Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160506032500/@comment-24937485-20160513221436



Before he could have crawled far Kei heard something move and saw a shadow grow on the ground beside him, the shadow of a man wielding a large sword, which could only mean one thing; the opponent hadn’t given up chase and actually jumped out of the sewage ending, all 20 yards down to the ground. At this point nothing separated Kei from Death as this monster leaped through the air while cleaving down the massive weapon. How could one ever expect anything from the 16 year old who, with 10% charka, had fought through dozens of enemy men alongside Keldran who killed even more, the both of them getting severely wounded, to then last longer in combat with the shark-like foe than the actual Kazekage even after all that previous fighting, before then even running his lungs out to make use of the enemy’s acidic mist to take care of over 300 soldiers of the rain. To then even escape from a thousand brutal sharks. It only showed how strong a Shinobi Kei truly was to have gone through all that without enough chakra to use a jutsu, and barely enough to maintain his Sharingan, by cleverly making use of his surroundings, movement, and swordfighting ability. Showing that cunning was truely his greatest technique of all.



He had gone beyond expectations. So it was near disgusting to behold how Kei’s mind still wasn’t out of answers as his painridden body was spun to the side so he laid on his back just as the opponents sword first carved through the wet sand where Kei laid down before. Through the upheaval of sand, that barred ordinary eyes from sight,  Kei’s eyes, the sharingan, surrounded by dried up blood staining his eyelids, could make out the outline of the opponents figure to such precision that he even saw a pulsating effect in the outline from the main artery in the right side of the enemy’s neck. And that was where he struck.

As the opponent’s body would be locked in the momentum of coming down, and swinging down, and with Kei only needing a glance at the falling shadow to calculate the trajectory of the falling opponent beforehand, the Uchiha’s last attempt would be near inevitable as he had grabbed one of his last two shuriken while having rolled away from samehada’s wrath and then leaned up while reaching over with his only arm; aiming to throw the shuriken straight through the Carotid artery that would stop blood flow to the opponent’s brain, leading to a near-instant kill with a fountain of blood squirting around before the upheaval of sand could even begin falling down; making sure to hide his movements behind it.

With the attempt to his life being made, Kei had shown to have one final ace in his pocket, his capability to time precisely while going for the kill; especially when an opponent wen in aggressively. Something he had trained and practiced for years. He rolled away one final time and struggled to get onto his knees while taking the final Shuriken he has on him in hand. His eyes vexed on what would most likely be the end of this Shark-man.

“The more I ran, the more you wanted to see me dead. The typical behavior of a blood-lusty hunter. I knew that I’d eventually become such a weakened prey in your eyes that you could come at me with the estimation that I could do nothing… but I was waiting for your pejudice. Your brand of evil deserves not to walk on this world.”

If the opponent had died, and he met no more misfortune on his path, Kei would slowly but surely make his way home while always travelling out of sight as best he could, coughing up blood and puking several times along the way, but not before sealing samehada in a small scroll. And by the time Seika had arrived in Konoha, his shadow clone would disperse with said information of her survival while also returning 50% of Kei’s chakra. With that, he’d survive the journey home with the following injuries: Missing his primary left arm, suffered heavy bite wounds that took away parts of skin and muscle and even crushed a few ribs, many skin-deep cut wounds over all of his body, a major gash running down the length of his back, with all of the wounds infected from all of the bacteria that roamed around the sewage water.- The moment he’d arrive in Konoha he’d pass out immediately and wouldn’t wake up for a month or so to find out up till which point his injuries could’ve been treated.