Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20161020211256/@comment-24714922-20161024231029

Mugen was already pushing himself to his feet despite Nali’s protests, his insides felt better, though his ribs still ached a million times over. He was showing an incredible amount of resilience, almost anyone else would have doubled over easily or even karked it from the wounds he’d received. His left eye still seemed unable to open and even as he moved he could feel a few stitches splitting. His rise was short lived however when he felt a foot collide with his chest forcing him back into the ground, Nali’s healing had at least strengthened the ribs giving them a few seconds before they started to cave. The stitches tore open, seeping bloods everywhere. Mugen hissed in pain but didn’t scream out though he gripped the ground tight enough to tear up his nails.

He stared O in the eyes as he ranted, claiming himself to be better in many ways yet here was, being a slave to his own name. The fact that a simple name could trigger such a reaction was pathetic. He just stared at O in contempt, not even speaking to his ‘brother’. Mugen wiggled slightly though it was probably just make the situation more comfortable. The senjutsu chakra that his body naturally gathered flowed around his body, he didn’t show it but this situation enraged him, enough that his sage transformation was beginning to take place. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of mindless dribble O stood up and began skipping off. The moment his back was turned and he’d made a few meters progress Mugen entered his Sage transformation. Mugen clambered to his feet and entered into Stage 2 as he really fed the fires of rage. His body underwent the usual drastic change though this time there was a slight change to it. His left eye was covered up by a third large horn.



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Mugen’s wounds had opened up again quite clearly and despite the oncoming unconsciousness he had a few things to say to his moronic brother. His back bulged and three large thrusters appeared on his back flaring out a bluish green chakra. The cannons flared and launched him forward blistering speeds, tearing his wounds open more with the strenuous movement. In this state Mugen’s speed rivalled or even surpassed O’s, and his strength was immense. Should he successfully close the gap on O He would slammed his open palm into the back of O’s head and grabbed it, continuing the movement and hopefully dragging O through the dirt before coming to a stop. If this had all worked he’d keep O’s face pressed into the ground and lean down so his mouth was beside his ear “You know O” His voice was glutteral “You’re a slave to your name and it’s pathetic. A name’s meaning means nothing. Ever. It’s up to you to change it, though I guess that’s a concept that goes over your head.” He winced, his injuries becoming much worse, his stages fading away as he reverted slowly, he’d really pushed himself past his limits this time, he had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to pull this move “We may be adopted by Godric, but neither of us deserve to call ourselves Fuma. Not yet.” He would take his hand off of O and stand up slowly, hissing at his injuries “If you’re gunna kill me, do it soon. Cause until you do” he held up a hand as he began to stumble away, two fingers rose “You’ll always be second to me”. Mugen didn’t make it very far before he fell to his knees, the pain and blood loss finally taking its toll. “Ahh shit” He rested a hand on his stomach before slowly toppling onto his back and closing his eyes as he fell unconscious.