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Old 03-12-2018, 01:27 AM   #1
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Default The Celestial Fist II:The Kraken's Wrath

The Celestial Fist II (p1)

/The Kraken's Wrath/

On a small sail ship manned by a Wave Country captain, large enough to fit a cabin and a few stowaways, there lied two of the most powerful shinobi in the world. Contemporaries in skill and in reputation, comrades in arms and kindred spirits. The two men stood shoulder to shoulder on the bow of the ship, looking ahead to the island on the horizon.

Seirei no Shima, the Island of Spirits.

"Oy! Ninja! Ship ahead!"

Sanada Sanshiro was the taller of the two figures but it was obvious that he was the younger one and there was a certain difference and respect that he gave the shorter man next to him. The teenager known as The Fist had foregone his normal hoodie to replace it with a large white jacket with a tower insignia on the back--a tribute to his samurai sensei Kiku-ichimonji Jun'ko. A white head band kept brown hair out of green eyes and a rather refined but simple steel katana was on the side of his hip.

"It's about to be that time Taichou," The Fist said as he slipped off the jacket and a pair of wings began to sprout out of his back, "You ready?"

A stupid question.

Renchishin Hitoko was born ready.

The two ninja had crossed paths a few times throughout the last couple of years, first during a Konohagakure Chuunin exams, then a duel in Iron Country and finally a mission that spanned from River to Suna itself. They had bled together, they had killed together, they had fought both together and then against one another. Their bond transcended country and their power transcended their countrymen.

The Sennin of Sand, The Dragon Emperor.

The Prodigy of Leaf, The Fist.

While it had been both money and duty that had bonded the two in River Country, it was now a familial struggle that forced The Fist to turn to his comrade and mentor in this hour. Sanada Masakage, traitor and master to the Sanada bloodline, through subterfuge, deception and force had recruited and masterminded a plan to create a new Jinchuriki out of his own unborn child.

A month ago Sanshiro had dueled Masakage himself at the ruin of the old Sanada homeland--a duel that resulted in both the Fist gaining knowledge of Masakage's machinations but also destroying his people's last connection to the past.

Deadly jutsu and insurmountable skill...

"I've picked up a few tricks since last time," he smiled before reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a cigarette, lighting it with a snap of his finger--he took a few drags and then offered it to the Sennin, "Though you couldn't let me get the glory, huh? Had to go on and get yo ass promoted too? Couldn't go on a vaction or some thing? Muthafuckin' Sennin and shit. You? Guess they give it to anybody nowadays. Tough times indeed and shit."

Fist joked around with his friend and then approached the front of the ship again, staring out at the horizon to the stormy sea. A ship was ahead of them and heading to shore. A military vessel, a pirates barge that seemed to have had some modifcations straight from Water Country itself. It totally outclassed the small cargo ship that Fist had procured...

And it bares dangerous cargo as well...

The wings of the Fist were brown as his hair but large enough to both carry his weight and catch attention. With other ninja and in another situation he might've showed reticence...

But maybe that's why these two ninja got along so well? It was only with each other that their full potential for destruction could be realized. And Fist knew and Hitoko as well, that underneath all their heroics and achievements, all their medals and accolades...

They were still just two men addicted in equal parts to violence and victory.

"You see that ship ahead?", Fist pointed to the horizon, "We can end this shit right now. Let's go, cut 'em off at sea."

Straight into the fire...

The only way to fight side by side with a dragon.

"Heh," he smiled, "Call me crazy but it's good to be back in business with the one homie I know can handle his muthafuckin' business. Woo! Woo! Woo! Let's get it! Let's get it! Let's get it!"

The most deadly shinobi in the world...

Complete and total professionals.


Don of the Sanada Family
Leaf & Grass Lieutenant

Yeah, I stunt, but I’m a li’l more realer
When it come from the heart, don’t it feel mo’ iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I’m a li’l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y’all gon’ have to pardon me

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Old 03-13-2018, 12:30 AM   #2
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A gentle chopstick lifted, dismissing the cigarette offer, but pointed toward the Sanada.

So with those wings, you knew we could’ve flown here–

The Renchishin didn’t smoke anymore.

–right, Fist-kun?

It was bad for his health, and besides:

He was eating noodles, shrimp flavored.

Intrigue left the Sennin’s mouth as he spoke, a flourish of awe lifting his cadence once his partner, the illustrious Fist of Konohagakure, sprouted wings. Now, this was a technique he was unfamiliar with, but as a shinobi whose bloodline blessed them with endless possibilities of altering their genetic makeup – Hitoko shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was. A soft smile thinned thick lips as he laughed, jolly and hearty, one hand cradling a cup of noodles as the other worked the chopsticks like an extension of his own body. It’d been such a long time since he’d seen Sanshiro, and with the Jounin all decked out in such white attire, the Dragon Detective of Noon noticed an air of maturity highlighting the boy’s features. There was a lot riding on this adventure, from what Hitoko ascertained, and The Fist looked to be more prepared for this than he was on their last mission.

Oh, and you don’t have to address me as Taichou anymore, Fist-kun,” Renchishin Hitoko was no longer SHINRAI, “Grandmaster of the Renchishin Arts, though, maybe. Shinobi of a hundred techniques, possibly, but hey, who’s counting, right?

Wow, a lot had happened in such a short period of time, he realized.

Sun kissed blue skies reflected from hues of ruby as the two ninja stood upon the small sail ship sputtering through crystal ocean. The aroma of seasoned shrimp and salt wafting in the soothing breeze that brushed by. It was a bit comical, not Hitoko eating but the Island of Spirits, for the letter the Sennin retrieved caught him moments before his departure back to the isle. He hoped, this time, that a small beast wouldn’t swallow him whole just as he devoured his food. An attentive gaze peered toward the horizon and focused upon the modified military vessel closest to shore, ears perked to the motormouth ninja’s assessment, or strategy, as his chopstick wielding hand secured his dreadlocked ponytail into a tighter knot. Hitoko knew this assignment was dangerous, but didn’t realize they’d be jumping head first into action this early on, hence how casual he was eating. The Sennin turned an eye to the Captain of the ship and smiled even brighter, making sure his cheeks weren’t plump with food.

Oooooooiiiiiiii! Captain-kuuuuuuuuuun!

Hitoko’s hand waved through sky like a child attempting to attain the attention of their parent:

This is as far as you need to go! Please turn around to remain safe! I have some important cargo on this ship, so your safety is paramount!

This was true. Ever since his promotion and subsequent departure from Sunagakure, Renchishin Hitoko traveled with a full arsenal of equipment at all times. The tansu storage cabinetry backpack he carried was left in the gut of the ship, and if he lost that, well, he’d truly be a wandering dragon hermit. As the ship alter the trajectory of its curvature, slow turning away from the island at the horizon, Hitoko nodded:

Well then, Fist-kun – or should I say Fist-taichou. I guess season two begins now, eh?

The Sennin grinned, motioning with chopsticks to indicate that he’d follow Sanshiro’s lead:

Let’s go correct the prophecy of your family, shall we?

And with noodles in hand, he leapt off the ship’s side.
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"Well I was actually hoping that we'd be adults and y'know," he offered before flicking away his cigarette, "Save chakra before the battle of life and death and shit."

He laughed even as he said it--how much had he changed, really?

Originally Posted by Sanada Shinji
"I am betting it all on you--and in order for that to be a profitable bet, I need you to become the man you're meant to be...not next year, not next month, not next week, not tomorrow--now.Today."
Everything has changed.

And it had changed far too quickly. Sanada Masakage had taken everything from the Sanada for a generation after he had murdered his own father and forced the Sanada into servitude to Leaf out of self preservation and fear. Sanshiro had dueled Masakage to a stalemate and had destroyed the Sanada compound with a grand display of katon.

But Masakage had revealed his plan--to fuse a Rokubi Bijuu within the womb of his unborn son. He had given Fist the time of a ritual and the name of the woman baring his child: a distant relative to both he and Masakage but a Sanada herself. Sanada Mika. Fist knew nothing about her or the full extent of Masakage's plan just that it had to be stopped. A man with no loyalty and no code couldn't have the power of a Jinchuriki at his hands.

Such could be the end of more than just Konoha.


It had hit Fist harder than the Dragon had intended...or maybe just as the Sennin had meant it. Sanshiro had been a boy undefeated when they had met and worked together the first time and life had humbled him and tempered him like steel. He had been chasing the man in front of him ever since he had sworn to him that he would only have five more years as the strongest in the world. That it was The Fist who was on his tail and determined to reach the pinnacle of shinobidom with the blueprint Hitoko had given him.

Get stronger.

Now more than ever it remained his only guiding principal.

"Thank you, Hitoko."

Hitoko jumped off the ship and Fist jumped into the air with a few flaps of his massive wings and then was bursting ahead towards the ship heading towards the shore of the Island.

Jeez though Hito--only 100 techniques?

I'm eight years younger than you and I got 76! You gotta step your game up grandmaster.

He chuckled to himself as he flew close to the water reaching out his hand so that his fingers could skim the water. All jokes aside he was very much happy to have Hitoko's strength at his side...

Masakage was as relentless as he was unconventional. He would not leave his heir defenseless.


Sanada Mika stared at the bow of the Water Country Pirate barge, four figures behind her standing imposingly...

"Without a doubt," she said with a small smile on her face, as she rubbed her very pronounced baby bump "It's him."

"Nya~! So quick to be killed! The spirit of the shinobi is really quite amazing, eh?"

"Amazingly stupid, Baehko,amazingly stupid" Mika corrected and then giggled, "He will not have come alone. I expect it's nothing the great and powerful Shiseiju can't handle?"

There was brief pause and then a woman in blue stepped forward and spoke with a dainty reservedness...

"The ritual proceeds," she said with a smile, We can end it right now..."

She stared at her three companions and then at Mika.

"We cut them off at sea."

Don of the Sanada Family
Leaf & Grass Lieutenant

Yeah, I stunt, but I’m a li’l more realer
When it come from the heart, don’t it feel mo’ iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I’m a li’l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y’all gon’ have to pardon me

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Old 03-13-2018, 05:14 PM   #4
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Hitoko gasped.

Conserving chakra?

And then choked back tears:

You’re so grooowwwwwnnnnn nooooooowwww Taichou!

No, no, the tears arrived, waterfall style streaming down tattooed and scared cheeks. The Grandmaster Sennin, now weightless and defying the laws of gravity after channeling chakra to pass through the threshold of the Mumonkan – the Gateless Passage – levitated with ease next to his winged comrade. It was a curious situation to be in for him, still, since it was rather new. The whole concept of flight without the aid of appendages or being bound by the restrictions other techniques have while emulating it. Hitoko was, by all means, truly one with the path of the wind, and simply couldn’t explain the sense of freedom that swelled through his being. His smile gleaming just a bit brighter in flight as the two soared through cloudless sky, the blurred image of their bodies reflecting from the sea below as their velocities heightened in pursuit. While maintaining the cup noodles and chopsticks in hand, fiddling with his posture so that the wind didn’t blow broth into his face, the dark skinned shinobi acknowledged The Fist as they flew onward.

No need for thanks, Fist-taichou, you’re keeping to the path and becoming stronger.

The genuine excitement in Hitoko’s voice echoed the tone of a close friend happy to see their buddy’s progress in life. He was proud, but, couldn’t dwell in congratulatory speech for much longer. The two had a job to do, so the atmosphere about the Sennin shifted to a more focused nature. Or, as focused as one could get while eating noodles, anyway. Raising chopsticks toward the military boat they were closing in on, he reiterated:

So we’re cutting them off at sea, yeah?” The warrior snickered a bit in thought, “Wish I could’ve completed my training for the Dragon Contract before this...might’ve been more equipped with a technique to chakra bomb ships – or something.

The mental image of an ancient book with an endless number of pages flipped through the Renchishin’s mind as he envisioned the list of techniques in his current repertoire, and mulled over which would be the best fit for their current situation. Maybe a jutsu helmed from the enclave of The House of Legend summoning house? If he called upon the chained dragon Zennyo Ryuo, the Destroyer of Worlds, maybe he’d be able to take down the ship in one go? Or maybe that was a bit reckless, Hitoko reconsidered between chewing, for the cargo was a mother and unborn child. It looked like the best bet would be just to get close and personal with it, sink the ship himself, act as a human cannonball and plunge through steel with toned flesh. He was capable, and wished to test out his strength.

It’s decided,” Hitoko mumbled with cheeks full of food, “I’ll take down the vessel while you–

–But that’s when a young woman stepped out from the bowels of the ship.


Her skin was fair and looked to hold the quality of velvet to the touch, strands of deep navy blue entangled in a miniature sky hued bonnet that parted her short hair into a layered bob cut. Confidence was laced in each boot clad footstep as the sun shown upon the various sections of compacted military armor that hung over the Victorian-styled mini dress and corset she wore. Amulets and emeralds adorned a white ascot tie and gems glistened on the cufflinks of her arm guards as her steps progressed, but, what Hitoko noticed as he focused his gaze, was how this woman’s eyes were closed – was she blind?

Please turn back now.

Her voice was soft, but her inquire didn’t sound like a request. Without a hint of hesitation in her stride, this mysterious woman moved to the edge of the ship as columns of water, lifting from sea like pedestals for art, created a pathway for her to walk out onto – which she did. The ship progressed onward to shore miles behind her as she kept her pace, a certain air of elegance and beauty radiating her image as she ushered the tides around her.

Turn back now, Sanshiro, or you’ll be buried here at sea.

I promise.

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"Oi! You must got bad information or some shit lady!"

The Fist flapped his wings above the woman and tried to ignore the impressive display of water works around him--at least on the surface. Such was the mind of the prodigy of Leaf and the veteran of over a hundred battles before he had even reached the age of twenty. His mind and instincts were working on overdrive while his motor mouth kept running until it was on E (see: never) and this was as much of an adaption to his nature as it was a strategy in and of itself.

So, yeah, had Sanshiro grown up? Absolutely.

Did that stop him from talking an almost illegal amount of shit? Absolutely not.

"I don't see no square ass Sanshiro here! You want that dude you're gonna need to come over to Leaf with about three other broads, an ounce of Kusa Kush and some River Country Whiskey--I like my shit dark!"

He gripped his hilt of his blade among the mist and spray of the pillars of water that surrounded the three of them and pointed the katana at the woman with an equal amount of measure and lackadaisical technique--stoic samurai this was not.

"It ain't Sanshiro--it's the muthafuckin' Fist! And you can either surrender and hand over Mika or you get exactly that, get me lady? Masakage's games end today."

The woman stopped her dainty walk forward, the water twisting and twirling around her and the two airborn shinobi like a typhoon.

She's moving the goddamn ocean without handseals...?

Of course she fucking can.

For a moment she stood in the maelstrom of her own creation with a serenity that both puzzled and intrigued Fist.

"That is how it is then?"

"Psssh. Gimme a fuckin' break, you didn't think there was another way did you? 'Turn away' 'Oh, okay, my bad, have fun'--C'mon!"

"You talk too much."


She opened her eyes and with a wave of her hand it seemed like all the water in the very sea itself leading up to the shore was convalescing and moving towards the pillars that surrounded the three of them.

"Yo, Dragon...", Fist grunted, "Hope you don't mind getting your hair wet. This is about to fuckin' suck."

And all that water gathered and all that water twisted and it twisted far too quickly--he eyed Hitoko and nodded his head...the plan was simple. It always was.

Survive their best move, kill them with theirs.

"Be blessed with salt, be blessed with stone...,"
she said with a regretful whisper, her eyes closed once more, "Be blessed with death."

She smiled and nodded...

"Be blessed by the power and grace of Huyen Vu."

And with one wave of her palm the twisting pillars of ocean came crashing down hard onto our heroes, it's intent obvious: bury them at the bottom of the ocean.

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Leaf & Grass Lieutenant

Yeah, I stunt, but I’m a li’l more realer
When it come from the heart, don’t it feel mo’ iller?
Watch my flow go bananas, I’m a li’l gorilla
So pardon me, man, y’all gon’ have to pardon me

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"Sanshiro brought a dragon with him–?"

"–That’s quite impossible! I, Qing Long, am the one true dragon!"

"N’yeah, n’yeah, hopefully Huyen Vu leaves some fun for us~!"

"Huyen Vu is strongest at sea, you know this Baekho. We stick to our duty."

"Aww, you’re no fun Suzaku…"

"Fun holds no place on the battle field, only destruction, and despair–"


–And awe.

As a shinobi steeped so far in their career, Renchishin Hitoko was always surprised at the amount of times chakra blew his expectations right out of the water – no pun intended, maybe. Here he was, a man untethered to the logic of gravity, and yet the mere manipulation of countless pillars spun of sea brought a wondrous twinkle to his eyes. Without the use of handseals, a skill that Hitoko just acquired as well, this woman bent water to her whim. But, that was the thing about negating the use of seals, Hitoko discovered; there was always a catch. There was always some type of catalyst that allowed one to operate outside the boundaries of the shinobi world. For the Dragon, this came in the form of jewelry that hung upon each of his dreadlocks. An item crafted from the fragments of a weapon given to the deity Assate’s Emissary, Minoru, which resonated with his crown chakra, the mystical artifact blessed the young Sennin with the ability to mandate chakra based arts without the folly of seals. The question now, though, was simple:

What artifact lent this woman, Huyen Vu, the same strength?

She seems perfect for you, Fist-kun,” Though the situation was dire, there was always time for him to crack a joke, “The water to your flame, ooohhh so romantic!

Tossing noodle cup and chopsticks aside, littering no less, the warrior cracked his knuckles:

I’ll create an opening.

And in a blink of eye, the Renchishin shot forward.

If this woman thought that a few large twisting pillars of ocean would be enough of a strategy to take them down, then she was very wrong. Instead of using raw unfiltered power to swat these constructs from sky, Hitoko was a bit more calculated in the way he maneuvered and operated. He took things back to basics, harnessing a foundational technique of the Rittaisen taught during the First Teaching stage, the Renchishin Grandmaster manipulated wind just as she shaped water. Or, a more accurate sentence was – Hitoko wielded wind as if it were an extension of himself. Nimble footsteps danced from column to column, sweeping enough momentum with his body as he kicked off from platform to platform, harmonizing the strength behind his movements as a whole to send each pillar ricocheting toward the sea below with his ascension. His hands, as well, swept through kata that unified teachings from both Ekitai and Rittaisen rhetoric, though tactical subtle pulses of wind swept from limbs in jet streams of air that further knocked these towers of tide away from he and the Fist – the Crushing Palm / Azure Dragon Gale Talon.

Although it wasn’t much of a big opening, as the two still needed to close a significant amount of distance before being in range for more up close and personal combat, Hitoko was still curious what this woman was capable of. So, still airborne and flying onward, this dark-skinned man inhaled deep:

Fuuton | Wind Element

Then exhaled:

Kaze Ryuu

And from his lips expelled a large transparent dragon formed of breath yet swayed in wind like a leaf, whose invisible form rocketed toward the distant Huyen Vu, who stood prepped for battle.

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