Night of the Ironborn

So this is how it would be then, another coming to take advantage of it. Wanting it for its power as the man began to charge, a crazed battle cry, wanting a good fight, and death should it be able to deliver it upon him. Very well then, the creature would oblige in this instance. For as always, winning meant it’s freedom, and defeat meant it’s imprisonment. As the man came within forty meters, a thick, purple gas would come forth from the beasts mouth, and begin to radiate outward within a fifty meter radius. Expanding into a giant orb of gas that would obscure the Rokubi from the vision of the warrior charging toward him. Of course, it would do the same for the beast too, but it didn’t need to aim it’s attacks for the most part. For none of them needed to be aimed. The beast itself would hold its ground. For it was far too large and slow to keep up with the faster, more nimble warrior. Once the acid cloud was expelled, the beast would call out. “Come then little warrior, come into my cloud and II will grant your wish and kill you for my freedom. Perhaps tales of your death will dissuade others from attempting to capture me and my kind.” It would say, anger in it’s voice as it remembered the years of imprisonment. It finally felt the earth beneath it again, it could roam wherever it chose, and only one obstacle stood in its path.

It wouldn’t lose.

Not to this little man, it would kill him. Dissolving the warriors corpse into nothing before leaving to find a home. A place it could hide, a place it could defend. Thoughts of it’s desires drove it now, and Saiken began to charge chakra within its mouth, gathering the energy to release an attack it hoped would kill the man who when the beast last saw, was charging toward it. Whether or not the attack did kill him or not wouldn’t matter. For this attack, even if it missed, would certainly leave a mark upon the land.  The acidic gas at this point would begin to dissolve everything around the beast, eating away at anything the land held. Rocks, corpses left behind from days gone past, trees if any stood within the radius of the gas cloud, and the warrior if he wasn’t careful.

As the ambar eyed warrior shortened the distance between his intended, he’d bare witness to the sudden cultivation of chakra as a purple gas would relinquish itself from the mouth of the beast once being 40 meters away from the foe. It would prove to obstruct his vision instantly upon release, though he still moved faster than the spreading gas itself, and due to the massive size of his foe he’d be capable of pinpointing the beast until the gas neared its full form as an orb. Though the beast would have zero knowledge of what Kutari would be doing as it immediately blinded itself due to the perception of the gas and it’s flowing density. As the gas was omitted 50 meters above ground and would be intended to reach said level, he’d have ample time to go about his actions and set the stage.

Having already been using his assassin abilities and continuing as such, Kutari would suddenly be enveloped by his mystical armor Ayasaka as he used his chakra augmentations to bolster his strength to jump into the air directly towards where the beast’s head resided. Keeping a diagonal trajectory, he’d soar through the skies at a speed of 205 with the quickest route to his destination, Ayasaka having already coated his body during flight. Kutari would fly ahead as the bijuu remained unknown of the events taking place as it relinquished its vision upon Kutari so easily.

His armor would protect him from the oncoming gas as well as disintegrate it while passing it by at a speed of 205, however his opponent would still be oblivious to what was transpiring due to his own faults. As his foe remained completely still and oblivious while having control over his own altitude and direction, Kutari would meet the enemy face to face much sooner than his foe would complete the orb of gas as they had to cover an entire 50 meter radius with the corrosive formula, and certainly before it began to charge it’s chakra.

Having a straight shot reminiscent of a bullet, it’d be unlikely the bijuu would even be aware of Kutari’s presence prior to making contact, if that an extremely close proximity. With the lack of detection or indication from Kutari’s prowess and the speed in which the gas must conclude disintegrating, Kutari would cut through the gas as he aimed to arrive directly within the epicenter of it’s head shape to win the battle.

The beast was severely long being 100 meters, however width wise it was subpar at best, from it’s base being a max of 50 meters. From the distance of it’s base/feet up to it’s head the monstrosity would shrink in size, it’s head so much as being 15 meters wide or so from the epicenter. Therefore, as Kutari paved his way through the gas to the beast’s skull, Ayasaka would have a vast influential range to disintegrate the beast at 280 power and doing so with a speed of 205 and defeating the foe upon contact due to the severe amount of damage upon contact and following. Attempting to connect with his foe using the gas as leverage for a surprise attack, his opponent would be incapable of noticing the man successfully as during his flight the gas would continue to expand to completely blind the slug’s opticals in the hazardous mixture as it shaped into an orb.

If successful with his attack, Kutari would collide at an angle with the beast’s skull just below it’s eyes as it disintegrated the area 5 meters in all directions from his position as he flew; due to the deconstructing nature of Ayasaka along with the momentum of his flight and inferior durability of the beast’s skin, he’d prove to obliterate the path ahead leaving a sizable hole drilled within it’s head. Though Kutari would aim to stop his attack once reaching the epicenter of the beasts skull, who likely if taking this damage would have already been defeated and unconscious from such critical damage. The berserker would relish in bloodlust as his crazed eyes looked to show the challenging monstrosity his overwhelming strength, be it through his typical disturbing antics.

Now within the beast’s skull, Kutari would face his head to the side of direction he was flying towards as he used the “flooring” below him as a safety net for the mass amount of momentum he’d produce by planting his feet, as he opened his mouth to spew a vast vortex of water - so long as everything went according to plan - from within the beast’s skull at a power of 195. It would have a speed of 120, with a diameter of 10 and length of 20, and those looking from outside would notice shortly a massive splurge of water erupting from the beast’s head leaving behind a mass crater that would surely end the battle with him as the victor.

As he initially faced the direction that still had more ‘brain mass’ to destroy as it wasn’t where he entered, he’d start the vortex facing that way and arc his head in a curve to essentially perform a vertical bisection on the skull itself, his head moving to reach the crown of the beast as it went on to where he initially began to bestow a vast amount of damage to destroy his opposition’s chances of retaliation. As the vortex had a diameter of 10 and length of 20, he’d be capable of accomplishing this wide attack due to the fact the vortex had a maximum range from it’s creation of 50 meters, reminiscent of a machine gun being unloaded in a horizontal fashion to cover a greater amount of range than a focused point.

With these attacks being incorporated, he’d wait to see how his opponent handled the onslaught already being defeated solely by Kutari’s entry - the desecration of the area around throughout his transit not helping the situation whatsoever - the bisection he’d carry out within the skull would be overkill though beautiful within his eyes. The Shinobi waited in anticipation to see his plan take place and where to begin to augment it to perfection.

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The beast would expel the gas outward as planned, but that was the only thing that occurred that would. Once it’s vision was obstructed, a risk it had chosen to take, and one it shouldn’t have. The great slug would feel a displacement in the air of it’s acid, similar to how one can feel the displacement of air in a fog so thick you can’t see through it. As it began to ponder this, certain that nothing could survive within it’s acid, the little warrior connected with the great beast. A scream of pain would normally have erupted from the beast, has it’s head not just been burrowed into. It would have died from that strike alone, but the little warrior wasn’t done yet, and a great torrent of water would obliterate the bijuu, utilized from the inside it would tear the beast apart from the inside out, water, and slug guts scattering everywhere. Even before it could begin charging it’s follow up attack, before it could even speak.

The form of the great beast would disperse, becoming nothing more than a great mass of chakra in truth now, the energy native to their world present in a strong geyser of power. It would reach up into the sky, acting as a beacon of victory for the little warrior as it did. It could do nothing now, it couldn’t defend, it couldn’t attack, it’s consciousness of completely out of it at this point. It was completely, and totally vulnerable at that moment.

[He ded :(]

Instinctively, the wraith would begin to escape his residency with the sudden deterioration of the beast’s physical presence, indicative of his apparent victory. The gaping ravine displaying an overwhelming canvas of rushing autumn azure would delicately widen in an almost tranquil fashion, the chakra beast returning to its original form. Kutari would begin to descend from his high altitude seeing the beast withering away and being replaced by this overwhelming potency, still ecstatic with the pleasure he received battling such a monstrosity. Landing safely below with his jutsu inactive though senses still heightened for anymore oppression, though a refreshing chill would present itself as if the storm had finally passed. However, he wouldn’t relax as he still had business to attend to, only coming up with a sizable trophy for himself.

A distance away from the village itself, the corrosive gas would begin to alleviate itself and rise into the skies having nowhere else to go with no clear direction, it’s components remaining a curiosity to Kutari for the time being. He’d once again obtain eye contact with the village ahead quite some meters, though the crowd remained still holding their static forms waiting for their caretaker to return. Through the various stories and novels he read, alongside the common knowledge he researched for so long, Kutari knew the power of the “beast” that resided in peace beside him, alongside the overwhelming amount of strength it could bestow upon him. He admired the beast greatly, despite the battle short lived he knew it had a mystical potential in itself which could benefit them both. The conflicted warrior had been so bored as of late, his foes proving to be mundane in all their armored glamour, however this would be the first foe in quite a long time who proved to interest him. He appreciated the sensation he received battling such a wiseful enemy, and for once wished to learn more from another so passionately.

However there remained an issue, in order to go about the ritual to fuse the two together in harmony, he personally lacked the capability to do so. Once an avid interest in Fuuinjutsu, he went a different route and gave up his talents. However now he kicked himself for lacking such knowledge, frantically wondering how to right his wrongs and obtain what he desired. He’d look to the village ahead of him in disgust, feeling as if his only option at this point would be to request their assistance. It was clear he wouldn’t have to threaten them after displaying the power he held, and surely someone in the village had some aptitude for the sealing arts.

Raising his hands, he’d perform the shadow clone hand seal to present two clones by his side, one dashing ahead towards the village as the other stood by his side, waiting for the message to be relayed. In unison, the original and the clone dashing ahead would call out “ Kumogakure, you have been defeated as your remaining champions have fallen. Though I could be cruel and destroy your village, I haven’t come here with such intent, and am willing to spare you all for the time being. As I’m taking over this village, I expect you all to cooperate during this ordeal. I request a shinobi exceptional in the Sealing Arts to present themselves to me at this very moment and seal this Bijuu inside me. I’m clearly aware your village houses a plethora of specialities, including this necessity for untimely tragedies. Present your Shinobi now, and you’ll be spared today. Disappoint, and this will be your demise. ”

The clone would echo these words throughout the wasteland as he traversed the terrain ahead to the village before him, finishing his words in time to notify the front of the village and all those within its vicinity the returning storm, before grabbing one of the shinobi in the crowd and jumping through the area towards the village’s treasury, planning to enter it and obtain the values inside with the directions of his hostage.

Kutari would wait beside the bijuu’s remains idly for a shinobi to step forward, after saying the same words for those who were closer nearby. He knew nobody heard his name whatsoever or were capable from the village as he did so a great distance away from the village and a specific radius to where they were out of earshot, and intended to keep it that way. The clone beside him would act as the bodyguard in case something happened suddenly, looking the opposite direction so both could see a full 360 degrees in unison. The shinobi was beginning to get fatigued, but this would be the final stretch.

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"The land has not changed in the slightest but the stench of this place bothers me greatly. What about you Ku-," the male stopped short of asking the question to his still sleeping father figure who had been with him this whole journey. The trek was long and arduous yet it finally led them back to a place they once called home- Kumogakure. As Yaju began his descent toward the village gates, he activated his byakugan to see who all was on patrol or near the gates itself. It was odd for a moment that he had to pause. He could see a few to the side and in the direct path he was going, two very powerful signatures. "Never a dull day in this village...Wait is that?," to confirm his own suspicions he focused his vision to a singular point, the mass of chakra he knew too well. With a small sigh he deactivated his Byakugan and hoisted Kurisu back onto his shoulders," Hold on old man...," with a small crouch he began to quickly make his way over to the village gates.

As he came closer he would hear the male speak of his conquest, their champions gone and defeated. They had also been asking for someone who had specialized in sealing arts to come forth and seal the bijuu inside of them. An interesting proposal indeed, but if the village had indeed fallen then this was on them. Walking forward he would tilt the hat he was currently wearing backwards, allowing it to fall gracefully onto his back as he spoke," You are asking for someone advanced in sealing arts to put this beast inside of you? Well I offer my services. Not to help this village, but in my own interest in seeing what kind of person took over my old home," if the male accepted he would begin the sealing immediately. If not then he would wait until the male had accepted.

The conqueror would wait for only a few moments after his decree before spotting a man in the distance carrying an unconscious fellow who closed the distance between them, deliberately walking to Kutari despite just now hearing the words he spewed. A curious sighting to see one not originating from the village treading forward in a mysterious confidence. He’d turn to face the man who came off with seemingly no intent to harm, the day growing ever more interesting as time went on.

As if a magical wizard answering the call of a madman, the individual offered their services to bestow Kutari what he wished without a second’s hesitation, confidence and purity radiating from the man’s eyes. It was quite the curiosity, to have someone answer his call so soon, however Kutari shouldn’t be doubting the man’s true intentions at this very moment. For a lack of better words, he was desperate and in need of service, and in case anything happened to him and his consciousness he had the shadow clone by his side in preparation to pounce and defeat whoever stepped before him.

With a raised eyebrow Kutari would answer, “ You’re quite the interesting traveler. Be it a coincidence or watching the circus from afar to answer my call so humbly and with rapid succession, I must admit I’m taken dumbstruck and skeptical. Though I accept your offer and appreciate it greatly, however I hope this isn’t some sort of method this village believes will be effective in neutralizing my life. ” Kutari would add the end out of pure paranoia, having activated minds eye of the kagura before the man began to speak in order to test their truth and coming to the conclusion they weren’t lying, years of betrayal and abandonment creating such a possible scenario despite the evidence.

The Uchiha would eye the man one last time before unbuttoning his suit and shirt, refusing to ask questions about his companion for the time being, knowing where he wished to have the seal itself placed, “ I’d prefer for the seal to take space atop of my heart. ” He’d display the seal location to the man, waiting for him to go about his business and seal the beast beside him. The bond he shared for the beast possibly revitalizing a feeling he’s been experiencing for quite some time, beginning to now grow once again with the beast’s emergeance. His clone would wait quickly beside for any sudden movements, a vulnerable moment indeed.

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[Don't feel like doing costs n shit, just assume its the same as my last post in whats being paid.]

A small chuckle would escape his lips as he crossed his arms and looked at the male as he spoke," Do not mistake me for these...children. This is not the Kumogakure I helped build and thus why would I waste my time trying to eliminate you? That wouldn't serve any purpose for myself and would only fill their heads with the thought of a "hero" coming to save them. With that being said," he would slowly make his way over to the male, rolling up his sleeves as he began making a few motions. When he was within arms reach he would move his right hand out toward the mass of bijuu chakra and his left toward the exact area Kutari had chosen for his seal placement. After a few moments the chakra would begin to flow through the seal in his right hand and into the seal being etched onto the male. A soft sight escaped his lips as he pressed his fingertips into position and forced the chakra into the seal itself, effectively sealing the bijuu into the male," With that the deed is done. You are now the host of a bijuu," stepping back a few meters he would wait for the next move of the male.

http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t31727-four-symbols-seal < used to seal bijuu

-100 AP
[2 charges of sage chakra stored within clothing]
(Will add new total if needed)

Kutari would listen intently to the traveler’s speech as they explained their cause while unbuttoning his shirt, learning snippets about the man’s origin and ideology. Pleased with the words he spoke and sensing a mentality that could prove to be stimulating during his time within this pitiful village, Kutari looked to the man with a slight gleam and respect. Despite apparently originating from a village himself, the man had a strong view of refusing to protect those he barely knew out of the kindness of his heart, and believed they needed to fight for their freedom. A man who refused to put his faith in a single leader to protect him from harm's way, dubbing such a victor as a hero in the sunlight that would answer all their problems. They would surely get along well.

As the traveler closed the distance to begin the procedure, Kutari’s heart would begin to vibrate excessively, a trait he barely recall ever experiencing upon his life journey so far. It was such a foreign sensation he instinctively assumed the man to be the perpetrator, causing some sort of unforseen attack that Kutari didn’t account for. However, as time continued, he began to see it was nothing of the sort, though something internal. A feeling he became unaccustomed to through time, an instinct pivotal to the human population, could it be described as fear? The abyss found within the unknown as his life would surely change upon creating this pact with the bijuu beside him, a fellow warrior that he found such a grand respect for he’d sign his life away to the monstrosity. The troubled teen would look sickly as the procedure slowly began, time sporadically halting and continuing in an unpredictable manner which only added to the male’s anxiety. As an assassin, the idea of the unknown was intolerable, the profession dictating having a sizable plan and various backups in case the main method of action proved futile, however in this instance it was clear Kutari had found his match and it scared him. Despite being aided by a random traveler who came off trustworthy, he questioned how his life would change after this important event to be had. Would he become a changed man suddenly, exude a greater amount of power, or die from the shock? The lack of calculations aided his deteriorating mindset.


Suddenly, he’d feel a cool hand rest upon his chest, having been so absorbed in his mind he’d come back to reality midway through the transaction. Looking down, he’d bear witness to the etching of the seal solidifying the blood pact he held with the bijuu beside him, the chakra beginning to cease to exist in the physical realm as it was transported directly into Kutari. Suddenly his nerves steeled themselves, getting a grip of the situation as he remained determined to see this moment through, the uncertainty of the predicament well on his mind though wouldn’t halt his pursuit to a higher realm of power. Within moments the Uchiha would tap into a vast amount of chakra he’d never believe would be capable of being contained in a single individual - it’s depths overwhelming to the sole Shinobi. Witnessing the seal coming to a close as the entirety of the bijuu was sealed inside the wraith, he’d remain speechless as his stricken face comprehended the mass levels of chakra that now was in his possession.

Petrified, he’d wait idly for some moments growing accustomed to this surge of power, a new space within his psyche having been cultivated to house the beast within. A hesitant whisper would escape the assassin’s cold lips, calling out to the abyss to witness some sort of answer, though none answered. It seemed the beast was still knocked out cold and needed time to come to. This wouldn’t stop the shinobi however, a slither of genuine compassion escaping his expression within the internal scenery as the massive beast would fester into it’s true form once again; an expression to which Kutari hadn’t produced in context with pure happiness in years, typically twisted or mischievous in its appliance.

Liberation would secrete itself from his person, having now reached a new plane of strength he never imagined he’d ever reach back within the facilities, and obtaining a worthy partner that he hoped would prove productive, “Bijuu, I don’t know your name or where your origin truly resides, however I hope in time you’d feel comfortable to do so. The previous hosts you’ve had may have treated you carelessly or as just another weapon, though I see you as an ally and worthy opponent. I’ve had a long journey and have lost much as many in this world have, I expect no pity or favoritism for these truths, though it seems in recent times my luck has begun to finally pick up. I’ve grown stronger, made irreplaceable comrades I’d go to war for happily and have already done so, and now I have you as well. Maybe with your presence these days will get even easier or worse, however it may be we’ll deal with them together. I thank you for the enjoyable battle earlier, and for the time being may you rest easy.” With the greeting and appreciation directed towards the bijuu he just battled who was still out cold but may be capable of listening, he’d escape back into reality once more.

Upon returning, a cynical grin would overwash the man that finally obtained the power he wanted for so long, laughter encompassing the terrain as the apathetic shell finally had something worth reacting to. He’d look toward the man who sealed the deal himself, the crimson in his eyes reflecting the giddiness of the wielder himself, “Your assistance is greatly appreciated stranger, truly a talented specimen and someone worthy of trust. Though I’m curious as to your origin and purpose here; based upon your wording, you’ve been apart of a previous Kumogakure, be it figuratively or literally. You’re quite the mystery and I’d wish to learn more about how I can help the one who’s made such a long journey here and supported me personally, especially with such…'luggage'with you.” Kutari would look towards the unconscious man referring to his last comment, though would continue on with haste, “However, this is no suitable area to discuss such important details, allow me to test this village’s ability to receive travelers and accommodate them properly. They seem a bit barbaric judging by this ghastly environment, though looks can be deceiving, I’d certainly know based on the battles I’ve had with their Shinobi.” A pungent stench would suddenly riddle itself upon Kutari’s face as he winced, thinking of the warrior he fought before and how disappointing it all turned out to be.

With his words with the man having been concluded, he’d expect the fellow to follow Kutari from behind as he went about buttoning his suit up again. Taking his victory walk towards the village, he’d pass by the corpses that were created not too long ago by the man himself, having the clone gather them in corpse scrolls before Kutari would send them into storage displacement for the time being. There’d be an excess amount of corpses to scrolls, so a few may have been left over that had to be stored without the scrolls, though he’d take care of this after coming into the village - the corpses in question not decomposing in such a short period of time.

The crimson optics of the criminal shinobi would look towards the entirety of the village showcasing themselves to Kutari like livestock at the gates, their fates haven’t yet to be decided. They’d wait patiently as he examined them over slowly, coming to his own conclusion of how to handle the village while doing so. He figured for the time being it wouldn’t hurt to attempt his plans for the area to produce quality shinobi, if Kenshin decided to destroy the place at the very least he could find someone worth investing into for his own amusement. For the time being they remained safe, though it certainly wasn’t guaranteed by any means, “Let me first start off by saying, my name to you all is of no importance. Do not consider this in anyway an attempt to save your lives, though I arrived and defeated the Shinobi who was conquering you all just moments ago, now I’m the one in charge. I have no interest for your personal feelings with this predicament quite frankly, you’re all weak after all, and the weak have little say. You’ve all simply watched outsiders of your village fight your battles or defeat your own Kage, informing me that you all lack the backbone and aptitude to be of combative use. The village system has failed you all as Shinobi and Villagers alike, having no comprehension for patriotic unity or jutsu fundamentals. Truthfully, this village is a joke and likely the worst I’ve seen so far.” The Uchiha would speak with utter disgust as he desecrated the pitiful village vocally, it being clear he was displeased with their performance. Wielding so many lives in ones hands, it’d be suicide to disappoint such an influential person, however Kumogakure seemed to do so in fashion as it made more sense why Kenshin rebuked the village in particular.

Kutari would continue with punctuation, reading them their rights, “Truthfully, there’s nothing stopping me from destroying this village and ending all your miserable lives with a measly flicker of my hand. Though...it seems you’re not lucky enough to be graced with such mercy, because I suddenly got an idea. Your previous Kage and “experienced” Shinobi have failed you all, though I suppose it would be premature to blame yourselves for their incompetence, hell they couldn’t even take care of themselves. So while I’m here for the time being until my associate arrives, you’ll be under new leadership. I will be your Raikage, and we’ll see under my expectation and curriculum if you have some worth, or simply cannon-fodder. Some of you in the crowd believe you have potential to achieve great things, and that very well may be the case, so prove it to me. This experiment is partially for my amusement and kill time, but also see if there’s any Shinobi here who could protect this village and challenge me. There’s going to be a great many changes here.” He’d openly preach to the village as they listened and paid attentively stood. He remained true to his word, knowing full well that they had little time to prove their worth before perishing, expecting Kenshin to arrive shortly once he learns where Kutari snuck off to. After a pause, he’d look around testing his crowd.

“I hope I made myself clear, you’re all on a tight schedule after all, and judgement day can happen at any time. Now...one of you please attend to the weary traveler beside me, he’s come a great way and should be received appropriately for his aid to your Kage. Help him in whatever he may need, I’ll see you shortly.” He’d refer to the one who sealed the bijuu inside him, knowing there was much to talk about with him at a later date, though wishing to be a decent host and play his role. “Also, someone to fetch my Kage hat around this wreck, I presume it fell while the child Kage was being assaulted by that tall man earlier. Hmm...how about the lot of you up on the wall? Come down here and kneel, I can likely put you all to good use. Once you arrive I expect to know your name and rank within the village.” The Shinobi of various shapes and sizes above the wall spectating the entirety of the fight earlier would be called to come down and present themselves to Kutari, waiting idly for them to come to their Kage’s call, otherwise there’d likely being vast consequences.

“For the time being, the rest of my subjects, return to your daily affairs until I call upon you again. This village will become something worth looking at, though for the time being I need to fully assess this disastrous situation. Now chop chop everyone, you only have a few seconds before I change my mind and destroy this place.” A smirk would tether itself onto his face as he greedily wished to test his newfound powers on someone, and seeing as there were a lack of quality in a single Shinobi, he may have to direct his interest towards the masses if they didn’t oblige.

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Claiming: Six Tails Jinchuriki and Raikage rank oof

Jiro watched the battle as his eyes widened curiously at what was going on. He bounced up and down, practically shivering with anticipation until the final blow. Then the man looked up, announced himself as their new leader. Jiro stepped out of the village when commanded.

"I'm Jiro Kyuketsuki," he proclaimed, bowing down. His red eyes met the Uchiha's. "I'm a med-nin. Let me assist you." 

He gave a wide smirk. His fangs flashed slightly as he did so. "I can show you around if you want me to as well..." He was bouncing again, blonde hair bobbing behind him. And then he added "I'm a Genin...but only cause the last Kage that took over had one of his bitches experiment on me and I wasn't allowed out..." He giggled at that. It was the sound of someone who was far gone. "But, now I'm free! And ready to get stronger."

He looked the new Kage over again. He was powerful, no doubt. "And I'm ready to serve you, Raikage-Sama." He got up and took a small step closer to the older male. His red eyes scanned him over slowly. He bit his own lip til he drew blood, licked it off. "Now let me check you over, Raikage-Sama." Well, maybe he was also a little 'hungry' and would not mind this man letting him feed. Or giving him someone to feed from. 

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