Board Thread:Kirigakure General RP/@comment-27960448-20170806013542/@comment-27960421-20170807185439

Confidence revealed to be childish cockiness as Saisei’s plan for assassination crumbled under him. His intentions were infused with misguided anger, and his allies weren’t hesitant to put him in his place. Saisei was a strong fighter for his age, but two fighters that matched his skill was too much to handle for this growing warrior. Not only was he fooled by a well-executed clone technique, but he also fell victim to an amazing display of earth ninjutsu. If it wasn’t for Saisei’s last minute jutsu attempt, he’d most likely be crushed completely under the abundance of terrain. He rested motionless knowing that if he attempted to move he could most likely disrupt his jutsu and be confined under the earth. He kept his head low and his eyes closed. He wasn’t in any position to attempt to fight back and he knew that. His eyes started to leak slowly like a faucet; producing small drips of waters. The tears weren’t high in quantity, but coming from touch skin any tear meant something. He wasn’t necessarily tearing up from feeling defeat in his battle; it was built up emotion finally pouring out from a year’s upswing. The sounds of heels gradually became louder. Enshin hovered over Saisei and remained speechless. Three quick kunai surrounded Saisei and he noticed that they were equipped with paper bombs. Saisei didn’t say a word; he just remained silent in his water prison technique. If Enshin were too blow those bombs, Saisei’s jutsu wouldn’t be able to withstand the full force and he would most likely be severely injured. His ninjutsu strength was still in training, and not strong enough to take an explosion like that. He was prepared to take the blast, though he knew he most likely wasn’t going to have the will to fight afterwards. Iremono’s voice flooded the air, demanding Enshin to not detonate his paper bombs. Saisei heard his words and his body became numb. Iremono’s words showed that he still cared for the lives of his friends, and that they shouldn’t be fighting. Saisei’s heart was so full of misguided rage that he was attempted to harm those he went through what he lived. His thoughts raced to the words Enshin tried to instill in his head; that he needed to learn who to kill. Saisei begin to see that it isn’t of his true intentions to harm anyone from his homeland; anyone who breathed the same air as him on a daily basis. For the past year he had been slaughtering those who he should have helped. He realized that the mask that he wielded was formed for those who did not want anything to do with his village. Those who harmed and left his home with no thoughts on returning. His clan passed down this mask for reasons more than just to showcase raw potential, but to entitle one with the ability to keep Kirigakure pure. His misguided anger was starting to become a controlled fuel; burning to reach a goal. To do what’s best for his village success and to make them the supreme power over the entire ninja world. He is an ally to Kirigakure and all the shinobi who reside there, and only them. Saisei was still indeed a home-grown killer from the bloody mist, but his targets were no longer these two. '''“My intentions are no longer to kill anyone…in fact I feel foolish for drawing my sword against you two in the first place. My words were fueled by a hate that isn’t derived from you guys. No Kirigakure shinobi will die by my hand ever again.”''' Saisei spoke truthfully from his heart, though he didn’t expect mercy. He was fine with the release of the jutsu, or the explosion of the