakra flowing through his body at a rapid rate increasing both his chakra levels and his physical abilities. He would make no move yet, as there was still more for him to do. Now it would be around this time that the person would be beginning to pull out their 'pokeball'. Takeo's would smirk, sensing the obvious attack from a mile away. Were they really going to try and fight them? He was glad, in a way it would make it more entertaining. And Takeo did so enjoy it when they tried to fight back. It reminded him of the times when he fought Haru back in the day. Watching the weak try and work their way around his superior power almost brought a smile to face his and a tear to his eye. It was quite beautiful.

So, it would proceed as follows. As the boy was playing with his balls or rather ball, Takeo's newest technique would have activated. Instantaneously, several chakra structures would form in a circle around Takeo. They were around the length of a senbon, though slightly thicker and coming to a sharp tip. Eighteen of them in total would appear around him, although for this Takeo would only need around ten of them or so. By the time the boy would reach the second to last attempt before proceeding the strange frog like creature it would begin. Four thorns were shot forth, rocketing individually outwards towards their respective goals in particular.

The speed was around that which Takeo could run when under the influence of Redan, which is quite impressive. Far beyond what the drunken fool before him was capable of tracking on a good day, let alone while hammered. It would be as his finger was about to press on the button, the moment in which his life could have been saved by the frog doing the talking for him. What difference half a second can make, if Takeo had reacted half a second slower then maybe he would have been able to call off the attack at the appearance of the weird thing. Unlikely, but maybe. The four projectiles if they found their mark, would strike precisely through the boy's body. Two through the shoulders, two through the kneecaps. The force of the four thorns hitting him would send the boy off his feet, the thorns sending him in a short flight backwards with them. It would end when his back would slam into one of the open gate doors, the thorns digging into the structure and effectively pinning his body against it.


Surprisingly there was little blood, likely because it had pierced straight through the bone and avoided any veins and arteries that could've spelt death for the boy. It would be this time that the boy might have become aware of his predicament, although not for long. The true effect of 'The Fear' would come into play as six more thorns would shot forward. Takeo didn't feel the need to subject the boy to a specific Genjutsu, figuring that seeing their worst fears would instead be better for what he was doing. The first two thorns would likely hit their mark, piercing straight through the feet of the boy, pinning his most likely flailing legs tightly against the gates.

It was at this time the fears would start. The boy would suddenly sober up, finding himself subject to whatever he feared at the time. So most likely, it would be this very moment relived over and over again. Images of Takeo approaching the boy, slowly cutting through the boy's arms and legs until he was nothing but a rolling torso and head on the ground. Due to the nature of the genjutsu, the pain would be felt by the boy, this being relived repeatedly as all of this happened.

The final four thorns would arrive at this stage, going through the elbows and the wrists of the boy to effectively crucify him against the gate. As this stage blood loss might become a problem, so Takeo decided to carry things along. He would approach the boy, who would probably be trying to thrash about wildly in order to escape the cutting off of his limbs that he was seeing while under the influence of The Fear. "It's a shame it had to end this way." He said when he reached the boy. His right hand moved upwards towards the boy's face his index and middle finger hovering in front of the boy's wide open eyes. "Alas, they don't look all that precious." Takeo muttered with a hint of sadness, "I doubt I'll have a use for them unfortunately." As he said that his fingers would jab forward, his finger nails digging into the boy's eyes. Not wanting to make this drag on longer than it had to, he decided to activate his favourite technique.

One Way Road would activate, the bubble of chakra instantly appearing around Takeo. The result was obvious, the chakra extending from his fingertips and crushing the boy's eyes into the sockets. He pulled his hand away, his fingers remaining clean due to One Way Road being such an amazing way of keeping clean when doing things like this. "First the eyes, so you won't wander towards the gates when you get drunk again." While he spoke at a normal level, the boy would hear the voice booming in his ears while he was experiencing his limbs repeatedly being sawn off, as if God himself was punishing him for his mistakes in life.

"Then, in order for you to not be able to taste the disgusting thing that is alcohol again." Takeo continued on, flicking the boy's jaw for a moment. To the innocent bystander, who was probably not watching because honestly they would likely have run off awhile ago, it was nothing more than a harmless flick. However to the boy, who luckily for him would be oblivious to the pain due to still being under the genjutsu, it would be as if his jaw had been hit by a bijuu bomb. Multiple loud and disturbing sounds would be heard, the sounds of the bone shattering as One Way Road essentially destroyed the boy's jaw. "That was not part of that, I just needed to get your mouth open, savvy?" He explained, his voice light and cheery as he went about his work.

With the boy's mouth now hanging wide open, his hand went to a weapon he had long held dear. One of the blades of Bararaq Sei slide into his grip, and with a swift flick of the wrist, the boy's tongue would be sliced split down the middle. "Cutting out your tongue is far too mainstream." Takeo commented, placing the blade in between the slit that had been formed. "Shockingly enough, I'm not a fan of the mainstream." As if on cue, lightning chakra coursed through the blade. The feeling would be much like being tasered on the tongue, though Takeo wasn't aware of the feeling because he was moronic enough to try it. Although he had eaten lightning before, so he imagined it was like that but worse.

Seconds past, the tongue being fryed by the lightning as the boy's body would spasm about as wildly as it could. Once the stench of it had become far too much for Takeo to handle, he would pull the blade away. Leaving the scorched remains of the boy's tongue hanging there. "Oh, I suppose I should stop you from eating food that's bad for you as well huh?" He went along, flicking his finger against the boy's teeth individually, each of them cracking and breaking off as did so. "Mouth dealt with. I suppose I could leave you like this now." Takeo said, stepping back and admiring his work.

"Unfortunately, it has been just so long since I've done this." His hands joined together, a hand seal being formed for a brief moment before separating. Takeo shivered slightly, it had been so long since he had used the blades of lightning. It brought back many fond memories, ones which he relived quickly as the lightning blades formed themselves from his fingertips. Good times, better times, back before he had become the Tenkage after Denkiteki and Shinji had abandoned the village. He smiled, fondly remembering them. The sounds of the boy's body hitting the gate brought him back to reality.

"I think I'll call you, Youta the second." He said, a savage grin appearing on his face. He flicked his wrists forward twice, the blades of lightning doing what they were made to do all that time ago. Takeo's skill with them hadn't grown dull it seemed, as they found their mark easily. The blades cut deeply through the boy's upper arms, slicing cleanly through the muscle, bone and flesh of the arm to cut the limb's cleanly off from the main body. If not for the fact that they were pinned to the gate, the arms would have fallen and landed cleanly on the floor with a loud thump. Unfortunately the satisfying sound wouldn't enter Takeo's ears. Oh well, he could always do it again. Two more flicks of the wrists, and the blades would find their mark by carving themselves through the thighs. Unfortunately, it wasn't as clean as it had been with the arms. Likely due to not having used them in awhile, it had only cut about three quarters of the way through the legs. "Lucky you, you get to keep them." He commented, although as he did he moved the blades on his right hand forward and turned his hand to the right, the blades cutting through the remaining part of the leg attached to finish the job of removing it from the boy. "Changed my mind, you get to keep one."

The deed was done, it had been surprisingly clean. It had also proved satisfying, it had been so long since Takeo had been able to let out his bloodlust. Not since his days as a Chuunin in Tengakure had he been able to have fun like this. "Thanks for the lovely time." He would say with a smile, everything he used deactivating as he wandered off. There was no doubt in his mind that the boy would bleed to death, or maybe he would die from shock due to the pain all hitting him at once when the effect of The Fear wore off? Who knows, who cares?

Now all of this would have happened as described above. If not for the fact that while the boy was getting out his pokeball, Takeo's all seeing white eye would spot a bird flying high above the village of Kumogakure. Now Takeo did like birds, causing him to become rather distracted for a moment, during which time the frog would have been summoned from the ball. Oh, the frog complimented him..that was strange. Whether it had been from fear of Takeo or a genuine like for his appearance he was unsure. Most likely the former. "Takeo." He replied with his own name when the frog introduced the pair of them.

With Takeo's ego now inflated due to the compliment by the frog, he felt no need to sate his desire to rid the world of a pathetic human being. "There was no trouble, the boy seemed to have lost his way though. Best you keep an eye on him in the future." He said, allowing the frog and boy to walk back into the village or whatever they were doing. "Back to sightseeing I suppose." He would say with a shrug, he too walking back into the village to go look at other things.

[Exit]

TWC: 2101

Claiming +1 Ego Point

The frog stared at the man saying his name, and seemed to be happy. The ninja was leaving them alone, and he couldn't imagine the fight between them. They would probably out number him or something. Ashur looked over at the man leaving as well, and part of him died inside as if he had been stabbed. Something about the last words made the frog shudder. He felt like running away to a hospital or something for safety. The man went back for sightseeing and Ashur was carried back home by Brandon. They both knew leaving the village might take some more power they didn't have. Those kinds of people don't deserve to exist, they look as if they would throw you against the wall and beat you up!

(Leave Thread)
"And now Ashur knew his lesson, Never forget to read everything slowly, and never leave Kumogakure unless you are willing to write out the full word count."