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Post by Terumi Rinruri on Oct 2, 2013 14:11:51 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------------------ THEME MUSIC------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Note: This thread is open for 1 Chunin level ninja and 1 Jounin level ninja, either Mizukage Faction or Unaligned. If joining, be advised you must include that you were stationed here prior, as, it is part of the Kirigakure ninja rotation to ensure each shinobi has due knowledge and ability in any aspect of the village and its operations, except for specialty cases or secretive ones. If of the Councils faction or a Nukenin, feel free to join as an opposing force. Be advised you may control yourself and 10 npcs, of which none can be ninja ( As the Daimyo wouldn't have ninja, and the Councils loyalist wouldn't send too many important or strong ninja here, seeing as they believe its an easy victory)   The mist gathered over the island, far off shore. A horrid day, not even the sun could be seen in the early morning light. The light dinging of buoys could be heard midst the waves, as the mist rolled the eyes would play tricks. The guards positioned on the forward outpost looked far out over the waters, keen on doing their job, or at least looking like it. The soft tide dragging the hidden threat through the mists, a silence spread over the island. The birds cawed before taking to the air, and the waves grew quieter.
PHHHTNK!
The sound of a crossbow bolt sticking into wood,right through the neck of one of the guards. The other had enough time to turn and look wide eyed when a similar bolt found its home in the side of his head. A little ways off shore, sat a small fleet of ships, with a group of what looked like mercenaries, some carrying crossbows, some swords, none with a hitai ate. The men at the front were grinning and the man standing at the back of the boat motioned them onward. The sails billowed as the ships moved forward, all flying the Mizu no Teito Mist Imperial Capital City colors.
The ships slowly made landfall using the cover of the mists to breach the island on this far side, as the ships landed the men would quietly get out and make their way to the guard tower. Using grappling hooks, or running up the tower walls in some cases, they began to ascend. Once into the lookout, they tossed the bodies over the side and made their way to the connecting walls, cutting through the unaware guards positioned here whom were not quick enough to sound the alarm or too frozen in fear to do so.
That is until they came to the next area. In here were three Chunin on guard detail from the village as was part of their rotation. The ninja had heard a commotion and were pretending to be sitting at a table playing cards when the door was kicked in. As the first five of the Daimyo's mercenaries entered, the three ninja didn't so much as move or blink, just looking at their hands of cards.
"Lookie what we got here boys, Kirigakure dogs...playing games"
Came one of them, as the rest laughed and jeered. The men then drew their weapons and were about to charge. In a synchronized timed pattern, smoke bombs went off in the room, quickly covering the entire room and occupants under the dark haze as the lights within the room began to go out.
The next sound besides the huffs of the mercenaries was the soft thumping of something hitting the floor. Then another, and another. Soon, there were five sounds all together, as from the hallway the rest of the men looked into the smoky room. From the doorway five kunai shot out, each with an explosive tag on them. One of these struck into the shoulder of a mercenary, the others landed elsewhere in the hallway. The men here had little time to react, before five explosions ripped apart that hallway, the men inside it and the wall the blocked the prison on both sides. From here one could see out over the waters off the island and on the other side down into the courtyard some many feet below.
The courtyard was filled with other mercenaries all looking up into the hole, or killing other guards with ease. The smoke cleared from the hole and the glint of the three Kirigakure headbands could be shown. The mercenaries laughed, thinking themselves to out number and outmatch the Kirigakure ninja. They were the only three on the island, the rest were just hired guards or samurai looking for work in some cases. The few guards that remained were not match for the onslaught so it was left to these three to curb the tides, and hold off this invading force as long as they could.
Sirens began to blare, and a signal fire was lit on the far side of the compound. Seem finally the guards were on alert, and lock down had been activated. The fire were the signal that could be seen by the mainland, to inform the village what was happening. The only prayer, was these three could hold out until then.
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Post by Terumi Rinruri on Oct 5, 2013 23:20:23 GMT -5
And now, the next episode of Kirigakure Gaiden! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THEME MUSIC------------------------------------------------------------------------ Looking out of the hole, the three members of Kirigakures Mei Kiri, and the few shinobi loyal to the village here stood in awe of the assault for the briefest of moments. But their awe soon passed, as they nodded to each other. In a blur they appeared down in the middle of the courtyard standing back to back forming a triangle.
It was understood, against such an onslaught few had the power to stand up against the pure numbers, and as the group of mercenaries and traitors formed a circle around the three, grins began to take their place among the men. Three against a thousand, they thought that things were in their favor.
They were dead wrong.
In unison, the three members of Mei Kiri formed the same handseals in synchronization.
"Suiton: Jugun Hougeki, Ame Shikyo Zenki"
"Water Release: Ten Armies Bombardment; Raining Death from Above"
They said in unison, as around the field, in the air, water began to form into needles, first a few then a hundred then thousands. The surrounding groups of men, looked up, never seeing the likes of such large ninjutsu before. The stronger of the men drew their weapons and charged the three ninja, this is when theose three pointed their hands forward. The needles flew down like a shower of death stabbing into many and killing quite a few mercilessly. This took out a large chunk of those unready for the onslaught, but there were still quite a few left, these few got up and began to charge the three ninja.
Like a well oiled machine, the three blocked and attacked each enemy that came within range, using themselves as a unit instead of individuals fighting. People were sent flying in various directions as they were kicked, thrown or knocked aside. It seemed they were holding their own, when a sword landed a blow on one of their shoulders cutting a deep groove into the ninja/. The other two quickly pulled the sword out and slew out that mercenary with a kunai to his head. One of the ninja helped their teammate as the other took to defending them, getting ready to move.
In a blur they appeared on the far wall, overlooking the courtyard as the two set their teammate down to recover from his injuries, they stepped forward. The onslaught of enemies kept coming, but they knew they had to hold them off as best they could, and being on the far wall close to the waters, they had a chance to at least hold the tide here until reinforcements arrived.
"Suiton: Hougeki Kuryu Bakunami"
"Water Release: Bombardment Nine Dragons Explosive Wave"
As they performed another string in unison and controlled the water from the bay around the island, it began to writhe and boil, until it rose up in four great dragons of water, arcing up over the walls and barreling down on the opposition forces. Countless numbers of the enemy were wiped out in the crushing depths and might of these dragons before the water washed over and flooded the courtyard. With only a handful left, it seemed like the three had done it.
They shunsined once more down into the courtyard to look around at the devastation, seeing the few who had survived their onslaught, struggling to get up. It seemed they had won, that is until they heard the explosion. The south wall went up in a cloud of debris and flame, rocks flying off and over the battlefield. The three held themselves ready, as they looked into the gaping hole, to see this new horror. Mercenaries, like the others, carrying large metal cylinders, that were shaped like dragons came pouring in. But this was no small number, as it soon appeared there were more then a hundred of them coming through here.
The drain from chakra had taken its toll on them, but they still stood, wounded, fatigued in the face of this onslaught as they it was their duty to do so. Bursts and roars of fire shot at them, kunai came flying and then swords, as they blocked and dodged as best they could, striking back when they could, A slice would land here, a cut there, and then one of them took one of the blasts head on. He was sent flying back, as his burned limp body slammed into a statue in the middle of the courtyard. The others were struck for a moment in grief, and this moment was all it took as another blast lay into the previously wounded ninja and a sword ran right through the rib cage of the other. More swords followed this one, as he watched his partner and friends limp body get blown into pieces.
He knelt, as the men left their swords in him, knowing he was going to die, and laughing at him as he went. Rage filled him, in a final desperate act he pulled the swords blades with his hands all the way through him so the hilts were against his body, and grappled the two men near him. He then twisted himself, causing grievous wounds to himself as the blades pierced into the enemy and cut right into their spines. He died gripping their limp bodies, glaring into their eyes and the hell they were going to as he went.
With the last breath leaving their bodies, the hopes they had of returning home to honor were gone and blackness sunk in. All it seemed was lost...
------------------------------------------------------------------------ ELSEWHERE------------------------------------------------------------------------ The signal fires lit all the way to the mainland as messages were sent and ninja came running, things went down like one would expect of a military base. An alarm was sounded within Kirigakure, and the mist over the village cleared to show the clouds in the sky forming the water symbol. This was the unifying sign sent out when the Mizukage called a emergency meeting and so it was.
At the Mizukage building Rinruri was standing on the ledge, wearing not her Mizukage garb, but her emblems of war. Armored and weapon-ed, she seemed colder then usually and you could feel the pressure of her spirit from a hundred feet away. She raised her hands as the ninja gathered grew silent. The silence grew as she bowed her head for a moment before raising and speaking to the masses called here.
"Moments ago, we received a signal of attack from the prison offshore,as many of you know or may suspect, Kirigakure has been in a state of war for too long...
This war, was not against another nation, but against ourselves... and I have done what I could to shield it from the many of you, in-order to keep you from getting embroiled in a conflict that is between greedy men and the will of the village.
Today, I break this silence, and shed the light as the mist clears.
The Elders council of the village has for a long time sought to control the village, and they have finally achieved a treaty with Mizu no Kuni's Daimyo to take away the villages rights as an independent force, and make our power given to the country to be used as a weapon against other nations in the Daimyo's bid for dominance over other islands and the mainland.
This would strip you, our ninja, our people, of this great village of your rights, of your free will and reduce you to weapons as they have tried to do with others... like our Jinchuuriki Shosuke... and my brother... and you deserve more then this...More then being a weapon, more then being known for our ruthless tendencies, we are a village, stronger then any others on the mainland for our will against the darkness that surrounds.
We are the mist, subtle and silent, we wash over an opposition in one fell motion, and we are not to be trifled with....
So, my people, on this day I break our silence, I stand now in opposition of the forces who wish to break our villages spirit and to reduce the strong mist we are into the puddle to be tread upon.
I call upon you, my people, my family, those I protect, to stand with me now, and take back our land, our rights---from these people who seek to turn us into something we are not---and to bring freedom and prosperity to this place as we have done before"
As she spoke, the ninja cheered and roared on, for her words had a way of reaching into you. She had always been known as a cold woman, but it was clear to see, she had a warm heart, and now here she had chosen to show it. With another raise of her hand, she brought silence to the crowds of ninja again.
"Our first priority, is to repel the invading forces at Mizu Kangoku, and it is time these men learned who we really are...
I call upon the Seven, to stand now, and go forth, show these forces why the few are stronger then their many, and why they should have never crossed us!"
She said, and the crowd cheered, as she just declared the first act of war. Any member of the Shinobigatana that rose, would be escorted by Mei Kiri members to the harbor, where the fastest ships Kirigakure had to offer were already waiting. It would take them an hour to get to the prison, but that was plenty of time for them to ready for the onslaught they would face once close to those shores. Any member of the Seven Swordsmen is allowed to join the fight now, keep in mind the enemies you fight are npcs, have only basic weaponry skill, but they make up for this with advanced weaponry, aka the Firework Cannons. Have fun. Thats an Order. |
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Post by Kumade on Oct 6, 2013 0:21:27 GMT -5
A mist creeped silently from the water, rolling over the battle-torn shore of the compound. It was natural for such things to happen in Mizu no Kuni, and so none of the farmers or sellswords or nukenin questioned it...at first. Soon the mist enveloped everything, from the highest tree to the lowest trench, and ever so slowly it began to thicken.
Omaeda scratched his beard as he looked around. A firework cannon was held in the space of his left armpit. “Eh, Mouse-kun! Pretty thick mist, ya know?”
Mouse-kun turned around and, with his beady little mousy eyes, snorted. “Ain’t no such thing as a thin mist in this country, Omaed--”
He was cut off and his body fell to the ground. The mist had grown so thick that Omaeda couldn’t see the death of his friend, but he had seen his body crumple, and he aimed the firework cannon at the spot where he had fallen. When he opened his mouth to speak a gloved hand covered it, and before he could so much as move another inch, a thin blade pierced through his heart and lungs.
“Hey, this mist is too thick! I wanna rape this bitch’s dead body but I can’t see ass or balls!” One sellsword called out.
“That’s fucking sick! We’re soldiers, not creeps!” A voice replied.
“Oh yeah, well say watch thi--”
“Watch what?”
No reply.
And this trend continued. Banter went out from one pair of lips but it never entered the ears of another living man. When one fat man almost tripped over a body, he looked down through the cloying mist and put a hand to his mouth. He knew what this was, he had heard the rumors.
“KIRI-NIN!!!!”
The voice was all it took for him to be made the next target, and he fell to the ground just like the dozen men before him.
Suddenly a strong wind rushed over the battlefield, and the mist was lifted and cast away. With the illusion broken, the mercenaries stood on the shore and in the castle, weapons drawn and cannons aimed. Standing behind the dead fat farmer was a man robed in all black with a white mask resting on his face. He held a long thin needle in his left hand, dyed red with blood. At least fifty people were lying on the ground, each one having died of the same wound: a stab to the heart.
One of the sellswords opened their mouth to gawk in surprise. He knew what that sword was. and the legends around it. It was Nubari, the Threading Needle, said to pierce anything it touched. And that meant, “That’s Kumade, of the Seven! That’s fucking Kumade, of the Seven, Suijin damnit!”
Men began to talk and Kumade gingerly rolled a smoke bomb in between the fingers of his closed right fist. Talk of killing him and selling his sword seemed to be the most popular topic, and a few more aware of his abilities talked about running away. They were afraid of him. And as he looked up at one man, his white mask showing no emotion, the reason for their fear was made manifest.
An explosion of green covered the battlefield and the mercenaries yelled out in anger. Half a hundred fireworks went off as once, melting and burning anything within the cloud, but Kumade emerged from the top of it like a hawk taken to flight, and the needle in his hand went flying towards one of the cannon wielders. With a sickening shilnk it passed through his skull, and with a tug of his wrist, Kumade pulled Nubari back to him by the string attached to its end.
A dozen more cannons fired on him, but he was a member of the Seven Swordsmen. His prowess in combat far exceeded even the combined efforts of this motley crew, and with a few twist and turns, the fireworks all went sailing past his lithe body. He landed in a neat stance and instantly lashed out with Nubari. The needle passed through body after body, each one becoming another stitch in a masterpiece of blood and gore.
“He’s going for the castle!” One man shouted, and he jumped in front of the gates of the fort to block it. HIs skin went pale, however, as he saw the ball of bodies attached to the thread of Nubari, and it went paler still when his blood seeped out and he joined the screaming patchwork.
Cutting the string of his sword with a flick of a wrist, Kumade dived into the castle, his blade beginning a new ball of bodies made up of those who had attempted to secure the fort.
“Earth Release: Seismic Barrage!”
Kumade caught himself just before the wall in front of him exploded. A man in all black, much like himself, jumped outwards, his hands swinging around and smashing into the rock floor. Instantly the ground churned as if it were the stormy seas of Mizu no Kuni, and Kumade flipped backwards to avoid a crushing wave of stone falling from above. The nukenin pressed the assault, his hands hitting the avalanche around them to break it up further. A tsunami of stone washed over Kumade, whose hands had become a flurry of seals. Nubari was nowhere in sight.
Whatever jutsu he was preparing was brought to an end, and the nukenin smiled at the pile of rubble before him. Then a thin wire wrapped itself around his throat, and with a tug the nukenin’s head went rolling to the ground. The stump sprayed out blood, and Kumade stood up from the shadows. There was no time to rest; a dozen men had appeared at the end of the hall, and canons were lowered.
Outside the thunderous sounds of fireworks going off was heard, coupled with with a dozen screams. The sun was beginning to set, and many of the farmers and greedy persons had run off, not wanting to die to the swordsmen in the fort.
One mercenary, Minpachi, held a sword weakly as his brothers ran to the boats to leave. thirty men had left, and a hundred laid on the ground dead. Fifty had secured the fort, and another fifty had went in to trap the legendary shinobi so that they could kill them like they had the three chuunin.
When he felt danger to his side and looked up, he knew that his life was forfeit. Minpachi knew that all of their lives were forfeit.
Minpachi’s head went flying, and Nubari began to move on its own. Unable to predict its movements, dozens of bodies fell to its piercing point, and a quilt of dead was sown together and left to rot in the sands of the beach.
One man came at Kumade with a spear, and effortlessly the shinobi dodged it and landed a kick to the mercenaries throat. Another was already on him again, but the flash of a kunai caught his eye and then exited the back of his skull. Another three were aiming canons, but shuriken made nests of their throats. Kumade was too fast for the sellswords to keep up with, and too brutal for the farmers to gather courage against. Soon all but four had died or ran; four left out of a host a thousand strong.
“He doesn’t have his sword,” a big burly man noted. He was right; Nubari had been left to act on its own, and was currently attached to a ball of men half a hundred strong. Its thread was invisible in the darkness. Kumade held it in his right hand.
“San, use your katon to--”
Nubari passed through San’s throat. The big burly man cursed, but the thread was already behind him. With a tug and a bit of chakra it cut cleanly through his body, and once more Kumade held Nubari in his hand. A thin crack ran down his mask, and the white was stained with soot and blood. Only two people were left, but they carried themselves differently than the rest.
Their hands both became a flurry of hand seals, and Kumade jumped to the side. It was just in time, too; a flurry of blue-white lights dashed past where he was, seemingly intent on killing the female nukenin. Then they suddenly turned, and Kumade was forced to haphazardly dance out of their way.
Fires ignited the trees and corpses, and sand was melted into glass. A stray beam caught Kumade in the face and his mask shattered. He landed with a flourish, uncaring of the blood now freely flowing from his cheek and temple.
Ranton users, he thought to himself. If he could speak, he would have gotten confirmation, but the glowing sword of the female was all the confirmation he needed.
She dashed forward, her blade a blur in the night. Though she was fast and far more skilled than the mercenaries she had come with, her level of kenjutsu didn’t hold a candle to Kumade’s own. He read her like a book and dodged every strike, leaving the ranton-powered sword to burn through the wall behind him, etching deep hot-red scars into the stone.
A wall collapsed beside him and he rolled out of the way, casting Nubari from his grasp. Chakra ran down the wire he held, and before her companion could scream for her to move, the threading needle had passed through her body half a dozen times. She spat something out that was unintelligible, coughed up a glob of blood, and then collapsed to the ground.
“No...Aiko…”
The man stood there speechless, his hands limp at his side. He had done his best to use his shinobi training to block out the horrors around him; the still screaming balls of people sitting pools of blood; the hundreds of corpses killed in twice as many ways; the destroyed castle that stunk of death. But to think that Aiko, his lover, would die...to think that one man could kill five hundred so effortlessly...
He looked at Kumade’s face and found nothing. The shinobi’s eyes were dead, and despite the small wounds he had suffered, it was obvious he could and would do this again and again if he had too. Using just simple taijutsu and kenjutsu he had killed five hundred men. And even with whatever demon tricks his sword had held, there was no way anyone could have expected this outcome.
Kumade began to spin Nubari on its needle, and the chakra possessing made it hum.
“You...are a demon…” the nukenin spat out. Tears welled in his eyes and snot ran down his lips. “A demon! You are the Thirdcoming of that fucking Demon of Mist, and I curse you with all that I have!!”
Kumade said nothing; rather, even if he did have his vocal chords, he’d have said nothing. Nubari left his hands suddenly, a missile that flew faster than any kunai, and just like so many others, it skewered him like a piece of meat. The final body fell to the ground and Kumade reached into his pocket and pulled out a tagged kunai. It was tossed into the air where it exploded bright enough to be seen from the mainland.
The operation was finished.
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Post by Ðr. Tran on Oct 10, 2013 21:59:37 GMT -5
And now, the next episode of Kirigakure Gaiden! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THEME MUSIC------------------------------------------------------------------------ With the burst of fire over the island, the signal had been sent. But this signal had two meanings, one was for the mainland that Kumade had been successful and the other for the opposition. As they had their own signal, which was similar to the one Kumade used, that said "The battle goes ill" which was a good and bad thing. Large booming sounds could be heard somewhere offshore the compound, which would only mean one of two things. When an impact struck the south tower and the building exploded in a shower of debris it was easy to see what those booming were.
Kumade now had a challenge as it appeared the forces of the opposition were comfortable with leveling the island to wipe out the forces of the Kirigakure ninja, even though they did not know it was but one man. The loud explosions got faster in succession and many now were colliding with the building, leaving those still alive of the prisoners in their cells to be killed in the blast or set free. Kumade had little time to escape this.
After her poignant speech, Rinruri returned inside, the glass door sliding behind her. She would have some tasks ahead of her, most of which were not going to be pleasant but her first task was the address the five men standing in her office. Wearing black, and in battle gear, she nodded to them.
"Thank you for at least letting me finish my speech"
She said in a polite fashion, as her cold glare spoke daggers into the men. They were sent by the council, and she knew that they were planning on killing her. It was a shame that such a loss of life was needed to send a message to the council... after all,... they had paid good money for these five men. What came next none of them were ready for, inhaling a large amount of air, Rinruri let loose a blanket of lava into the air and as it flew she quickly used her hands to manipulate it. The lava was quick to wrap around two of the men as she gripped her hands like fists. They screamed for a few minutes and then were silenced.
The other two went in action, coming around with kunai's towards her, she had no chance of dodging, instead, she pulled the lava and a melting body back around her raising it up to be in their way. The two men quickly jump backwards out of the windows to avoid running face first into the molten concoction. She turned to face the sliding door, and the crowd below which had begun dispersing were now being drawn back at the sound of shattering glass. Rinruri let the lava drop, as the office caught fire, knowing that most of her important paperwork had back ups elsewhere.
Sliding the door open she returned to the balcony to see the two men standing on the roof over the building. The office beginning to catch fire, as Rinruri jumped up to look the men square in the eyes. The crowd below roared in support, but she zoned them out, as her hand came to rest at the blade on her side. The men held their kunai and glanced to each other, before charging, Rinruri quickly drawing her blade and tapping at one of the men's kunai on the out draw and then bringing the flat of the blade hard enough against the others hand to break his grip on the kunai.
Her sword vibrated, as it began to glow, her necklace glowing as well. The ice in her eyes chipped away, to reveal a calming blue, few had seen her in such a state. She was not going all out, but was using what her sensei had trained her in. him being a former Shinobigatana. The two men took a step back, drawing another kunai and looked to each other as they gauged with reaction a new plan. But they were too slow, and Rinruri was not a a forgiving woman. In a blur she was in front of one of them,, and her blade was on the other side of his neck. For a moment nothing happened as the man blinked, until finally his neck began to part from his head, as it fell off backwards. Blood spurting up to cover Rinruri and the body, but slowly the blood would disappear as it was pulled down her body to her arm and into the sword.
She would turn after this slice and bring the blade home right in the other mans chest, before he was given time to react to his friends death.
"From water you have come, and to water you must go"
She whispered, leaning close into his ear, he looked onward in horror. His body beginning to shrivel, his skin going dry, as he became a husk of a man all withered and dry. Once his body had been taken of all its liquid, did she pull her blade out, the shimmering clean Jian reflecting the light of the flames. Sheathing her weapon she approached back to the side of the building, Looking out over her people. With a leap she flipped off the building to land among-st the crowd as her loyalists began spouting water up into the office to put out the fire. People parted and bowed as she walked, and this is the way she went until she faded into the mists.
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Post by Kumade on Oct 15, 2013 12:30:30 GMT -5
Kumade watched as a flare of white washed over the horizon. As if some kind of herald, a red comet followed shortly afterwards, exploding in a dazzling array of colorful gunpowder. The firework cannons from the ships continued to fire, and the dazzling blasts tore through the fort; nothing was left behind other than melted stone, burning sand, and the acrid stench of cooked men..
Whether the mercenaries thought Kumade was one man or a thousand was unknown, but their tactics were useless. Despite the shower of fireworks aimed at him, it was borderline child’s play to move out of the way of the blasts. Knowing that his business was done, he turned to walk towards the water when a blackness sprung out at him.
Kumade blinked once and saw nothing but the smoky night sky of Mizu no Kuni. He could feel a wetness the side of his face and back, and something that felt keenly like a tooth was loose in his mouth. With a sigh he struggled up out of the shallows and spit the loose molar into the water. His eyes had trailed up to see who had hit him, and when he found his new target, a sense of dread caused his fingers to dig deep into the sand.
 “Yo, Kumade.”
Zansatsu smiled his familiar smile, and his hands opened and closed. He was shirtless, as always, and wore prison pants and no shoes. The flames gave his skin a bronze touch, and silver hair turned orange in the inferno. Kumade reached up to touch his throat, feeling the ache of the scar that robbed his ability to speak.
“That’s right, you can’t talk can you?” Zansatsu’s smile at the end of his question bit. Kumade narrowed his eyes, stood up, and clapped once to get the sand off of his gloves. When he reached to his side for Nubari, he realized that Zansatsu was holding something long and thin in his hands.
No.
Zansatsu’s grin grew from ear to ear as he held up the legendary sword. “What’s wrong, Kumade? Did you really think I’d let you use my sword when I got free?”
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