Blood In The Waters

Azuki stared down his ninja as they rushed him with ferocity.Blood coated his brown skin and bandages wrapped around his fist.Fresh red droplets cascading into the still water at his feet.  His upper body on display having seemingly bulked up as of late with an impressive back. The sound of crunching bone and flesh with a ring of force. The shinobi was sent flying from the perfected counter spiraling clockwise. The body bounced off the water 4 times before leaving the 50m circular dome over the training grounds. In preparation for Kurogane, Azuki had issued training commands to all combat units as well as shinobi. In conjunction with the shinobi of Tsuki all were welcome to challenge and fight him. An effort to hone his taijutsu , he brought back a training method from his younger days. A ring of medical ninja stood outside of the 50m barrier dome healing all of those brutally defeated.

As a boy Azuki had been bought and sold off to the prior Shinoda. The master whom he killed after learning and being gifted his techniques. Everyday, for weeks he was beaten within inches of his life. From Dusk till dawn, never allowed to fully rest, recover or sleep. In this depraved state his body had achieved new heights teetering on the brink of death. Taijutsu, Weaponry, Ninjutsu, and Space Time. The mechanics of martial arts at its core and the principals of battle. He went around slaughtering those deemed morally evil to keep his blood lust and cursed contained.

Four more came to challenge him as he stomped the ground with his left foot before gracefully tracing a circle. Before the ripples could escape Azuki traced a perfect circle making the water become calm once more. In attempt of disorientation the four shinobi ran in two pairs. Both sets running counterclockwise and orthodox as he closed his eyes. His senses were one, to rely on one  than all was foolish. His chakra sensory active expanding upwards to 5m revealed all he needed to know. Sudden punch from behind seemingly landing square pierced an after image. Azuki had ducked countering to the throat with a backwards elbow. His left arm reached out to drag the wrist down using his back as a lever. A simple overheaded toss sending the shinobi flying.  Then came the sudden assault as he swayed, an intense show of force from the trio. Yet no matter what punch, kick or maneuver tried it was all cut down.

Azuki having shifted from his upright relaxed stance was now more wide and based. Relying on quick sways and circular movements with forearm blocks. The trio was completely shut down,tripping and being knocked off balanced due to the defensive movements. An open palm strike to his 12'o clock before shooting his lead leg backward square into a solar plexus. The final person came in with an overhand right as Azuki slipped kneeing them in their chest. A three part kick to the inside of the thigh, side, and then spinning to hook their neck with the bend of his knee. With momentum, he swung his leg downward like a slash flipping the individual tossing them into the water. He grabbed the neck of the person struck by his palm who had been stunned.

"Kurogane is stronger than  this, than your leaders. Terrifying isn't it!" He shouted for all to hear. Only those who signed the waver could enter, a page explaining they accept all risk that come from this training. "When I first met him some time ago he manhandled us. I felt embarrassed and weak, the person who I hold dearest to my heart harmed in front of me. I did some damage and escaped and that bothers me. " His hands clenching the rage seeping from his body. Flickers of chakra escaping his form , the blood red color reminiscent of Jashin's influence over his chakra.


"Kurogane invaded our home, killed our friends, family, he stormed in our fucking HOUSE.This is not the to fuck around, kill or be killed. This is war, and i'm tired of these fucking abominations in our home. I'm tired of being looked down upon as a minor village. WE ARE MOON, THE STARS AND GALAXIES STAND AT OUR FINGER TIPS." Azuki chucked the person far off into the distance 30m. The toss powerful enough the person was like a bullet as they crashed causing an 5m explosion of water. Bursting from the impact the water rained down. All in all he had not moved from his postion. Once more the water still, his rear right foot had not moved a single inch. "SURPASS YOUR LIMITS AND EMBRACE DEATH! WILL YOU TO CONTINUE TO BE VICTIMS OR WILL YOU GET THE FUCK UP AND DO SOMETHING!"  His voice bellowed a challenge to his troops. "FACE THE HANDS OF THE MAN WHO CARRIES YOUR WILLS. FEEL THE WEIGHT THAT IS THE BURDEN OF YOUR LIVES I CARRY INTO WAR!!!" He was no man, this was not the kind charismatic leader who stood tall. Sacrifice evident of the scars that littered his chest and body. No. Azuki Shinoda was always and until the the end of his days....