Board Thread:Kirigakure Missions/@comment-27975781-20160327022512/@comment-24955808-20160327092908

Traveling within his bubble, he could feel something going wrong, only for the young male to see an army of the dead, lying dormant on a field of waste. There was nothing but horror that this village took. With this though, he could feel the power surging within him. This power… simplistically seeming to take over his being. The amount of death that seemed to be within the area, it was sick. Any normal person would have turned away, and ran … Ran for his / her sanity. The amount of sick, twisted, foul-smelling scenery that was displayed before them was slightly more sick than that of the Academy. Sadly, this didn’t have a negative effect on the 13 year old, seeing death in it’s fresh state as well as it’s rotten. It was something about this that actually… started to excite him. His heart racing – beating faster and faster as his mind pounded as well… the screams of fear from the Gennin that he had once trained. Why the hell was wrong with him? How could he fear such glorious work? Yes… The glorious work of the killing of these people. Human life… what did it matter? One lives, one dies, it’s the price to pay. It’s the price right? So death should be a thing… His mind went black, him unable to think, feel, barely able to even function, his face going to a dark, blank state. His icy-blue eyes were now blank, lifeless. It was as if he, himself was unconscious. A few seconds passed as the corpses began to be filled with life, which was when this black Aura seemed to surround the Black Demon of the Hidden Mist.

Taking one of his hands, reaching back, placing his hood over his head as he then took the pipe, lifting it up to his face. “Die.”  He said with his mouth tuning up into that of the most dark, sinister, and sadistic grin that one could have. “Death.”  He said simplistically as his voice seemed to be even darker than before, slight deeper. Placing his mouth against the pipe as the bubble floated downwards, the army rising from the ground, as if life was renewed within them once again, the corpses around him were all pushed back as the male went downwards, the bubble teleporting him pushing them back. “Find the leader, Please…”  The thirteen year old man was attempted to hold some sanity. “You too… Kari…hime….”  He said to them as he seemed to be different. His look, his face, his expression… simply seemed as if he were possessed. “Get away please…”  He said as the corpses took their stances in an offensive, Taijutsu stance. Releasing his air, the bubbles flew out of his pipe in a cool, simplistic manner as a multitude of bubbles left from the pipe, flowing out in what seemed to be an endless stream. The number – countless, the speed, immense, and it simplistically left as the area was simply filled with bubbles… bubbles… BUBBLES! BUBBLES ONE FOR ALL! Bubbles took over the area, as if it were a vermin, infesting a home, the corpses having no lee-way, only to suffer the fate of death as the bubbles overtook them.

Explosions, Limbs being torn off due the acid, and more explosions. The corpses fell down to the ground, some even coming close as the male ducked and weaved, taking one hand with a kunai, slashing and dashing his adversaries, just as he had did with his bubble clone. His black aura seemed to grow thicker, as he could feel it. He could feel the darkness envelope himself, swallowing him up whole, as the sadistic smile, as well as his sharp teeth emerge even more vividly, the remaining blood from the corpses decorating his black clothing. Laughing out, in that of a crazed, twisted manner, he pushed himself to new height, a surplus of bubbles created, hit by the corpses, exploded, or burned through their skin. Now mercy was shown – as if this was some sort of game. In his mind there were no teammates, there was no mission, and there were no enemies… This was fun… explosive fun.

