Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160506032500/@comment-25866598-20160510075736

Before this girl could even complete her actions it would’ve been far too late. Her attempt to rush the lightning chakra that raced through her body would’ve reduced to mere cubes. Almost bringing a soft smile to Yone’s face not out of happiness for death rather happiness for the simplistic and symmetric. However that young woman that found herself attempting to retrain him with such a genjutsu would’ve fallen short. This was due to his inner spirit something that he held dear almost like a companion. A symbiotic relationship between a boy and a beast of sorts. He would’ve only been stopped for the briefest of seconds. The beast inside him shouting ‘Wake Up, you idiot!’ this being causing him to snap back to reality far before this young woman continue about her way. Even in the second his physique was stopped his body had still emitted the burst of heat. This would’ve led to her physique being turned to nothing but a pile of petrified flesh simply referred to in the world of science known as flash heating. Yone would’ve merely stomped his foot on the ground commanding this young woman from sight like a parent demanding respect amongst his household. This young woman’s petrified body would’ve begun to splinter and shatter with relative ease. Gone in a moments notice. . . something that didn’t happen often on the field of battle. These remaining young woman had left themselves vulnerable in the moments they found themselves attacking rather than running away their physiques now having been reduced to statues and than nothing but piles of rubble. This would’ve all happened in the moments that the young woman known as seika found herself attempting to restrain yone with a genjutsu and the young woman that stood a total of 6 feet away began weaving hand seals. Such a long chain indeed but there was no way she would’ve been fast enough to escape the impending wave of heat that would’ve reached her moments after the first young woman that found herself attempting to rush Yone. The pair would’ve only had moments to speak her last words or even conduct her last thoughts before her physique would’ve been reduced to nothing.

“Some would say there rested a higher power other living their life with not a single care for what lied for them in the afterlife. I however care not for either, a force of nature some hear my name and tremble. Others such as these shinobi find me as force to govern life and death. A corpse should be left well alone some say but, who cares what they say it was time the villains prevailed. No more happy endings. . . Happily ever after was going to end here.” - [Yone’s thoughts after the battle was over]

Yone would held his weapon with his left hand grasping its bandaged physique tightly and his right stuffed within his pocket just beneath that tattered scarf he wore. He would’ve set off into the glistening streets of that corridor he’d claimed his prey upon. Perhaps it was time he joined the final battle and put an end to this. If one were looking upon his physique they would find he’d been drawing in that very same chakra he’d injected into the world around his foes at the time. That young woman he’d diced into piece would’ve found her corpse without its eyes. Something Yone wanted to impress his father with as a gift of sorts. Yone was replenishing his chakra as he made his way to the front lines amongst it all his body was no longer lit ablaze from a jutsu he developed. The residual chakra from the jutsu had been drawn into the weapon he held dear to be used as fuel for whatever was in store for the future.