Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24937485-20191205021638

'''What a battle…. Just the start was enthralling in its own way. Zhiro had expected immediate aggression out of both parties and found himself surprised to witness firsthand how real shinobi fought in a life and death situation. They were considerate. But why? Were they just scared for their lives or did they have more to think about, more to fight for? Was Arata truly concerned with their lives? Was that why he wasn’t taking risks? Zhiro couldn’t yet fully comprehend what he was beginning to ponder all the while taking in the battlefield the best he could until vision of what was going on was taken from him by the fog of smoke. Zhiro immediately reared up, ready to leap over the wall but then he paused.'''

'''His eyes flashed down to Tarou, ignoring the many wounds which the 11 year old had suffered like a hero. Zhiro ignored his own arm hanging lifelessly at his side and the excruciating pain in of his shoulder. His gaze was strong even as his left eye was almost swollen shut from the head archers headbutt. And he was about to speak with a true sense of urgency before his attention was suddenly turned back around to the battlefield. He couldn’t see it but he could head the sounds of clashing blades. Which meant Arata was still hanging in there. Surely the Jounin would win!'''

'''Zhiro’s hopes fell dead silent in that fateful moment where the smoke cleared and he witnessed the Jounin being stabbed by the merciless villain. Zhiro’s head began to race as a sense of dread befell him. If Arata couldn’t beat that man, then how did he and Tarou have a chance? This was madness. Even with Shinzo at their side….'''

'''Lost in desperation, Zhiro was only shaken out of it when he heard voices, and then someone… shouting? Complete surprise befell him as the body of Arata separated in insects which then constrained their enemy. This was the plan, the moment that Arata had been talking of all long. He could plan that far ahead? The Aburame’s style of fighting wasn’t anything like that of Zhiro, but the boy couldn’t help but be impressed and have a great deal of respect for the Jounin. '''

'''More importantly. It was time to let loose. And Zhiro looked as pissed off as could be. If Tarou would appreciate it, Zhiro offered the prodigy a hand to get up on the wall. After which a brisk wind would hit both their exhausted bodies. This was their final objective in this battle. After all which they had went through. '''

'''“I will ensure your opening…” Zhiro spoke softly, without looking at Tarou, but at the end of he sentence his lips moved to mouth two more words without a sound. ‘my friend’. '''

'''Rage incarnage was perhaps the best way to describe the young swordsman who rushed across the battlefield like an avatar of war given his current appearance. Not bothering to adjust his trajectory he rushed towards Jin in a straight line while followed by a blood-stained ponytail. His double-bladed Katana was already spinning through his fingers. He approached faster, pulling even deeper in his reserves while thinking back to Hanegaya and Shinzo, and, even deeper still when thinking about the future he promised to create, as he forced his legs beyond their normal capability before suddenly. '''

'''He dashed forth. His form but a shimmer as he flew through the wind. His blades a spinning trail of silver. Before suddenly…. It almost appeared as if Zhiro passed straight through Jin in slow motion while in truth he moved around the man with such dedication that a minor gust of wind spread out around them. During this maneuver Zhiro’s two blades whizzed around Jin’s left side like a series of razor blades striking time and time again without mercy. Each of the many slashes specifically targeted Jin’s muscles and joints to the point of rendering them unusable as dozens of streaks of blood were sent in all directions; leaving the left side of Jin completely mutilated and suffering from immense pain. '''

'''Zhiro came to a grinding halt several yards behind Jin, panting loudly after having performed the previous dance of blades which ensured Jin’s inability to move even if he managed to break out of the grasp of insects. Now it was up to Tarou to finish this once and for all.'''