"Now, now, you've misunderstood. Everyone here, including me, was sent here for payment, not because of personal desire. I'm a Konoha ninja, so I could care less about that giant turtle. However...They're paying quite a nice price for this."
Onisan blank twice behind his mask, dumbfounded.
"I have nothing against you guys, so I'll give you a choice. You can choose to leave and avoid a fight, like you said you wanted to, or you could choose to stay here and fight, just for the sake of fighting. What will it be?"
'What the hell just happened? Did he just IMPOSE on us? Get the hell out of here with that noise!'
"You know, your pretty talkative for brat. Expecting us to leave without taking this behemoth. We were about to make the jump just now, but since you pissed on our obligations of politically taking this leviathan off your hands..."
Onisan started to walk off the turtle standing on mid-air via his step technique. Behind him, the sky ripped open furiously, an encampment field of yellow emission hit the unconscious sanbi and remained as a rift splitting this location from this dimension. Negacion. It wouldn't rise until he'd finished, but the sanbi couldn't escape nor could any outsider claim his catch. The chakra emission about himself began to flutter, releasing violently dark violet chakras splurging from him in a spewing cloud shrouded in a disorienting gases. Poison.
"Ichikai! Dokuso Enmu!" (First release, Toxin Haze)
A single tail forming behind him, the first of four total. The bubbling tentacle shot a gargantuan expansively sized haze of poison. It overtook the opposite side of the bridge connected to where the shinobi had gathered all in one place. There was no running, if inhaled through nose or mouth, it would prove fatal and they'd die within a time constraint of twelve hours...but who said they knew this or Onisan would pass on this information? They were royally screwed.
"Mess with Akatsuki, and you get Soku the yonbi." He smirked beneath his mask and awaited their measures.
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"...."
It was all the same. The akatsuki had been unsettled restless in their acts to get those which haven't been retrieved yet. Deidama sighed, such forcible reshaping of his art was more of an insult than a compliment to promote something that cannot be avoided in the further of something. It wasn't their provocation to attack, but EVERY SINGLE TIME, it was they who happened to fall into the predicament by the sheer attire they wore. Just because they were a syndicate, just because the existed, just because they were alive.
They were hated.
Their actions of the past were at a political angle. What confused him about this was of course they had to step on the defiant ones, but this was irrelevant given they were provoked. Capturing monstrosities of the living world and sealing them within a massive stone behemoth. A task that was threatening, but not to those who didn't know the purpose, therefore they couldn't give a damn. It was always about power, villages put up shitty alliances when they're weak to avoid being taken over...hidden dawn was no different, a potential threat with this figure immediately identifying them.
"Tch. Whatever." Deidama pulled back, his dragon flying next to Senki's.
It amazed him. The whelp from the ground down below, launched his blade. 'Kusanagai?!' It fleeted to such extremes attempting to pierce Senki, then suddenly stopped. Withdrawing, it bothered him that Orochimaru was long since dead, forever imprisoned by the sword of totsuka, its counterpart and ultimate counter. Gifted with one amazing...eh, he'd leave it at that as he was already annoyed.
"Seki...what do you say? We may be backed, but even I'm not comfortable with tangling with a kage...this f***er insulted my art, I'm already steamed, and I can't concentrate in this mentality. We'll need to take our leave for now."
Deidama passed his gaze two the two down below him. A glimmer from the smile prospected by his team, he waved once signaturing, 'peace niggas.' and took the option of a tactical withdrawal. Both clay dragons each taking a swift turn and heading even higher into the already high atmosphere disappearing into the clouds.
Onisan blank twice behind his mask, dumbfounded.
"I have nothing against you guys, so I'll give you a choice. You can choose to leave and avoid a fight, like you said you wanted to, or you could choose to stay here and fight, just for the sake of fighting. What will it be?"
'What the hell just happened? Did he just IMPOSE on us? Get the hell out of here with that noise!'
"You know, your pretty talkative for brat. Expecting us to leave without taking this behemoth. We were about to make the jump just now, but since you pissed on our obligations of politically taking this leviathan off your hands..."
Onisan started to walk off the turtle standing on mid-air via his step technique. Behind him, the sky ripped open furiously, an encampment field of yellow emission hit the unconscious sanbi and remained as a rift splitting this location from this dimension. Negacion. It wouldn't rise until he'd finished, but the sanbi couldn't escape nor could any outsider claim his catch. The chakra emission about himself began to flutter, releasing violently dark violet chakras splurging from him in a spewing cloud shrouded in a disorienting gases. Poison.
"Ichikai! Dokuso Enmu!" (First release, Toxin Haze)
A single tail forming behind him, the first of four total. The bubbling tentacle shot a gargantuan expansively sized haze of poison. It overtook the opposite side of the bridge connected to where the shinobi had gathered all in one place. There was no running, if inhaled through nose or mouth, it would prove fatal and they'd die within a time constraint of twelve hours...but who said they knew this or Onisan would pass on this information? They were royally screwed.
"Mess with Akatsuki, and you get Soku the yonbi." He smirked beneath his mask and awaited their measures.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"...."
It was all the same. The akatsuki had been unsettled restless in their acts to get those which haven't been retrieved yet. Deidama sighed, such forcible reshaping of his art was more of an insult than a compliment to promote something that cannot be avoided in the further of something. It wasn't their provocation to attack, but EVERY SINGLE TIME, it was they who happened to fall into the predicament by the sheer attire they wore. Just because they were a syndicate, just because the existed, just because they were alive.
They were hated.
Their actions of the past were at a political angle. What confused him about this was of course they had to step on the defiant ones, but this was irrelevant given they were provoked. Capturing monstrosities of the living world and sealing them within a massive stone behemoth. A task that was threatening, but not to those who didn't know the purpose, therefore they couldn't give a damn. It was always about power, villages put up shitty alliances when they're weak to avoid being taken over...hidden dawn was no different, a potential threat with this figure immediately identifying them.
"Tch. Whatever." Deidama pulled back, his dragon flying next to Senki's.
It amazed him. The whelp from the ground down below, launched his blade. 'Kusanagai?!' It fleeted to such extremes attempting to pierce Senki, then suddenly stopped. Withdrawing, it bothered him that Orochimaru was long since dead, forever imprisoned by the sword of totsuka, its counterpart and ultimate counter. Gifted with one amazing...eh, he'd leave it at that as he was already annoyed.
"Seki...what do you say? We may be backed, but even I'm not comfortable with tangling with a kage...this f***er insulted my art, I'm already steamed, and I can't concentrate in this mentality. We'll need to take our leave for now."
Deidama passed his gaze two the two down below him. A glimmer from the smile prospected by his team, he waved once signaturing, 'peace niggas.' and took the option of a tactical withdrawal. Both clay dragons each taking a swift turn and heading even higher into the already high atmosphere disappearing into the clouds.
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