Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309212500/@comment-24937485-20160318222641

Everything looked to be going quite well for the Zeshindiana Jones, at least until his feet thought to find a floor where there wasn’t’ any and ‘Woosh!’ down he went. Unsure of where this drop down a narrow pit would lead, Zeshin made sure to look down below and smiled while seeing a big enough gap that showed the red glow of torchlights coming from further below. Whatever was down there however, it didn’t look too appealing to the Namikaze who narrowed his eyelids to make out a purpleish substance of sort. The speed of his descent, meanwhile, had caused his hair to revolt in a spikey upwards fashion like one of them Saiyan kids but then, just before reaching the bottom of the pit, he spread his legs out both ways and pressed them against the nearby walls to bring himself to a grinding halt just before falling down into the ominous smelling room. Then, making sure to cover his feet with a layer of chakra before touching the stuff, Zeshin let himself fall down in a sorta elegant landing, wobbling  a little due to the unusual texture of the liquid.



The way that he just stood there trying to balance himself before taking a long slow look around the peculiar room aligned with torches, it just seemed like he wasn’t aware of the danger at all, not ever seeming to have spotted the opponent. But one couldn’t be more wrong. A grin crept onto Zeshin’s lips, a cunning Grin, as he watched the adversary weave handseals from the corner of his eyes.

Zeshin quickly took the marked scroll from under his belt and threw it up into the air. Then, as the Kunai came falling down, he made short dashed both left and right to avoid the sudden plumes that blew out of the bubbles, and while he did so caught and threw eight of them in a circle around the room; leaving two embedded in each wall, with equal space between them, leaving the corners open.

Kunai number nine found itself thrown back up the pit Zeshin had fallen down earlier; embedding itself in the roof over 100ft above which was another testimony to Zeshin’s throwing ability.

The tenth, and final, kunai, was grabbed in Zeshin’s left hand, in a reverse grip, as a plume of the purple mist suddenly erupted from below his feet. At this point, it seemed sure that whatever he had all just done was useless and this blonde Jounin would be toast. But when the mist had grown a little less dense where Zeshin last stood, he was simply nowhere to be seen! Instead he had already jumped off the wall behind the opponent and came at the gas-masked villain with tremendous speed.

Flipping his Kunai into a normal grip, the Namikaze then aimed to drive the weapon deep into the back of the opponent’s right shoulder.

“Neurotoxins huh?” Said Zeshin in a surprisingly calm voice as his serious eyes stared dead-ahead past the opponent. And that’s when a drop of the purple liquid was seen falling down from the kunai in his hand. “See I dipped this into the lake before I struck you. I wonder what a direct application into your system will do to your brain. Perhaps you’ll feel more kindred with the souls you’ve forsaken.”