"...No...I can't...die.."

Nightmares...is something common for normal people, but nightmares and flashbacks running through your head for a century and so on it can break a human being down to its knees till the person chooses to die in the quickest way possible to end their their seemingly unlimited pain. But their was one person back then who served time, faced against overwhelming odds and came face to face with his destiny. A member of the Uchiha clan whose possessed the Sharingan after tremendous amount of training, facing off the best of the best even against his own Kage along with the dislike of him. Fighting a clan on the very top of Mt.Myria himself barely coming on top. The true descendant of the Uchiha who was the very epicenter of hate and destruction. Though he chose his destiny to not be based on him, on his recent adventures he has changed into a new man. Trying not to kill to make himself feel better slaughtering all of those being in his way just by looking or even smiling at him. But thats when chaos soon happening., being called a missing nin even so and being attacked from all different directions of the country.

"...I will not die..I refuse..get up...now"

Being sealed for a hundred years within the ground from a recent ambush by a ANBU task force from the Ice village, the lackeys nearly killed him and almost took him in. Using and sacrificing his abilities to seal himself in a steel like earth coffin as a last resort. Without thinking he didn't know he would be sealed in a eternal slumber filled with flashbacks of his terrible past and altercations. His name was Kazu, a Uchiha formerly known as the missing-nin of the hurricane village. Finally slowly awoken from his shell induced coma, his whole body was numb.

"Get up....now...DO IT!!!

Cursing himself mentally feeling a surge of power through his arm, with a fiery fist of sheer will power, burst through the ground with a result of a loud crack. Then his other hand burst upwards also gripping the soft grass ground then pulled himself up. The seemingly young Uchiha pulled his body from the ground then in a ragged shredded shirt or whats left of it hanging on his shoulder. Groaning letting the dirt fall off of his body he sucked in a nice amount of fresh air that made him gag and cough sickly, before rolling to the ground letting the sunlight shine on him.

...He was back...reborn again into the world.

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It was an amazing place, this forest was weathered and had grown far stronger than any other forest due to the inclimate weather the village often experienced. The trees were massive and had wide girths to withstand tremendous winds, the leaves were large and thick- not easily broken from their perch, and the grass was a lush green and held an unnatural vibrance because the trees shielded it from too much sunlight.

To the average spectator, there was nothing wrong with this forest; especially this section of the forest. There was a deep-buried malice here, one that only sensory type ninja and those in tune with empathy could feel; Semasu immediately felt it as she stepped out of the rift in the air. She had felt the feeling dissipating, but it was still very tangible, it was her first impression of the forest and it made her guarded of her surroundings.

True enough that it was a natural beauty, but beauty could be fatal to someone not prepared or guarded. She stepped completely out of the rift and it closed suddenly behind her, a flash of light at is disappeared and allows the fabric of space to settle back into its normal transient form. Semasu noted the firmness of the grass beneath her feet, she felt the bark of the trees to test their durability and smelled the very air to ensure that nothing was amiss.

Her abilities nearly always had some ignition source in them and she would prefer to not cause herself to go up in flames with her own jutsu because of erroneous particles floating in the air. Luckily the air was fresh, far more fresh than she was used to in the bustling Tsukigakure's village. Her clan, the Rankujo clan was nearly in the center of the village, where they could be monitored closely because of their volatile and uncontrollable natures; Semasu had grown up in the stifling smells of busy bodies and overly-cooked products. The smell of raw nature was a nice change in pace for her, normally she would have relaxed... but she could feel the shift in the air around this part of the forest: she would have a look around.

A little snack first

Semasu pulled a small pack from off her lower back and opened it up, immediately the overwhelming smell of fresh-baked donuts filled the area and was carried in many directions as the wind blew. She enjoyed the smell and sat on a high boulder where she could see a good distance in a couple directions. The lines of trees stopped far off sightings however and she was forced to accept mid-range eye inspections. She pulled a fat and colorful donut out of the pack and bit into it with a smile of pure bliss; this was her one pure enjoyment in the world. While dealing with people was often times a hassle, she could eat her donuts in peace and most people wouldn't bother her; maybe out of worry, who cares?

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"....come on Kazu...you can do this all you gotta do is relax..."

Rolling onto his back softly on the fresh dew scented grass, barely feeling anything his body was so bruised and almost broken after being so copped up in the steel coffin seal technique. Through his will got him out of the ground now this time and all he needed was something to got for. His heartbeat decreasing in beats, he felt as if he was dying slowly. Adreadaline or a unknown internal injury he couldn't die till he get back on his feet. Not like this.

"Concentrate calm down....relax your body...take it slow."

Closing his eyes he had to think, his whole bruised body felt so numb and deadlike he couldn't even move a foot. though a scent slithered across his nose which for some reason made him sit up. And he could think was warm sugary sweet snacks, quickly sitting up he looked at himself then felt stupid for a reason all that seriousness for nothing. Closing his eyes admitting one of his weaknesses sugary treats. Scratching his head, thinking to himself.

"Great...the Uchiha prodigy life is determined by snacks..."

Getting up he looks at his feet, barefoot cause well everything on his body that he was wearing was torn to shreds,well except the pants..thank god. Dusting himself off as if he was dirty, which he was living in the ground for a 100 years kinda threw cleanliness out the window. He didn't even wanna smell himself cause all he smelt was dirt and dew on him. Though his solid athletic body form was something to be admire for a old-young-kid, the minerals in the earth have done his body good...real good. Looking as if he is 20 years old along with the long hair he was quite surprised..till his stomach growled.

"Well...let go see who got the goods...and see if there's more..to shut my stomach up."

Walking he started to source of scent, searching directing his nose forward then. He looked to the open space as if he came out the bushes and into the sunlight, his ripped shirt caught on a twig tugging it free. Sighing he looked to the side seeing a large boulder a couple a 2 feet away then looking up slightly seeing a female sitting with a donut in her hand. Blocking the sun with his hand to get a better look at who it was.

"Huh...I was wondering where that sweet smell was coming from..."

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She noticed him even before he approached, it was in her nature to be on the lookout for possible threats; no one would interrupt her special time with her donuts. Watching this strange man approach had left her with a sense of unease; was he trying something funny.... or did he just want some donuts? In either case, Semasu was not likely to agree: especially with the donuts.

As he approached closer however, she could see that his clothes were in tatters and only his pants kept somewhat of a modest appearance- thankfully. He looked like he had just been through hell, and how loud his stomach was yelling for food- for her donuts to be more precise.

His words had seemed pleasant enough and he looked like he was truly admiring the texture and smell of her fresh donuts- maybe there was hope for this strange man yet. She felt it was okay to share with him, anyone with this much admiration for a donut truly deserved one. Treats like this were few and far between.

Yes, these are fresh donuts: I made them this morning. You may have some if your hungry.

She needn't bother tell him she didn't know if they were tasty or not, he looked hungry enough to not care about taste. She reached over and picked up the "heavy" pack of donuts, the pack was light to her- she was accustomed to the extra weight. She flipped open the top to reveal countless donuts of shapes, sizes, colors and flavors- all individually wrapped in brown paper wax. The smell that wafted out of the pack was truly divine, enough to make any stuffed man hungry again. She stretched her arms out wide as in a open invitation for him to "please help himself"

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With his hands on his hips, now he saw that it was indeed a female his eyes quickly looked down at himself, shirt hanging off his shoulder and dirty pants, and to top it all off being barefooted. Jeez he was a mess, if he knew if it was a female he would've cleaned up first before making his odd random approach. No fighting or anything just caught a scent, though he couldn't get the feel that he was forgetting something, maybe it'll come to him soon. Never could think while he was hungry. Seeing her looking and watching him from above.

As his loud stomach was growling, he groaned silently looking at his stomach. Patting his  muscled stomach. Always was the silent killer. Shaking his head he looked at her, he couldn't help but her eyes scanning him as a threat or a friendly. Though at this moment, he has no idea whats going on or what happened in the meantime that he was sealed. Chuckling nervously he rubbed the back of his head feeling his long spiky hair. Still look like his ancestor but completely different personality.

"I'm sorry...didn't mean to intrude...I..uh just woke up."

At this rate he didn't know how to explain. But at least he didn't lie, he was asleep except he been asleep  for a very very very long time. Seeing her just eyeing him intently mad his spine chill, he fought and met a lot of woman who approached him in the up most weirdest of ways and boy were their weird and quite pleasant. Just one doughnut was enough to replenish his entire body. He just needed some energy to get through today.

"Cool thanks a lot..."

Watching her tilting his head, made him scratch his scalp with a confused look on his face, seeing pulling out a king size like pack opening it up for him. he couldn't tell be he sure could smell them. As she held out a invitation to him, he grinned big as his stomach was ready for about a few tasty treats. Stepping forward he leaped forward with speed standing on top side of high boulder, eager to eat but bound to notice his heightend abilities. Picking out a pure chocolate one and taking a bite of it. Sighing in satifaction that he was able to get something in his stomach.

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OOC:(Sorry for the short post)

She watched him closely, trying to ascertain just what he was exactly. His mysterious appearance in a forest not visited often, and looking like he had just crawled out of a mummy coffin: he was a strange man indeed. Despite his feeble appearance and starving actions, Semasu was seasoned enough to recognize the lithe movements of a veteran fighter. His movements were light and graceful, but also quick and assured; If he was hesitant about trusting a stranger, he did not show it.

She could only guess he was someone of notable repute: maybe he had been in a fight against overwhelming odds and somehow won- if so, was he actually a threat to her? Or was she guilty by association with him? It mattered little to her when sharing donuts- if he truly enjoyed them, he couldn't be that bad of a person.

So what is your name? I think you owe me that at least.

She said it casually but in a matter-of-fact way only a woman could and not leave room for debate. She reached into the pack and pulled out two donuts of the same kind he had chosen; she popped both of them into her mouth without much effort and smiled emphatically as she enjoyed the delightful flavor while she waited for a response... still, this man- he had chosen one of the best donuts at the very start. maybe there was hope for him yet. She licked one of her fingers as she looked at him  inquisitively.

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Feeling her eyes on him closely without even looking at her or noticing it, he had that effect on people. Being a strange Uchiha from appearing out of nowhere. Not even knowing his own strength or speed for that matter his movements had increased due to the effects of his sealing technique. Looking so young and strong after being long in the ground for a century. Stuffing the donut in his mouth then pushed it futher with his thumb chewing a few times before gulping it down the hatch. Feeling like himself a bit he was able to scoff down more to get his blood flowing.

Not even paying attention to woman up top of the rock, no scars on his body except the scar going across his left bicep. Grabbing a another two but this time a ice glazed one and another chocolate one. Chewing on the chocolate one, loving the sweet taste of of the warm doughy treat. Though in the back of his mind he couldn't help that he was forgetting something, though his eyes trailed upward to see the woman speaking to him.

"Hmmm you got a point there...that would suffice...I'm Kazu, Kazu Uchiha."

He said looking going back to his doughnuts ready to attack it like he did with his very first one to get his blood going and working up to his brain till he tries to remember what he is forgetting.

Semasu was surprised indeed; while it was true that there were some Uchiha in Shippugakure, she hadn't expected to meet any on them- especially in an abandoned forest and sharing her donuts with them. She stopped studying him as he continued to eat donuts, she had accounted for all noticeable aspects of this man, including the scar on his bicep; if ever she had to identify him, she had was certain she could.

He had divulged his own identity, albeit is seeming to be as a passing thought and little more. She would have liked to confirm his claim as an Uchiha, but that would be very impolite to ask someone to divulge their doujutsu just because you wanted to see it. Semasu knew it was only right that she should tell him who she was now, it was the polite and respectful thing to do- but she also wanted to show him, she had no problem showing people her advanced element bloodline.

Interesting, I never thought I would meet an Uchiha so far out here in the forest: Uchūhametsu wanted to see you I guess, usually my sword likes odd sights and very old things. I am Semasu Rankujo of the Rankujo clan, I specialize in Bakuton element.

She casually pulled Uchūhametsu fro its sheathe on his back and stabbed it easily into the solid rock by her foot that she was sitting on. The sword was indestructible and very sharp; its real power was not in the metal itself, but what its special ability was. She clarified the sword for the confused Uchiha.

Uchūhametsu is a sword that seeks out locations unseen and goes there.

Giving this much information to a man she just met seemed a little dangerous, but she was trying to guess the character of this man. She was fairly confident she could stand her own against him even if he was an Uchiha: in fact, she really wanted to try. Kazu didn't seem like he was in a proper condition for fighting though, maybe a later date would be better.

There was always that temptation at the back of her mind; being a nintai user, it was her ideal to obtain a Doujutsu such as the Byakugan or the Sharringan. It was a passing thought, but if this man happened to succumb to come unknown wound here and now, she had no problem keeping his eyes. Still, it was a bad thought, and one she quickly repressed and pushed from her mind. It was the temptation of every man and woman who met an Uchiha or Hyuuga- a curse that always followed their existence.

Her bloodline was the blood-life however, and no one could take that for themselves- even if they could, controlling the volatile blood would be impossible. The violent urges and boiling blood would be enough to drive any non-clans member insane. Even the clans members had difficulty controlling themselves and mastering their jutsu practiced for centuries. Another passing thought crossed her mind, even more briefly but it still made her blush deeply as she turned away from the man nearly half-naked muscular man. What would an Uchiha child with the Rankujo's explosive element be like?

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Kazu kept a smile on his face looking at her with his eyes before crossing his arms watching her reaction before heading back to his attention to the doughnut in his hand the last one he needed to eat before he was back up to full strength. Gulping it down closing his eyes savoring the taste of it making sure this was the only thing on his mind to taste this wonderful doughnut and get back into action. Gulping it down, he stretched then yawned looking at the sky relaxing his body as if his vitals within his body got a a good breath of fresh air. He was back up to full strength and maybe more, his body was perfect and all the stiff ness was gone. Who knew sugary treats and do the body so good.

Though of her being surprised of his appearance, he crossed his arms tilting his head to the side giving her a smile. He was ready to know the female name, whether she was going to introduce herself or not either way was fine with him. Something about her was odd and interesting in a good kind of way. The female obviously had power and something told him she was strong to a point where anyone goes up against her will get beat down in seconds or minutes if they are lucky.

"Pleasure meeting you Semasu..

Looking at his feet on the rock hard surface then he looked back up, blowing a single bang out his face.

"I wouldn't say it being like a honor or something, I'm more different then others that like to be cherish as if they were gods. Like they don't have to train to get stronger, they feed off of it liek some kind of fiends...even I acted like that...good thing I got out of that mood."

Eyeing at her he arched a brow as she pulled out a sword, indeed he was confused then he placed his hands on his waist thinking and leaning over a little bit seeing it was a regular sword but for some reason it had a mysterious vibe to it. Making his eyes tingle. Does it have to do with her KKG? Bakuton? What was that...something about it gave it a nice explosive vibe to it. Must be new...he seen advanced styles before; Ice, Storm, Dust, and a whole in his history of brawls he been in. According to her words the sword seeks locations and heads straight to it.

"Wow..."

Soon his eyes the flawless blade, then blinking immediately his eyes turned to a glowing crismon red; Sharingan was active and fully. He couldn't see any chakra from the blade, but it was like it was a living being. Looking up the body of Semasu seeing her chakra flow it was like almost unstable but quietly unstable with a exceptional amount. It made him smile seeing such a strong opponent and a female for that matter. Pure greatness to see such a strong woman.

"Well blade might not have any chakra in it, but you certainly do... and such a exceptional amount, now I'm the one impressed."

His crismon sharingan eyes looking at her own, then faded away letting his eye color return to normal. Though it crossed his mind on more about her and her clan but butting into someone's business is not something he would do, well not anymorehe can careless. the more or less he knows is perfectly fine cause he wouldn't anger anyone who been so kind to share food with. Never bite the hand that feeds you. Though it was confusing the way she was looking at him, his eyes blinked arching a brow in confusion, might as well put a question mark on top of his head cause he couldn't tell why she looked away so quickly.

Already Kazu seemed mostly revitalized, the donuts had done a wonder on his physical and mental state- now he only looked like a half naked man with a moderate appreciation for her cooking skills. She could see that his look was a but confused but intrigued by her explanation of her element; it was only natural, not many people understood or even knew of it.

Still, the way his eyes turned red like a demon and inspected the sword- Semasu thought he might provide some insight to the blade. It was not so however, next he turned his red eyes upon her and she suddenly felt very exposed. She had heard stories of the sharringan, but knew very little about it; what if he had XRay vision or something? The way he smiled at her and then complemented her; she was not used to compliments. His eyes looked at her as f he were studying her and she was almost certain he had XRay vision right then. Her arms came up defensively against her large breasts and she turned sideways in a cute manner to avoid direct stares as she continued to look at him in the flustered way, her cheeks beginning to redden a bit.

Th-Thank you for the kind words, but... what are you doing with your eyes?

She had meant to explain what exactly her element chakra was, but showing him would be better. It was unintentional, but her violent and erratic nature took over in the moment of her womanly distress. Her hands had been wrapped around her body and wrested tightly on her upper arms. Two red "hands" appeared where her own hands were touching her upper arms, Semasu suddenly let go of her arms and tensed up as if in battle suddenly. She let out a exasperated sigh and looked to Kazu in a somewhat apologetic way. Unintentionally she had used a jutsu, sometimes being a Rankujo could be difficult; this was a prime example... not being able to control urges.

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Remaining Chakra- 220 chakra

Spoiler:

OOC:(Kazu, on your post, this will take effect. Semasu had accidently charged herself with the "Bad spirits" and the handprints will explode on your post. The explosion is small, but both of them will receive 1st degree burns and the "fists" that rise from the explosion will likely punch Kazu if he isn't prepared in this situation.

Back in action, his energy was back and he was feeling it as he ever felt in his entire life. Like he gained his soul and own flesh and blood. Stretching his arms out and his legs up till he was on his toes, closing his eyes taking in the sunlight. Slowly opening his eyes senig the bright sun he felt so good he could go a few rounds with a Kage or two. He exhaled returning to his posture rolling his shoulders some sighing in content.

"Thanks a lot I owe you one."

Still, the way his eyes turned red like a demon and inspected the sword- Semasu thought he might provide some insight to the blade. It was not so however, next he turned his red eyes upon her and she suddenly felt very exposed. She had heard stories of the sharringan, but knew very little about it; what if he had XRay vision or something? The way he smiled at her and then complemented her; she was not used to compliments. His eyes looked at her as f he were studying her and she was almost certain he had XRay vision right then. Her arms came up defensively against her large breasts and she turned sideways in a cute manner to avoid direct stares as she continued to look at him in the flustered way, her cheeks beginning to redden a bit.

Flashing her a friendly smile...it soon dissappeared seeing how her body language changed she seemed very nervous as if she was naked in front of him. The way her arms went to her breasts he soon couldn't help but blush a little bit before clearing his throat looking away a bit before looking at her slowly as she looked back at him seeing the redness in her flawless complexion. As she turned to him she accepted his compliment but with a obvious questioning on his sharingan eyes scanning along her body, as his sharingan eyes was undressing her. Then a lightbulb without in his head, he held his hands and waved them in a sort of flustered way. Shaking his head in denial.

"I was just looking at you chakra network thats all..nothing else...it seems that you have such a exceptional amount."

Activating his bloodline trait again for the second time he search over her chakra network again before just focusing her attention as a whole seeing she was still flustered. After he told him his sharingan eyes followed her movements and actions. Looking at her upper arms glowing which look like handprints. Then he tries to piece it together, seeing her sigh looking at him, Bakuton. Then chime went off in his head, it seems familiar but it was still questionable about the explanation.

"Wait a sec...Bakuton...that sounds alot like...Oh no..."

His eyes widen then he makes a tiger seal quickly hopping off the rock, as the glowing handprints shined brightly then a sound breaking explosion went off on top of the rock emitting smoke catching them both into it emitting smoke around them. Jumping back sliding backwards along the soles of his feet in the dirt. His arms was crossed in front of his face, red burns around his bruised body and on the left side of his cheek. His torso, arms and biceps were complete with streaks of red burns. Would've been minor if in one area but now his body was weakened back to the state he was earlier.

"....that...hurt.."

He panted sweating down his face and body seeing something coming from above, two giant red fist made of pure chakra was incoming darting on top of him, yelling in surprise he was hit with it till he poofed into smoke as a massive explosive resulted this time. After the explosive secondary attack, he was crouched down with a red streaked palm was on the ground and he was panting weakened a little by it. His health was bad at the moment but not his own chakra and without his sharingan he be dead right now. It wasn't pretty but hell who cares if red skin isn't his favorite look. His tattered clothes was more destroyed, his left pants leg was torn and the right was ripped and he was completely topless as the remains of his shirt was reduced to nothing.

"That was close...."

Spoiler:

Semasu's body was sturdy, especially from all of the explosions she had experienced while learning how to control the bakuton element. Still, her clothes were not durable and wouldn't stand the explosion like she could. Despite the closeness of the explosion, she had relaxed her body and carried herself with the momentum of the blast and back-pedaled with the explosion so that she stood on her own two feet after the explosion ended.

Her concern was more with her new friend, he had previously recovered from some mysterious circumstances and now he was being attacked by one of the less common advanced elements. Kazu had withstood th initial explosion but if he wasn't quick enough, those meddlesome "punches" from the explosion would catch him off guard. She grimaced as she saw the strikes land solidly on him, then she visibly relaxed as he vanished into smoke. He had used a substitution at the first signs of trouble- smart man.

Ah, I am sorry Kazu! I didn't mean for that to happen, my element is sometimes difficult to control when I'm excited.

Her own upper arms were streaked with red burn marks, not very bad but still noticeable... and her clothes! The upper portion of her white attire was ruined. The shoulders were completely ruined and the fabric hung loosely just over her blessed bosom, partially revealing a modest amount of cleavage. Kazu's clothes faired less than her own did, his were already really torn and old; the kinetic impact of the explosion had only increased their expiration. His shirt was now rendered useless and even his hands were beginning to see the end of their usage.

Warn me next time before you go and do something like that, it was too easily misunderstood! How was I supposed to react when I thought your eyes could see through my clothes.

She explained more in self defense from the embarrassment of the explosion, she was mostly passed the sharringan eyes part. Still, it would be nice to know for sure that he didn't have XRay vision. She eyed him suspiciously for a moment but his helpless and confused expression seemed sincere enough. If he was lying and she found out, he had already received a small taste of what her ability could do. Bakuton wasn't something the sharringan could copy, not that it would be effective against her anyways.

Well, now you know what Bakuton is, it's a really difficult element to control and often makes me desire battles or causes me to be overly aggressive.

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Panting sweating he stood up in a ready position, it was a close call. Without the substitution or his sharingan eyes, he be in pain. Clenching his fists and watching the smoke fade away, looking at her he moved his right fist back to get ready for any more incoming attacks. With his hair swaying in the blowing wind, then his eyes widened up a little hearing her apologize for her elemental unstable stature.

Looking at her appearance she was seemingly in pain, which is kinda obvious since it was her element for pete sake. But now he sighed with a his eyes slanting up a little bit, seeing this coming somewhat. Women trying to kill him already. Last thing he needs to repeat the past and try to relax, calming himself down. Opening up his fists then raised his hand with a small smile, well trying to anyway. Keeping his sharingan eyes activated, ready to copy nor read movements of the kunoichi. His eyes trailed around the forest scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary.


"Sorry...I'll warn ya next time.....which is now, my sharingan eyes are on now, and I won't look at you like that again."

Looking at her he looked at his damn self seeing burn marking, streaking along his upper body on his skin. It as if he was ran over with few tires. Though the thing is that his hands were kinda steaming and it wasn't hurting at all. No pain was emitting to his brain, though its the same feeling he had when he bursted through the ground to the surface. Getting desperate his hand was looking alright now. Clenching and moving his fingers over and over. He was fine though. Closing his eyes he processes his thoughts scanning through, if he had his sword and cloak he would've had a acrobatic escape. Then a chime went off in his head.

"..oh..man.."

He looked around, he dusted himself off then remembered where he came from, ignoring her he dashed to the area where he came from, no gazing at her revealing body or nothing as if she was wasn't even there. Going to the hole he digged and digged in the soft dirt to find his father's sword. Panting loud trying to find it, then looked at the cracked handle then pulled it only pull the cracked sword out. The blade was worn out, from the battles it been in. History took its toll. Seeing half of the blade fall to the ground he held the pieces in his hands; The handle with half of the blade and the actual blade itself. He cursed himself.

"....damn.."

If Kazu had been offended or upset by her sudden reaction, he hadn't shown it or said anything. Instead he had shown exceptional ability in evading her sudden "surprise" attack that she hadn't intended. Still, both of them now had slight burn marks on them; she felt foolish for the outburst.

Semasu noted that Kazu was an honest man, he had even apologized and went on to explain that his eyes were still active and he would refrain from looking at her when she felt uncomfortable.

His sudden change in attitude and look on his face told her that he had suddenly remembered something very important. Without a word of explanation, he had dashed away and back-tracked to the area he had crawled out of the ground from. She was bewildered by his actions at first and wasn't immediate to follow- she did follow though, mostly curious and from a safe distance.

She watched as he dug with his hands at a spot in the dirt to reveal a sword; had he buried it here previously and now retrieving it? If anything, this looked like a burial place for some shinobi lost in a battle. He produced an old looking sword, which was in pieces that didn't appear as repairable- the sight seemed to steal some of his mirth as he looked down at the broken blade.

Was this a burial place of one of your ancestors or something? Why would you dig up a relic from the past?

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His sudden change in attitude and look on his face told her that he had suddenly remembered something very important. Without a word of explanation, he had dashed away and back-tracked to the area he had crawled out of the ground from. She was bewildered by his actions at first and wasn't immediate to follow- she did follow though, mostly curious and from a safe distance.

He could tell she was following him, though she was gonna find out a whole lot of stuff about him and his crazy history but he was gonna make it short sweet and simple and no sugar coating at all. Lying is not in his resume, stay truthful a faithful to allies and loved ones. And well the woman is trusting besides the whole part of blowing him up in the process. So there was no holding back and he wasn't gonna start to now. Holding the pieces apart in his hands looking over them then looked back at her.

Seeing her looming over him from afar, he stood up straight then looked back at her then saw her eyes watching him, as he dugged into his now former burial site. Turning fully towards her, he needed something to hold it together with. Looking back at the hole he sees a black sleek fabric. Then he holds his broken sword with one hand and pulled it seeing it was a ragged cloak and it was destroyed utterly useless.


"No its not for a ancestor its for me, I was buried here...for a century...by a forbidden earth style jutsu I learned. After the Bijuu Ninja War...I was chased and framed for the death of the kage and chased by the Hyouga Tactical Squad"

He scanned her ripped dress then a lightbulb went off as he thought about it, snapping his fingers. Of course, but the idea was a longshot and hell he asked worse...much much worse. With his sharingan eyes looked at her face serious somewhat.

"Semasu...I need a wide piece of cloth from your ripped dress, I know I know...I shouldn't say something like that but I need to keep my father's sword together in order for a friend to repair it for me. And I'll buy you a brand new dress as my debt to you.

It was actually difficult for Semasu to believe that this "tomb" was the previous resting place for this new friend of hers. He had been chased and forced into a one hundred year sleeping tomb, finally to awaken now... only to find his sword ruined. She could see that it meant a lot to Kazu, his facial expression was visibly down-trodden.

Whether it was all fully true or not, Semasu didn't bother with the small details. If it truly was one hundred years ago, then anyone remotely related to the incident would be dead. She doubted Kazu would have much trouble returning to society; to him it had probably seemed like a dream... or maybe a prolonged nightmare. Now that he was back, Semasu would try and be sure to get him set back on the right path for success.

He had suddenly made an odd request of a women already in a questionably precarious physical state. Naturally her body was more blessed than most and she chose to wear a very little concealing dress anyways; now Kazu wanted a portion of her already ruined dress to hold the sword pieces in. She walked up to him wthouth batting an eye or verbalizing a complaint, she reached down and tore off a considerably portion around her legs that led just below her upper thighs and handed the cloth to Kazu.

If you look too hard at me, you'll receive more than an indirect explosion to your face.

She said it in a joking but somewhat serious tone. Normally she would have just flattened a man's face... and pride for asking something embarrassing like that, but Kazu wasn't the average male. She felt an uncommon bond to this afflicted soul and understood somewhat of the importance the blade had to Kazu.

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Watching her then turned his head as soon he heard the rip, he turned back seeing she handed him the cloth. Taking it he turned his back to her thanking her with a smile and a nod. He crouched down then tied the two pieces on the cloth then tied the corners together around the broken area, tying it tightly into one so it won't fall apart. Holding it up with his hand on the covered area of the blade he slips it through his belt to make it stay with him so it won't fall. Looking at his sword then looked back at her listening to what she saying, well not really something about looking too hard at her.

"I ain't gonna do that, I got more important matters to attend to...like getting some clothes and my sword repaired."

Looking to himself seeing he was in rags, shirt was destroyed and his pants was ripped a little by her their little misunderstanding, which made him kinda feel kinda bad and kinda cautious around her. Running his hands through his hair he walked towards to the walkway. Knowing this place like the back of his hand then felt the same warmness through his entire body, his hand smoldering and the smell of a roasting fire emitted from his right palm. As if it were burning he clenched it then held his wrist, that feeling went away as he pushed the fiery feeling only to get a warm sensation.

"Whats this feeling?"

He said clenching his right injured hand tightly then it emitted a flicking lighting sound with a blue chakra orb around his fist. The feeling is familiar to him as if he was performing a jutsu but this time is different. Wondering if this had something to do with his powers growing in the sealing jutsu. Not even remembering about Semasu at all. Then he relaxes himself only to let the light dim off quickly. With a smile he looked at his hand then saw the quick chakra plasmatic aura coursing through his palm and fingers.

"Sweet...."

She watched silently as he wrapped the sword pieces up in the torn cloth and tucked it in his pants for safe keeping. He stood up and disregarded his life's previous burial mound: his life was his to live again, not weighted down by his past mistakes. Where for him to start though? It wasn't likely that he knew anyone living in Shippuugakure, but that was where the Uchihas lived; she would suggest this to him. Though convincing an Uchiha over one hundred years old into Tsukigakure would surely give them an advantage.

So what will you do now that you're free? Rejoin Shippugakure? I'm sure they have capable weapon-smiths. Or I could introduce you to my kage in Tsukigakure. Might be fun and useful to have you around in my village. Never know when those eyes might come in handy.]

She said it playfully but with little hope, this man had already lost all his previous livelihood; the road ahead was his to choose. All she could do was offer him the best options.

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"Heh...me in the Moon Village again...a highly unlikely choice for me, I rather cut off my head while I'm at it...if they still remember me. Back then I was a worldwide like criminal whose been frame. So I take my chances on my own. I'm pretty sure the Shippuugakure will remember me somewhat except for the new kage."

Looking forward he looked towards the pathway up ahead, he looked at his red streaked covered body. He had to do things on his own, his own goals, and ambitions belong and stayed the unstable hurricane village. At his experience and skills along he was enough to take a Kage on but after being under ground for so long. He had to train, his body was in perfect condition well was due to the wonderful explosive personality of Semasu. With the wind blowing he looked at his fist and it was time to get stronger than ever.

"I appreciate your help and options for me, but I rather go done whatever my destiny takes me. But I wanna do things on my own, since everyone started to decide things for me. Its kinda like a pride thing, but I really do need this. Ya dig?"

He turned his head looking at her with a friendly smile, it wasn't like a ego macho thing it was something he been doing for a while and well years and he didn't wanna change now.

It didn't really come to much of a surprise to her that he had previously been haed in Tsukigakure, though the likelihood that anyone still knew him- was maybe only old senile geezers who suffered Alzheimer's and dementia. It was somewhat of a shame to think of such a skilled shinobi and new friend to join another village, but she understood and genuinely wished him the best on his endeavors.

There was only one thing left to do in this situation; a fight. whether he wanted to fight or not, hat was up to him... but Semasu remembered people best after bumping fists with them and remembering the looks of determination on their faces. He seemed to have recovered well from being sealed away for so long, she could only guess that her wondrous donuts had been a miracle straight from god to the starving man.

Before I go, I think it's only proper that we have a fight to get a feel for one another- in case we randomly fight each other in an unknown circumstance... I want to know its you by the "feel" of our fight.

To her, it was a simple and understanding request, though her blood naturally ran hotter than most anyone else's and she enjoyed a good fight. Enduring pain and struggles was one of the best ways to imprint another person into your mind, this way you never forgot them and even respected them more than previously. It seemed likely that he wouldn't accept though, he had just recovered from being sealed away, his clothes were in shambles and his sword was broken to pieces. She thought better of it; who wouldn't recognize her explosive element from a mile away anyways? She laughed softly to herself.

Nevermind Kazu, we can spar another time, you'd be able to recognize me from my explosive element anyways. I'll be sure to visit Shippuugakure again and check on how well you and the kage Saizo Hozuki are getting along. If I find that the two of you are bumping heads, I'll be sure to bump your heads together.

She wagged a finger playfully at him as she planted her opposite arm on her hip and then laughed cheerfully. She drew her sword from its sheathe and listened to his farewells and offered a few witty replies before slashing the very fabric of air itself. A red rift of light appeared in the air where she had slashed; she turned to waved playfully at Kazu as she was suddenly sucked into the rift and was gone in the blink of an eye. The red rift disappeared instantly and the area turned back to how it had been previously; Semasu was transported directly back to her village of Tsukigaure and into her home, where she promptly changed clothes into more appropriate attire.

It might have been better to tell her kage about a new...old Uchiha's rebirth in Shippuugakure, but she didn't bother. Eden-sama would find out soon enough anyways.

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"Don't worry I'll be alright no need to worry about that, I'm not a trouble maker no more now that I think about it. I grown out of it. And I'll be waiting till the day comes where you and I go at it. And the bumping heads thing...I rather not you do that...a random woman out of nowhere just scolding me, that will not do good in the village."

Looking at her with a smile as she made her playful gestures to him, he couldn't help but keep on smiling then saw her pull out the sword, it was time to see what this sword was all about. Seeing her slash at nothing seems like she slashed into the fabric of reality. Then as she waved she was gone in such speed it made him curious of that power. Now he seen it all something like this was inconceivable to his mind. Powers such as this shouldn't be existing. Even a ninja of his caliber, their powers were so far apart.

"Wow...thats...crazy, well it time to see who this Saizo guy all about, but first gotta get this fixed."

Raising his covered wrapped up sword then he looked off in the direction of where the village gates were, then walked forward.

Time to enter the storm

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