Retribution (Open)

Holy retribution had come to Kumogakure no Sato. Mitsuo Uchiha watched with his blood red eyes that had taken on the shape of the two Mangyeko Sharingan which had been combined to create the eternal mangyeko sharingan which he currently possessed. As he entered the village he focused the chakra inside of his body into a protective coating before lighting the coating ablaze and going into what he called his “fire saint” mode, engulfing himself in his Cloak of the Fire Saint. With this technique activated he had become a walking furnace and it would now be obvious to people that they were under attack. Mitsuo had no idea that there was another smaller group attacking the village, but he did notice everyone seemed to be on high alert. He smiled a wicked grin as agents of the village began to approach him, having truly no idea what they were getting themselves into against the Chita Sennin as he drew his twin blades and sprinted forward towards them, any of the non-anbu being incinerated within seconds as he cut down the ANBU Black Ops agents with quick swings of his blades.  

Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan:

Cloak of the Fire Saint:

Everywhere he stepped that there was once sand there was now glass. Destruction was all around him and he looked back at his daughter and quickly said to her “Time for some fun, Kaia. Do your worst…” Once the message was received he continued upon his righteous path, making his way dead for the center of the village where he could do more damage with his fire. Any who approached him to attempt to defeat him in close combat were quickly incinerated or alternately would be cut down by his swords if they were wearing armour thick enough to save them from the heat. He was having fun for the first time in years and he was ready for more. With his left sword in front of him pointed slightly angled upwards and his other blade behind his head in a gunslinger stance he was challenging all comers to try their best to take him out, waiting for the shinobi to show up and face the wrath of the Fire Saint. He would burn this village to the ground with the black flames of Amaterasu, but first he would have his fun.

Burn it down. Burn it all. Leave nothing behind to be recovered...

For once I actually agree with you, nii-san...

Chakra:

Items:

Utilizing her chakra radar as they entered into the village Kaia quickly scanned all of the nearby locations and then further out; taking notice of every single person's location within the village itself. Due to the evolution of her ability she was capable of seeing everything in crystal clear clarity even though the child was blind-folded and eyeless. Kaia could see her father go to work as any enemy that went up against him was either incinerated or cut down swiftly. At her father's words she unsheathed Myrtenaster; the sheath which itself acted as a stronger version of a short bo-staff in her left hand while the other hand held the sword itself that had been concealed within the harmless looking cane.

Chakra Radar:

Mrytenaster:

The first enemy to come charging towards her quickly had his legs swept out from underneath of him with a graceful twirl and the cane portion to the back of his knees. Another spin and she was plunging the blade itself into his heart; piercing straight through and causing a volcano-like effect of blood to come squirting out of his chest as his heart beat its last few beats before being forever silenced. The second and third enemy to come after her were dispatched with just as much ease: Kaia moving like a graceful dancer who commanded center stage with those who attempted to cause her harm seemingly nothing more than pawns for her amusement.

The fourth enemy to approach however made a rather fatal mistake. His mouth opened and he began to speak, to taunt, to threaten the very thing, the very person, that Kaia held dearest to her, "I will kill you and then end that man with you. Your reign of terror stops here."

Pure blind rage filled the young female as her weapon was quickly sheathed. She walked towards the man, crossing the distance of fifteen feet that seperated them. Kunai were thrown at her that simply glanced off her her, leaving her unharmed. Senbon were likewise thrown but still they hit her only to bounce off harmlessly as the armored flesh she was granted due to the chakra beast sealed inside of her protected her from harm. When she got within five feet of the man a look of terror crossed his face but it was too late for that. With her hands now glowing an errie green color she extended her hand and grasped at the mans throat. From the point of contact outward began to spread grey colored flesh as State of Decay came into usage: rotting the man quickly to nothing more than a rotted skeleton. But, before true death took him Kaia simply said, "No one threatens my father..."

Armored Flesh:

State of Decay:

With the man dispatched of her weapon was unsheathed and ready to taste more flesh and blood...

Chakra Remaining: 1,250 - 25 = 1,225

Blood... fire... fear...

Music to Ranmaru; a symphony of pain and suffering and destruction and all those things that made his blood sing and his body burn so good. This was going to be one hell of a fun night. While no chakra beasts where on the menu, a good village destruction raid always made him smile a little brighter, and laugh a little louder. Such fun... such tasty, devastating fun. He'd broken away from the other two some time before; diving into the earth like a fish into water and moving below ground; a simple enough task that would lead to a grand finale later on. Tunnels, weakening of the soil and bedrock that the mountainous village relied upon to support itself. So many ways to use this, so much damage guaranteed. While the others where above ground making a scene, he was busy amusing himself drawing patterns in the underground, because he was insane like that and did things that didn't seem to be useful until they where. Weeeee.~

Dig a tunnel, dig dig a tunnel
When you're done, you dig a bigger tunnel
Dig a tunnel, dig dig a tunnel


Heeeeeeee!~

It wasn't until he was under a crowd of civilians that had gathered to watch the horrifying events caused by the others that he decided to make himself known. At first, he merely pulled people down into the depths of the earth behind him; leaving them to drown in the liquefied earth that partially filled the tunnels he was making. The choked screams were a thing of beauty, something he never got enough of. This little party lasted only a few moment, maybe a half dozen people pulled under before the rest realized shit was going down and started to panic. Wonderful! Rising from the earth like a demon-spawn from hell, his body seemed to explode for a moment; the various bolts of cloth hidden deep within his tattered clothing coming to life and surrounding him like a second skin of sorts; trailing tentacle-like appendages formed from the cloth giving him a nearly spider-ish appearance in the darkness. The bolts had been split into dozen of thin strips, still attached to the base seal to allow for control, but giving him plenty of options and 'arms' to work with.

"HEY KIDS! WANNA SEE A DEAD BODY!?"

Tee hee.~

He already had one in his grasp; a kid at that, couldn't be more then 10 or 11 years old. Pretty little thing; dark hair, dark eyes, pale as a ghost compared to the rest of the people of his village; although that could have been pure fright for all Ranmaru cared; and smelling strongly of apples. Yummy. He'd make for a tasty snack. Which was exactly where the cannibal was going here; he had the boy caught using the tendrils of cloth, and it took little more than a quick chomp to the boy's neck to send him flying into the land of the dead. Not to quickly though, he wanted to hear at least a whimper as he separated the boy's spine and skull from the rest of his body ever so slowly. The majority of the corpse was discarded without a thought, the skull brought close to his face and lips pressed over the eyes. It would almost seem as if he were kissing them, until the squelch of eyeballs being removed via suction broke the stunned silence of the crowd. Delicious... like jelly ice cream. The second eyeball was given the same treatment before the skull was removed from the spine; which ended up in Ranmaru's mouth like a dog's rope toy, or a half eaten bite of a meal hanging from a bear's mouth. Bone's crunching is what finally sent the people into a panic; not that it would matter much, really.

Pretty hard to escape the grasping tendril of cloth that raced along faster than the average ninja could run; yep. Not that he had enough to catch them all, but that wasn't the point. He could use the motherfuckers to beat other motherfuckers, and that was just as fun. So was leaving splashes of blood and guts on the sides of buildings when he threw the bodies into them.

Oh, this was going to be one hell of a fun night.

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The beautiful smell of fire and death was in the air and Mitsuo loved it. He could hear the screams of the villagers as Ranmaru surfaced from beneath the earth and began doing things he didn’t even want to imagine to them. He could also hear his daughter’s vengeance as she tore through enemies with ease.

Like father like daughter, eh Nii-san?
She sure is a lot like you.

He glanced around and reveled in the wanton destruction of the hidden cloud village, which he couldn’t help but smile at. Everything was going according to plan and a definite message was being sent. He had even noticed there were a few others around destroying things and from what he thought he could hear the Raikage had even been killed. Even better. This was the perfect message to the shinobi world if he had ever heard of one, and he knew that as soon as Ranmaru finished the plan it would be a day nobody would ever forget. He was having fun but he knew that it had to end. He used his swords to dispatch a few more shinobi and then proceeded to focus on the administration building, the eternal mangyeko sharingan that he possessed preparing to unleash one of his most powerful weapons.

The sight to any of the shinobi in the village would be terrifying. As he activated the technique nicknamed the Black Flames, or Amaterasu, the building was engulfed in a slow burning flame that would not finish until the entire village was burned to the ground. He rotated and made sure that everything within his sight was engulfed in flame before looking over at the allies that he was working with. With the Raikage dead the village was left without a head, and he had just destroyed the body. All that was left was to bury it, which he would be relying on Ranmaru to do. He yelled to Kaia; “Come on baby, our work is done here. Ranmaru can finish the rest. Place your teleportation tag on me.” He allowed her time to place the seal for Flying Thunder God on him before activating his second ability, one that he had learned after years of training.

Amaterasu:

Kamui Right Eye:

The world began to warp around Mitsuo as reality slipped away and he was sucked into another dimension centering from his right eye, a sharingan that possessed the ability Kamui. Once activated he was able to slip through reality once more and show up back outside of the Waterfall Village, his body manifesting out of a spiral that emerged from what would become his right eye once more. He would wait for his daughter to join him and then he would enter the village, waiting to hear back from Ranmaru about the eradication of Kumogakure no Sato…

Chakra:

As previously stated Kaia was capable of seeing as far as an entire size of a country in graphic and accurate detail: simply meaning that as the Raikage’s life was cut short she was witness to it even though she was a great distance away from the two who were busy causing havoc elsewhere in the village. This of course also meant she got a look at Ranmaru sucking not one but two eyeballs out of the skull of a child… right, that guy was just weird. She made it a mental note not to get too close to him while he was hungry while slicing a deep gash across the throat of the next Kumogakure shinobi to come rushing at her.

And then things were changing; it was time to get out of the village apparently – especially as her father engulfed more of the village in the black flames of Amaterasu and called to her to place a Flying Thunder God seal upon him so that she could follow after him when he left. She didn’t hesitate, of course, as her hand reached out and touched him, the seal instantly transferring due to the Tsukino’s blood that also lingered in her veins. The seal for Flying Thunder God was placed and her hand was instantly taken away to allow her father to exit by whatever means he wished – which apparently was yet another ability given to him by the eyes she had given him five years ago.

When her father disappeared from sight she didn’t bother hesitating in leaving too – she did not want to stick around given the state of the village at this point. So, she activated the Flying Thunder God ability, causing herself to enter into the dimension that would connect her from one location to another. The process was instantaneous, and she was appearing on the other side right at her father’s side… She found herself wondering how soon it would be until Ranmaru joined them too – did he have some sort of teleportation jutsu as well?

Flying Thunder God:

Chakra Used: -45 (Flying Thunder God)
Chakra Remaining: 1,000 – 45 = 955

[Exit]

What was that now? Awe, they where already bailing? Damn, he'd been hoping for a longer night of partying. Shit, he'd only just started making a little pile of bodies, and there were only what... 6? 7? spines hanging over his shoulders for later snacking. Boooo. Oh well. He'd find something else to take the edge of the rampage boner later.

"Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling!"

SNAP!

"YOU GOT ME A PRESENT!?"

SNAP!

"Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way when his wrath is kindled but a little!"

SNAP!

"Right this way group B~! That's right~! Right in front of everyone else~! You're 80, you're used to it~! We're going to look at art and paintings, which I believe are also art, I don't know~! I'm Cockney, I'm uncultured~!"

Oh yeah, you could HEAR his brain snapping as it bounced around in his skull. This was the Ranmaru most people saw; spurting out insanity and terrifying people in the instants before he ate their sorry asses. And sorry they where, the whole area smelled of piss and fear; screams of 'OH GOD WHY?!" and "HEEEEELP MEEEEEE!" rang out in the night; the roaring flames of the Amaterasu framing the cries of the wounded and dying. Ahhh... delicious.

A final head was severed from it's body; some poor smuck of a Jounin that tried to charge him and save a group of kids he'd been beating with their parents. Tee hee. The spine of the Jounin was added to his collection, which seemed to fall into his body as he triggered a basic generic sealing and added the spines to one of the layers of cloth wrapped around his chest. Saved for later, freshness preserved. Yummy.~

"Alrighty kiddies.~ Daddy's gotta bail out now. Have fun swimming in dirt! And glass. And... oh just have fun dying!~"

A fist was slammed to the ground hard enough to cause the tunnels he'd made before to collapse, bringing the entire damn village crashing down around him; trapping and/or crushing anyone that had run to the hidden caverns or stayed in their homes under tons of rock and earth. Using the tendrils of cloth, Ranmaru 'jumped' high into the air, far above the crumbing buildings and into a place of relative safety. If he had any sort of Wind nature chakra, he would have hovered there; but that wasn't his style. A flurry of hand signs and the final nail in the village's coffin was seeded; the natural lakes and rivers that flooded the valley below the village began to rise and churn; gathering into a wave the likes of which unseen before in the area. A tsunami hundreds of feet tall and miles wide; a force of nature that would end up washing the last of the village away, and cause the burning, molten earth left behind by the black Amaterasu flame to harden into volcanic glass; leaving the entire area a glass tomb of death and pain.

Ranmaru fell from the sky until he was standing on top of the crest of the wave; the cloth reforming into the shape of a surf board below his feet for him to ride; harnessing the wave itself to get the hell out of the area. The high walls of the valleys would channel the wave for miles and miles; until he either got off himself, to they hit the plains at the base of the mountain range. Either way; once he got off the wave, he would meet up at the predetermined rendezvous point; all according to the plan they'd agreed upon before ever stepping foot in the village.

-Exit-

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