Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26510601-20170507195903/@comment-31966106-20170509225053

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“You always know how to show up exactly when no one wants you around. Of course, me and your soldiers here could have a rendezvous, catch up. Eat some fucking Yakisoba but that won’t happen, will it? You know they can’t stand up to me even in these numbers.”

Eito said nothing but giving Keldran his normal cold stare and he nodded as if he had a crook in his neck. Then all around Keldran more Anbu and Root began to pop up.

Pop up from the gravestones of all the fallen shinobi in the graveyard. About 267 gravestones were currently in said graveyard. These Anbu and Root now surrounded all around Keldran and Eito would step forward some more and spoke.

“What about these numbers hot shot? Do you feel so brash and inclined to ramble off the gums now?”

Keldran clasped his hands togethers and created a large barrier into which he could see all of the men. He counted it all together until he found the max enemy potential.

“So, 302 men that aren’t protecting the leaf from the Rise. That won’t look good on your resume uncle. As for me, I have no plans of entertaining these cannon fodder.”

Some the Anbu noticeably tensed up and wanted to fly off the handle at Keldran for dis-regarding their skills and power overall. Eito pulled a arm from his sleeve and held it up into the air to signal a calm down.

“Then entertain me. A fair fight, if you are so sure of yourself in combat then why back away from the chance of a life time. You kill me fair and square and these men will let you walk freely and kill themselves on my personal order. If I win, the obvious happens. I destroy your smuck of an upstart village. Burn it from the very ground up to the highest point. Until nothing is left but a smudge in the history books.”

In Keldran’s mind he could feel the trap lying in wait. He could feel the betrayal at any second, but even at the same time. Keldran would probably never get this opportunity to kill his enemy so clear cut ever again. Even if it was risky he had to take the chance.

“Deal, me versus you. No holds barred. Right here, Right now.”

'Eito smiled, a long, drawn out, creepy smile. '

 It didn’t unsettle Keldran but the Anbu noticeably backed up, whether to make space or out of fear was unknown.

 Eito ripped off his cloak and beneath it he only had on shinobi pants and all over his body where sheathed Tanto-like blades made of black-steel.

 “Have you ever wondered why there is no record or stories of me and your dad sword fighting nephew?”

 Keldran looked to him, as the mentioning of his dad from Eito’s mouth in his mind was unjust and disgusting to the ear. “Because, you were never the fighting type. Everyone knew that you bloke.”

' “Wrong, because I am and always have been the best swordsman in the world. ' You father, as strong as he was never laid a single scratch on me in combat. Yet I was the one who didn’t inherit the leadership of our clan. One you die, It will be mine finally and forever.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> Eito unsheathed all 10 blades from all around his body and placed them unorthodox all over him. Two hands, in the arms pits, crook of the knee, one in the mouth and 2 in the slit of the shinobi shoe’s free space. (Akurobatto)

<p class="MsoNormal"> It was a fighting style Keldran has never seen before and was slowly beginning to sweat due to how intimidating it looked.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Keldran pulled Murayoshi off his back and entered a samurai stance.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Eito and Keldran both looked at one another and then charged in a straight line.

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<p class="MsoNormal">' THE BATTLE OF THE FUMA HAS COMMENCED?! '