Making the tough call

Making the tough call:

Lamenting, a young shinobi stood in the center of a field two miles north of a small town just on the outskirts of the heaven village- thickened winds brushed across his ronin robes as he reached for the onyx katana at his left hip, his gaze drifting from his feet slowly up to the two abominations before him. "Its just like the last time.." He would say to himself as the deafening sound of steel being unsheathed drowned out his very thoughts and with his eyes now closed he would think back to the small town he and his partner saved from a science experiment gone wrong not even a week prior- two foolish chimps had made a muck of things and thankfully he and his trusted comrade were able to handle the beasts without bringing harm to them.. well in a lethal sense anyways. This situation was very different however. The two monsters that stood before them on this day were a threat to the small town responsible for their creation and the very safety of the ninja world, should they make it out of this location. "A needless, slaughter. Given the chance, they would have led a simple.. maybe even pointless life. Pointless. But. A life nonetheless. The Hoshimura closed his eyes briefly before opening them and revealing eyes with a white lotus imprinted in his irises, the pinnacle of his clan's abilities now active-his Kenseigan.

Looking to his left he would see his partner in crime, the stout and powerful Uchiha, Monsoon who stood ready to do exactly as they needed- the shinobi only required the signal to strike and everything would be set in motion. He knew not of his comrades thoughts on this mission specifically but understood that he too probably felt a great deal of sorrow at what must be done to complete this task- possibly less than the Hoshimura but without a doubt there would be some feelings of remorse. "We were able to save the smaller creatures.. but I fear these two will not have the same luxury Monsoon. The amount of nature energy that they draw in is so great that my eyes cannot fully grasp it. I imagine youre having an easier time doing so. But still, they can't be reasoned with and theyre growing more powerful by the minute. By my estimation, were just powerful enough to take them on one to one but if this draws out... I can't say we'd be successful." With a heavy sigh, he would take the hilt of his wakizashi that had been strapped to his right hip, drawing it with his left hand and gritting his teeth in frustration- his words battling to pass through the thin spaces that the pressure of his ivory rows  allowed. "If only those fools would leave these animals be. Its just like with the apes.. only the child meant no harm... Monsoon, the one to the right seems to be interested in you specifically. Kill it. We don't have time for mercy or to bide our time for that matter. Use lethal force and be done with it." Zraix would look to the creature on the left that would be his opponent before continuing. "Ill take the one on the left. It looks like hes wanting to test those chakra sabers out. So, Ill give him one last thrill before he meets his end. Its the least I can do." Only moments after he uttered these words, chakra would erupt around his blades, the chakra around his wakizashi taking the form of a battle axe three meters extended off of the hilt of the blade and the chakra around his katana maintaining its original shaping but also extending three meters off of the hilt. His robes flowed backwards in rhythmic fashion in response to the expulsion of this chakra, his jaw now relaxed and his expression emotionless- "Come." He said as he locked eyes with the beast, ready for whatever measures it had in store for him.

Resembling a monstrosity out of a child's nightmare, the beast on the right was orange with white stripes, its body muscular to an abnormal degree and its eyes almost human in appearance- it stood upon its hind legs as a humanoid creature would and it bore gauntlets made entirely of chakra that glowed with a red hue. Seven feet tall in stature the beast was nothing short of horrifying- its glare concentrated and its focus true, it stared down the Uchiha from a distance of ten meters as it licked its teeth and grinned with blood flowing from the corner of its jaws. The beast has feasted on some of the smaller animals that had been used for experimentation before the two shinobi could arrive to save them and it was clear that he was looking at his next potential meal and with its chakra fists raised to just below its jaw it squatted down before dashing at Monsoon.
The beast upon coming within 1 meter of the Uchiha would throw two left jabs at his stomach to open up his defenses and would follow up with a wide swing with his right closed fist to slam into his jaw all at a strength of 50. If this was successful and the shinobi was knocked off balance, the beast would reach for the burly neck of the Uchiha with both paws and grip with a strength of 50 as it exposed its fangs and dug them into his jugular ending their confrontation swiftly.

The beast to the left sported dark brown feathers across its entire body with its featherless head a dark red- it too was humanoid in stature standing at six feet but had wings upon it back. The arms with which it carried the chakra blades were thin, pink and had four talons at the ends of them- a terrifying creature to behold. Zraix would wait as the battle to his left unfolded and he kept his focus on the foe that had yet to strike.

[Jutsu Used]- Samurai Saber Technique- 40- AP for Activation

[Skill Used]- Heavenly Body- 2 stacks gained, 10 AP Gained
Kenseigan-10 AP

[Total AP]- 1,210/1,250

Enemies:

WC= 1,009

The monstrous beasts crouched in the center of their self wrought devastation, feasting and gorging on flesh, viscera and sinew. The events that afflicted the two shinobi as they entered this vile scene replayed behind Monsoon's eyes. In the beasts' bulbous shadows, their lay the snicker of the head scientist, Frampt, and the silhouettes of his exuberant team. Reflected in the blood that pooled on the ground between the beasts were the remains of the maimed, farming family on the outskirts. And, as the musculature of the animals expanded, causing them to howl furiously, both shinobi saw the fear that struck the smaller creatures they had saved mere moments earlier. Monsoon's wrath boiled, becoming white-hot. It steamed off his body, his full strength being at work and pressing upon the realm of reality. His eyes glowed like reddened coals, his three-tomoe spinning along his pupils and locking onto the monstrous chakra-influenced tiger and vulture. His look seemed to draw the tiger-thing, its jaws, bleeding with a fresh kill, seemed ready to sink its teeth into something living again.

Useless...

As he scanned their bodies, Monsoon took note of the chakra streaming through its system. It was foul, and spread throughout the animals like a malignant tumor, forcing an almost violent absorption of nature energy into their animalistic forms, causing ever expanding mutations to their simplistic bodies. This was contrasted with a slow, clear chakra, that saturated their musculature. On the boundaries between these two different natures, Monsoon could see signs of detoriation and regeneration, as if one worked to balance the other. This observation was confirmed by the ronin, Zraix, who eyes flared with remorseful vehemence. Monsoon would relay his Doujutsu's findings, allowing Zraix to be privy of the poor beast's predicament. Their conversation would draw the full attention of the two beasts, the tiger and vulture.

As Zraix mentioned their previous experience, Monsoon would add, "These beasts are nothing like young Dexter's monkeys, there is....intention...behind Frampt's touch...

Primo would call the tiger eyeing Monsoon and give Seccondo his grim order. Monsoon would sigh, knowing what would need to be done.

Useless...

The Hoshimura would unleash his chakra, forming his swords into vibrant weapons, ruffling the Uchiha's white pants in tandem with the ronin's robes. The look of an axe caused the Uchiha to cock his head, he had not expected such a brutal instrument from one whose movements were so refined.

"You should know, that vulture is using its feathers as a focus to create those chakra blades...

As both shinobi squared off in front of their chosen target their shared experience would allow an instantaneous moment of communication, from Seccondo to Primo. It would be the micro-moment when the ronin would look to acknowledge the observation, when he would catch a glimpse of Monsoon in the corners of his vision. He would see the martial artist's dark hair obscure one eye, and the other scarlet orb, which would be boring into swordsman's pupils, and a maddening snarl that would spread a smile across the martial artists face: and Monsoon would look like a beast or hound, half-starved and unchained, and his look would say

"Aegon, this was meant for you!

As that instant passed, Monsoon would blink, as he faced the Tiger who stood to its full height. As his lids closed, he inhaled and transported his mind to a space between spaces, a place that could be described as seeming himself on a still lake, which reflected a black sky. Before his eyes would open, he would exhale, disturbing the reflective, ink like pond with a simple ripple. This action would activate the left hemisphere of his brain, lowering his bodies natural restrictions of muscle contractions and relaxations. This release visibly expanded  his musculature under his black shirt, almost thudding as his strength increased to 200 and his speed to 75 with the activation of the Gate of Opening: the first gate of the Eight Inner Gates.

This action drew the full rage of the tiger. It would squat upon its haunches, the tumor-like chakra center would ripple as more nature energy was transferred inside of it, the same, red chakra that enveloped its arms streamed to its legs, creating armor-like boots. With the instinct that drove its behavior, the tiger pounced toward Monsoon, at an impressive 100 speed.

While under the gaze of the Pinwheel eye, every movement of the tiger was splayed out; like a reel of film shuttering over a projector, with each image being an individual muscle contraction or relaxation, forming a phantom image of what would, what was, and what could be. At 200 speed, due to his strength based fighting style, Monsoon would get into his open palm, fighting stance; placing his feet shoulder width apart and his left foot behind his right, with his arms mirroring the position of his legs.

The tiger would close the distance, reaching close quarters combat range, and release its left jab. At the moment that Monsoon saw the muscle contraction that indicated the low punch to his midsection, Monsoon would strike the  tiger on the wrist with the flat of his right hand, guiding it away from Monsooon. This counter would occur at 200 speed, double that of the tiger. The chop to its wrist would send tremors throughout the beast's body, debuffing its strength by 30, leaving it with 70 strength for the moment.

With the beast's torso now exposed, Monsoon would use his left arm to deliver a thunderous punch at 200 speed and with 115 power, shattering the 100 DR of the tiger, and deal 15 damage to its 200 health. Because the power of the strike exceeded the Tiger's current strength, it would be stunned: unable to defend itself to what came next.

Monsoon would grab onto the beast's forearm with his right hand. At the same time, he would wrap his left arm around the tiger's torso, forming the well-honed tsuri-goshi grapple at 200 speed. Having nullified the tiger's attack, Monsoon would have no need of performing a strike catch. Therefore, his grapple would debuff the tiger's strength by an additional 30, reducing its strength to 40. Thus, with a power of 115, Monsoon would lift the tiger up and pull it down by its grappled arm, tossing the 7 foot tiger humanoid over Monsoon's shoulder: slamming it on the ground. Its impact with the surface would deal 115 damage to its health, and it would bounce off the ground due to the ferocity of the throw. And would be faced with its doom.

Monsoon was not finished with his assault. As he bent over to throw the beast, as soon as he released it from his grapple, he would move to his next technique.  He kicked his right foot up,  his arms shifted with the explosive motion, to extend his right leg high to the air: stock straight, whit foot flexed, and his heel, like an axe, aimed at the chest of the thrown tiger. He would ready his strike at 200 Speed, this movement would occur just before the tiger landed onto the ground, as it was being thrown with power of 115. As the Tiger's back made contact and its skull bounced off the earth, Monsoon released his Heavenly Foot of Pain.

With a speed of 200 and and power of 130, Monsoon delivered a devastating axe kick, digging the back of his heel into the beast's ribcage; breaking bone, sundering muscle, and rupturing the chest cavity of the 7 foot beast: slaying and creating a geyser of blood and gore that splattered on the martial artist's pants..

As he felt the warm, thick ichor fleck on his cheek, the Uchiha thought on the beast and the effort needed, nay wasted, to end its miserable life.

Useless...

Seccondo would turn to Primo. Having been focused on his own foe, he could not tell how Aegon fared. Though, he knew that, after turning around, he would see a big and dead bird.

The red-headed Vulture's piercing eyes gazed into Zraix Hoshimura, it sized him up like a predator would its prey. In its beak lay scraps of cloth, of rough make, like one farmers would wear. The edges of its beak that marked its mouth was stained brown by dried blood. Having both its feather blades in hand, it felt confident. Yet, upon hearing Zraix utter the words "Come" it flew into another chakra induced rage. Its spread out its brown wings, to its full span of 14 feet, it scrawwwwwed in answer, baying for blood. The feathers in its wings began to glow with nature energy, the action seemed to cause the flesh of the vulture to melt off its head, in disgusting droplets of oozing meat around its hind talons. With a burst of chakra, 10 feathers would shoot off the Vulture's wings, 5 from each wing, and carrying the element of natural fire. These feathers would burst into balls of flame, streaking toward the armed shinobi at 100 speed. All 10 would be aimed at Zraix. 2 for each of his eyes, one for his head, two for his shoulder, two for his hips and two for his legs. If they would connect, they would attempt to slice through Zraix's body with a power of 50. The chakra that surrounded these feathers would be white hot, and cauterize any flesh it would come into contact with.

The Vulture, after releasing the salvo of burning feathers, would dash behind its multi pronged attack, trialing 3 meters behind the burning feathers, but traveling at 100 speed. As it came within its weapon reach, which was 3 meters, it would attempt a dual overhand slash, in the moment right after its feathers would've connect; meaning to slice the ronin in twain, down the middle. It was confident, as it believed its earlier salvo would weaken the Ronin, and thus charged full force, at 100 speed, to slash with both of his blades, each at a power of 100, yet only able to deal one instance of damage, should it connect.

vulture humanoid:

[1682 WC]

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DR: 100
Health: 300
Vigor: 25
Chakra: 100
Strength: 200 [+50 STR]
Speed: 75 [+50 SPD]
AP: 1250

SKILLS/JUTSU
Heavenly Body +10 AP, +2 Stacks
Extreme Realm of Force - Fighting Style
Sharingan 3-Tomoe[/ur] - 10 AP
Gate of Opening - 40 AP, +4 Damage Counters
Counter Strike - B, 11 AP [Gate of Opening, +25% Chakra reduction], 115 Power, 200 Speed, -30 strength to the tiger
Tsuri-Goshi - B, 22 AP [+25% chakra reduction],115 Power, 200 Speed, -30 Strength to tiger
Heavenly Foot of Pain - A, 37 AP [+25% chakra reduction], 130 Power, 200 Speed

TOTAL AP USED: 110
REMAINING AP: 1140/1250

Zraix was both shocked and struck with pride in his team mate as he watched the remorseful killing of the tiger like beast- the Hoshimura's Kenseigan flared as the chakra in the Uchiha spike dramatically. "This is what I wanted to see!" He thought to himself as he smiled in awe, now sure that Monsoon was capable of putting out far more power than he had previously shown. What followed was the timely dispatching of the feral creature with a clear sense of sadness trailing from the aura of Monsoon. "It needed to be done.." Zraix said as he turned his attention towards the vulture that had bloodlust in its eyes- the foul creature would utilize its newly found mastery over the element of fire to send 10 projectiles at the ronin at a speed of 100. The beast would follow up with by attempting a slash that would effectively split the shinobi in two if it connected.

His gaze focused on the beasts attacks and approach, Zraix would close his eyes and take in a deep breath with all of his might and upon exhaling he would open his eyes, his expression stoic. All at once a blue aura accompanied by water droplets would surround him at a speed of 135. He would remain motionless, allowing the feathers to make contact as they all dissipated immediately as they connected. Zraix would wait until the beast followed up with its downward slash, allowing it to connect and its flames being put out on contact as well- his eyes would trail up to see the shocked expression of the beast. The ronin would slash at a speed of 210 twice in an "X" formation doing a total of 125 damage with each slash- blood would spurt from the beast as its eyes rolled back and it fell to the ground, ending the battle. "Its over" He said deactivating his techniques and sheathing his blades as he turned and began to walk away. "Lets wrap things up Monsoon."

[Jutsu Used]- Samurai Saber Technique- 40- AP for Activation

[Skill Used]- Heavenly Body- 2 stacks gained, 10 AP Gained
Kenseigan-10 AP
Total Concentration Breathing -40 AP
Cloak of Cconcentration -80 AP
[EXIT]

Total WC= 1345

Claims

Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation Max Stat Discount -1,125 WC

MISSION END
[EXIT[

TOTAL WC: 1682
Max Stat Discount: -25%
Leaf Whirlwind - 375
Dancing Leaf Shadow - 750
Leaft Great Whirlwind - 557/750