Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-30269418-20161109154158/@comment-30269418-20161109181744

The man grinned and literally threw himself into the shuriken. An unsettling aura would be produced from the man as he didn't even cry out in pain; all he did was say, "Praise Yuzume. Praise Yuzume. Praise Yuzume." He was like a broken record on repeat. He threw his head back and laughed, the shuriken embedded in his flesh. He didn't even stop to try to tend to his wounds.

With the way he threw himself at Kei, it was clear that this man was no shinobi. He took an amber stone out of his pocket, and with a crunch, bit down on it. Red liquid that could only be described as blood flowed into his mouth as he dropped the outer shell of the stone into his mouth. He drank it down hungrily, not caring how foul the liquid tasted. He seemed to double in size as he grew more muscular; he didn't care where Kei was at this point. He threw a punch at a tree nearby, completely breaking the trunk in half.

"Praise Yuzume!" He laughed, a full-blown psychotic laugh. He went for another tree. He didn't know where his opponent was but there was more than enough time to find him.

This man did not care whether he lost his life or not; he was in a crazed delusion.