Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170821223247/@comment-26510601-20170822034632

Cam: Michirama chuckled, part of him felt relieved to be communicating with Death again. To know that there was someone out there with eyes like his had been comforting but not being able to contact him had left him feeling ... alone. "Yeah" he said with a chuckle, sitting on the roof and looking over the village "I've been wondering exactly that, I can't tell if you really exist or if I'm just succumbing to a sort of psychosis"

DIO: "Then I will ease your troubles and show you the power that lie within. I need you to allow me first in mind and spirit to do this, or else it will be nil."

Death leaned towards Michi and put his hand on his shoulder, his rinnegan coming into focus in this blinding world.

"My actions are pure and only those of benevolence. My time has passed, you are my heir as the god of man..."

Cam: "Show me. I'm willing to learn" Michirama let Death lay his hand on his shoulder. The young Senju would nod, ready for whatever was to come.

"I'm destined to become ... God of Man?" His voice was sceptical but interested "How did you die?"

DIO: "... It was in the sandy village, Sunagakure."

As Death was explaining his own end, Michirama could suddenly feel the entire world shaking. It was as if he himself was being torn out of the frame of reality. With it came an awful tearing pain, until finally Michi was relinquished of his corporeal form as suddenly his clarity came back to him. It looked like he wasn't in this ethereal world anymore, but as he began to move and look around he'd realize he was outside of his own body that was slack against the rooftop.

"Steady yourself," came a different voice from the body's quivering lips, "this is an unnatural transition and shouldn't be used so delicately. But you must understand." Michirama's body began to slowly move, erratically spasming out at random points creating inarticulate and disjointed movement as Death's possession came to be. As his actions became more fluid and natural, the body became shrouded by a fiery chakra that was most different from anything previously seen. When it first appeared it flared enormously, anyone looking at the house could see a small column of chakra reaching for the sky as if to grab onto something before it quickly died down.

In Michi's body, Death picked himself up and began to move away from the house. Michi's spirit would be pulled alongside for the ride, not needing to focus on moving for the time.

"I found a clever man for an enemy, unlike any other. At first, I thought he was nothing more than a desperate man just like the others. Using the peak of my abilities, he schemed and avoided me like none other. A rat in the gutters. Yet, in our final confrontation he revealed an unlikely poison that was mixed within the smoke and ash of our conflict. The concotion was disgusting and abominable, enough to bring me to my knees within less than a minute. The puppeteer died by my hand, but by his own actions the sinister and underhanded tactic worked and I fell before my mistress could come and perform any immediate surgery. Anyone else in his place would have died on that day. The same trick won't work again, however."

They were beginning to make their way outside of the village, nowhere too far away. Just far enough that no commotion would be caused once Death began to display the abilities he had.

Cam: As Death began to explain his death, Michirama's world felt as if it was being torn apart. Then after experiencing an unbearable pain like he was being torn apart, Michirama would find himself looking at himself in an outerbody experience, wait, He was out of body! When He saw his body speaking with the voice of Death, he panicked for a moment but did as told, steadying himself. The way his body moved look painful and a part of him wanted to rush to the defense of his own body but for some reason he found himself trusting Death's actions.

The output of chakra was phenomenal, if he could achieve a chakra level like that, he would be unstoppable, as soon as the chakra appeared it dwindled back down as it balanced itself out. As Death started to walk away with Michirama's body, the spirit Michi was drawn with it like a balloon on a string, he didn't have to put in any effort. As they traveled, Death began to explain in detail the actions of his Death. A dangerous battle in Sunagakure with a surprisingly talented man. Despite Death's superior godlike abilities however, he still succumbed to a poison that was hidden within smoke. Judging by his tone, Michirama could tell he still wasn't over the outcome "So ... I should keep an eye out for Poison then?" He asked as they travelled.

As the duo left the grounds of the village, Michirama felt a tad nervous, having his body escorted out of the village by a dead God, who knew what could happen, and what if the village took it the wrong way?

Listen & Read

DIO: "Of course," Death said to the notion as they continued walking, "at the least, be more cautious than I was within that foul moment. If not, history will repeat again and this inherent purpose will only be vain."

They were far enough from the village now that they would attract no immediate attention from the people of Konoha. Even to the sensory squad, it would only seem like a boy heading out for just another day of training as was per usual.

"I will now show you the pinnacle of all creation, the sacred power which we alone have been granted through these eyes."

"This ultimate power is called Heavenly Subjugation!"

Death quickly threw his hands out to his sides as if to push something away, the immediate area tremored as all the trees around Death shattered and fragmented into fractured trunks and other broken bits of tree. Within a twenty yard radius, all that was around Death was completely and utterly destroyed even the turf tearing itself apart as Death rejected the world around him at his own beck and call. As soon as he was finished though, Death went pale in the face and blood began to gush out from his nose before falling down. Michi would simultaneously pass out too at this mark as his spirit went back into his body.

It was likely that Death wouldn't be able to do anything like that afterward, the possession alone was a strenuous feat that would exasperate his spiritual form and leave Michi in a temporarily sick state. Upon awakening, Michi would be all on his own in the eye of the destruction that Death caused. Although it was far enough from the village that it wouldn't be noticed, this site was permanently rendered asunder by that technique which Death used. This wasn't even its peak potential, but rather a weak mockery of it that Death could use in Michi's body.

Now wasn't the time to linger however, Michirama needed to head back and recover before trying to talk to Death who was possibly doing the same in a more spiritual regard.

Cam: Death had an odd way of speaking, though he guessed a God would always use more religious sounding terms. Michirama would nod at the comment "That makes sense, maybe I should invest in a gas mask" He pondered to himself.

Now, Michirama and Death-rama had arrived at a point far out from the Village where they would not be disturbed by the village.

Death prepared to show Michirama the pinnacle of their ability, a power Death called Heavenly Subjugation. The resulting power blew away the country side, tearing trees and the ground apart. The power of his Subjugation would leave a large gash in the earth forever, a constant reminder that a God once again walked on the earth. However, just as soon as Death was finished, Michirama’s body had gone pale with blood dripping from his nose and things would soon go dark.

Michirama woke up after who knows how long, once again in his own body with Death nowhere in sight. What was in sight though was the scar in the earth Death had left behind. So that was the sort of power he was capable of … it was … awesome, and he wanted to know more about it. Michirama would slowly pull himself to his feet, wiping the blood from his nose before heading back to the Village, he felt drained, ill and like he just wanted to rest.