Board Thread:Kirigakure Arc/@comment-26444803-20160314032249/@comment-27960448-20160316034036

Dusk had turned to dawn, and the moon had turned into a nigh sun, bleeding through the miss effortlessly in the new morning. Life was exceptionally swell so far; upon the meeting of his new Sensei, and the realization that his closest friends were now his allies in combat and his number 1 ticket to becoming a great shinobi, it was all looking up. In such an early morning, he watched the dew of the day creep over a murky forest just as the mist did. The smell of tree sap and an ocean breeze fought its way up his nostrils, creating an endless array of amazing scents. He was dressed head to toe in his normal combat attire, in which he never changes ever since he had become a genin. The horrors of what he had to do to achieve such a rank was beside the point, and he'd prefer if they stayed just as they were: memories. His long, sapphire hair caught the sun's spotlight as it peered through the thickened mist. The leaves of the trees brustled against each other as if siblings fighting over the last snack. His hed pointed upwards, revealing a black cloth wrapped around his head cover his left eye purposely. This was just something he did, creating a blind spot for himself to try and maintain a poised nature at all times, even with limited vision. This was an effort in bettering himself, and increasing his perception and sensory skills tenfold. Just on the opposite side of his head was your standard Kirigakure headband, which hung low on the left side of his head, instead of like others, pointing forward. He wore a beige battle kimono over a sleeveless fishnet ninja top. A teal scarf hung from his neck and swooped in a knot down towards his groin. His hands were casually placed into his pockets and his face was emotionless. His sharp, emerald gaze, caught a luminescent glow upon reaching a clearing on his walk, the sun now having more flexibility to reach the wet patches of grass beneath the mist's surface. His pants were grey in color, stopping just at his shins and above his ankles to reveal bandaged calfs and feet, which left room for a black, standard, open toe sandal. He continued his walk, his toes connecting with wet blades of grass to create an uneasy and slimy sensation in which caused him discomfort. His gaze now focused forward, back towards the location of the village's entrance upon having been there all night, spying on shusuke sensei. It was sad though, his ability to stakeout was mere child's play, and inevitably, his target had escaped early this morning, and Mizumi simply slept through it. As you can imagine he awoke in frustration. He was curious in what his sensi did in his down time and become of this, found it his duty to keep a close eye on him; but not close enough. Now, on this quiet morning, he pondered on where his sensei could have gone. and how long ago. "Hm. I suppose he went into town, back into the village? I mean, where else could he possibly have went."  He asked himself, and to no prevail, he couldn't think of anywhere else. With that in mind, his focus remained on the village, and returning there; not to mention the fact that his parents were possibly worried sick. On his lower back, connected by a thin, black, belt; was a holster in which was filled by a medium-sized non folding war fan known as a Gumbai. Mizumi, a member of the Omo Clan was gifted with great profficiency in the usage of such a tool, really with any tool. His chakra's affinity made it even more of a pleasure, and because of this he was revered for his skill with the weapon, even as a genin. Walking forward some more, exiting the clearing and entering a deep part of the forest once more, his face grew sour as his ears were met with sound. A loud, echoing scream grew on him with more magnitude by the second. The sound bounced off of the trunks of the trees and Mizumi frantically ran out of its clutches. Reaching a road, a road he was very much familiar with. This was the rode leading to the Village's main entrance, small mountains being the only thing that could be seen through the mist. The road paved beneath his feet was damp, and he ran forward urgently towards the sound of the screams. Upon approaching the village with each passing second, more and more became visible. A luminous glow faded in the distance, fire, glowing embers, striking the skies and flowing beautifully. Though the acts that caused such flames lacked beauty completely. What he didn't expect was what came next: noticing his target. His target being whom he had planned on spying on. In other words, Shusuke-Sensei. Quickly, without thinking twice, approaching the main gate of the village he sprinted urgently towards his sensei, frantically allowing his voice to crack in dangerous excitement. "Shusuke sensei, Im coming to-"  He was unable to get his words out before 2 males hopped out of the shrubbery surrounding him. The two stood directly in front of him, laced in silken robes, with white, flowing hair. One of them chuckled devilishly, releasing an evil cackle from his lips until he was panting for breath "Hahaha!- Dinner, Dinner, Dinner!! Oh how fun. Oh how lucky we are Obimaru, let us feast; let us feast on victory!" Not quite understanding what was going on, Mizumi simply stopped his motion and remained distant from the two, his hand grasping the handle of the fan slightly, before one of the two males flipped their neck and their hair followed, removing the base of it from their face, revealing two red dots on their brow'''. Kaguya?''' he thought to himself in disbelief, remaining calm, he gathered the energy he could before exhaling, and almost before he could open his eyes his opponents had both kunai, and shuriken in hand. He quickly drew his medium-sized fan, and his opponents flicked their wrists in order to launch the projectiles effortlessly over the short distance towards him. Placing the fan proportional to the target, which was himself, he felt the thud of the weapons meeting with and impaling the base surface of the enforced wood. He swung his fan downward, a small gust of when scurrying beneath him, the kunai and shuriken falling to the ground beneath as Mizumi had just used his fan to protect himself from their purpose. With that in mind, he seeked to remove distance between them. He lunged forward wildly, his feet meeting the ground at quick speeds, zig zagging in his small steps. He met face to face with them, somewhat in the middle of the two.. The one on his left lifted his right knee and attempted to kick forward, his toes pointed in perfect position, in which would be a crippling blow upon impact. Mizumi swung the fan over his left shoulder and held it there; it being in his left hand's possesion. The kick would land heavily on the surface of the fan, the force of it causing Mizumi to slide to the right a bit. Though just after such an impact, a loud screaming could be heard. As Mizumi removed the fan from his line of vision to look to his left, he could see that his opponent was on the ground screaming out his lungs. He had broken his foot on the fan's surface. Still not as strong as full-sized one, the fan Mizumi wielded was still made out of a very powerful material, which was definetly enough to stop a kick, and as shown, at the right angle, able to cause the attacker immense pain. The other man simply looked in shock, and had began to run away, where he then stopped, noticing in the direction he was running was where Shusuke sensei could be seen slaughtering the man's siblings. He then turned back to face Mizumi as the better option, but by that time it was entirely too late. Mizumi already had a kunai drawn, and lunged it directly into the jugular vain of his victim. His body stood in shock as blood gushed from his throat in a searing downpour. To put him on his back, Mizumi spun 360 degrees and held the fan with both hands, swinging it vertically towards the man stomach as he spit out gallons more of his blood. He fell to the ground quickly after that, thudding and leaving a print in the dirt beneath. probably drowning in the puddle of blood before the stab wound had killed him. Picking up the Kunai he had dropped in order to wield his fan with both hands, Mizumi held it tightly before launching it at the man who's foot he had broken, who was limping away on one leg before the blade met with his spine, lodging between the 4th and 5th disk paralyzing him instantaneously. He then looked down the road with limited vision towards his sensei, who had miraculously managed to take out the massive crowd. "Sensei!- what's going on? and where are Karihime and Kaiori?"