She'll be coming around the mountain (P/Nk/Kozan)

Ashur wasn't exactly one to let others do the fighting for him.
"KOZAN! IT'S TOO LATE!"
Ashur shouted out as the man began to grab his fan. He felt frustrated with this moment, and decides it was time to go! His clone quickly unraveled a frog clone scroll, and Brandon went for another punch in the stomach of this man.
"Hehe, your frog is hilarous."
The punch went right through the man and the Brandon clone was thrown into the back of this guy.
"You can't multitask, can you?"
Brandon had this man in a full nelson right before the man was going to make Ashur into ribbons. The Brandon clone winked at the real Brandon, and the real one reatracted his fist. He then slammed a kick into the guys stomach as Ashur began to wield hand signs.
"Hey Kozan, you might want to watch yourself. This is pretty much my best skill."
Ashur smiled, keeping in mind the fat one was distracted. He then saw a peculiar blade as he began to form feathers into a ball. It seemed almost as if it was darkness itself! Ashur finished with a rat hand sign and his big, flashy ball of feathers was pushed with a gust on wind.
"Take this you bastard!"
The feather ball came flying towards the man as he flew off the side of the mountain mid air. The man was still being held in a tight grip and was unable to get out. The clone looked at Ashur and waved as it dispersed. The ball moved at an alarming rate, and on impact made a very sizable explosion of 20 meters diameter! Part of the camp was completely vaporized in the consuming expansion, and the real Brandon laid completely inside the explosion without a care. This would have been surprising to most, as it seems the explosion was going to burn alive. After the explosion was over, Brandon began to gather items as Ashur shrugged off the battle. The frog then deactivate truly toxic, and the purple aura went away.
"Hey Kozan! I killed him!"
Ashur waved with a smile like a child accomplishing something like learning to count past ten. He then watched as an inspiring wave of dust sweeped across the ground from the winds of the explosion.

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Used: Kaboom
401/530
Used: Truly Toxic For Brandon
175/250

Too late? Yes... it was too late. Kozan had chosen a path in his time of need, and now there was no going back. He closed his eyes, smiling slightly. To think that he thought he was capable of doing anything without his bloodline... how full of hubris he had been. No, he needed power like this. And not just to attain some goal, but rather, to just hold on to his life. For without requip, he would probably be dead in a few seconds. Yes, you're absolutely right, Ashur, Kozan thought silently. But not quite in the way you think.
He noted that the big man's skin had split. So, his flesh wasn't really all as durable as he made it out to be. That was good. Success, in that case, was assured (not Ashur'd, you crazy person!) for him. As the enormous man rushed toward him, probably hoping to flatten him with his sheer mass and strength, or something crazy like that, he flipped his grip on Nightblood and plunged it into the earth, point first into the soil of the mountain. Beneath it, he could feel the tip of the blade digging into the rock beneath.
Now, Nightblood... he thought, giving the blade some of his chakra. Breathe!
The smoke suddenly stopped, then streaked out, now a black miasma-like aura of chakra. There was a slight keening sound in the air as he did this, and the two men in front of him widened their eyes, their hands suddenly gripping the backs of their heads before they fell to the ground, unconcious. Ashur, if he remained within the range of the aura when it appeared, would also be affected, though not as much as the other two. The symptoms would be a dull, aching pain in the back of his head, and swimming vision, paired with motor impairment.
This move being successful, he would stand, his white hair shifting slightly as the blast of dark chakra still emanated from the blade. There was a solemn look on his face, as he knew that there was now no turning back from his fate. Naturally, this would all be done before Ashur started to weave his handseals.
Assuming normal progression, Kozan would speak.
"Should we kill them, Ashur? Such people aren't fit to live."
Feed me...! Nightblood was practically pleading with him now to stab those two men with it. What should he do?
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short post is shit post]

Ashur breathed out, and felt like he had just gotten hit with a baseball bat in the head. The boy felt the full effects from the sword Kozan was using and just assumed it was an enemy genjutsu.
"Kozan, they are using genjutsu on us. Watch out."
Ashur smiled, knowing he had done his part, or at least he thought. Out of nowhere, Kanzo burst from the ground and did a heavy uppercut Ashur. The boy was launched upwards, with his eyes towards the sky and wasn't expecting this.
"You nasty brats and your flashy jutsu and items. I would never die to the likes of you."
Ashur instantly wrote this off as just Kanzo, and began to think about the dust cloud. Now he knew it! He had seen the same cloud used by a genin who wanted him dead! He weaved a horse, monkey, then followed with a bird hand sign as he remembered and hoped this would work. He then coughed out a dust cloud to cover the area, but sadly Kozan and the other missing ninja would be stuck in this as well.
"Fuck! This is why I can't have nice things."
Ashur began to feel annoyed as this massive cloud would suck away 20 ap per post, cause violent chocking from everyone inside, and their eyes would be filled with dust causing massive irraitation.
"Kozan, get the hell out of there!"
The wind user was quick, and blew away the cloud in seconds with his fan. Kanzo then looked into Ashur's eyes annoyed.
"Fight me with honor for once...."
Ashur felt embarrassed, and decided it was time to finally get rid of this little shit. He then got his sword out that his frog picked up for him. Brandon went up behind the wind user, and both were at close range.
"Phase 9."
They both said this at once, having their battle plans in set phases. Brandon began to do very quick and precise combat as Ashur began to do graceful sword slashes. Kanzo turned right, and now had both of them on either side of him. He took out two katanas and began to block the attacks with a great deal of effort.
"Is that all you guys got?"
Ashur heard this and smiled. He jumped backwards as Brandon went in for the neck of Kanzo with a heavy right blow. Kanzo was forced to block with both swords and had his back towards Ashur. Ashur quickly weaved a bird hand sign, and waved his hands. He then made multiple blades of wind then combined them into one large blade of wind, and threw it towards Kanzo's neck. Brandon would go for a kick into Kanzo's shin and force the man to liquefy part of his leg to avoid the attack. Kanzo had no time to react to what he hadn't seen as the blade of wind went through his neck. Death was instant, and his head went flying forward with the blade of wind. Ashur watched as the man fell onto the ground, dead, and felt this was morally right. The realization that he knew this was right to him, was something demonic almost.
"K-k-kozan, I killed him."

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[I killed him for real this time xD]

-Learned Dust Cloud (3,000/3,000) (I am not done training though :P)

Kozan could only watch as the thin man was beheaded with the sheer force of Ashur's wind chakra. Wind... the element that countered his own, lightning. As much as he had tried to develop something else (mostly because Aunt Misaki's affinity was also the lightning element), he simply could not. It appeared that in this case, he'd be at a loss against Ashur, solely on the basis of elemental factors. In that case, he needed to train himself more in swordsmanship. It seemed to be his forte, after all, and he was about as good with it as Ashur was with ninjutsu... maybe.
He stopped the miasma, the black smoky chakra settling down and merely flowing over the blade slightly, like a thin haze surrounding it. Lifting up the sword, still point-down, he would plunge it into the fat man's now somewhat muscular forehead, skewering him through his cranium. That would most certainly kill him; the very sharp blade having no trouble sliding into the man's flesh and through his skull. The man's frontal lobe would now have a nice sword stuck in it. Well, not a man. A corpse, now. that was for sure. And what a hideous example of a corpse it was.
Kozai sighed, sitting down on a nearby rock. Looking up at Ashur, he spoke exhaustedly.
"Well, what a start to the mountain trip. I hope things like this don't happen regularly out here. It could get very tiring very quickly, I think."
He'd send Nightblood back into requip, the sword disappearing with a brief and benign flash of light. The cursed blade had been quite elated to slay someone, and was now oddly quiet. Well, that was one way of making it shut up, he supposed. Even if it was a tad extreme, it did make sense.
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Ashur gathered up his things, and began to just sit in awe of the monster he was. He never wanted to be a killer, but something felt so good about it all. After all was cleared up from the battle, Ashur stood at the camp site and saw the body of the fat one.
"I really feel like if another group shows up, we will be fucked. I was only able to handle this battle because of well placed wind slash. Anyway, lets set up the tent and get the fire started. Hopefully, no more idiots show up and cause me to use any more chakra. I feel like I used around a fourth of how much chakra I have! I am exhausted!"
He began to get out parts for a tent, as Brandon looked at Ashur with sorrow painted over his face. Ashur, being with Brandon for a few months now, looked over and knew something was up.
(Ashur, I have reached my limit. I can't get any stronger psychically.)
Ashur's eyes widened as Brandon said this telepathically. This was an outrage to the boy, he wanted the frog to progress with him further.
(Brandon that is bullshit and you know it. I don't give a shit if your body has reached it's limit, you need to find more strength through any means. I mean it. You have untapped potential in you that is limitless.)
The boy and the frog looked at each other as if they were in argument, except this was all through each other heads. Ashur, then looked over at Kozan and smiled.
"Hey Kozan, want to hear about a great trick?"
(You fucking Bitch Ashur, don't do this.)

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-5 Ap for familiar's telepathy ability

Sighing and hefting his pack over his shoulder, Kozan felt as if he had wasted enough time on this trip already. If they were actually going to camp and enjoy themselves, then providence had better not send another pair of assholes in their direction, to put it one way.
"Good grief. You're right, we need to get set up already. Don't wanna be caught out here on the mountainside by some wild beast... or worse." Once again, he would scowl in the direction of Dragon Ravine. His mood had soured slightly now that he realized that he had broken his promise to himself and used Nightblood in a fight. Did that mean he'd have to travel to the Ravine next? No... that was asking for a death wish at his power level. In fact, even if he got much stronger, he doubted that he could take on the monstrosities that lay within the gorge.
He began unpacking and pitching his tent; slightly slower than Ashur was doing it. So, if this had been a race, he would have lost by a few seconds, but that didn't matter. He had pitched his tent fairly well, so he was satisfied with it. It wasn't something like physical performance, in which Ashur far outclassed him.
At this point, he noted that Ashur had asked him a question. A trick... right out of the blue? Very well, he'd humor his friend. He sat down in front of his tent and nodded at Ashur.
"Go ahead; I'll sit down and catch my breath." He wondered what they were going to do with the two dead corpses... let them lie there, their biomass eventually to migrate (somehow) to the Rot Fields? Who knew what was up with Kumogakure these days... oh well, it kept the village safe, and that was what mattered.
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"Okay, so Brandon walk over there."
He pointed to a spot on the ground pretty far out of whispering range, and Brandon sighed as he went over there.
"Kozan whisper something completely ridiculous in my ear. Anything."
He went close to Kozan, then saw he had just finished pitching a tent. After Kozan would whisper something, Ashur would be immensely immature.
"Hey Kozan, you were pitching a tent earlier."
He chuckled to himself, then would look over to see Brandon smirking while rolling his eyes.
(HA! I got him good!)
Ashur would say telepathically to Brandon. Some people weren't born for the ninja world, and Ashur was one of them at this point. Ashur would then wait for the laughter to die down, before he would repeat to Brandon telepathically what Kozan had said. Brandon would then shout out what Kozan had said back to him, and Ashur would smile.
"We have telepathy."

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-5 Ap for familiar's telepathy

Kozan whispered, "My aunt is evil", before returning to his cross legged sitting position. It was the first thing that had popped into his head, but he knew that unless Ashur really knew a lot about him, he wasn't in any trouble. At Ashur's somewhat skilly quip about the tent, Kozan would raise an eyebrow.
"Isn't it obvious? I don't have anyone else to do it for me, so who else would have to pitch it?" Indeed, there was the simple fact of the matter. He was the only who could have possibly put it up in the first place, so Ashur's statement was made ever the more obvious.
"Anyways, cool telepathy. How far away can you two maintain that connection?" The question was asked more out of curiosity than anything else, Kozan having never seen an ability like it before. Communication between minds was something he was a little wary of, as a combatant and as a person who liked to keep his mind to himself, but it seemed that it was only between Ashur and his amphibious partner.
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Ashur already knew the answer.
"Up to thirty meters away from each other. It works like a phone call, except we send out only what thoughts we want out there and we actually can feel how each other are feeling. Brandon right now is highly inflated to be able to do such an ability."
Ashur snickered to the frog, and the frog flicked him off.
"Yeah, and Ashur is feeling awkward for sending Jason Goka to prison."
Dead silence drowned them for a few seconds unless Kozan spoke. Ashur blushed, and felt awful.
"I am sorry, Kozan. He just used to be one of my friends, and it was right in the moment, but I don't want to be seen as monster. Brandon feels awful for what he said, and now wishes to stay silent."
The frog looked at him Ashur oddly, and shrugged. The frog cared a lot for Ashur, since they were pretty much inseparable. Ashur looked back, feeling like he just killed a child with his words.
"Ashur doesn't want to go against or oppose the Raikage, because he finds the Raikage to be horrifying yet interesting."
Brandon looked at Ashur and smiled. He was working on breaking the silence.
"Okay lets stop this! This is why we can't have nice things, Kozan."
Ashur watched as the clouds above began to cover the area, and a single raindrop landed on his forehead.
"Kozan, it's raining! It's raining in Kumogakure! What happened?!"
He began to look with a smile as all items were now stored away with him, this gave him a good idea. He took off his gloves, and handed them to Kozan.
"Here try drawing the items from them and putting them back. It is quite amazing!"
The rain began to wet his hair, and he looked happy to have such a thing grace his presence. Just then, his chakra began to go into the storage compartments he had been creating inside of himself.
"We should really go soon, the rain is pretty bad. Let's do a mission in a few days!"
Deep down Ashur felt great fear of the spies he thought were lurking. He felt like breaking down into a ball, and hoping the rest of the world would fade away, this is why Brandon remained silent through most of the training session. He knew the very thing inside of Ashur that was tearing away at the poor boy everyday since that awful day with Jason and the other one.
"Ashur, I'm sorry for ever mentioning Jason, that was rude and uncalled for. You know I can feel what your feeling as well, but yet you know my thoughts exactly. We are just an infinite conversation without words, aren't we?"

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Wow, that was a fast answer. It looked like they knew their own abilities pretty well. That meant that Ashur had played around with this quite a bit with Brandon. How was it like, sending your thoughts to someone? Did telepathy transmit exactly words, or emotions and implied meaning? Urgh, he didn't know. He only could really talk to Nightblood, for what good that did him (none, by the way). All it could do was spout sentiments on how amazing it was to slice up evildoers, and how mean Kozan was, keeping him restrained all the time. Silly crazy sword, he didn't need to entertain it.

But why did Ashur feel bad about putting Jason in jail? Sure, maybe they had interacted in the past, but since Jason had committed such a crime, how could it be possible that he'd feel bad about it? Kozan blinked, shaking his head slightly.
"Why would you been seen as a monster for doing what's right? Your 'friend' went against the village, so of course, he had to be put down." Like the dog that he is, thought Kozai. He laughed inwardly as he thought about the limbless boy now in the clutches of the Kumo prison. He had already been rectally violated, no doubt.

Externally, however, he kept his calm. No need to get Ashur upset over his condescending attitude towards some other people.
It was then that he felt the rain. Before Ashur could say anything beyond the "rain in Kumo" line, Kozan would sigh and stand up.
"Guess the weather has ruined things a bit... no campfire for us tonight. Good thing my tent's waterproof..."

As he was offered the gloves, Kozan shook his head.
"It's getting late, and the rain's pouring down. If you like, I'll check them out tomorrow. Well, good night..." and with that, he ducked into his pleasant tent.
[TWC 4235]