Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161214011750/@comment-30575150-20161220092142

-As his clones clashed with the fire a plume of steam would erupt and shower the field with its heated intensity leaving the field in a shower that would not fade easily. Within the haze of steam Naraku would hear the dismay of his teammate as he suggested that they flee only to be called that of a coward for wanting to fight another day. So as Takahiro basked in the revelation of his strength Naraku would be reminded that genius is made in an instance and that to become Hokage he will need to grab ahold of the reins of life and make destiny yield to his command. "Thank you Takahiro, I'll prove that I will be the one to become Hokage!" Naraku barked out as he regained his composure.

As the steam drifted in the air stirring with heat Naraku was feeling himself starting to sweat in the embrace. He knew this steam was nothing than a distraction and so while fate lingered between sides Naraku would seize the moment to engage in the command of his superior. Ranta demanded a transformation and so in the cover of the steam Naraku would transfigure himself into the slick oil that Takahiro would produce, hiding in the oil he could only ponder what it is the brilliant Ranta had in mind for Shinra and Naraku as they clung in slick disguise to his puppet.

As he took in the disguise of oil he would reconfigure one of his clones to look like Shinra while the other clone remained him and so when the stormy gale was procured by the big bad it would find the entire team accounted for as the clones danced from his striking zone and evaded the wind that could have easily rendered them puddles. Delicate flowers that drifted in the breeze these two clones were masterful works of genius that Naraku took pride in, after all he was the Fresh Prince of Bel Clone.-