Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-28124523-20161124191540/@comment-24937485-20161212171919

Now this was a sight to behold. Okami violently cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck by cocking his head to each side: making the bones pop audibly. On the other side of the room O picked himself back up from the floor and fixed that disfigured leg without too much effort before throwing his goggles away, for the first time allowing Okami to see those emerald hues shine bright with such powerful intent that it could only mean one thing. “You are controlling the rage… excellent.”

But what happened next was a complete ‘shock’ as crimson lightning began to envelop O’s weapon. Now red lightning was far from regular and to normal people it wouldn’t mean much but Okami knew exactly what it meant. “Red lightning… they say the color is a side effect of blood blending in with your chakra. Interesting.”. It was very rare, and usually only seen with those who managed to subdue the rage of their insanity through pain and sacrifice. But cosmetics were the last thing that’d impress Okami who took up a wide stance and opened his arms; unfazed in the slightest.

“Come.”

And come O did, faster than the eye could realize he had re-appeared in front of Okami after a display of an entirely new level of speed that surpassed O movements shown to Okami in the past weeks. And not just that, O wasted not a single second as he started a flurry of stabbing thrusts that sank into Okami’s chest one after the other. The sloshing sounds of the messy stabs claiming blood would continue to fill the room one after the other while red lightning coursed around the bone-sword; increasing its stabbing power.

O’s arm would be covered in blood by now as Okami’s head was seen leaning down to the ground; keeping his face hidden; until… suddenly Okami looked back up with his eyes completely consumed by crackling yellow lightning and a monstrous grin smeared onto his face. “YES!” Only now did Okami bring his hands back together, just after O pulled back from a stab and just before O would go in for the next, doing so with a powerful slam that aimed to strike the empty air just in front of O’s face before releasing a thundering shockwave of lightning that exploded in all directions with such ground-crushing force that it seemed as if the air around Okami’s hands was actually being distorted; aiming to send O reeling back at terminal velocity. “Thundering Terror.”  The paralyzing effect and especially the explosive/concussive damage would be immense from such close range, especially now as Okami didn’t hold back with the technique that filled up half the room and completely tore away the ground around his feet.

The zig-zagging scar on Okami’s chest now no longer flickered but permeated a constant bright yellow glow that only dimmed slightly in between heartbeats. “Your attacking motions embody the very spirit of lightning, quick unpredictable and powerful.”. Okami’s face turned back to that arrogant monotone even though his eyes were still glowing, making it look all the more scary as he tensed the muscles of his bleeding torso covered in a dozen stab wounds. He was such a beast that not even all those stabs halted him in the slightest, if anything they fed his power as his adrenaline sparked rage was under the completely control of his indomitable will. This was where Okami’s real power became evident, he was relentless.