Ringing [Ashur, p, nk]

Kozan was in his room, deep within his own thoughts. Nightblood was really tiring him out, and he needed something new and powerful if he was to defeat the raikage. True, it was certainly true that he could rely on Ashur, but what if he was alone? It was good to think about the worst of a situation. What if he had to face someone at the level of the raikage... alone? Then, he'd be in trouble for sure. In that case, he needed to search for a place within his mind that would give him another blade. Nightblood was good, that was for sure, but from what he had seen, it was not the right tool to be fighting the raikage with. No, he needed something with more penetrative power. Ignoring the sword's protests, he sent Nightblood back to its plane. Now, how would he best go about doing this? Hmm, well... 
Thrusting his hand out, he summoned the bland sigil blade from his dimension. Best to go about this the simple way, he thought. No armor, no strong weapon, just the tablet, just the template, just the blank slate. The sigil blade was this template, and it was the key to the rest of his dimension. He closed his eyes....

And when he opened them, he found himself in some kind of... genjutsu? No, this wasn't a genjutsu. This was his mind reacting to something else. He remembered how his aunt had been. This was something similar, but it wasn't a bad thing. Where was he? That wasn't the moon he had been used to seeing. Was he in some kind of other world? Was that where this illusion was taking place? He looked down at himself... nothing seemed to be wrong. He was standing in the middle of what looked to be a giant cult pentacle. 

"You there, step out of the magic formation!" Errr, what? He looked down again. So this was a magic formation...? He walked forward, uncertainly. His bare feet made the sand underneath him crunch. Wait, sand? Was he in the middle of a desert? No, this was.... 

As his eyes became accustomed to the night, he realized that he was on a beach. Next to him were two jerk bags, wearing red armor. Hey, that wasn't bad, he thought. Red armor. It looked kind of cool, but what did it mean? Hmmph, oh well. He'd learn soon enough.

"Welcome, kid, to the infernal plane. Who knows why a weakling like you was sent here, but you're here. Now, wait on this beach until tomorrow night. You are not to make a sound. Ask no questions, and don't speak up... or don't blame us if we're merciless. This is the infernal plane, where we all hang between life and death. You talk, and we tip that balance for ya."

Huh, well... these guys were clearly stronger than he was. Also, Kozan didn't want to die, even if this was just a dream. But what did this have to do with his armory? There must be something. He looked at a nearby tree, and found that it was just a normal palm tree..... from the moonlight, though, he could tell that it wasn't green. Wow, what the hell?? This infernate plane, or whatever the hell it was, was really interesting. Beneath it, he saw a calendar. 

It was then that he noticed the date on it. Hey... this had been tens of thousands of years ago. So, this was what had happened. He had been sent into the far past to meet one of his ancestors. Still, the fact that people in this dream treated him like a normal person rather than as an observer was really fucking strange. He felt himself drooping... and when he woke up, he was back in the real world. 

Huh! Well, enough of that. He had a mission coming up, and needed to go train. He should probably also work on his coordination with Ashur. Hey, speaking of which, why not go out and meet him? He knew where he lived, and since he got his roof repaired, he should probably go and apologize about what had happened last time. 

Sauntering out of his residence, Kozan realized that he couldn't stop thinking about that infernal plane bullshit. Exactly what was it? And where was it? From the wording, it probably wasn't an earthly thing, but that's as far as Kozan's experience went. He didn't want to fuck around with the higher things of science. What was most interesting was that the moon... it had been purple, and the sea had been alight with what must have been starlight. That was really weird, though. Also, those two jerks with red armor... who had they been? Kozan was so bewildered that he hadn't noticed that he had passed Ashur's house until he bumped into a signpost.

Hey, what the hell? He needed to pay more attention next time. Still, he let out an exasperated sigh as he made his way back up the street. Well, whatever the case, he would figure out what kind of deal was going on with that dream later. As of right now, he wanted to show off his new body and its powers to Ashur.... even though Ashur's powers were basically the same. Hmm, now that he thought about it, it wasn't really that impressive, now was it? To someone else, though, it might be. That was what counted. 

Walking up to Ashur's door, he knocked. At least he didn't come barelling through the wall like he had last time. Ugh, what a terrible thing to do. Even Kozan didn't want to crash people's houses unless it was like part of a mission or something. Even then, why not just go through the door? To be fair, the message he had sent Ashur last time was one of some urgency. At any rate, there he was, standing at the door, waiting on his friend to answer it.

[WC 1002]

Ashur heard a knocking on the door as Kanshi, his adopted son, was watching some kind of weird kids show at a ridiculous volume. Now it could have been child protection services to keep a 16 year old boy from having a 7 year old sitting around his house, but Ashur was awfully good at uh hiding the body persuading them. He could remember the run down adoption center like it was yesterday, the disgusting smell of hopelessness and the slight tinge of desperation. With his eyes widening, he thought this might be Kozan. Man he had been sitting around trying to teach Kanshi how to fly and use ninjutsu the entire time instead of worrying about the Raikages mission! He scrambled to get on his gear as Kanshi rolled his eyes at him.
"Ashur, are you going out again?"
Ashur ruffled the kids head and whispered yes. Hopefully, Kozan wouldn't hear a seven year old boy talking or the blaring of some kind of bad kids show. Maybe he could show Kozan his new found weaponry abilities? The boy jumped slightly and drifted through the air towards the door without wings anywhere to be found. He landed with his gear in hand and opened up the door ready to see what kind of weird kid it was today. Once the door opened, you could get a clear shot of a seven year old watching some kind of colorful television show, Hikashi's things laid out on a separate bed, and a wingless Ashur at the door. Ashur smirked awkwardly once he saw Kozan and made sure to close the door as quick as he could behind him.
"Oh, hey Kozan, let's go train for the Raikage."
It would be very obvious Ashur had no wings at all as the boy began to want to show off how much stronger he had gotten since he last saw Kozan.

[317]

It was apparent that Ashur wasn't going to open the door for him within the next five seconds, so it was rather convenient (or was it?) that whatever ancestral force that Kozan was being dragged by was now pulling him back into a vision. Welp, there wasn't anything he could do about it. Hopefully, he wouldn't be standing there like an idiot when Ashur opened the door, that would be really embarrassing. Still, it was no surprise to him that the vision picked up exactly where he had left off... or kind of. He had now woken up on that same sandy beach, during what looked to be a violet sunrise. Wow, this really wasn't earth, was it? No, whatever this "infernal plane" was, it certainly was NOT the real world. Well, that was fine. Those two red armored jerks were still standing there. My, what endurance. They certainly were stronger than Kozan, which he resented a little. It was at that point that a large metallic dragon with translucent glass sides came down. Through it, Kozan could see.... tables and chairs? What was this, a flying metal restaurant? This place really was weird. Still, he marveled at how it was able to move as a metallic thing. After all, as he well knew, metal was really dense. 
A door opened in its side after it landed. Looked back at the two red guards, he could see that their faces were filled with kindly derision. Huh, they were still assholes. Still, it wasn't like he could kill them. There was a line between bravery and stupidity. He was not really eager to cross it, so instead, he took note that the trees around him really were otherwordly. These weren't earth trees at all, he thought. So much for hoping that this would be a normal experience. 

"Step into the metallic lifeform." Simple and short, huh? Just like them. Still, this thing was a lifeform? As far as he knew, metal couldn't be alive, but then again, there was always Nightblood. It could be said to be alive... so was this thing similar to Nightblood? Could they have come from the same place? The metal definitely wasn't the same, even though it was the same color. Also, was one of these red jerks his ancestor? He didn't see them wielding anything particularly important to him, so he assumed that they weren't. Still, he had to wonder...

He stepped into the interior of the metallic lifeform, noting that it was cooler and more conditioned than the outside. Good, he didn't want to be sweltering in here for his whole journey. The door closed by itself behind him, further cementing the idea that this was some kind of lifeform. Still, it didn't seem to be THAT smart, otherwise it might actually be capable of speech. Walking into the cabin, he sat himself down at one of the fantastic tables, leaning his feet onto it. Ahh, relaxing. Still, he had to keep in mind that this was a vision. He had to be constantly on his guard for assholes that might try to possess his body, if there were any. Like his aunt. Though, to be fair, he doubted that there were any. He hadn't been bugged by anyone since he had learned the execution by kiss technique. What a time THAT had been... now, he would probably have to train with Ashur again, which was all well and good, but he still felt a bit nervous. Oh well, stresses like this between two people who were close would disappear over time. Not like scars, which didn't. 

Hey, and what do you know, there was ANOTHER red asshole on this ship. Not literally, Kozan hadn't felt inflamed down there since he was a two year old kid. No, by that, he meant that there was a jerk with red armor entering the cabin. How many of them were there?

"Welcome to the Infernal Realm." Oh, hey, he was just a tour guide after all. How nice, he'd actually get some info on this place. Well, then, time to settle in and enjoy the ride, he thought. 

"The infernal realm is a place where experts abound, and it's nothing like the material plane that you came from. Most people who come from material planes die within their first year or so, so it's alright if you don't last long." Wow, this asshole really was encouraging, wasn't he? Kozan had no plans to die within his own vision, so he kept on keeping on listening. "The infernal plane has five continents, each of which stretches over millions of kilometers." So, this place was much, much bigger than the normal earth. That was good to know, that meant it'd take a butt ton of time for him to get anywhere. 

"Despite its great distance, the infernal plane is easy to cross with the help of metallic lifeforms like these." Huh, well, these did seem to be really fucking fast. That was good, it looked like they'd finally be getting to some civilization soon. 

And with that, Kozan woke up. As he did, he saw the door in front of him move. It looked as if time in the vision and time in the real world didn't quite match up, kind of like dreams and how they worked. Well, that was good. The more time he had in life, the better, even if it was dilated as hell from some kind of dream state. 

"Oh, hey, Ashur. Yeah, let's get going." Kozan was too pre-occupied to notice anything within Ashur's house, though no doubt he had weird secrets that were going on. Kind of like Kozan's bodies and legs! That thought aside, though, Kozan stepped away from the house and started heading toward the training grounds. "I've made a bit of progress with that technique I learned last time. I'll switch bodies when we get to the training grounds." Heheh... Kozan was excited. He would finally get the chance to show off just how much he had improved.

[TWC 2012]

(Oh boy it's this kid again.)
Ashur heard the Garuda speaking to him in his head as he was delighted to get right to the point. He quickly followed behind Kozan to the training grounds, juggling kunai through and out of his summoning gloves for the fun of it. Had Ashur not had one of the gloves, the kunai would probably jab right into his palms. With an entirely new passion with weaponry and the will to learn more large scale jutsu with ninjutsu. Suddenly, it hit him. He could show Kozan all the practice he has been doing on a fairly special jutsu involving wide spread destruction. Maybe it wasn't right to let a kid be able to do this, but heck if Ashur ever could care. When Ashur heard Kozan say he was going to switch bodies, he stopped his juggling and stored the kunai in his gloves.
"You mean you are actually going to possess someone? Is this like some kind of forbidden jutsu?"
He looked at Kozan trying to make casual conversation as he tried to remember the hand signs to his massive jutsu.
(Ashur, it might be a good idea to maybe try it out somewhere else.)
Ashur ignored the Garuda once again and finally remembered what the hand signs were. He pointed off into the distance as he smiled at Kozan.
"Look a tornado!"
He quickly weaved the dragon, ram, tiger, and dragon hand signs and felt excited to make a tiny tornado. With a loss of his chakra, his body spiraled air around him violently into six tornadoes all 15 meters away from him. He stared, gawking, as the tornadoes moved around ripping up houses off the ground. Screams can be heard from a distance and Ashur smirked a little.
"Wow, I am actually picking up houses! This is amazing!"
(For the sake of everyone, use handsignals to direct the tornadoes to a more ideal location or just end this jutsu before you kill too many people.)
The Garuda was speaking good advice this time as Ashur realized how much damage he did to the village by accident. He pointed over to the training grounds and the tornadoes began to move towards it as he made a little girl scream in delight.
"This is awesome!"
More screams came from the distance as people lost their loved ones to Ashur's stupidity. Ashur really just wanted to destroy the whole village, but he ended the jutsu to maybe keep from being traced back to it. He looked sheepishly forward and pointed to the training grounds.
"Let's just, uh, leave before someone realizes I did that."
Ashur moved ahead acting like nothing had happened, but deep down he absolutely loved what he had seen. The mass destruction he caused had probably wounded or even killed many innocent people, but killing a single spy by hand made him contemplate humanity. Ashur's morals were all screwed up.

[489/806]

He was honestly glad that Ashur was following him. He almost sighed in relief as they made their way toward the training grounds. It also seemed like Ashur didn't fully comprehend what his technique could do, yet, but that was fine. There would be time to show off in a bit. What was the most interesting thing was that at this moment (before Ashur started doing weird things with tornados), Kozan's vision began to blur around the edges, and his perception of time began to slow down... by a lot. Well, it seemed that it was vision time again. Kozan prepared himself...
And found himself exactly where he left off. He was still in the cabin of that giant metal thing, talking to what seemed to be a kindly guy in red armor. Right, what was it he had said last time? This was the infernal realm, a place where powerful folks were as numerous as the clouds in the sky, right, right, he'd heard that before. What he wanted to know was where the hell his ancestor was. Somewhere in this infernal place (hoho), he had an ancestor that had some kind of weapon he wanted to get his hands on. Naturally, Kozan was a little worried that he might be on one of those really big continents and be hard has hell to track down, but knew that this wasn't how visions usually worked. No, if he knew how apparitions like these worked (and he knew them well), they'd lead him right to where he wanted to go. All he had to do was just play along... and wait.
The only thing that bothered him now was who these red armored guys were. Was the red a symbol of some kind of cult? Kozan didn't trust cults. They always did strange things, and were hard to control once they popped up. He remembered one time when a rather nasty cult had popped up in the Kumo mountains, and the things they had done to the people they had kidnapped were quite ghastly. Something about a dead prophet waiting to rise from the oceans? While Kozan had no knowledge of things Lovecraftian, he knew that delusions like that were dangerous. As such, he didn't really like cults. However, he was going to find out pretty soon exactly who these red guys were. 
"We, the members of the Redbud Army, hail from the Redbud continent, and are the force and hand of the Redbud Sovereign." Kozan had the impression from the tone of this guy's voice that he was proud to be in this army, and that this Redbud Sovereign was something like a god to them. Well, that was fine, he wasn't here to get in the way of that. He was just here to get his sword and get the fuck out. After all, he had a training date with Ashur (no homo). He didn't let his impatience show on his face, though. He didn't want to piss this guy off.
"Anyways, we're headed to the Bloodridge continent. There, our forces will join the Bloodridge Army in their war against the Jadefloat and Starmist armies." Wow, so there was a massive war going on here? Considering how big these continents were, Kozan assumed that these wars were quite grand in scale, even greater than any of his own world's... uh, "world wars". Well, at any rate, he nodded, pretending to understand everything that was going on here. The soldier laughed, a cheerful sound in contrast to the rather boring fog outside. So, this was a really weird world after all. So much fog...
"Once you get to the Bloodridge Continent, you will have the chance to join any of the two armies there. It'd be really cool if you were to join ours, though. It would sure give me a lot of face, hehehe...." Hmm? Was his ancestor in one of these armies?

"Tell me more about your army." Kozan spoke quietly, hoping to get a good answer out of him.

"Ah, our army in the Bloodridge continent right now is led by Lord Vortigern, who wields a divine artifact sword of the same name." Vortigern! That name struck Kozan like a bombshell. He didn't know how, but he knew that this person must be his ancestor. He resolved that when they landed, he'd join up with the Redbud army and try to get as close as he could to this guy. The moment he laid hold of that weapon, his armory would naturally claim it across time and space, so he knew that he had to try his best. If he failed, well, he might not get a second chance. The mental shock he had just received, though, shunted him out of the vision. Well, that was fine. 

As it happened, only half a second had passed in real time.

"It's not a possession thing, Ashur." He spoke, not giving any sign of what had just happened to him. "I basically switch to a replica of myself that has different elements and jutsu. It's kind of cool."

To his astonishment, though, Ashur was already weaving handseals before they even got to the training grounds. What...? He raised his eyebrows as Ashur began to move tornadoes around the village, picking up buildings, people, pets, and plants alike. So, wind techniques could reach a level like this? Not bad, he thought. Maybe if I get a chance to bite Ashur in the next few hours, I'll get these cool tornadoes too. 

"Yeah, let's get out of here." Rather than leading Ashur to the nearby training ground that had just been run over by a tornado, he led him across town to a different one. This one hadn't been quite as destroyed, so Kozan felt good about it. He just hoped that the visions would be over with quickly so that they could get on with things.

"In a few days, Ashur, we should go attempt that mission to fight the raikage together. I don't know what he's capable of, but he's strong as hell, so we need to practice our hardest."

[TWC 3034]

Ashur was lead to a different training ground as he was amused by how godly he felt. With a happy, optimistic smile, he wanted to do every jutsu he had in one go just to show Kozan what he was capable of in hopes of the favor being returned. The boy felt strong, strong enough to kill at least half a village. The Raikage's call to arms was now a opportunity to become greater than ever before. He was going to bring his divine will upon those who wanted to harm Kumogakure one step at a time. In his ignorant state of teenage invisibility he heard Kozan speak something that pulled his self confidence out from under him. He did a double take to see if Kozan had actually been serious and felt unsettled to see it was. Ashur felt strong, but imagining a fight against the Raikage... gave him the shivers.
"Kozan, you can't be serious. I know we may feel strong and all, but the Raikage? The guy who took this village up on his shoulders and doesn't even have an anbu corps known? I am pretty sure the Raikage is a one man squad of anbu at least in one single jutsu alone. What kind of godly powers does he have if I can turn to a fucking demigod at Chuunin?!"
Ashur panicked slightly before remembering how fast he was progressing in power. Could the Raikage possibly take on two deadly ninja that could alone destroy every last brick in the village? Maybe there was hope if Kozan was just as strong or even stronger than Ashur. The boy began to think of all of Kozan's weaponry jutsu before getting a "I am going to explode the entire village someday" smile.
"You know what, why not? You can teach me what you know about weaponry and maybe I can try to teach you something new. I recently got pretty good with swords than I used to be, I bet we could beat the Raikage with careful teamwork and dedication."
With this, Ashur pulled his sword from his gloves and immediately wanted to train till his legs gave out. He pulled the sheath off the sword and felt the speed boost as he put it away. Ashur remembered the only thing he really had going for him, raw speed and flight. He was ready, ready to slice through anything that stood in the way of him getting stronger with every passing breath. A few months ago he could barely take out low level genin and now he planned to fight the Raikage with some edgy kid who seemed highly skilled with swordsmanship. Ashur's fast paced life only got harder and more extreme by the moment, but he was just mad enough to keep up with it all.
"Kozan, can you teach me how to fight so the possibility of us even thinking that the Raikage stands a chance becomes zero?"

[492/1,298]

Arriving at the training ground, Kozan turned to face Ashur. Wait, what was he saying? Was he really overestimating someone who had destroyed the previous dynasty of kages? He remembered what his aunt had said about autism, but quickly cast that thought out of his mind. No, Ashur was right. He couldn't know what the raikage could do. However, he had just said that he was going to go scout out the raikage for himself, so they would have more information the next time around. However, he needed to put some sense into Ashur. After all, they had a better chance than he thought.

"Think about it, Ashur. We're preparing for war, and he's short on ninja. Do you REALLY think he's going to kill us at this stage? If he had more people in his army, then I might be a bit scared. But if you think about it, there's a good chance we won't die from this. Besides, there are two of us. Even if we're still at a disadvantage, if we practice hard enough, we can definitely get through this."

It wasn't often that Kozan gave inspirational talks like this, but he felt like it today. He didn't like a scared Ashur, since that would be bad for training and combat. Still, as he finished, he felt his perception of time slow down AGAIN. Whoo hoo, he thought. Fucking great, back into vision land. He was getting a little tired of this shit, and just wanted to get his damn sword and get on with his training. But, he also knew that in order to get this weapon, he had to bite the fucking bullet and go through the vision. Nightblood had been different... he had received Nightblood in a way that he didn't like to think of. 

Anyways, as he was sent back into the vision, he felt and heard a quiet impact. So, the metallic lifeform had landed?

"I'll sign up with your Redbud Army." The kindly red armored jerkface laughed in delight. 

"Sweet, dude! Follow me." Kozan did, heading out of the metallic lifeform and out into the infernal realm. To be more precise, Kozan now knew that this was the place called the Bloodridge continent. It didn't look nearly as foreboding as the name would have it seem. It was actually kind of quiet and rustic in this area. Hey, why WAS it called the infernal realm anyway? There wasn't anything infernal about this place at all.... except, Kozan thought, the moon. He looked up at the sky and saw the violet moon. That... wasn't quite right, was it? Well, whatever. The color of the moon wasn't his business. Why it was that way could be left up to the egghead scientists in this place. Still, was there really a science around this time period? Kozan knew nothing of the infernal realm, and even less of what happened in this era. The infernal realm.... where experts were like the clouds in the sky...? How odd. He'd never heard of it.

"Our troops are stationed in the domain of the Four Great Divine Beasts clan, within the Skyrite Mountains. It's a pretty neat place, hard to attack and shit." This guy was seeming less and less like a jerk and more and more like a nice tour guide. Still, Kozan didn't trust him. If he so much as slipped, Kozan would try to take his legs. He didn't want some guy with red armor killing him, even if it was just a stupid vision. They reached the base of the mountains, where the red armored guy called out for something.

Kozan took this moment to ask a question.

"Why couldn't we just fly over? We had a metallic lifeform, right?"

The red guide laughed.

"Right, but... uh, the air here has soul fog and a gravitational field on it. After all, we don't want the enemy flying over either, right? The triple colored soul fog would be hard for even me to get through."

Triple colored what now? Was this like neapolitan clouds? Kozan looked upwards, squinting. Yeah, it actually was a sort of neapolitan ice cream fog hanging high above the mountains. Well, so much for a good sense of professionalism. This Redbud army was weird as hell! As they began to go into the mountains, Kozan found himself looking at Ashur again. Ah, the vision had ended, and literally only a quarter of a second had passed in real time. Good! He hadn't wasted anything, then.

"Oh, so you got into bladework? I guess I could teach you some useful techniques, then. You're definitely fast enough to learn them." Yeah, he had witnessed Ashur's speed before, but this was just an estimate. After all, attack speed and movement speed were two completely different things. He'd learned this early on when playing around with his katana (that he hardly used anymore). 

"I can't guarantee that we're going to win against the raikage, even if we train our hardest. He's got more experience behind him. However, I think I have some ways to make it easier for us. In a bit, I'm gonna go get a new eye implanted in my head, and then I should have better combat reflexes. For now, though, I think we should stick to what we know. So, swords, huh?"

With that, he requipped Nightblood, the sword responding joyously in his hands.

Hey boss, he said. Can we kill Ashur today?

Kozan ignored Nightblood. It was basically like a brat, always pestering and whining. There was no doubt that it was a good sword, though. It had served Kozan well so far, and he had no intention of ditching it. 

"So normally, I'd start with the basics, but fuck that shit. It's easy enough for you to figure out on your own. Let's start with this."

Kozan turn away from Ashur and swept his sword in a horizontal slash, sending out a rupture technique at a bamboo patch. It sliced right through, causing the entire cluster of bamboo to crash to the ground. 

"You see how I did that?"

[TWC 4054]

Ashur heard Kozan's inspirational speech and got goosebumps all over his body.
(Don't! Please don't Ashur!)
He looked at Kozan as he saw the sheer amount of faith this emo kid had him in. Does Kozan know what I can really do, he wondered. The thoughts of showing him a speed so fast it could very well set back him in time gave Ashur a deeper inspiration. He had speed, lots of speed. Ashur so desperately wanted to show Kozan his true power, but the village still needed to stand for at least till the Raikage's ass was kicked to another dimension entirely. The more he thought about it, the more combinations came to mind. His favorite was abusing the Garuda's power and body flicker technique to move who knows how fast! More chills flew up his spine as he swallowed a deep anticipation to beat the shit out the Raikage.
(Ashur, I will not be part of this!)
Ashur knew he was stronger than the Garuda by a long shot, he knew he was stronger than maybe everyone but Kozan. He took a deep breath as he wanted to show Kozan what kind of powers he possessed. Mountains weren't good enough, he wanted to destroy every building in Kumogakure and ensure no more spies ever dare set foot here. As he came back to his senses, he realized the Raikage possessed some kind of greater power. The two godly children versus an effing kage, how hilarious life his was getting... it was awesome. He heard Kozan out as he saw the sword that ended two spies in the boy's hands.
"Kozan I want to break time. I want to go fast I break the fucking fabric of time, because then the Raikage would have no hope of winning. What is the eye you are talking about, is it Jason Hyuuga's eyes?"
He smirked at Kozan talking about skipping the basics, just what Ashur wanted. Ashur activated his dojutsu to get a better look at whatever it was Kozan was going to demonstrate. A wave was sent from Kozan's sword just like his had Aunt had used and it made quick work of some bamboo. Ashur smiled remembering this was going to be way easier than he thought.
"No hand seals and a fairly simple technique. I am amazingly proficient in wind, chakra infusion, and I have been using this sword in almost every fight I get into. Let me do attempt number one."
He built the chakra easily into his sword as if he had done it millions of times and swung it violently towards another few stalks of bamboo. When swung, Ashur made a one meter long blade that was also a quarter of a meter wide. It seemed to be much more dull than Kozan's and had a bit of trouble making it's way through more than a few stalks of bamboo. Ashur looked at the bamboo aggressively and imagined the Raikage before him. With the face of a burning desire to become something better than he ever was, he accomplished the jutsu nearly perfectly on his second attempt. He made a five meter long blade that was half a meter wide that made quick work of the rest of the bamboo. Ashur looked at Kozan and smiled.
"What's next?"

[553/1,851]

Break time? He really needed to get this idea of "autism" out of his head, but Ashur was making it hard for him. Break time? What kind of nonsense was this? He almost wanted to just spank the kid right there, but realized just how weird that was. Anyways, there he was, standing there and trying to get a sense of what Ashur was trying to say to him. Breaking time... moving really fucking fast?

"Look, man. I don't know shit about 'breaking time'. All I know about is waving around hunks of metal like this one." With that, he waggled Nightblood slightly, the sword inwardly giggling as it went. Fucking great.

"And yeah, the eye WAS Jason's. Now it's mine. I'm thinking about giving one to you." So, what? It was almost like he wanted Kozan to respect Jason. How lame. What reason did he have for respecting a lame ass guy like that? None whatsoever. Traitors deserved no respect. So, Kozan wasn't about to give him any. In fact, there was still contempt within his heart. The guy hadn't even lasted a second, and had been completely incapacitated by the power of Nightblood. He was so weak.... he wouldn't have been ready for the war to come anyways.

What was most interesting, however, was just how quickly Ashur had learned the rupture technique. That was really fucking good! Had he been practicing before this? Knowing Ashur, that was really unlikely, but he was... an unusual kid. Still, that was some really fucking fast learning. Hmph, he thought. His aunt must have used it on Ashur when he had been out of his mind learning the execution by kiss technique. That was fine too. They wouldn't have to waste time learning this thing together, then.

"So, the wind element should have a basic enhancement technique, kind of like how the lightning element does." With that, Kozan would use said technqiue, the lightning crackling over his blade as he raised it for Ashur to see. This wasn't too bad, he thought, though he knew that the flying swallow technique was even better. Still, the numbing from lightning was pretty good, he thought to himself. 

"Try making something like that. If you learned the rupture technique so quickly, this should be easy for you, right?" Okay, he wasn't REALLY testing Ashur, he was just trying to stall for time until the vision came back. He wanted to get his hands on this Vortigern sword. What could it do? Was it sharper than Nightblood? At this, Nightblood began getting antsy again. 

Oh come on, boss, the blade said to him. No sword's better than I am! I'm the best, right?

Kozan kept ignoring it. Even if it was a blade of the highest quality, it was always good to have a versatile armory. After all, with only one sword, how could he even think about keeping up with the raikage? No, that was fucking impossible. Or at least, he'd know pretty soon. 

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Ashur began to realize he might have become a little bit too self-inflated after seeing that breaking time might just kill him if he could even do it. Hearing about getting one of Jason's eyes, made Ashur feel way better. He imagined some kind of heat ray shooting from his eyes and seemed to barely care at all for what happened to Jason.
"What do Jason's eyes do besides see clearly?"
Ashur was killing it with the insults today just like the four spies. When the Garuda fused with him, he seemed to be able to see a bit better that those four deserved every second of what they got. Throwing them in prison was sparing them at this point. The boy looked at Kozan in anticipation for what was next. He was ready for something that wasn't just him enchanting his sword again, but it seemed that was what the next one was. He saw Kozan's sword become covered in lightning, as interesting as that was. After hearing Kozan talk once more he smiled at how these jutsu were all so... small scale to him.
"Yeah, this looks easy, really easy. I have to chakra infuse every feather for every feather release jutsu and wind is my best element, so this should be a cake walk."
Ashur closed his eyes and concentrated on his sword with all his might. He first started by slamming chakra into it to increase the power of the chakra infusion gradually. With a breath of wind and more reserves of his chakra shot in, the sword began to look like some kind of tornado was surrounding it. Ashur opened his eyes as he struggled to keep the sword in his hands.
"Yikes, too much."
The sword flew out at an outrageous speed from his hands and nearly cut a kid's head off as it slammed through a house. Ashur walked over and picked it back up, awkwardly.
"Once more should do the trick."
He could see it now, he could see the village in flames from a Raikage not worthy of protecting a single person. The wounds over his body as he tried for whatever was left of the village as Kozan would probably be breathing heavily. In his mind, the Raikage might have never even taken a single hit but the village seemed to be nothing but ruins for some reason. As his mind raced through what the future was like to him, he saw it was all or nothing. When they fight the Raikage, he couldn't do stuff like this. Ashur knew that this can't happen in fights if he wanted to live to see whatever tomorrow laid after that. The Raikage, the one who sat around twiddling his thumbs as he sent two inexperienced ninja to kill a bunch of spies, the one who turned right around to take those kids into some kind of army, deserved death to Ashur. The village was a crap hole of corruption as the Raikage sat around and did who knows what. The village would have be born a new, Ashur wanted to bring his divine judgement upon such a demon. Remembering his will to make the world better, he concentrated hard on his sword. He was going to break every lazy bone in the Raikage's body and explode the entire village so nobody would have to live through any of this. His burning desires came over Ashur and he concentrated hard on his swordsmanship. 
Imagining the Raikage sitting before him, he breathed a godly mix of chakra and wind into his sword was trying to contain it all. He was used to explosions with his infusions so this was a bit harder for him. As the sword was nothing but an extension of his arm, he made the blade much more powerful than it had before. He saw the controlled wind coming from the sword as it was his chakra breathing through the bastard sword. Upon getting it to a slightly controlled point, he played around with the amount of energy going in and out slowly. After concentration and a bit of strain, it seemed he got it to the perfect point. The boy smiled and then ended the infusion to start it again within the point of power he remembered. It seemed he did it perfectly this time and he looked at Kozan with a smile.
"I did it! This one was a bit harder than the last one, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is training ourselves to dust to take down this lowly bastard."
It was childish for Ashur to not even question why Kozan was planning on fighting the Raikage. The boy just assumed it was to get out of what the Raikage wanted them to do. Could it be for the Raikage's power, his weapons of destruction rumored by many? What kind of power can lie in simple swords and shuriken, Ashur wondered. Before he continued down his thought process of guessing what was next, he realized he could show Kozan something a bit fun. Ashur jumped in the air with his still infused sword towards Kozan and then just slowed down to a stop in the air. There was no wings, only just willpower and divine energy manipulation inside of him alone. Ashur defused his sword and would look down onto Kozan from 3 meters above.
"I can fly without wings now, pretty cool right?"
Ashur began to make swimming motions in the air and seemed to just move smoothly around with no hidden strings. There were no wings to support him, only his clan's energy alone. The amount of energy built inside of him from the divine energy began to wonder if the Raikage could have something similar.  Ashur was hyperactive and excited to do something this big. He loved fighting, even though it used to pain him. At first it was to defend himself against others, now it was for the joys of adrenaline. Every heart beat in a fight, that was Ashur's passion. Fighting was some kind art to him, some kind of game to him. Death was never an option anymore, he felt much too strong for that. The fool could never think that there are those with maybe triple the amount of power than him. With a delighted smile, Ashur flew down to the ground, ready for whatever was next.

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