Budding Dissatisfaction! A True Demons Rite!

It has been some time since the Culling Games. A contest that drags individual shinobi and kunoichi together to display their skill, levelheadedness, and, most importantly, their inhumanity. Or so that was the intended goal. But Aokidanza found himself spiritless while clandestinely attending. Deracination was the feeling the demon had experienced. Akin to titillation at the back of his heart. This feeling presented itself erstwhile, which led to his domination of Konoha, Sunagakure, Tanbo, and so many others. He longed for stimulation, a commodity that he presumed to get while being within the gates of this fortress known as Konohagakure. Oh, how woefully he was mistaken.



As he postured in the vexation of his quiescence, two were summoned by way of the sensory corp. A meet with two of his trusted, Goto and Nurai, brothers by mixed blood and bloodshed; ideal surrogates. Without question, no one will dare utter contumacy during their mortal reign.



The Senju stood from his throne, making his way to the fenestella. Diabolical eyes scan the village front with disdain. The very air that filled his lungs tasted of nausea—a crippling knot in his very stomach. His blood seeped animosity into his immediate environment, his chambers, making it a somewhat tangible density of pure hate.



He would tell himself that his limits were about their frame. The restless bellow within him is ever growing more powerful—a first for him. One he wrestles with admitting. What was he to do? His chakra forbids him from leading a natural life, not with the trail he left in his wake. A decision is almost destined for him; all that he knew was disdain and dread. No peace will ever be stationed in his world. He will never know of its gentle embrace.

For days none had seen the visage of the red demon, child of the past Hokage Ishimaru and current bloodbound of Aokidanza. After the events of the Culling Games and his...disappointment in his own fight, Nura had spent many days in his own dwelling inside of the basement breaking down his fundamentals and rebuilding himself. He trusted too much into his own body and in some cases that was his downfall. He was too prideful in his own gifts, those that made him look down upon his enemies but now he stood at a new pinnacle. In front of him sat a sword, broken but welling with power. He had found it among his fathers effects before he had been buried and kept it with him because he thought to himself at some point he would take up arms. The darkness of the room swelled with the malevolent energies of Meiton giving it a dark, eerie shade of blue but as a knock came to his door he would open his eyes to finally reveal the crimson hues upon the world and sigh heavily. As he stood the sword would be tied to his waist as he stomped up the stairs and upon opening the door he would see who it was beckoning him. His eyes would meet with the messenger as he smirked and nodded not needing any other indication of where he was about to head- to the demon in charge.

The door would close behind him as he took off into the village, tying his hair up into a messy warrior's bun. He had been wearing a torn, but nice looking shirt underneath his jacket, black pants and his shinobi tabi. His Konoha headband had been tied to his waist and as he moved he made no notions to speak to anyone. If his foster father had called for him it was not just a house call, something was either about to happen or had happened. In any case he would make his way with haste toward the Hokage building and upon his arrival he would give a small bow to the receptionist before heading up. He would wait outside of the door for a moment before taking in a deep breath and pushing the door open. His eyes would scan the room as per usual before stepping in and looking upon the vessel of Aoki. He couldn't sense it right off the bat, but he could tell something was off...different actually. To most this would have scared them or prevented them from moving, but Nurai was a beast not unlike the one in front of him. He had not reached the pinnacle of Aoki, not by a large margin, but he was on his way. As he flowed into the room, he would close the door behind him and stand 2 meters from Aoki's right side," I like what you have done with the place...it feels almost homely, but i can tell this isn't a social call. Are we waiting on others?," he'd ask quizzically as he continued to look around the room.