Can you hear the thunder?
Can you feel the rain, it pours
Nail down all your windows
And barricade the doors
Mother nature's fury takes you by the hand,
Showing all but mercy,
Wreaking death upon the land
Clouds grew, ominous and black, over the sky of Kasaigakure. A storm was coming, a malicious and vindictive storm. But not just a storm was coming, a being of destruction, a being that wanted to erase villages from the face of the earth. Nothing was safe from its unholy wrath, for it had been wronged and now was coming to fix that with its own twisted sense of justice. Within this mass of clouds was a man, no a creature of turmoil, destruction, and suffering. Enraged over his failure to reduce Kumogakure to dust, he let out a howl of rage and anger. The storm began to pick up, raging across the sky. Winds billowing and blowing, rain beginning to torrentially descend upon the volcano village. The winds howled, echoing the rage howl of the beast within the storm. The storm blotted out the sun, swept away the ash that lingered in the air, reduced the heat to nothing, and signaled the arrival of the beast. The clouds extended as far as the eye could see, the storm easily a kilometer across from one side to the other. The howling winds roared as they began to pick up in fierceness, the taller buildings of the village began to sway slightly in the strength of the winds. The rains fell faster and harder, the ground becoming soaked as the water begins to slowly pool. The sky crackled for a moment, before a lightning bolt streaked down the sky, striking into one of the now soaked small buildings. Lightning coursed through the building, screams of agony could be heard coming from it. More streaks of lightning streaked down from the sky, striking into the ground. Trees fractured, toppling over from the well placed lightning bolt strikes. A twenty meter circle was relatively, unharmed for the moment, the sphere was off center of the storm.
In the center of that circle, was a sphere of clouds so tightly packed that it seemed like part of the massive storm itself. Within that sphere stood a creature garbed in a long floor length cloak. Jet black, with red clouds dotting across the entire cloak itself. A large straw hat sat upon his head, jingling as its head moved. “Rip this world to pieces, Bid farewell to all you know” it said. Right as it finished, the formerly calm twenty meter circle was raging in fury and anger. The edges swirled, clouds beginning to descend, wind kicking up. Within seconds, the clouds and wind descended and crashed into the ground below it. The winds spinning through the quickly formed tornado began to shred through the buildings that were in its way. Within the center, the sphere of clouds descended. Touching down on the ground, the clouds evaporated off of the sphere returning to the sky. All that was left in its wake was the creature. Leathery grey skin could be seen where the cloak did not cover. The tornado rose upward and back into the storm clouds. Blood red eyes stared out looking out over the world before him, the destruction that he had caused. A twenty meter radius from where he was standing was completely leveled, buildings non-existent, rubble thrown hundreds of meters away. “Guess I shouldn’t have made such a flashy entrance… Too late now I suppose” he comments. “I wonder… Did anyone see that? Or do I get to walk around this village unnoticed in the midst of my wonderful storm...” he mutters to himself. Letting out a yawn he began to look around in the large sphere for anyone who might have survived the initial impact.
Roki could only watch in awe and fear as the storm came. He had been travling home when it started. Though the word storm did not give this monster justice. This was not a normal storm. Rage, and death came with the great storm. An evil wind blew the clouds all across kasai.
Roki was watching this all from a low roof top. The storm grew worse and worse with every secound. The wind became godlike, in its wrath. Roki was using every once of his control not to be blown off the rooftop, like a rag doll. Thats when it happend. Lighting struck random building, adding to the chaos not too far from him. Then a tornado came down, and from it when is dissapated a cloud sphere come out of it, and something from that. When it landed, roki could not see who or what came out when it landed, but the thing was hardly human.
Thats when the wind grew too strong and knocked him off the roof. Flinging him over rooftops. He was helpless. Roki crashed right across many blocks away from the beast. Smashing him into a building window with a scared family. i could not tell who they where more scard of, a random guy crashing through the window or the storm. He was not that hurt, but shacken up a bit.
ooooooog...That hurt.....What the hell is that?!This is not good. Frag where is everyone?
The ash plains were always a very serene place. The black soot that covered the ground stretched on for miles and miles, making it look like a sea of pure nothingness. The occasional wind would pick up, carrying the tiny particles of ash through the air, tiny ruffles of the black dust dancing through the sky like black ribbons. It was silent. No one usually ever ventured out into the plains, for that is where the bandits and traveling ne'er do wells lurked, waiting to prey on the harmless villagers of Kasaigakure. However there were those villagers who enjoyed walking the blackened earth, hoping to escape the confusion of their daily lives and simply be at peace. For one young man, many of his golden moments took place out in the Ash Plains. It is where he trains tirelessly; it is where he meditates; it is where he finds inner peace. There was nothing more pleasurable to the boy than to take a nice long walk through the soot with his best friend, not thinking about anything or having a care in the world. He would occasionally look back at his companion, chuckling as he rolled around in the ash. He would then resume looking forward towards the horizon where the sun would set, casting a beautiful array of colors on the surrounding area. It was his utopia...Inuzuka Ijin's perfect world.
Though today, the normal array of colors seemed to be lost in translation. Black sky matched black earth, and it seemed that Ijin was thrown into hell itself. The clouds above churned with ferocity, throwing down might spears of lightning that crashed into the ground with incredible raw force. The wind ripped around Ijin and Mishuseki's bodies, their hair and clothes looking as if they were clinging on for dear life. The rain came down like bullets, stinging slightly each time they hit the boy's exposed skin. Ijin knew something was wrong, and his suspicions were proved to be correct as he saw a swirling vortex of black clouds hovering over the main village. Ijin's eye's narrowed, surveying the amass of black clouds slowly descending upon the village. As the vortex lowered, the buildings surrounding it seemed to tear away like paper, being tossed into the air and carried away with the violent winds that were churning the very heavens above. Ijin could not discover the source of this unusual and destructive weather, but he surmised that it must have been caused by a source other than nature itself. Ijin looked down to his dog companion who was also looking towards the direction of the village rather stoically. Ijin looked back towards the village and whispered, "Let's go." Ijin and Mishuseki became merely a blur as they made their advancement on the village.
Ijin bounded over the defensive wall with Mishuseki, and they landed on the nearest roof available. At this point, the winds and rain were not as powerful as they once were, and in their short travel the floating vortex of clouds dissipated, leaving a wave of destruction in its wake. Ijin looked around and everywhere he looked there were women and children screaming, and other fellow shinobi escorting the crazed citizens out of the city. Ijin narrowed his eyes towards the center of the village, the apparent source of the "attack" as it were. Ijin gave a little whistle to Mishu to get his attention and pointed towards the center of the village. Mishu gave a small park, furrowed his brow and nodded his head. Ijin gave a little smile, then leaped from the roof top to the next nearest one with Mishu was close on his tail. Ijin had to watch where he stepped, for most of the roofs in the area were extremely unstable and could barely hold themselves up. As Ijin got closer and closer to the impact sight, he slowed his pace, and quieted his footsteps. He needed to survey the situation before making an action, a golden rule in the world of shinobi. Ijin and Mishu stopped their advancement when they were a safe distance away, yet still close enough to see what was going on. Ijin's eyes narrowed once more, and a quick breath escaped his mouth. Ijin looked on in disbelief as he saw one robed man standing in the middle of the debris. The exposed skin was an eerie gray, and his face was covered by a large straw hat, usually worn to keep the sun out of ones eyes. Ijin thought this to be ironic since the sun was being blocked from view at the moment, and the man obviously did not need the straw hat, but that was besides the point. Ijin and Mishu held their spot, waiting to see what the mysterious intruder would do next.
The wind was savage. Kaen was being blown about as he tried to jump over the rooftops of kasai. But the wind seemed to Exhilarate him, like it was fueling his inner fire. Glancing around he saw something that made his heart stop. A huge towering monster that seemed to be part of the storm. Looking around in shock and confusion Kaen saw Roki frozen in fear not far from the creature. Jumping quickly to him Kaen grabbed his shirt and jumped with him to several buildings away.
Roki.... Roki!
But it was no good. Roki seemed to be frozen shock. Kaen looked at his own hands. He was shaking uncontrollably and his voice was slightly cracked. He tried to stand up but could not. People were screaming now, and running for cover. No shinobi had yet come to defend against the intruder.
Dammit! what should I do. The people, theres no time to get away. Back up we need back up.
Kaen made up his mind. Grabbing Roki he shock him by his shirt.
Roki! listen to me, we've got to fight. We have to fight until backup gets here. Its our job to protect the people of this village! Can you do that? can you fight with me and stay alive until we get backup?
The Kasaikage was having a party for the Hinoshi today, honoring his third year serving the village of Kasai as a jounin. Even though Isuzu had left the village on two seperate occations, his love and loyalty to the village always brought him back. It was like a magnet that pulled the iron will of the Hinoshi back. He had even left his entire clan back in Suna to come back to his village. It was the one thing that had been constant in Isuzu's life. His childhood, he found out, had been a lie set up by none other that Ibaku Hinoshi. His family had been killed at a young age, and the man who took care of him was really Ibaku in disquise. When the real man, named Fubuki, returned, Isuzu initially left with the rest of the clan for Kasai. However, after much soul searching, he discovered his true home was in Kasai. As proof of that, the jounin has served with all his might for the Ash Village. And now he was going to reep his rewards.
A slgiht rain began to drizzle on him as he jumped across the tops of the many shops, stores and houses located in Kasai's Middle Class District. It was an odd sensation, rain in Kasai. With such a dry and humid climate, it only rained a few days out of the year, perhaps two weeks in all. Isuzu figured this was simply one of those days, however. It was his lucky day, so perhaps it was the village's lucky day was well. Though, as the wind began to pick up, the jounin stopped in his tracks. He wasnt far from the Kasai Clocktower, which would give him the best vantage point. "...The wind NEVER blows like this in Kasai. Somethings not right here..."
It was a hard task to climb the tower in the wind. Isuzu was able to do it, however. What he saw once he reached the top of the tower was something only seen in a horror movie. There were many lightning bolts streaking across the sky, and a funnel cloud lowering towards the center of the village. Isuzu knew this wasn't Kasai weather, and quickly got on the move to the Kasaikage's mansion. Jumping from the tower, he landed on the ground in stride, headed straight for the mansion. However, his path was stopped by a group of small children who had been out playing only moments before. Looking at them with sympathy, he yelled. "Kids, get to your house. Tell your parents this storm is only gana get worse. Far worse!" The kids disperssed, and Isuzu headed once more on his way. However, he soon found the root of the problem in the center of the storm.
Standing there, clad in a black robe and a straw hat atop his head. On that robe were none other than red clouds. There were several genin standing around when Isuzu arrived. Him being the strongest there at the moment, he had to take the lead. "All of you, move to shelter. This guy is bad news. He would sooner see you dead then aid you." Isuzu said, as he unsealed his Chakra Katana from it's scroll. He then dashed with tremendous speed to be in the Akatsuki man's line of sight. "What's your business with my village, Akatuski scum!?" Isuzu said, ready to spring on the man in a moments whim.
Cut was holding the head of a civilian, late 40s, that wasn't fast enough to escape the tornado. The civilian was dead now but he still looked yummy. Ripping off an arm he chomped down on the bicep, tearing off the entire muscle and beginning to chomp down on it. That's when someone shouted at him, Tch... Interrupting my meal... he thinks turning to face the person. He looked, familiar it was odd, but Cut shrugged it off. His gaze was downward looking towards the midget shinobi. "Your interrupting my meal, that's not very nice" he says after swallowing the bicep in his mouth. He took another bite, this time ripping off the tricep from the fallen shinobi. He stood there chewing on it as it he stared at the shinobi before him. "I'll admit" he begins. "You are a brave one, not many are willing to charge out so blindly to challenge someone who clearly a highly destructive person" he says still chewing on the tricep. A quick shift in the storm clouds overhead released a lightning bolt. This lightning bolt wasn't normal, it was made by Cut's want and desire. The lightning bolt was a meter wide and it flew through the air downward towards Isuzu. Though it veered slightly to land about a meter in front of him, a smirk on Ukime's face. He took a bite of the forearm he began to chew on it and swallowing chunks of it. "It seems..." he comments. "Your village is ether grabbing shelter from the storm... Or they saw me and ran for cover" he says. "If you survive long enough, maybe you could be a help to me..." he adds tilting his head to the side. It was intriguing that his kasa never flew off his head during this torrential downpour and hurricane force winds.
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