7 Days and 7 Nights Demon's Fruition

Azuki winced as he awoke, the cold stone floor pressed against his skin.He spun himself on to his side. Gritting his teeth all the while as searing agony filled his soul. A final death match with the hag of spiders. Only for her folly to result in her own death. Something was almost mystically predetermined by fate itself. Another stomach wound that he was forced to burn closed with lightning. The damage he did to himself was worth not bleeding out.

His head was burning, a fever had set in during his sleep. Groggy ,tired, and messed up he still rose to his feet. Four hours of sleep was all he could afford currently. Today was the day the hit packages would be executed. Everyone would be hunting and stopping the confiscation of organs from the villages stores. Of course he was on edge. He trudged through the forge to the bathroom as he cut the lights on. Limping towards the sink but falling short. His knees and hands met the ground. His body broken into a furious cold sweat.

"Get up..." His teeth grinding out of pure rage. Every battle, pitiful being banged up and wounded. What warrior was he.? "Get up ,,,get up get the fuck up!" Tears welled along with his growing anger. The weight of the world crushed his soul. There was no excuse to be in his position. What Leader constantly was thrashed in front of his people. Standing tall wasn't enough, winning a hard battle was not enough. Total annihilation, carnage, and complete desolation.

Azuki rose as he has once more. He washed his face in the sink and managed a shower.Drying himself and partially dressing he pulled out the first aid. Grabbing a clean cloth he dabbed it with pure alcohol. He pat as his wound disinfecting what he could. Luckily the lightning burn itself wasn't infected. It was sloppy, but the wound was fully closed.

Patting the area dry he reached for the roll of bandages. Placing down a large bandage he began wrapping his chest. He cut the end and secured it before getting dressed. A sleeveless black shirt and a pair of simple pants. Staring at his reflection he looked as his now greyish black hair. The stress of it all slowly making his hair turn grey.

He closed his eyes returning to a time long ago. A lesson from his mastered after surviving the kumite. It was one of the last things he did to complete his training as a child. For days he was beat to near death. The trauma of it all invoking his bloodlust and even tidbits of madness. It's what defined him for the rest of his life. Leading him down a path of isolation of blood. To inherit the full techniques of his master they dueled. Azuki slaughtered him in cold blood with the Sky Shredding Dragon technique. Which use to be his signature jutsu. When he thought he would never again wield a weapon he discarded it.

The Shimi Daikon was his own attempt at power. His capabilities in space time from Jashin mixed with his swordsmanship."It's time to return to the basics." He whispered to himself staring deep within to his reflection. Azuki was trained in the basics of the basics. Not blessed with a clan or lineage he fought tooth and nail. B rank jutsu was the limit for the things he focused in. It was more than most, his repertoire ever expanding. "I will master all, all jutsu and all weapons." He punched his palm filled with gusto and invigoration. "Go beyond my limits." Casting out his doubt he headed back into the forge.

He had time to clean up and start setting up the stations. He requested three artisans to assist him with his custom works. The files were in shambles. Yet none the less he scoured for the best of the best. Blueprints, machine press, and other goodies to help produce these items. Once that was done he would call in more to mass produce weapons. This war would be a landslide and a bully session for that monstrosity. Kurogane's head would be his, he would make it so. Azuki sat as his desk reviewing everything so far.

He heard footsteps and the sound of conversation as he stood to meet his team. He turned to see three young genin. " Fukui Yau, Nima Unshio, Mana Inuzuka." Azuki trailed back in forth as they all stood at attention. He waved for them to relax and offered them chairs to get comfortable. " You have been summoned here to serve your village and nation. As you know Kurogane is a evil bastard plaguing our lands. The invasion was just the beginning of this war. We may be a fresh village but we are family. You will be helping to forge my weapons and armor for battle." The solemn look on their faces the gravity of the situation sunk in.

He handed the three of them the schematics in folders. "These are all the weapons and armor we will be forging. I have must go check on the shipment of materials I gathered. Along with a meeting I must attend. It should take me no longer than three hours. In the mean time take care of any business you need. Make sure to eat because we will be working day and night." Azuki grabbed Mr.Clod before dispersing in a puff of smoke. Hurdling through the village he went towards the market district to go check on the shipment of materials. Once confirmed they would be delivered to the forge by cart.

Reaching the entrance of the store he knocked on the door making a unique beat. Do-do-do do-do do ...do. "It's me." He spat out folding his arms leaning against the wall. The door swung open as a stocky bald man peeked out. "General." He his gravelly voice stated with a nod. Azuki smirked and nodded back as the two dapped each other up. "Thank you for this Gazan sir." Entering into the shop and locking the door behind him he witnessed the glory. A fully loaded cart of raw materials and ore. Gazan handed Azuki a copy of the shipement order as both inspected together. "Enough steel, leather, bindings, as well as dyes and chakra materials. Everything you need to get got that bastard Kurogane." Azuki signed off on the documents before handing back the list with approval. "You never cease to amaze me Gazan."

WC: 1,085

Gazan laughed while scratching his bald ass head. He patted Azuki on the back as both headed to the backdoor once more. Azuki halted after opening the door halfway. He peeked to see Gazan's sullen face. "Do what you need to do AND! Come back alive young man." Even Azuki could not circumvent a smile. "I detest promises." He gave a reassuring thumbs up as the door shut behind him. Gazan was the man assisting him all this time. A mentor within the village in the art of forging. As well as appraisal for materials. Azuki had noticed a trend of connecting with those much older than him. Part of theorized it was level of depth and maturity. He was only 19 after all, but he never harped on his age. Not much to be proud of either except his tenure here. Although storming castles and killing bandits leaders had merit.

Traveling towards the meeting area he activated his sensory. A hidden tactic he developed was sensors to be the first to arrive. The present sensor would place hidden jutsu tags. Sensing the presence of those for the meeting the tags would be activated. Only those who knew of the technique could trace the markers. These markers would gradually guide the individual towards the meeting place. The safe house today was behind the public fish market. The entire meeting was a directive for some of the chuunin within the village that he trusted. Very few shinobi were in the village who were of his rank or higher. Reflection of the size and juvenile state of affairs.

His main directive was combat training every day for three hours. People would train with their specialties, and then sub specialty types. So weapon user main who is a swordsman would train with other swordsman. The second directive was targeted towards overall enhancement of capability. Everyday practice bouts and spars would be had against people's weaknesses. As well as what they were strong against. A unified training regiment for those focused in jutsu and those who used the body.

"We don't have time, everything is rushed and compact. However, this is beyond what it should be. This is simply what must be done to succeed." Azuki stood dismissing the meeting. On the way back to the forge he decided to go to the river. Drawing Mr.Clod the weapon glowed with a green aura. "Atlas." With a powerful swing a massive 5m sized version of Atlas the spirit flew into the water. The resulting explosion sending a multitude of fish into the air. He tucked his knees into his chest while sheathing Mr.Clod. A an explosive gust of propelled him threw the air. He caught as many fish into his arms as possible landing onto the ground. He stored each one into his pocket dimension.

Azuki trusted the craftsmen he brought along and would cook for them.Washing his hands off in the river he once again returned to the forge. "I've returned everyone the supplies has arrived?" He asked as he came in to all three of his shinobi hard at work. A whistle of respect at the due diligence. It had seemed they already had began with a small work of mass production of senbon. He inspected the quality and craftsmanship before tearing off his long sleeve. "Good shit you three. Now it's time." He walked over to a clear vision board. With the file in hand he posted the notes and all of the needed schematics. Along with his measurements and all other notable pieces of information.

And so the afternoon began with a white flame. One of three used their fire style jutsu to sustain a steady stream of heat. The smelting of the ores had already begun. Referencing his body measure Azuki and the other two began designing the interwoven fabric.Skilled hands and work as they worked on crafting a full sheet of the material. Working side by side the knitting and stretching done in near perfect unison. Each time a new square foot was completed a stretch test was done. This was to make sure it wouldn't unravel later on. For now the focused solely on the top. This was considering that the hood needed to be completed for the helmet.

His method behind this was creating a firm slash and pierce resistant cloth. By attaching layered armored above the suit it allowed for max mobility. Heavy armor would interfere with his high speed weapon and taijutsu. It took a little over 2 hours to completely piece together the top. The fire user after smelting and mixing the ore began to pour the molten liquid into the cast. He had been taught both methods of forging. However , he preferred casting as the the detailed work of molds was simpler. "Once your done take sixty minutes to rest you three.Make sure to eat i'll be cooking dinner later. " He didn't want to overwork them regardless of urgency. He was not a slaver, not to mention there was much he could do alone.

Azuki sat near the cast of the helmet as he tried on the body suit. It was a comfortable fit that fit him snug yet loose. A fine specimen indeed he thought pulling out at senbon. He chucked it at a wall and watched it bounce and dart across the room. Right before it hit is chest with a soft thud before falling back into his hand. It seemed the interwoven fibers had indeed prevented penetration. However the blunt force of the armor still came through. It would suffice considering it was the intended effect. Nobody could fully stop force without equal protection of outside effects. Such was the law of the physical plane. The natural being of reality itself. No once could ever to simply escape its crux.

Azuki waited for the metal too cool before quenching it in oil. The hardening wasn't too difficult a the beautiful sheen of the metal was done. Now it was time for the visor he thought grabbing the red stained glass. Using the proper tools he marked and measured the correct dimensions. With a steady hand he was able to cut out the missing piece with precision. His wind release was more than enough capable of dispersing mist. But the ability to see in the mist would be a game changer. He applied a thick and powerful glue on the edges. He carefully slide the visor into the mask making sure it was properly seated. He slide the entire helmet into a smaller furnace to the side. The low dry heat would help the glue to cement and hold.

He took out two long strips of metal sliding it on top of the anvil. He cracked his back and let out a breathy sigh. "Time for the wings." With a small anviil he stuck both into the actual forge to heat up with his metallic tongs. He wait for them to heat up before reaching in and snatching it. Careful hammer stroke allowed him to shape it to his. The smaller details being hammered in with a hammer and chisel. He always looked at as clay. If clay was hard as fucking rock and had to be set on fire to mold. The patter and pang of clanking metal filled the empty forge. His head was empty and the silence overshadowed.

WC:1,230 TWC: 2,318

Azuki was already using the bellow to pump back into the forge. The beautiful colors lighting up always amazed him. Mr.Clod hummed to life and reverberated. He manifested himself for only him to see and hear."Master you are very kind to your subordinates." Azuki didn't turn to look at his weapon spirit.But a soft smile was plastered along his face none the less.
Flashes of war and blood filled his mind. All the people he brutally murdered in cold blood for the sake of justice. The sake of keeping the lust of Jashin at bay.

"Kind you say? Can someone with blood etched into his skin be kind?" He scoffed and even laughed at the notion. What else could he be but a monster with tamed fangs. Who was determine these things about himself. Everyone was defining others but what ourselves he pondered. These deep questions were the reason he sought elder council. "So tell me then, about this blood which stains you." Atlas said smacking his shoulder in support. Azuki figured it was only fair to explain who he was to his spirit.

"I am nothing more than a cursed child Atlas. I was cursed by Jashin at birth. My village was destroyed, parents died, my presence was considered a omen. I was captured sold as slave and taught the art of combat and jutsu. Uncontrollable blood lust." The finer details of the wings was finally etched. He had felt it could use more work and took it upon himself to do so. On his travels many other warriors mentioned trauma from kills. The typical hearing voices or seeing the dead rise back. None of it, never once did he question what he had done. Because despite the reason he dictated the outcome. He made the world a better place in his own twisted fucked up ways. Even now he was preparing to kill more. He would never break this viscous cycle it seemed.

"By inheriting the jutsu of my master and his fighting style we dueled one last time. I won and killed him in cold blood. Took his money and left on the road. I wandered aimlessly from land to land." He trailed on as Atlas soaked in all of the information. "And how has that..Impacted your life?" Azuki sighed and shrugged finally taking a break. He tried on the full helmet and smiled at the masterpiece. "It was like wearing this mask Atlas. My emotions other than wanting to kill her dulled. They were still there but joy, happiness, I couldn't experience that. Except when I was fighting people. I rejected kindness, avoided connection and rotted alone. Just to be tormented." The red tint of the mask a symbolic personification of seething rage.

"Every night I was tortured in my dreams over and over. I have died millions of death and fought even more battles. I had access to summon a demon like creature. The Omoikane, a creature linked to Jashin who could absorb jutsu." Nimble fingers began to attach the hood and neck to the helmet. "And second was a domain a secondary realm layered on reality. My unsual techniques. I made my way to Moon country. I met Junko she had the blood of Jashin and I his curse. Her presence and love freed me of my internal demons. My nightmares over until they resurfaced. Then Akuma awoken and freed my fully of Jashin's chakra. A poetic way of us freeing ourselves.Or so to say myself, but I consider Akuma a person despite being a manifestation of my soul." A red demonic hand formed from his back and hugged him from behind. Azuki frowned but blushed unfamilair to being held other than by Junko.


"My emotions after being repressed for my whole life exploded. I was overwhelmed with feelings and became infatuated with her over time. I considered her family if you ever hear me call her sister. But with time and development I slowly fell for her. But then.. once I steeled my heart to tell her. She was with a different man each time. I've moved on now she is nothing more than family and I love and cherish her all the same. But I also cherish the village as well. I have a family now, and as such I will channel my rage towards who would ever harm them."


He heard the door creek open as the genin had seemingly returned. Atlas and Akuma both retracted as he double checked their chakra natures. With the team fully assembled it was to finish up for the day. After 5 hours of work the team accomplished then originally projected. Azuki nodded at the final product looking at the beauty of the armor. Yamo no Sozo he decided to name this piece. Using spacetime and sealing ninjutsu he drew the armor on to himself and decided to test it out. He walked outside to the witnessing the beautiful night sky. A waxing moon was upon them and the light blanketed his form.

Crouching low he activated his enhancer flooding his body with armor. The stress test was a quick race around the village. Azuki did his best to preform extreme acrobatics. High speed somersaults, spins, and back hand springs. It was refreshing to get some movement in his limbs for the day. Upon his return the team had already started the mass production of kunai and senbon. He had developed multiples boxes to cool over night. The weapons wouldn't be truly sharp, but they would be usable. Sending them home for the night he continued to start the process for the series of weapons. Much of it was woodworking with some metal involved. He sculpted and shaped until the late hours of the night before passing out.Succumbing into darkness he found himself within his inner world. A sky island with a sole cherry blossom at it's core. The sky stretched on for miles.The ground was nowhere to be found. Having a deep connection with his own soul was a blessing. One of the only blessings to counteract himself.

WC:,1,018 TWC: 3,336

The inner world of Azuki's requiem was tranquility. The Serene landscape now emulating a island. In particular was one of the target points for the counter maneuver. Atlas and Akuma were both in harmonious spirit. They stood 20m away across the beach from Azuki. He himself had the crashing waves behind his back, His physical body was still in the forge. The fire of the hearth comforting him with warmth. Adaptive meditation or so to say image training. It was a unique way to stay alert while allowing the body to rest. A technique that was a staple with his master.

Azuki was on high spirits after a successful work and training day.Having taken time to visit the training ground he held the first collective class. They worked on the basics of taijutsu and weaponry strikes. Groups were broken down to fighting styles and weaponry types. Swords with swords, palm strikes with palm strikes, so on so forth. The main attack force was a mustered 200 of the village's chuunin. A wild variable of genin filtered into the mix. That was set on a basis of total combat and field ability. They needed their strongest for this raid.

Having confirmed this with his team leaders and sensory unit; three locations were found. Further reconnaissance had located the laboratory, main base, and some other facility. The main base was a small island off the coast of Moon. It was close enough to run across but a sea connected river ran towards it. If the strike force could use boats they could storm the beaches with more gear. There was also a method of a gift so to say. If the ships were loaded with explosives it could prove useful. A combination of jutsu could launch the ships and make do for a frontal assault.

This would depend on their ability to procure the resources. He wanted to attack the moment training was completed and the troops rested. With only 200 and three locations it would be vital. He figured it was safer to leave the village heavily guarded. Hence the desire to have the best of the best. This included himself hence the extra training even when resting.

"Master we cannot feel pain. Do not hold back for we surely will not!" Atlas and Akuma both screamed in unison. Both arced to their outside legs racing on two sides. Azuki stayed calm and walked forward before planting his feet. This was done once they reached lunging range. With a snap of his arms used his forearms to block both of their overhand strikes. The impact releasing a wave of force kicking up sand on the imaginary beach.

His planted left foot never left he relaxed his body moving only when needed. His forearms and palms absorbing the majority of the blows. All the while his right foot traced a perfect circle. A sign of their inability to make him move. That circle persisted as Azuki focused on the formless. A mental state where he didn't think about style or technique. He simply reacted to do what he needed. Atlas and Akuma increased their speed as Azuki kept pace. When he saw and opening he snatch both of their limbs and tossed them. Both Atlas and Akuma flew through the air and both flipped onto their feet.

Azuki suddenly raced away towards the center of the island. A circular forest surrounded a large mountain at the center. He jumped upwards bounding into the trees. His acrobatics being showcased in top form. He kept zig zagging turning to see both spirits chase him. Leaping upwards he raised his hands backwards. He scooped the branch and flung himself to change his direction. With wild kick he aimed straight for Akuma who nearly dodged. The force of his leg slicing through and smashing the tree with ease. As it tumbled Azuki grabbed the branch and swung with his might.

Atlas had more than enough room to dodge. Akuma was forced to summon his second pair of arms and grab the tree. However he did not have enough force to throw it back. Azuki crouched and clung to the side of tree tracing both of their movements. His eyes rapidly on the swivel. He memorized and kept track of the battlefield. He threw down a smoke bomb along with the cover of body flicker. Landing 10m away he focused before swatting the air. Using his right heel he released a 5m sized air shell which tore through and destroyed the trees. His weaponry was its peak. Thus Azuki choose to train his taijutsu and ninjutsu. Following up with the shell he began formulating seals.

Rain water would begin to pour down in a 30m radius as he slipped from sight. Atlas and Akuma regrouped near the center looking for an angle to escape. However when they tried to move he reappeared. Azuki would strike with a kick or swinging back fist. Becoming one with the rain and striking at ease. The jutsu would eventually end of its own accord. Azuki had already formed once more and began seals. Channeling his lighting style jutsu he released a beam of lighting to split the two up. His spirits combined together to overpower him with a power wind jutsu. A great torrential column caught the lightning. With overwhelming force the lightning was dispersed forcing Azuki to enhance himself.

He began to spin like rapids creating a tornado of his own. The spinning kick met and destroyed the wind column. All before Azuki released three streams of air creating a high speed zig zag. He speed blitzed them with ease kicking them both against two seperate trees. He rapidly cast seals using the water in the air. Water needles formed splitting them to target both Atlas and Akuma. Without hesitation he released the onslaught but they missed their mark. Both of them were able to easily escape upwards and counter. They closed in with matching flying kicks. Azuki was forced into a back bend before flipping himself upright.

The next timed attack was staggered. He raised his knee to divert a low rushing punching. Pressing downward and cutting diagonally with that knee he pushed. Simultaneously whipping out a back fist to divert a palm strike. With the sudden opening Azuki shot his palm forward into Atlas' chin. He jumped to avoid a low kick from Akuma and then donkey kicked Atlas in the chest. He burst through several trees. Using that momentum Azuki arced before bringing his heel down onto Akuma. Smashing him below he grabbed his waist. Focusing on technique and speed he flung him around. With a single heave he had slammed Akuma straight into the ground. Landing softly he kept his guard up with his senses high.

A half step back allowed him to narrowly avoid the chakra slash.The blade of energy almost clipping his nose. Azuki continued to use his footwork sharply dodging. He counted until the slashes reached 3 before swatting the air. Almost like fractured glass was shot through the air. Shattering blade strike was a useful technique. Atlas came running like a demon with Mr.Clod extended in its spear form. A single lunge prompting Azuki to slide his right foot at the right moment. Spinning on his heel he whipped around to dodge. He knee poised to counter straight into Atlas' solar plexus. Without the sensation of pain his counters were always sharp.

An overhead slash to force separation making Azuki slide back. But Atlas continued forward returning with another thrust. Azuki bobbed and weaved slipping every strike and thrust. A gentle rhythm as the dirt beneath them kicked up. The sound of superior footwork and blade slashes. Azuki was completely in tune reaching a state of relaxation. This was the peak of the formless state or the so called zone. He was able to summon this at will with genjutsu at one point. Now he had trained himself to become the state of mind. Manifesting it in real time to further his prowess. A true student of his craft.

Azuki stepped in with a fierce left jab stunning Atlas. He broke his stride and began slipping in jabs. Every dodge led to a counter before he began dominating the space. So much so Azuki was able to layer a trap in with a combo. Atlas had watched his habit carefully minding it to be true. Azuki led with a left smash but was nothing more than a feint. He immediately folded grabbing Atlas' wrist. Using his own momentum he tossed Atlas overhead with a single toss. Azuki shot into the air activating a amplifier. Coating himself with lightning chakra he released another shell of air. However the shell became a massive ball of lightning. The powerful technique rained down above his dear spirit.

The explosion left a cloud of dirt as senbon came his way. Azuki used his handspeed to catch and knock away the needles. He was able to retreat around a tree taking cover. A fist came through the wood making him bend backwards. Akuma used his stuck arm to spin himself upside down. While hidden behind the tree Azuki attempted to backtrack. Suppressing his chakra Akuma attacked with a small orb of taijutsu. The only sign was the sudden hole in the tree. Azuki used circular movements to dodge the attacks made of wind. He kept his wits and maintained momentum. Conserving his energy while also keeping superior agility.

From his right side something was destroying the trees. A massive 5m sized dragon assaulted him as he finally gave in. Azuki materialized Mr.Clod in his hands. Using his free hand he activated seals along with spear mode.Azuki focused lightning into a focal point at the tip of his shovel. The amplified chakra boosting the volatile power of the jutsu. With a single thrust a 50m beam was fired forth burning through and destroying all in his path. The sound of lightning and particle like beams decimating the forest. They collided far off into the decision with a sudden explosion. A small taste of his full power.

Azuki before he could bask in his own glory was startled in the real world. Standing up from his chair he awoken to see that the last of the batches was finished. Azuki looked at his creations on the wall. Along with all of the kunai and senbon crafted for this mission. With his team he was able to create these weapons of war within five days. Meaning that he had two days left to prepare for the day of declaration. This would be a festival celebration, one in which they would be sent off to war. Kurogane would meet his end, and the truth of this land would be theirs.

Nothing could ever stop him from achieving this. This was the culmination of hard work over the past year made real. These next few days was getting the last needed supplies. He would most likely be working for two days straight with no rest. As for the address and declaration of war. He knew he just had to speak from the heart. As of late being honest with himself had become simple. And more often than not people resonated with his words. I mean murder hobos will be murder hobos. The thought made him chuckle.He cleaned up and packed away before leaving.

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