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The clash; Aiko and Nanashi
Topic Started: Jul 13 2015, 09:22 AM (164 Views)
Aiko Uchiha
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The day was coming to an end. It was not too cold, not to hot, but warm. The Sun was sitting on the horizon as the sky grew darker. The Sun seemingly began to disappear under the surface of the earth itself. A particular ninja was sitting on the edge of the cliff, watching this event. He had not taken the time to relax, and this was the time to do it. Nothing much was happening at the moment, so the shinobi decided to take advantage of this opportunity to look back on his time on this strange world. He had met a maid, who was a skilled with knives. She would probably rival even best Jonin back on Aiko's world. The ninja still regretted losing to her, only to wake up in a strange room. Sure, he had gotten out of there as fast as he could, but why did the maid bring him there?

Aiko Uchiha thought about the woman's strange techniques with the hundreds of knives that came his way. He knew it wasn't speed, if it was he would have picked it up with his Sharingan. He did not think it was teleportation, because while she was always one step ahead of him, she way she made things appear seemingly in thin air. The Uchiha could remember all too well of what took place in that spar. He had her, his chidori was active in his hand he was right about hit her in the chest. There was no way she could've dodged it. In fact, it confirmed that her ability was not teleportation because if it was, why did she not dodge it then? It would've been easy. The Uchiha was right about to hit her, his hand not even an inch away. However, at the last second, a barrage of knives came from who knows where.

The shinobi had been nailed with many of them, and had blacked out. While he had lost to her that time, he promised to himself that he would not lose again. He was an Uchiha, and they cannot fail so miserably. He shook the thought away from his head, trying not to get too worked up over it. He knew that once he figured out her trick, he would be able to figure out a way to beat her. For now, he had to wait. He changed the subject of his thoughts to himself... from another universe. It was a scientist named Aiko Senju, not Uchiha. That man had a weird way of thinking. He created the Akatsuki in his timeline to not just obtain the power of all the tailed beasts, but to do it in order to plunge the world into chaos.

He had quite a past though. A child seeking seven of them, and barely escaping with his life? It was too bizarre to be true. Tailed Beasts were practically built for destruction. It will remain a mystery to the Uchiha how a mere child survived a blast from the legendary Tailed beast ball. Seven of them in fact, fired at the same time, hitting a the same spot. Aiko Uchiha shook the thought from his head, hating that version of himself for playing God.

Suddenly, without warning, the ground shook under Aiko's body. He got up, thinking it was an earthquake. He didn't know what was going on. It happened again. The ninja fell down on his rear end, hearing the same sound again, but it seemed to be in a pattern. The ninja heard the sound of the trembling and it seemed to be coming form a distance. He looked over the edge of the cliff into the distance, and his eyes widened. One thing was for sure, it was no Earthquake. However, it was something worse. It an army.

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The trembling wasn't caused by an earthquake. No, it was caused the simultaneous footsteps from the soldier moving as one. There hundreds, maybe thousands of them, and they did not look like they were here to enjoy the sunset as well. That wasn't even the worst of it.

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Behind them, were not one, but two winged lizards and boy were they big. They had red, scaly, reptilian skin. A menacing tail, sharp teeth, and a yellow underbelly. Aiko Uchiha did not think it could get any worse. He thought it should be best to just stand and watch to see what they were doing. He knew he could knock take them on all by himself. He would get killed in seconds. As he watched them, one of the solider's who were on a horse, looked and saw the ninja, standing on the cliff, looking down at them. He looked toward at another soldier, nudged him and they all began to look at Aiko, one by one. The Uchiha knew he had been foolish to stand up and not try to crouch down, but he was so shocked he couldn't move. It was this reason that when a dragon fired a powerful fireball at him, he did not move.

It seems that the beast's aim was of as it hit the ground under the ninja. It collapsed, and he began to fall all the way to the bottom. He was knocked back into reality as he then moved his feet to the cliffside, and was able to slide down to the floor under him and prevent injury. The army lined up and they were facing a stand off. The Sun began to disappear completely from the horizon, becoming dark. The shinobi's eyes adjusted quickly, since the ninja was used to the dark. Right now, Aiko was only able muttered one word from his mouth as they stood still, facing each other. The Uchiha began to feel fear creep into his body, something that hadn't happened in a long time. He tightened his fists, knowing that he would have to battle them. Each side wanted the other to make the first move, and what they would do next would be based on that."Sheeeeeeit."

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Edited by Aiko Uchiha, Jul 13 2015, 09:42 AM.
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Nanashi
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Nanashi had been traversing the many obstacles of the world on his own, the ronin was always moving forward, a drifter that did not call a single place home. This was odd for most swordsman, they would have to return home in order to sharpen their blades and get more equipment but Nanashi was different; no mere swordsman. He was trained to be self-reliant, a man of many skills in the field and because of that, he was not just dangerous as a warrior but as a tactician. His knowledge of topography, flora, fauna and human anatomy made him adept in the art of killing, a murderer, a demon all these titles belonged to him, yet he felt he did not belong to a single one. He was free of the restrictions of titles and names, was it better to be known as a demon or to be known as a ghost whom people could never truly identify. This was Nanashi's way of thinking, without a name, he could not be a presence and if he was not a presence, he might as well have been a myth or legend, nothing that the history books should remember.

With his blade strapped to the left side of his hip, Nanashi set off where he found himself wandering among rocky terrain, it was more so a plateau than a desert, yet the heat was present. The sun was beating down still, making it's presence known even though it was late in the afternoon, he knew however, the light was an important part of being able to move freely about, he would not dare to try the same thing once the sun set. The plateau would become a barren wasteland, the temperatures dropping to freezing or even lower since it was so open, for now, he'd make the most out of the heat the sun gave off. The ronin dipped his straw hat down a tad to cover his eyes as he continued walking, that's when a loud rumbling caught his attention. "An earthquake? No, the ground is rumbling but it is more auditory than a shift." Nanashi looked up where he saw one of the many mountains crumbling into pieces, he jumped back, his powerful legs propelling him a few dozen meters away from harm. A massive cloud of dust had erupted into the air and after a few moments, as it began to settle, Nanashi saw thousands of men, each wearing imperial era armor and lined up looking in his direction.

The swordsman did not say a thing, he simply raised an eyebrow as his eyes traced over the soon to be battlefield, they did not look like they had any intention of letting him pass, though he didn't care what they thought. All he knew was that right now, there were a lot of people in his way and that was incredibly inconvenient, still, he thought he'd be fair and offer the group a warning. "You're in my way." Without even a second thought, Nanashi drew his blade, the cold steel making almost a hissing noise as it was pulled from the sheath, a vibrant color of blue emanating from the razor sharp edge. He held the blade low, in a warning stance that was common among warriors, it was clutched tightly in his right hand as the blade was pointed at the ground, his light eyes tracing over the group. An ear shattering roar echoed as he looked up and behind the group he saw 2 massive monstrosities bellowing loudly, their wings outstretched in what he assumed to be some sort of territorial display or threat. Of course, the unfeeling warrior did not show any weakness, his stance did not falter as his eyes grew dark, his expression changing to one of ferocity as he raised his blade up, extending the edge towards the amassed group of men. "Move."

Before he could say anything else, the groups attention shifted to the left of him, that's where he saw a young man standing near him. He looked armed though Nanashi could not asses his skill level merely through his first glance alone, what he could tell however was from the way he was dressed and the headband he had seen before on another ninja. This man was a shinobi, the emblem on the front of it was no doubt the same, so Nanashi had worked out that this boy was a member of the Hidden Leaf Village, or at least that's what he thought it was called. The more he ran into these so called "ninja" the less he thought he knew about them, weren't ninja supposed to be silent and warriors whom lurked in the shadows, what was one doing here in front of an entire army of heavily armed soldiers. "Shinobi have no place on a battlefield. If you intend to move forward, I suggest you stick close." Nanashi offered his services as a swordsman, this was a very rare occasion, he had not had the chance to fight against an army in quite a long time, this was a sort of test to him now. Nanashi took in a breath, his lungs and chest expanding as he cleared his mind, his eyes closing completely, his left hand raising up to grasp the bottom of Kanyou's handle. This was the same ritual he had gone through time and time again, a "moment of silence before the storm" as he put it.

"One thousand. Give or take a few hundred. That armor gives protection but makes them slow. Exploit the weaknesses, under the arms, the neck, the inner thighs and half an inch of space between the waist. Their advantages; numbers, winged beasts and a group mentality. My advantages; Kanyou, my skill, my speed. Counter with quick jabs, slow them down, break their mentality and instill fear. Shi-Cho will be most effective here, need to watch out for the young kid. If he stays close, he will be fine and he seems to know how to handle himself. Those dragons however...tough hide, massive, extremely dangerous at close and long range. Close in, aim for tendons, cut them a thousand times and wear them down, victory is assured." Nanashi's eyes parted, a cloud of steam escaping from his lips as he held his blade out in front of him and without any hesitation, the ronin charged forward with blinding speed. The ground under his right foot, the foot he leaped off of, cracked and shattered into a million pieces as he became a blur of blue and silver. Behind him, a massive gust of wind would chase Nanashi as he charged through the front lines, swinging Kanyou in a horizontal slash, aiming to fell the front line in a single swing. Nanashi knew not the intentions of the soldiers but the moment they aimed their weapons towards him, they were already as good as dead.

The sickening sound of Nanashi's blade cutting through the air was soon followed by screams of pain and the sound of blood being spilled as the blur of blue and silver became a blur of red. Nanashi's single swing had dismembered about 15 people at once, each of them losing either and arm or a leg as they collapsed back in pain, the rest of the soldiers growled ferociously as they charged the ronin, trapping him in a circle of men, this was exactly the scenario he was looking for. All at once, the spear men jabbed forward with metallic pronged blades, Nanashi slashed in all directions, a line of blue staying in place from the speed of his swings, he had managed to slice ever spear in half before they even managed to get in range of harming him. The metallic and wooden pieces of the spears collapsed on the floor, leaving the men in shock as they saw Nanashi, his blade being held upward as he assumed a forward stance, this was to signal the inevitable now. It was his turn to attack. Nanashi slashed forward at a diagonal angle, his blade slicing through the torso of a man before him, before he could even fall apart, Nanashi spun on the ball of his foot and landed a powerful spinning back kick, sending both halves of him crashing into dozens of men behind him.

The soldiers shrieked in fear as they watched man after man being dismembered, cut in two, decapitated and their blood being splattered in all directions. Nanashi became the demon he had always harbored while battling like this, there was a reason he was known as the red demon and before the thousands of men, they could see it, his true personality. A figure drenched in sanguine, in crimson, limbs scattered along the floor as his dark eyes locked onto each of them, he was no longer a man, at least in appearance, he had become a demon in their eyes and true to their namesake, he began to relentlessly attack. Every way Nanashi swung his blade, a streak of crimson would appear on the soldiers, he was like a painter who had become possessed by his emotion, in this place, Nanashi was free to rampage, to unleash every bit of anger, hate and violence he felt surging through him, in this state, Nanashi wanted nothing less than a fight to the death, though he knew very well that Aiko was no enemy, he was a friend and because of that, he focused his rage on the armored opponents only. Time seemed to almost slow down as Nanashi was in the heat of battle, swings, attacks and even muscle movement became easier for him to observe and in this adrenaline filled rush, Nanashi could dodge just about anything.

The swordsman's blade clashed into a barrage of arrows that were sent his way, dozens of sparks erupting as he even managed to deflect them into the surrounding men around him. He was no normal swordsman, he was the best, there was no one that could match his skill, through his rage fueled state, thoughts like this raced through his mind. "More blood! More violence!"

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Aiko Uchiha
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Sweat heated down the young ninja's face as he grew more nervous the longer he stood in front of these armed men. He looked at his odds. An innumerable amount of them, and one of him. The Uchiha knew he was skilled in the martial arts. In fact, he could probably do away with five of these guys no problem, but with an army like this? The shinobi knew that he was going to get torn to shreds. His arm slowly moved towards his back where his Fuma Shiruken was sheathed. His hand grabbed a hold of it, and he slowly pulled it out. I have to move slow and stay vigilant. One wrong move or a move to fast, and they will be all over me like white on rice. Maybe, since they refuse to make the first move, if I start off with a powerful attack, I could do a number to their forces. That might work, but that would leave me with two dragons and still hundreds of other soldiers. Not to mention the gravity of that attack would leave me drained of my own chakra. He thought to himself, slowly trying to put a plan together.

I don't see a way out of this one. However, I might stand a chance if I take out those dragons first. If I try to take both of them on, it would be suicide and a meaningless end for me. I have to take them one by one, but with this army, not to mention the other dragon, how could I do such a thing? Damn. Well, one way or another I'm going to die. Might as well do it in style. It's not like anyone's here to rescue me. After all, why would someone be wandering around in a place like this? He thought. Aiko unfolded his shiruken, revealing its ferocity. The Uchiha switched on his sharingan, his eyes turning red with a unique pattern on it. Just as he was about to rush forward, he heard something. He looked to over to the source, and found that another man was standing there. He didn't seem like an average person, especially with his sword that he spotted.

Aiko was about to say something, but was quickly insulted by the remark the man had made. "No place for a ninja you say? Heh, I'm going to enjoy proving you wrong. Thanks for the help, but I don't need you to protect me. I think you'll be amazed at what I can do." The Uchiha replied, misinterpreting the man's offer as underestimating him, which Aiko did not like at the slightest. He knew that it would have be a good idea to stay close. Even if they fought half and half, they would still have about five hundred soldiers and a dragon to deal with. Though, Aiko thought that by doing so he was showing that he was weak, which was unlike him. The intensity of the situation caused him to act a little out of character. The Uchiha about to go on the attack, but was interrupted once more as he heard the many screams of men. He looked over, and his eyes widened. With one strike, the swordsman have took out many soldiers with just one swoop.

Damn, he's better than thought. Maybe I will survive. Might as well not let him have all the action. Time to go to work. Aiko told himself. With that, he rushed forward, throwing his Fuma Shiruken into the crowd. He heard the sound of flesh being sliced as the neck of one of the soldiers was penetrated by the weapon. Aiko Uchiha decided to retrieve his weapon later. Anyone who didn't know any better would think that this was suicide, rushing in unarmed, but Aiko had an array of ninjutsu under his belt, which he would use wisely. A swiped came at his neck, but the shinobi ducked and countered, performing a leg sweep and taking his sword. He spun around, slicing a man's armor, only to find that it made a scratch. The armor is tough, figures. I must be more attentive. The shinobi jabbed the sword through a man's neck, letting the weapon and the corpse fall to the ground. There seems to be other weak spots, the neck is the easiest to hit. Though with my Sharingan I should be made to deal precise blows to those weak spots.

Soldiers surrounded him and jabbed at the center. The ninja jumped in reaction, but not before his leg had grazed a weapon, his nervous system responding by sending a stinging pain up his leg. The shinobi clenched his teeth, landing on a soldiers back with his legs sending the armed soldier to the ground face first. He performed a roundhouse kick, his foot slamming into the helmet of yet another man. He stumbled across, but quickly recovered. Physical blows aren't going to work with that kind of armor. That material seems to absorb most the damage. I'm going have to grab a sword off of one these guys. Aiko heard another enemy coming from behind him, and spun around. The Sharingan predicted his moves, and thus Aiko was able to take a step back, letting the sword pass in front of him, sinking into the dirt.

He quickly grabbed the man's arm which held the sword, and sent a kick with his leg on opposite side at his torso. Aiko, now with the superior hold on the weapon, yanked it from man's hands. The Uchiha moved swiftly and fluidly, almost enjoying the thrill of the battle. The swordsman was now out of his mind as he continued to focus on what was going on around him. He spotted a small weak spot in the waist of the armor and struck, slicing the enemy in two. Blood splattered onto the ninja's face, but he didn't mind. Many soldiers came at him at once. Aiko's pupils moved around quickly, observing the situation. He jabbed the sword into the ground before jumping into the air. He performed a series of hand signs before looking down onto the opponent. "Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu!" He shouted, sending a ball of fire down onto the group of armored men below. He could hear their screams as they yielded to the wrath of fireball, the searing heat of the attack, scorching the skin.

Aiko landed onto the ground, looking at the sword that he had jabbed. It was useless, caught in the cross fire of his jutsu. The Uchiha didn't mind, knowing that there were plenty of those here. He looked around, seeing tens of more soldiers rushing at him. These guys are slow, it must be because of the armor. It puts so much weight on them. Fine by me. It makes my job a heck of a lot easier. Now. The shinobi used his experience in taijutsu to increase his speed, moving swiftly towards the group. He performed a series of hand seals yet again, but different than his previous attack. Ox, rabbit, monkey.... The titles of the three hand seals sounding throughout his head. His right hand was now surrounded by lightning. "Let's see your armor dodge this! Chidori!" He shouted. His hand sliced through the armor, penetrating their torsos as Aiko moving around in a blink of an eye.

The Uchiha's victory was short, soon hearing more of them coming. So much for getting a breather...

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