Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20161214011750/@comment-30575150-20161216222700

-“Sir, you need not apologize for acts of fate.” Naraku tried his best to console his commander but he lacked the social skills appropriate for this situation and was left with an awkwardness drifting about his words as he spoke “You did what needed to be done, and I’m sure Takahiro and Shinra understand that.” Naraku nodded sagely as if his words were the hymns of a wiseman. He may be lacking as a shinobi but he still felt that his words could warm the heart of Ranta with their sincerity. Despite this display of brutal cruelty Naraku still found Ranta to be gentle and forgiving like the sea which embraces with the tide.



“Sir?” Naraku began as he noticed the flare of red paint the sky, though before he could act upon his thought Ranta already made his intention clear in that he had deployed his clone to support the unit in trouble leaving Naraku to worry about which of his allies were dancing with the devil this fateful eve.



As forty minutes leaped by in strides Naraku was left on the tail of Ranta, following after with great closeness as to not be parted as they tracked the most elusive of prey. As the prints came to an end and structures were found pouring from the earth Naraku would find himself gazing into the bowels of this new territory. As his commander barked Naraku answered “Sir it’s a building, a random building nestled into the valley.” As he spoke he would soon be cut off by Ranta who detected the enemies spying eye and demanded that Naraku draw his blade against the enemy. With liquid fluency he drew a nub of steel from his ninja pouch and from it created a shimmering blue saber made of chakra. This straight light-based saber was made of his chakra channeled through the special alloy of the steel.



“Hidden Jutsu: Fateful Three!” Naraku yelped as he began to weave handseal after handseal until finally he popped the cherry of his ninjutsu and conjured two clones made of liquid mass. Adorned by both of these clones were one of the tanto that Naraku carries as a signature. This is a technique that Naraku practiced behind closed doors, something he saved to show off with in front of his squad so that they would praise his genius and what better time than the present to deal in such matters.



As the bombs erupted and the spiders were eradicated Naraku found himself in a situation of lackluster where he was expecting more struggle and beauty only to be met with an easily remedied situation. With his clones conjured and his moment ruined Naraku began to kick the dirt around and mumble “Be a Shinobi they say. It will be grand they say. You’ll make fans they say.” Naraku was unfortunately with the mindset of a teenage drama queen now that the situation has simmered down from its former intensity. Though his sharpness may seemed dulled his clones are keeping an eye out for any movement on the frontier.-