by Thaedael » Sun Mar 10, 2013 8:15 am
At this rate the instructor would have put them into an end game he did not want to be in. The simple task he had given to the girl was not even partially completed before he felt the chakra infused ice stop moving. At least she had been sensible enough to eat one of the damn things, his chakra losing consistency as she absorbed it leaving only the ones in her possession to be sensed. It was a game of shogi all over again, the opposing king doing nothing more than accumulating her own pawns to attack the two pieces they had, and he had no other choice but to enter his own end game. "A sword is but an instrument, only made meaningful by the people behind it. Call me sentimental, but I wish we had met under different circumstances, before all I had to experience. Guess there are little needs for words".
"A long time ago we were taught that to protect something we have to band together and trust each-other, that was before we murdered each-other in tears of sorrow, cutting down kin alike. To protect something you have to throw everything away." He closes his eyes completely the bloody mist dissipating as it readily fell to the ground drops at a time, shattering back into liquid. His own wounds continued to flow, the blood soaking into the robes, the soil, and nature around him as he began to form seals, with both hands. It was time to step into the end game with his gamble, he just prayed it didn't kill the lot of them.
Cracks begun to form in the earth and grass of the training grounds, he apologized to the first hokage as he begun to defile the very ground beneath his feet in preparation, the air dropping to extreme low temperature as ice begun to form in the gouges of the earth. He let the memories out slowly, the water of the ground feeding up into the battle field through the cracks in the surface, water tainted with mud, rocks, sediment, blood, grass blades. From the grooves in the trees, more cracks begun to form the ice coming out of the breaking trees, amber sap flowing down the tree to join the mixture below. Large columns of thick black ice continued to gather above the ground in a towering pillars, chunks of it falling and breaking into black water vapor, the temperature continuing to drop and the very air tainting blank and musky, the sun blotting out from the sky. All around him the ice begun to flow, ice in the shape of street pavement, houses, trees, a miniature city scape.
He was at the limit of his chakra, having given a third of it to Kasumi, but if she would never give up, then he had to hold his end of the bargain. Around him forms begun to take shape, some made real ice ice to look like other soldiers, others just illusions of soldiers formed by ice crystals floating in a chakra infused storm. Already some of the ice statues took steps, their forms an onimous black, sometimes tinted with blood, each with a blank face, wounds and broken armor, wielding weapons. They begun to fight,, attacking the clones of the women. Each fought as if it was an individual, some climbing up onto the back of the clones to slit their throats, other casting random ninjutsus of ice. Once more it begun, he just hope the other two kept their head level. He stepped back as one of his