Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160506032500/@comment-25866598-20160509000848

“OH OH ITS TIME ITS TIME” he was like the rabbit from alice in wonderland. His brain scurrying about as if he were late but, that wasn’t the case at all. Yone had been waiting his weapon still sealed away behind the plethora of bandages that kept its nature sealed away. His crimson hues were still dialed in its blackened tomoe pouring into view. He could hear the footsteps of those very same horse and the shinobi that once mounted them. They’d set out into that section of the city Yone called his own. He’d come to a stand on the ledge he’d been resting upon and with that he began to walk upon its surface with no hesitation. He began twirling his weapon in his right hand whilst singing “Oh, well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down,Where pretty girls are, well, you,know that I'm around, I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same, I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name. Ooooh Im a wanderer….” In passing his twirling had come to a stop and he’d reached the perpetual edge of his own patience. He’d propelled himself into the air seconds before the group found themselves trotting down his corridor.

[For Team Seika]

The moment the group of shinobi stepped into his sect of the city they would find not only blood but ashes. It was like it was snowing every drop a smouldering reminder that someone had set this very village ablaze at whim. This group would’ve made themselves known in advance far more than they’d been hoping because the moment this young woman found herself calling out to the one presumably in charge she would’ve doomed them all. Yone would’ve met the end of this young woman’s sentence with the collision of his own physique with the earth. It would’ve been as if an angel had been struck from heaven itself. His point of entry would’ve been directly between the squad of four. Had they been paying closer attention they would’ve found his physique lit ablaze during his moment of impact. Upon this being the case his collision would’ve led to that of an immense wave of pressure (Shockwave) escaping his location a mere after effect of his collision from such heights. “Oh but you’ve only just begun to make friends yourself my child…” Had this group been caught off guard by his arrival they would find themselves under assault almost immediately.

[Target Hitomi] Yone would’ve taken a capital chance to slay his enemies. The young woman who found herself in the brunt of the formation would’ve been the first on his list having surely been the closest. Had she not turned around she would found Yone aiming to plant his elbow into the small of back in short it would’ve been referred to as a spinal tap in most cases. This girl would’ve felt like she was being struck by that of a branding iron. Although his elbow would’ve been first to connect his fist wouldn’t be too far behind. The technique she’d been struck with in an entirety would’ve been rocked like the kick of a drum or the sounding off of cannon fire was resonating throughout her body. She would’ve been stunned and sent hurtling. The force Yone put behind this attack would’ve been enough to shatter her spine in a single blow and send her asunder; had she somehow managed to deviate the pain of a shattered spine and come to a stand she’d have been to daze to truly know what would’ve followed for her companions. The technique she’d have been struck with would’ve been known as the first extreme known to him as Wei. Had he failed to strike this young woman down with such a ferocious blow he would’ve been ready for whatever her companions had to offer after shaking off the shockwave that’d been left in his wake from his arrival.

[Target: Yukiusagi] However had the squad of four still been standing in there triangle formation even after the shock wave the next person yone sought after would’ve been rocked by something much worse than the first. He would’ve sought after that very same young woman that found herself calling out to the presumed woman in charge. Upon him attempting to greet this woman she would’ve found herself met by a series of blows. Something far more hateful than what had been delivered upon the young woman from before. H e’d send a palm strike to the base of the young womans head had she not moved she would’ve been met with enough force make the sound of jaw clattering heard throughout the battle stricken corridor. His force and speed were to be reckoned with especially in such close quarters. But this was not it; the rest of the motions would follow in rapid and smooth succession as if one fluid motion had the woman not found a way to best this unfortunate event. From the base of the head his hand would rub across her body from neck to shoulder slamming on the shoulder - a potential shattered shoulder joint. From there he would slide his hand across to her chest and pop his palm upon center mass: shattered sternum. From that point he would slip it around to the opposing shoulder and send the same palm pushing into said shoulder: yet another shattered joint. Holding that palm in a snake like form with back of palm jutted upwards he would run it towards her chin once more and strike it thusly; dislocated jaw. After that he would finally to end the combination palm strike from the chin straight to the collar like a short ranged shotgun one inch punch that would shatter his collar bone - a bone connected to all the previous points and shatter it causing not only that trauma but ribcage stress and lung trauma; launching her body forward after. His entire motion of this smooth flow with one single hand would take him only a few seconds to execute. Keep in mind his physique still read hot in these moments still aiming to sear away flesh. Had this all been successful they would find yone standing amongst those who remained his breath drawn in. This was merely a method of pacing himself for what awaited within him was waiting to be unleashed like no other. In the wake of his exhalation a small cloud of steam would’ve escaped his lips due to the surely cold weather that was present amongst a desert night. Had the start of his onslaught been successful he would gone into a jolly good bit of laughter, he was losing control even a man such a gentleman as he was couldn’t hold in his elation to often.

<span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Yone was indeed an Uchiha nonetheless his battle sense was honed. This woman that stood amongst the lot with her chakra poised and ready was seen as threat amongst the many but he was hoping all that stood before him was a group of four shinobi searching for a battlefield of their own to prove themselves. Had this bunch found themselves standing their ground against the shockwave and attempting to retaliate upon Yone’s arrival his eyes would’ve gone to work. His eyes on the swivel ready to track and counter whatever they had to offer. Even he himself was looking for his own proving ground amongst these shinobi. They merely sought him as a villain but never squandered on the thought if they in fact were the villains themselves. A corrupt lord could cause an entire nation to crumble as history goes why should this be any different.