Monster in the fog

The wind raced angst his longs dreads blowing them back. IT was cold as the wind touched his hazel brown skin. His skin shivered as it touched him. This was Kirigaukure alright. The wind didn't blow hard but soft ,but gently.

The mist wasn't that thick but it was difficult to see what was in front of him. Cut could see some what was in front of him. He could make out the trees and the forest around him. He noticed birds flapping above. A black bird's feather floated gently down on the top of his dreads. Resting it's self on his hair.

His journey lead him towards the mist village. This is the the rouge was hiding. His injures healed fast. His escape from kohona wasn't easy but he made it. He was one of Kohona's best anbu ninja. Now a rouge and an crimmal to the world of the shinobi's.

Drawn from ancient Chinese and Japanese lore, the kanji on his ring have served in the past as representations of Gods, to help in concentration before battle and in protection from evil.His ring was on his right index finger. He worn a black cloak that bears red clouds. The inside of the cloak is red in color. The cloak is knee length and has a high collar. Underneath the cloak the ninja is seen to worn the more traditional clothing of his home village.He lifted his a traditional bamboo hat on the top of his dreads.

He reached from a brown cigar. This cigar was different from most. Inside was sealed a strange light green product. This product was knows as purple, it was plant that contained THC and cause you to get high. Cut placed the cigar into his lips and flicked his lighter. Smoke rushed angst his throat as he inhaled. The taste full of grapes filled his mouth. He pulled the cigar away. He opened his lips and smoke rushed out. He quickly in haled bring the smoke back into his mouth. His white eyes was blood shot red. His eyes hung low as if they was closed. But Cut's eyes was open. The smell of purple was strong in the air. He stopped and proped his right leg on a tree as he leaned on it.

Alarick, A man known as the lightning rod of Kirigakure. He was wandering throughout the village and its outskirts, trying to find something that might be of interest to him, but what? Nowadays it seems to be harder to try to please someone, even in the most of times when sexual appealing doesn't mean a damn thing. Still its harder than you think. People need more, more than just the sex, more than just money, people...some need power, power beyond all power, but sometimes it is hard to obtain such a thing. Easier said than done...what does that really mean, those are just empty words coming out the mouth of an old dead guy. Aside from that Alarick is just the same, its harder to please him than many may think as he walks through the forest of Kiri no Kuni, The forest of fog. It is then when he smells something. Something that catches his nose. What could this fragrance be?

From out the thick mist Cut's hazel eyes could make out a figure walking towards him. Was it a man or a women. He tried to look harder. The figures body shape came more into noticed it was a man. He could mak out the face just barely.

Cut reached for the handle of his sword.Who was this man? That question ran through his head. He had no time to deal with the mist hunter ninja. Now it was time for him to move again of be hunted down those was his chooses. 'Are you the Stalker or the prey" He asked him self.

His movement was quick and highyly advance. He used the body soon disappered as he flickered in a tree branch right above the man. His feet touched the branch quitely. He was very careful not to make a noise. He lunged from the three with his blade first coming down aimed at the mans spine. "I am the hunter" He said to himself. He dropped in the matter of seconds. His beautiful blade was sharp.

It was a calm evening in Kohana, not like the normal evenings. After finshing the last test subject Ogichi went exploring for more thnigs to disect. Bring the demon sword with him, Ogichi wore a white cape with flames on it. Then the symbol that said Haruki.

After getting to the border, Ogichi was caught onto a boat ride. Feeling the canoe move slowly across the river Ogichi wondered of what would come of out there. Ogichi had to get some test subjects for his next test. Even if it was some sort of bijuu taht needed disecting he would do it.

Ogichi finally made it to kiri, the village of the mist. Walking upon a few trees, Ogichi saw a man on a branch then another too the ground. This made Ogichi curious of what they were doing. Then Ogichi snaped there was a man with an akatsuki suit. Ogichi smilied as he thought what the akatsuki were up too. Ogichi sighed, " Hello gentle men...". Ogichi then started to smoke a ciggerate.

The fog began to get even more thick, as Alarick's vision began to fail him. He now had to rely on his other sense's. People say that when you lose on sense your others begin to increase in effectiveness. In this case, alarick would most definitely need his other sense's, because if they failed him it would be all over. It was then when the small alarick had smelt on his way into the forest had shifted. It wasn't in front of him as he so fluently thought, but the smell shifted in a circle flooding the air. So far two sense were lost, and only two of the remaining three would be useful. But Alarick decided to use his sense of hearing. That would help him. He remained quiet for a moment, trying to see if he could hear just the slightest bit of sound, even the sound of a squeaking mouse would help guide Alarick in the right direction, but it wasn't the sound of a mouse alarick heard, it was the sound of a vibe that chilled down alarick's spine, and out of instinct he couldn't help but jump forward. It is then when he saw a man with a sword in hand, and then he saw a konoha jounin in his presence, what was going on. Ignoring the jounin for a brief moment alarick performed several handsigns and shot a bolt of lightning from his hand toward the ninja who almost attacked him. The lightning emitted from his hand as it crackled and popped.

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"Boom chick backa coom chika" Cut started to beat box as he dropped down from the tree.The beat coming from his mouth soon formed an invisible barrier around his body. Cut went on with the beat boxing. The beat boxing sent off waves of sound and strong frequency and intensity, and high velocity of the sounds repled the lighting coming at him back towards the man he attacked. Now the man was faced with two attacks the very own lighting he fire at Cut and now as well the sword still coming at his spine. "Boom chick backa coom chika" Cut went on to beat box, the beat box allowed him to keep the invisible barrier around him as continuous stream of beats a sound wave is generated that ripples around him.

Cut's feet soon touched the ground. He held the handle that wrapped in special cloth to make it comfortable, durable, and chakra-conductive of his Ceremonial Heat-Gathering Sword. He held it tightly in his hands as the curved blade stopped at the mans back with the tip just resting on his shirt. He stopped it before it could penetrate the man's skin. He did not know who the man was nor did he yet wanted to spill his blood on his sword.

The Beat Boxing came to a Holt. As the sound waves rippling to protect him and repel the lighting gave an extra attack. The sound waves soon busted from around him. The burst radius covers twenty five-meters around him with him being the center of the source with a capability to knock back the man fifteen-meters.With the man being slow close to him there was no way he could escape the burst.


Cut quickly switched his hands around the handle of his sword. Before he held with an regular grip now he held it with a reverse grip.Unlike most shinobi he often didn't use hand signs to cast jutsu only the art of sound. His mouth began to move to show his teeth embedded diamonds and made up of platinum."Who are you and what do you want " He quickly spoke out to the man. He could sense another presences. "You too" He said not turning away from the man he attack but pointed his sword in the direction of Ogichi. He could hear the mans voice and smell the cigarate. Even with the beat boxing and him talking he still mange to balance his blunt in his mouth.He could tell by there head bands that they was leaf shinobi. "Are they anbu here to track me down ? " asked himself. "Boom tick click ah boom" he began to start beat boxing to him self again.

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So there he was, minding his own business in the Market District of Kirigakure, his home…when all of the sudden it occurred to him that he was in need a some supplies for his ninja-ing duties. This thing with being a Genin was certainly taking its toll on his supplies, he felt as if his use of weapons had tripled since beginning their training. Ikazuchi sighed as he walked out of a small weapon store, a bag of kunai in his hand. His white hair shifted in the passing breeze as he made his way over to a small enclosed park and began packing his new equipment. Filling his pockets with the stuff, and the overflow into his satchel, Ikazuchi took a moment to sit and enjoy the scenery around him. Kiri wasn’t much for trees, but this park had a couple of them, along with a few birds for scenery. A fountain before him was giving off some wonderful mist as he leaned back on his small red bench and looked up into the sky. The clouds above and around were shifting like always, it was strangely pleasant to watch them. While all other countries looked to the clouds to make shapes from them, here in Kiri you looked up to the skies only to find what shapes you could make out from between the clouds.

With his tiny pad and pen Ikazuchi scribbled away his thoughts and feelings. He had to get a new booklet out before he was complete broke, the life of a small time author was something else. Smiling as he scribbled the little boy looked exactly like that name stated. He was giddy to be in such a pleasant time and place. It was something he never really understood, he loved nature, but he didn’t know quiet why. He liked the trees and he loved the animals but he never longed for them. It was just one of the many curious things about himself that Ikazuchi never questioned. The seal on his stomach or the red lines that only he saw in passing moments of extreme exhaust. His stepfather had never told him anything of it, and his mother had no idea either. Ikazuchi decided not to question it then, he just accepted it, but, on this day those abilities would come into stark effect.

The thin red marks covering Ikazuchi’s body tingled for a moment, he thought it was just the elation from the glorious day, oh boy was he wrong. Closing his eyes he felt weary for a moment, as if something was off, it was the strangest feeling he had felt in quite a while. Like fog was tickling his mind. Shaking his head violently, Ikazuchi stood up slowly and tried to walk it off. Perhaps he had bent his head at a weird angle, nothing terrible. Sticking his hands deep into his dark pockets the Genin walked from the wonderful park and back into the crowded streets. His small necklace bopping up and down with his steps and his open shirt flapping every so often our friend continued to walk until he came across one of the older sections of the district.

His head thumped again and he was forced to lean against a nearby building. Closing his eyes forcefully he felt his head pound as he tried to calm himself down. When his little black eyes did open the place came into startling view. Dirty walls were the norm, the gleaming stone must have faded over time. Boarded up windows were everywhere, along with paper and debris that floated in the wind or cluttered in corners. A few were walking here or there, all with their heads down. Dusty storefronts and crumpling signs were all around Ikazuchi. Peeling paint and eroding buildings stood before him, but with a deep breath he moved on. This tiny section of the market was indeed far off in a corner, but he needed to keep moving, he would have to find something for this headache or he would end up in the hospital.

However, Ikazuchi’s uneven feet did not carry him far with such a pounding head, within a few feet our hero slipped and fell into a lower walkway, only about 5 feet lower than he started, but enough for him to lose his breath. As he stirred slowly he began hearing voices from the next street over in this little causeway. He lifted himself to his left knee and listened, something told him that moving would not be a good thing right now. He could hear the sounds of other in the distance as he tried to regain is composure. He had appeared to rain down on their little party he was sure that he wasn't an invited guest.

Ikazuchi’s head ripped and burned. His vision blurred and his face seared. His knee which had been holding him up lost the balance that held him, and little Ikazuchi face planted onto the ground. He could hardly think right now, something was certainly not right. For all of his potential, little Ikazuchi knew very little about his body, and he would only be amazed at its abilities, but until he knew our hero could only lay down and listen through fading ears as the villains spoke. He could not make out genders from the voices, hell he could barely understand words right now, and yet he listened on. But, when the world around him started screaming and explosions ripped through the districts Kenji’s mind went blank. All around him the lines of reality fuzzed and pulsed. The world seemed to fog while his vision darkened. Instead of a blue sky, the world was purple. Shadows were large and overpowering, the world tinted with a dark outlining. Breathing rapidly our friend attempted to rise to his feet.

Slowly, Ikazuchi lifted his scrapped body from the dirty ground. Dust and debris swirled around him with passing breezes, the stone floor full of grit from years of use. The floating clouds above pressed down on them and the street lights flickered madly from the confusion. Gravel tossed around while pebbles banged against the walls forming a staccato of clicks and pops. His small hand on the ground, Ikazuchi slipped it to his center and began spreading out his legs. Reaching with his right hand now Ikazuchi attempted to lift himself into a leaning rest position; dropping his knee down the boy scooted his legs more and slowly he rose. It took longer than he would have liked but slowly and surely Ikazuchi slumped against a tree next to him. An old abundant tree that hadn’t been used in years.

With his left hand planted firmly against the dusty wet bark of the tree, Ikazuchi slowly trekked forward. Wobbly and lopsided he dragged his feet as best he could, his mind unable to think, the only thing important was to look in that window, why no one knows, but he had to do it. Explosions and cracks of viciously lightning all around him did not matter, the only thing in the world was that window. Everything seemed…different, it felt real, it sounded real and it certainly was scary. But, it seemed…otherworldly. Gasping, Kenji slide his feet further. Little did he understand what was going on inside of his own body, which in reality was the only thing that kept him moving. While the world around him was fooled by the flashing lights and heavy noised, Ikazuchi was safe. He was trapped in this reality, but he was over it.

The Gobi, deep within the little boy known as Ikazuchi began to stir. He felt the grips of illusion reaching towards him. The massive beast was lying in his cage of all places with his large head resting on his vicious claws. Yawning until a few seconds ago he had been very carefree, locked inside another day of boredom, left only to yawn and ponder. But, when the action started the Gobi knew it for what it was…this was a trick. He had done it a million times before, and he could feel another’s pitiful attempt to confuse him. His voice was deep when he spoke aloud. It was smart though, not a rabid animal without feelings and thoughts. Like a wounded god that was walking with the mortals now, mountains of tasks left to him before he went back to heavens grasp. But as he continued another voice came in. With a crack in his voice another emotion filled his lungs. This one was angry, intense, almost as if spitting at the world while it spoke.


Kenji took another small step forward on the rocky surface. His mind was still on fire, he could feel the ethereal energy around him, he could feel something was wrong, but he did not know neither what to call it nor where it came from, still the only thing on his mind was the little peephole.

A few feet left, almost there…

Breathing irregularly our friend moved forward, until finally he lost himself. His mind going blank, the young Ikazuchi fell forward onto the ground. But, it was not without a small triumph. His head facing the men he peered at them. A massive surge ripped apart his mind once more as the Gobi tried to protect him from the deadly mental assault. With a sick visage Ikazuchi looked with absent eyes right into the room, his face the only thing visible as the rest of his body was lying out of view.

All the villians would see, if they cared to look, was a small head, and two solidly black eyes, no blue left in them…

Their nightmare was about to begin…

Ogichi noticed that the two started to ingage in a battle. Ogichi then sensed another near by. But this chakra was outstanding. The preasure was great and as Ogichi has researched it was a bijuu. Somewhere in this forest of kiri there was a moster. Ogichi spit out his ciggerate and yawned, " Looks like we got compant........" ogichi said whistling. Ogichi then twisted his sword around and a reflection beating behind him. he jumped onto a tree to locate everyone.


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