Old bones and new ideals

Sero stood alone among the empty ivory halls. The cold setting in and frosting over the dust in most of the rooms. The empty corridors and quarters long since abandoned. The elders fleeing with whatever guards would accompany them far from Sero and his vengeance. Fearful of what they had wrought upon themselves. Still despite the fire burning his soul so ashes he had not pursued them. Instead he had delved endless nights into finding proof of their involvement in their texts. Only finding minor crimes at best with little proof of them. He could not slay them all without proof after all. He knew orders had been given to his father...but they had long since removed the evidence. Even a file of his birth had been destroyed once it was discovered he had survived all those years in solitude. Now aside from the guard deep within the castle looking over the Kaguyas most treasured secrets and tombs, Sero was the only being who ever entered this castle. No servants or civilians. Just the guard and himself. Which suited him fine...the barracks...the cave....all of it was just another abode to him. Castle or no he held no interest for material possessions.

Of course that had been before. Now the night set in over another frost covered Kirigakure. No lights covered the grounds or could be seen outside the ivory castle except for a flickering glow changing between green and purple. Sero stood alone in the throne room. It was built well before the castle on the mountain that was his queens but it held no art. Bare and empty with the ivory walls...floors and ceiling covered in moss growing here and there. The castle needed tending to....but no one wanted to go there and risk Seros wrath. There in the center Sero stood before a pillar of green fire. Casting a green glow over the dark room. Five tails seemed to slowly shift back and forth in the mans shadow as Sero stood there in robes matching the ivory around him. Blue hair and blue eyes taking in the green as it flickered. On his waist hung a single black katana with purple designs on it. When he let his hand lower to touch it...the green fire would shift to purple....when he lifted his hand off of it the fire would return to green. He was studying this effect in solitude with the guard too far below to feel his presence.

"So this is the power of legendary gear....Interesting. Still it is hardly what I am accustomed to..."

He would mutter as no expression would show on those thin pale lips or those cold blue eyes. His head tilting to the side at the sound of whispers...ones he knew didn't come from around him but within....whispers he could hear but not make out clearly...just something about grasping this power...to increase his power....The Five tails was trying to reach out to him...to overcome him as usual...for now though the seal suppressed it.

It was silent and calm for a brief moment but it seemed it was his moment to return to the world. His body remained still on the bed for a brief moment longer as the silence took over the room in his head. It was a war he was fighting from within; the battle of hate and love echoed throughout his body; it was here for him that his battle continued to control a shadow taking on the light. A mere replicant of himself but one willing to be the shinobi he aspired to be without the futile setbacks of emotions and duty just a weapon to be used but as for now a broken weapon was nothing to bring to a battlefield let alone carry around. From inside a war broke out within his mind after he was last seen on the island but sadly that was his last time truly seeing anyone with his own eyes. Since falling under the mysterious sleep it was a battle that he could not avoid. The inner being of himself dared to take control and live the life that it lusted for to actually become a shinobi and take itself to the next level and so the battle of the mind consumed him and locked him away in a prison he never expected to free himself from unless he lost. Each swing he felt the pressure of the darkness always asking him why did he fight so hard if he knew he death was coming it seemed a better way of saying that he wasn’t qualified to live this life. It had seemed that this shadow was more concerned about dying without even getting a chance to live which was too bad because in no way would he let him have such a chance to take over let alone to see the world. It was only an assumption at first but with several more glances it was easy to tell he wanted the chance to sit in the light and bask in it for what it was worth. Burittsu himself could only chuckle under the pressure that this being kept applying to what ends would he stop taking a chance to replace him. His lips began to move as he looked out towards the distance too only to see his mirror reflection looking back at him ready for the battle again.

“I’d die a million deaths before I let you take over my body or mind..”

Standing up on his feet as he opened his eyes once more it was a shocking discovery as saw nothing but darkness as his eyes had to adjust but something was off he could feel cloth touching his skin as his eyes began to focus in the darkness. He now realized he was sitting upward on a bed he was bedridden for how long he did not know but the darkness that lusted after him was gone. He was already sitting upright looking down at his legs that were covered by the sheet he had no idea how long he was out for but the battle of minds would never cease not till one died it seemed. Breathing slowly he had no choice but to take it slow he had no idea how his body was holding up and to be in bed for so long without proper exercise he was indeed weaker. The only he could blame was himself in the end for giving in to such arrogance falling for a battle to split himself in half when he desired to be whole and complete things that were never easy to obtained he asked for but it seemed nothing mattered the battle was going to rage on till the he or the latter die or give up whichever comes first. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he peered off the right corner of the room where his clothing and blade was awaiting for him it was time for him to leave and return back into the wild. Moving his legs to the side it all seemed easy until he felt his legs dangle off the side of the bed. Looking onto the floor was something he did not seem to ever fear but this time something told him to take the time to make such a move. Placing one foot on the floor of the room with such grace he could feel the weakness in his limbs as he struggled to stand in place without holding the edge of the bed; this was the type of feeling that made him feel useless. In response he could only chuckle in his own despair as it seemed walking and standing were now things he had to learn again once more this time alone. Holding onto the side of the bed as his legs began to shake from the loss of muscle usage it really felt like he was a newborn. Such an embarrassment could not call others for aid slowly but surely he made it to the end of the bed where he was within arm 's reach of his clothing. At least 10 minutes passed by as he struggled to put on his clothing himself but it was well worth it as he gained some spirit back and legs themselves some vigor allowing him to regain his balance after placing on his blue and white kimono he stopped for a mere second as the moonlight peered through his window.

His eyes were locked onto the headband he was given something he could never forget a piece of her pride as being a shinobi of this land and the courage to act for this land without a doubt he need to protect himself so that one day when he passes it back he would have been a full fledged shinobi one that earned the people's trust. Placing it around his neck once more as he sat motionless for a mere couple more minutes taking it all in, it seemed the war from within had calmed for now but the outside threat he last saw was most likely gone but so were the people who fell victim to it. Standing up on his two feet he placed his palm on the window sliding it open as he slipped out right after leaving the window open to allow a fresh breeze to come in. With his weapon on his waist and the headband back in his possession he was indeed weaker then before but rising from the battle within only made him miss the desire to grow and strive. Making his way down below quietly into the night time streets of the village he could only thank them from inside his heart for taking care of him since his absence.

“Back to it I guess.. Back to training..”

Sero would lift the sword before feeling it connect to him. Not fully but enough to change the nature of his katon. He would feel the connection only making it partially though. As if unable to complete a circuit the way he was holding it. He would lift the blade and look along its edge a moment. The purple and black molding in perfection. Stronger than his bone creations. He would study it a moment as if curious of if it held a personality. Defying him in place of its previous master. Defying him as most things did. He would however feel it pull him. Pull the katon energy from him as if wanting more. Slowly he would raise his other hand and grip the handle with both. Feeling the circuit connect as he let out a breath in surprise. The katon energy flowing through him was now more potent...more free. He would lift the blade above his head before bringing it down. In front of him purple flames would surge forward. Filling the empty bone halls and scorching the moss off the walls and pillars. Filling the palace with a purple light as it surged forward. Cleansing the empty palace of dust and decay. Leaving black marks on the walls and red sparks slowly falling. Luckily the palace was much too well built to succumb to something as simple as a little fire.

Still Sero would not take a second swing. He understood the mechanics of this weapon now. Though not as to how it functioned. But by gripping it with two hands he could launch empowered katon ninjutsu without hand seals. This would prove...beneficial. Still for now he would sheath his blade as another soul entered the empty castle. A man all in black robes with a mask over his face...plane white with only two eye holes would approach as if from out of the shadows. Sero would turn his blue gaze to the man a moment. A typical nightmare brigade uniform. Still he would turn to fully face the man before they knelt before Sero.

"Sir. Reporting the observation of Blitz. It appears at some point within the last hour he escaped his room and appears to be on the move. He did not check out via conventional means. Your orders?"

Sero would listen in silence before looking back towards the entrance of the Kaguya castle. The red sparks settling and fading around him as he seemed to be contemplating. After a moment Sero would shake his head and turn to move to the throne. An auspicious seat certainly but no princess council. He would settle there upon the throne of bones and seem to fill it well before he replied to the man.

"Track him for now but otherwise do nothing. He is not a criminal so he is free to move how he sees fit. He will come to me in due time and we will see his state of mind from there. Now go." And with that the shadow would fade once more into the night to obey.

Wandering around at night it seemed best for him to go back to the nearest source of information cracking his neck. It seemed best to return back into the fold there was nothing he could even do without proper training. The night felt wonderful upon his skin as the darkness came in contact with the cold. This was a feeling of freedom from being trapped inside his body; he felt almost alive to be out in the world once more. Gazing out towards the distance as the moonlight poured down its rays blessing the land and providing light at the same time it was clear that he was watched but how close did they remain. Making his way down the empty street he began to focus more on his surroundings until coming to a stop he gave out a sigh as he could only guess where to start from with his mind in a blunder it only made sense to think about the situation. Gazing upwards watching the moon in its glory it only soon made sense that the one he was looking for was always a lone wolf, with a place where only he would remain without bother. Such a thought interested him heading for the source he gazed around the mountaintops until seeing the castle itself with what seemed a green tint from a distance nevertheless if he was home it would be something of a relief. Making his way towards what seemed to be the only one with the correct answer to his appearance or even a better answer and throw him back in the hell he wanted to lean on. In time this thought process only made his drive burn brighter and hotter even he would say his pace began to pick up.

“.....”

Cruising through the night it seemed he had intended to go on with this plan without even a hint of the chance he would be denied it was something he longed for and it was happening. It seemed he was motivated to even greater heights for what reason even he didn’t fully understand but the positivity was noticed. In mere seconds he began to leap and sprint in full stride with nothing but a burning passion that sparked from within making his way through the darkness of the night he pushed on without fear. The lust of power seemed to be the one thing on his mind but also something more one he could not see but another force of persuasion gave him the confidence. In time making his way towards this manor he could only feel eager to try his best once more till he failed and failed again. With each stride the gap closed between him and the castle as the flame seemed to glow brightly in the night. With the green tint of fire shining in the dark it was the symbol he was looking for with the person at the very end to set him back on the right track to become one of the best. Time passed for a little while but his journey came to an end quicker then he would like to admit but it seemed the determination did not wander as he peered out towards the castle it was indeed a large structure the closer he ventured. With such a display he could only smile as he made his way to the front entrance where he was met with two large doors pushing them open as they responded with loud noises that clearly echoed from within bouncing off the walls and making their way throughout the hold.

Regardless he was now entering the building as he could only see the darkness itself it could only make sense that he would have to properly find who he was looking for unless the man would come himself. In hopes this was an intruder to intercept but if not it seemed the journey to continue looking for the man would not stop but only be delayed by the size of this castle. Walking all the way he made his way to the steps that greeted him at the door in hopes of finding the shinobi and gaining information that would pique his interest. Maybe even a training session would be in order to put him back into shape or break him whichever came first if he got what he wanted.

“Senpai.. Hope you can hear me..”

Blitz would enter the seemingly empty castle. Leaves settling upon ashes on the floor. Scattered in when he entered before the ivory doors closed behind him. The ash covered the floors and pillars and seemingly everything like a layer of dust. The smell of fire still fresh in the air despite none of it smoldering or burnt. The palace had been cleansed and now it stood dormant again. Decay faded to emptiness. A void that echoed almost mockingly as Blitz spoke out loud. As if his words had broken some almost sacred silence and reverence. The sound echoed away like whispers in the distance. As if the shadows themselves were muttering about his entrance. And yet nothing stirred at first. A dark void filled only with bone and ash answered him in a stern silence as he moved further in. However he had not gotten far before the old braziers would light a blaze and light his path with a green flame. Casting an eerie glow and leading to the main chamber...the throne room of older times...of more savage times. The Ivory throne room of the Kaguya clan. Such older times though were nothing like what sat there now...some of those who were there...back in the older savage days had fled this being that sat there now.

The braziers would light one after the other and guide Burritsu to where he wished to go. As if sensing his need. His desire to find the savage being. The monster that stood alone in the stillness. The source of the ash and the void. He sat there and waited without moving more than one single finger. A finger that tapped its nail on the edge of the thrones armrest. The sound of bone on bone echoing out beyond the doors to the throne room to Blitz. The only sound besides his own...the only sense of something else in the empty. The fires would lead him here but from under the double doors a mist could be seen creeping out. If Blitz were to step forward the double doors would open as if bidden by his arrival on their own. Opening him to a throne room with green fires hanging suspended under the vaulted ceiling and slowly circling. A blanket of white mist traveled the rooms floor and reflected the green light. Slowly moving in a circle like a pool at his feet. Sero sat alone within this room and finally would speak if Blitz entered.

"A nightmare has awakened....Is this good news?"

All remained silent as he peered into the building; all was still until the very doors closed behind him sealing the shinobi from the outside world and keeping the outside from him. Indeed it was some welcome but the boy didn’t care he came for one purpose and that was to excel. In a way it was interesting how this silence was pleasing but the building and its interesting decor seemed more interested in the guests they have received today. In a way it felt as if he was being dragged to the center of this source. All was in good time even if it meant that the others would be surprised by his return. It seemed that the only thought in his head was asking him if he was truly ready to return to such a life but the only answer he had was the hallways that continued to lead him to the warmth. Such heat could never be forgotten as he now stood motionless in front of a large door that oozed out particles from underneath. Such a sight only could put a smile on his face as he placed both his palms on the doors pushing with little might but nevertheless opening them. The introduction was a brief response from the man hiding in the room before him being labeled a “nightmare” only could bring a little grin upon his face but the grin would slowly die out as he continued to make his way to the center. Feeling the pressure of the heat rising it only meant he was truly alive and welcomed back into the world he almost lost. Gazing upon the walls and empty seats that were around it was clear only one seat was filled for a reason. Bowing his head a little in a sign of respect it was amusing to see someone who would remind him of the past and his failures, the correct teacher.

“I apologize for my tardiness..”

The room was mighty large and empty but only one could fit in such a chamber gazing upwards the color of the room set the mood as the green flames gave it a hint of life indeed such a room held more people. All he could see now was empty thrones and only one person sat down each empty but it was more than a seat just like this was more than a manor. It all belonged to the one waiting on him and it was clear he sat with those who caught his attention. It was obvious that time had long passed. A new era was starting and sitting in a room didn’t seem beneficial to this shinobi. It was time for him to be put back into work and training no matter the length of the pain it would take or the time that was needed. Placing one knee upon the ground as he placed his arm on bent leg he remained kneeled this was his own way of resting a little since he did travel on foot and came straight out of his slumber. His legs shook a little but in time the restless shaking would come to a halt he took in the atmosphere as he continued to gaze around the room. Then his eyes would finally decide to land on the man himself, one who he had not seen in so long the figure remained seated but it was only temporary the goal was to get back into the fold. Taking a deep breath expelling all the restless energy he took into account everything that occurred so far but for now he was currently happy with his position in this world to give himself another chance.

“When do I train..”

Sero would cease his tapping on the bone arm rest. A warm breeze would shift through the room as he did. The green light of the fires flicking in the breeze as the fogbank at their feet would begin to swearl. Blitz would apologize for tardiness. An amusing mistake to be made given his name. If Sero could feel amusement. Cold eyes would still observe the walking irony of it. Still Blitz was a driven man....Sero was no fool. He had spent years in the hospital barely able to move. Finding it difficult to even walk. His injury at birth holding him there like a prison. However the prison had been of his own mind. His own lack of willingness to become more...to pursue this rot within his chakra and bond with it instead of resisting it. The dark power that flowed within him now was because he accepted who he was fully. His three elements shifting visibly around the room with them as if in response to this memory. As if in response to some deep dwelling emotion within Sero. This man would mention he wished to train and the swirling would continue. More within rhythm now. But he was no fool indeed.

Sero knew what happened to the body when it was left to waste away. Even with medical nourishment...how weak it felt. This flesh that they used. How it did not wish to obey him at first. Its slothful nature barely able to escape. Blitz had only recently reawakened. That he made it this far on his own so soon was proof of his drive. Proof of his desire to become more. This Sero also understood as the rhythm of the mist slowed to a crawling spin. The green fire returning to normal as Sero would rise from his seat slowly. Then as if he were floating the beast would glide down the short stairs to stand in front of Burritsu. Cold eyes looking him up and down before speaking calmly.

"You share a blood with my queen. You are of her bloodline but do not share her full talents. No....you lack something that sets you apart from the others Blitz. You are above average in combat but....you lack a defining trait. My queens is brutality. Utter and complete disregard for her enemies being human. Something I value in power. I spread fear and complete decimation to my enemies....what will they say of you? He was better than the average man with a sword? Or can you do more...can you find what defines you as a nightmare?"

Gazing up he watched how this man approached him from his seat to the ground right in front of him. It had seemed there was something that he wanted to know for himself. Giving a little comparison of the one they both serve and a tiny droplet of praise he didn’t deserve it was clear he needed to answer especially for such a question. This question was obviously one for himself and for the future what type of shinobi would he be or rather less can he be a better shinobi and break out of his shell. He was asked what defined him as he could only pause and think about the pain he suffered but managed to push through such a question he had no answer too not with words but maybe his body could figure it out. Gazing upon the ground for a second longer he placed both palms upon the floor before picking himself up back on his feet. He was a little tired but that didn’t stop the burning in his chest removing his weapon from his waist. The praise for being a decent guy with a sword seemed less and less of something he desired. He craved being the best of the best standing on top of all his enemies, even allies, to reach a goal he was hungry to reach. Gripping upon the handle of the weapon he could only begin to think that he only had heart and confidence with nothing but his current skill and weapon he indeed was lacking. His other self could even agree he was lacking a lot in the shinobi aspect compared to the rest. It was clear as day he never took care of himself to elevate higher that was the problem it was how he wanted to go about it that put him in bad situations or yet deadly ones. Looking around the room once more he could only think of one proper response to give to the man who was indeed his senior and currently the strongest one he could follow around and learn from despite his own problems. It seems everyone has their own demons to conquer, some worse than others.

“Senpai.. Lets spar I only have heart but I can tell today I want to achieve something greater. I want to grow.. Allow me that.. I want a rematch from last time..”

His eyes fell down from the room and the bright flames to the owner of this manor he was serious as he looked into the eyes of the beast itself. He stood and proud as his blade remained sheathed and his grip began to tighten. He was excited for some reason asking for such a request, gripping upon his neck, giving him a squeeze and waking him up for the battle to come indeed he wanted this to happen. Gazing at the empty seats behind him it was clear only the strong may sit in those empty places and that was his first step with a mighty grin appearing on his face. It had seemed his whole personality had a change of mind, a switch in a way he seemed a little cocky and his personality seemed to bend a little but this was only possible due to his torment. He seemed replaced by another but in reality he accepted who he was truly without skill or jutsu to boast he was a shinobi with nothing to lose only the hopes of the others swayed left and right on his shoulders. Placing his hand upon the headband around his neck he could only remember the faint words of the women who blessed him with the opportunity to give an orphan such a chance. This was his confidence; it made him only cackle as he realized the one in front of him wanted to see something himself. Such pressure to grow was incredible but also dangerous, a double edged sword ready to kill from either side this what it meant to be in a village.

“Senpai beat it into me if you have too but I will sit in one of those empty seats.. And I will show you all what I have.. You’re not going to deny a challenge right? Especially in your own home..”

Burittsu stood tall and proud gazing into the very eyes of the man he came to greet. Indeed he was shinobi. It was time he acted like it even if it meant the suffering would continue with growth and time he could find a way to break free of such a curse. Surpassing himself currently was the only thing on his mind; he wanted nothing but to break from these shackles that held him down. Making friends with a demon or better yet understanding it more and more everyday was the only thing that allowed him to live day by day even when he was unresponsive. Something indeed piqued his interest but first he wanted to feel again for himself what he wanted to fight for and what he could actually obtain from learning from this man and others around him. They all seemed ready to grow and fly off without him but his own wings didn’t dare come out he remained flightless by crippling himself mentally this was his cage. Standing in front of the man he wanted to break free, his facial expression changed drastically he was sick of himself and disgusted. He remained silent for a second before letting out a tiny chuckle to ease the tension he was probably building up for so long but he only had one thing on his mind before the beast could say anything.

“How long did you say I was gone.. I.. I need to hear it…Once more..”

Sero would tilt his head at the mention of a spar. He could hear Kukuo within himself chittering away in its amusement. This boy had come to spar with Sero? What an odd thing to do in the best of cases. Yet here he stood fresh out of the hospital. Fresh back on his feet and barely at that. What was he playing at? Risking his life for growth? Or did he not realize who he spoke to? Perhaps it was more keen towards the fact that Sero was not normally a direct fighter. He was a ninjutsu specialist. His hand would idly rest upon the handle of his sword...of what was once Valens sword. Cold blue eyes reflecting the dim light in the room as the fires would switch from green to purple. Changing upon touching the blade. He considered this....he had sparred before but it ended up with his opponent dead and burned. He was paranoid about others choosing to kill him and as far as he knew...nothing had come of it. Perhaps he was being overconfident? Should he take Blitz at his full strength? No this was ill advised. He would likely incinerate a good soldier. His queen would be less than exhilarated.

Yes...he would think to himself as Kukuo watched with anticipation. He would try breaking from Ninjutsu. Maybe attempt some of this close quarters combat people were so fond of. He would be considerably weaker in such a scenario but that would benefit Blitz immensely too. Fighting closer to his own level. This was the course of action Sero had decided upon...up until Blitz taunted him. The air would grow still and the fires would die to flickering light as the room was plunged almost entirely into darkness. Sero would inhale before exhaling out with fuuton infused chakra. A ball of it launching out at B+ speed in the suddenly dim light like a heavy fist straight for Blitzes torso. If it hit it would likely drive him back and knock the air out of him. If he dodged it all the better but nothing lethal. He had avoided any of the cutting techniques.

"You will first learn to mind your tongue. Taunting me here in my conquered lands where all others were smart to flee is unwise. You want to be beaten into power? Then struggle. Do your best against me until you can rise no more. Prepare yourself for that of which you wished for. I will not be shown disrespect in my own hall. Do you follow? As for time...I know not. I do not age nor often seek the council of you humans. So time is mostly irrelevant to me."

Sero would state as the fires flickered back to life. Green once more as he had released his own sword. Leaving it forgotten at his hip for the time being. As the light returned it was clear the whites of his eyes had shifted to a murky black. Like a swamp...and that aura....it filled the room like a pressure. Like facing death all over again as Sero would seem to loom over Blitz. His shadow cast oddly around the room and in each one five tails would dance back and forth.

Jutsu used:

From his hand movements it seemed the job to taunt the man was all but successful and yet his temper with the boy was mild. He wanted nothing but the best training he could only give it his all. Watching how he placed his own hands upon the blade that he carried it indeed seemed familiar but all that didn’t matter at this time due to the fact the teacher began his move but as it was it seemed there was no reason for him to back down. At his current state he was weak and that was easily proven by his recent rise from slumber but it seemed this wall that stood before him needed to be climbed. Keeping a good grip upon his blade he watched the breathing of the man change before him fast and efficiently to teach him a lesson but this was all he needed to find the proper answer. Before he could even take another breath his was knocked out of him as his feet sent off the ground for a moment the air was escaping his lungs as his body felt weaker than ever. The grip on his blade almost gave out as his vision quickly began to blur in moments all he could feel was the hard ground against his back. He was completely out of air instead of panicking as he felt his body drift in and out his vision began to see the being himself stand above him as the words flew out of his mouth. From his vision it was only one man but during this time it was clear to see that his friend from within was concerned enough to reveal himself again. Silent but aware, watching as the body of shinobi struggled to even get back up on both his feet, his body limp and shaking as the air slowly began to make its way in and out of his body. Gripping tightly upon his blade he stood once more tall coughing a little as he began to grasp the answer that was needed to answer the man his hands were shaking but all he could do was get a grip of himself and the situation.

“You will get a formal apology from me.. But not yet I still need a proper answer from you and I still have to give you a proper answer from your question earlier.. I’ll make sure you both never regret bringing me along…”

His resolve was firm and confident on the outside but even he knew he was going to be at his breaking point if he didn’t try something. The talk was the truth but he could only do so much compared to the will of his body. Such a monster stood before him so it was easier if he kept his sword sheathed. Being maimed didn’t bother him but losing a limb this early in the game especially since he just returned was not part of the plan. At least till he was able to fend off more shinobi then the one who stood before this was the start of a gruesome training his eyes remained locked in to that of his opponents. The fear he mentioned the rest took with them he did not want to be one of them yet alone an idiot who couldn’t see when a wall was too tall for him to climb. With all this in his mind he prepared himself for the worst encounter of his life, all this to grow and learn from his mistakes but facing such a challenge would only prove to be a struggle and a reward. His movements were sluggish a little but he had to move his body more than ever. His confidence was as far as he could take it but it was only the start he couldn’t bear to let anyone down coming at this man was only the best he had gained momentum charging towards him. Burittsu let out a fierce swing of his sheathed blade at his normal C rank speed he was aiming towards the center waist of the male testing him but also trying to apply pressure to the one who he wanted to catch up too.

“Beat me down if you want.. I have to move forward in this life you all gave me..”

Sero would not move to attack as Blitz regained his footing. It appeared as if determination would drive him further. Cold blue iris would glow as if sunken into the darkness of the rest of his eyes. Watching him as the mist would swirl in and fill the parted path the drilling air bullet had carved out on its path. He struggled and was shaken but he did not panic. He did not falter more than the absolute minimum his body needed. Well the young man could certainly take a hit. Still Sero had been purposefully holding back. He had no desire to kill this one. He was an enforcer of law and order. A protector of Kirigakure like Sero himself. He just lacked something. He was so straight forward and yet there was promise. If he could take a hit and continue on he would be a skilled fighter. Yet there was more he could do. Sero himself used both the Suiton and Fuuton elements that made up the ice element. He was a master of ninjutsu in both of those elements and more. Blitz held the potential to cut through the air itself or fight from a distance...yet he chose the sword.

Yet even as the young man spoke his determination he kept his sword sheathed. Cold blue eyes would shift to this as he took in this minor detail. It was perhaps more reasonable to humans to keep such things from cutting each other during training. However Blitz should be fully aware that a plain blade could not harm Sero. Was this for his own benefit then? To keep from threatening Sero with a weapon so that he did not react as if it were a true battle? Absurd. Sero could understand if it was a place of fear that this thought came from but he doubted it. Instead the man spoke of those human emotions....ones that Sero had observed and understood. Regret....people who thought they could kill him...who lived lives of crime and injustice...when they realized there was no hope they experienced regret. He saw it in their eyes as the pleaded for their lives...just before their screams...regret...such an interesting idea.

Still Sero would remain silent as Blitz charged him. Sero was actually a fairly fast individual. With Blitz fresh out of the hospital it was a fairly easy task to float away from the blow to the side and back. Swaying from any continued attacks just out of reach at B rank speed and watching with B rank perception. His hands folding into his wide sleeves and the sleeves sliding together. Hiding what he was doing. A tactic of his to prevent his opponents from seeing his hand signs. Rat, dog, tiger, scorpion. Upon the last one Sero would add a snake seal onto the end. Launching back further from Blitz as the mist would stir. The blanket on the ground shifting like a wave. Sero had created a bladed bone tail. Thin and fifteen meters long. It moved at C+ speed with B rank power. Hiding it beneath the mist and launching a sweeping attack. Aimed to sweep Blitzes legs out from under him.

"Regret? You are still alive. Still fighting and growing. We do not have the luxury of regret. We are the Nightmare brigade. We stand against unending waves of enemies. Blood soaking the path we walk. So there is no regret for taking you in. No regret for having you do the work we do. We are tools of the village. For the good of the village. If you regret something...change it. That's all there is to it."

Jutsu used:

Indeed watching this man simply dodge his attack almost brought out a chuckle. It was too late for him to turn back and the training began and he had nothing to show for it like always but his body taking constant blows. Stopping in his tracks for a mere moment would mean he gave up once more; this was a battle against someone who had no reason to really try especially with this current shinobi. All he could do was try as he watched the male jump back further away he prepared himself as the mist concealed only the floor on his feet. It seemed a bit too obvious but the trick was could he be fast enough to even avoid what was coming. The distance increased for a reason but he couldn’t afford to find out by standing still quickly copying the one who stood before him he too made the effort to close the gap staying near his target was all that he had in the end. It was clear what the male was aiming for; he backed away but nothing was coming in a direct line of sight with only the mist even he could tell this one was coming from underneath the guise of the mist. His response was a quick but childish way of keeping his opponent off guard as he watched him leap back he could only keep the fight in his advantage quickly lifting up his blade. The goal was to keep this interesting; the blade was for his entertainment but also a heavy burden when it came down to it, something he needed to verify that this trap wasn’t just a waste. Watching the mist swirl for a moment longer Burittsu quickly leaped off the ground keeping both legs tucked into his chest in his right hand as his blade aimed and ready to be thrown directly at the male for aerial attack. Releasing his grip on his blade the moment he touched the air it traveled through the room at C rank speed the strength of the boy did not make it seem any better. It was a gamble but this was his only response to the tactics of this man avoiding the mist and keeping his body in the air for a brief moment took some energy out of him.

The empty thoughts of him actually talking and getting a response to the one he stood in front of only made him wonder what would happen if could actually break this wall he stood against. Maybe something was to be seen after this was all done. As his body came back down he could only watch the mist and brace himself for impact plunging his feet back into the mystery he knew was not fast enough from the start to actually avoid whatever it was waiting for him. Feeling a grip around his legs for the moment he was quickly dragged down upon the floor once more quick and fast but it was unavoidable the least he could do was keep the other moving for a brief moment. Flipping himself onto his side as his body continued to shake it was clear the shaking and nerves wouldn’t stop for sometime until he felt himself once more placing one hand upon his leg and other off the floor he quickly shot himself up and turned around. Without a sword he had no choice but to close the gap himself quickly running towards the man, not even a plan in mind. His body only reacted to what seemed natural and what he could do as an individual without a use of a weapon rushing at the man with C speed he could only take in a deep breath and begin his counter attack. Sliding on the mist covered floor for a brief moment he aimed to take out the males legs from underneath himself using his own body as a weapon he wanted to topple down the giant. With the very least concern for himself he aimed to approve or at least increase his survival odds nothing would surprise him at this point only his will to keep pushing. With the words that were spoken he could only act and improve just as he was told nothing was meant to stay down or broken so all he could do was try his best even if the results meant the same thing.

“......”

The young man seemed bent on getting knocked about as a form of training. However of all things Blitz would decide to chuck his sword. Simply throwing it at Sero as one may a kunai. Perhaps this was a technique for replacing the weapon with oneself? It would be a clever way to gain ground. However a tail appendage was not a single movement polearm weapon. The length of it being flexible and at fifteen meters he could fill the majority of the space between them. A part of the middle of the tail would lurch upwards and block the thrown weapon. Sending it cascading up and into the air. A precaution to take of course. However Sero did not follow this up with a combination of any other jutsu. The tail was an additional functioning part of his body now. Reacting to his will with practiced precision. However behind it Blitz would seem to charge forward. Intent on hand to hand combat. The tail itself would shift like a long massive snake before attempting to slam into Blitz and knock him back again. Using the flat side of the bladed tail in an attempt to make a broader stroke at C rank coordination.

If it succeeded in either knocking Blitz back or keeping him at bay for the time being Sero would speak once more. His hands still folded in front of himself as he watched with those cold blue eyes and no expression.

"I developed this technique very early on in my training. I am well aware how poorly suited I am for close combat tactics. So I created a technique used to keep hand to hand and weapon specialists at bay. It is both flexible and quick and by now normally....those blades along its length would have been slicing flesh."

Sero would retract the tail and slowly use it to circle himself. Having no fear of the blades himself. The gaps in the spiraling bladed bone structure only showing bits of him. The face and blue eyes mostly exposed behind them. Glowing blue on the black behind them as he waited. Patience holding out for now as this technique also didn't consume a great deal of chakra to maintain.

"At this point it would be wise to consider something other than melee combat as an option. Ninjutsu for instance would allow you to attack at a range. Perhaps damaging this jutsu enough to break through. As it stands now attacking in melee against an opponent with more flexibility and range as well as blades would be considered suicide."

It was a quick moment where he assumed he was even able to do anything especially in his current state. He tried his best but in the end he was met with resistance, something that didn’t surprise him at all. Closing the gap and losing his weapon it seemed it was his limit with his body fresh out of slumber it was only a short time till he would understand his limits for himself. Quick was the blow to send him back as the shinobi was sent back from where he came nearly topping over as he fought to regain his balance while landing upon the manor floor once more the look of disgust and disappointment on his face. Only the words of the male echoed through the room and bounced into his mind each breath he took. He felt the fatigue begin to set in even if this was training such movements on his limbs would obviously reveal their current state. Each without use and each almost forgetting their purpose with this in mind he could only look at the mist covered floor pondering each thought in his head as well as the words from his current senior. The very thought of him not being able to even do anything always pushed him into a corner but he was not some animal he could only take what he learned from this short attempt that he needed to get back to his routines. With the possibility of him actually advancing even the practice of ninjutsu but it would be on his own time receiving help was the reason he came to this manor. Each thought of what occurred and what was said replayed in his mind as the thought of it all only continued to make sense this limit of his was of his own making a prison he constructed himself.

For a brief moment he realized the only one with the key to actually unlock and free himself was always within him but he had to be sure he was ready for the very thought of losing to the beast without gaining any amount of ground. Only meant he was wasting both of their time taking his time he remained tall and proud for what he attempted maybe in a way it was suicide to kill his old habits of being punished and cornered. Now it seemed a choice was to be made to rebuild himself and become stronger or remain where he had nothing to show for but only heart and determination that would mean less and less to the other shinobi from around the world if he ever came into combat beyond the village. The mere thought of death, especially being far from comrades and his new home did make him think about the outcome and eventually put a grin upon his face. Gazing up from the mist he locked eyes with the male no more cloudy visions of disgust or self hate but something different maybe it was hope or inspiration that sparked from within but in response to the words he bowed halfway to the male.

Giving up on the battle and paying the respect that is needed was indeed a great time for him to be alive but the more he breathed the more he felt the outcome of this little training session. Rising up he looked down once more at the headband watching it dangle around his neck he raised it clearly for the male to see the insignia. Such a burden of hope passed down from one amazing kunoichi the pressure felt from a shinobi under her wing as the will from the blade passed down from his father. It was all heavy but he did not have a choice but to be strong till the very end of his days and surpass whatever thoughts lingered in their minds. Such a burden felt heavy but it was worth it to push himself past his limits. Pointing at his sword that he had thrown earlier he began to make his way for it breathing slowly as he allowed the pain to set in on his body with each step he could only chuckle to himself. Before coming to a stop and bending down to pick up his weapon and placing it back on his side to where it should have remained. Turning his body towards his senior once more the smile faded away for a brief second as he headed out slowly from where he came he only had one thought on his mind as he placed both palms on the door to open using the last of his strength barley even leaving a large enough crack for his body to fit through. He turned facing the male with a tiny grin upon his face.

“I’ll be back for our next training session.. Thank you for the time and advice but it seems at my current state I am dull next time we train. I'll be sharper than you’ve ever seen hold me to my words if not you can take my hand.. Be well Senpai..”

Sero would watch the young man seem to take it all in calmly. He wasn't rushing the defense and ignoring him. However he would quickly appear to have lost interest in training. As if Sero had excused him from his hall. After all those bold claims he was simply going to thank him and leave? Preposterous. He was such a simple and honest young man that it caught Sero by surprise for a moment. How could he charge in and issue a challenge...taunt Sero in his own home and then simply walk away? Was Sero not enough for him? Was it not enough to be driven into a corner and away from the comfort zone one felt with the sword? Sero would tilt his head as his black eyes would stare in dismay at this blatant change in attitude. Sero would twitch his fingers before his tail would unwravel and shoot out their full length. Slamming forward as it split the mist on the ground and slammed into the doors just as they opened. Slamming them closed with such a loud slamming sound that it echoed across the chamber. They had only just begun. Blitz would not be allowed to simply leave just yet.

"We are not finished here yet. You have neither reached nor surpassed your limits. It is time to impress me Blitz...Impress me or suffer until you do."

The tail would lift back in the air and hover back over Sero like a scorpions tail. It's blades rattling like a snake warning off predators that it was dangerous. The bone plates clattering against each other as if it were shivering. Sero himself still kept his hands tucked into his sleeves as he stood now. Just in front of his throne where he had begun when he approached. He did not seem strained or frightened but rather a cold calm settling in. The temperature of the room having been dropping since the moment Blitz had entered now would show a slight steam rising off of Sero in tendrils as his katon chakra kept him at a comfortable liquid temperature. Still their breath would become evident. The young man had power even if he hadn't tapped into it yet. It was time to do so or feel pain. Pain was a powerful motivator after all and those med nin could undo any damage Sero would do at this level if it came to that.

"I am going to strike at you now Blitz. But this bone is just chakra reinforced material. When put into the ranking system this is a B rank jutsu. It can do serious damage but nothing you shouldn't be able to match at this point. Counter my jutsu with your own and utilize any opening it provides. If you do not. I will cut your flesh starting now."

With that Sero would remain neutral for a moment longer. Letting those words sink in before that rattling tail would suddenly stop producing noise. It went still and silent for a moment before it struck out at C rank speed straight at Blitz. Aiming to go center mass and cut into him with its multiple bone blades along its length. It had fifteen meters to reach him at C rank speed giving him mere moments to react.

The fact that the doors slammed upon him was a clear answer from the man behind him. The words were indeed an added bonus of confidence; he wanted to see more from the boy but the kid had nothing to produce. Simply copying hand signs needed more than a guess or an attempt to conceive something from nothing was a skill he never tried before at least without training with the way he sounded it seemed he wouldn’t have a choice but to try his best. Let it be pain or whatever else awaited for him as the training continued he could only grin to himself as a response. Breathing calmly for a split second it seemed he was going to run his body into the grave until he could properly reach his limit such a chore but it was all for the greater good it was for the greater good afterall. Looking above his shoulder at the bone like monster it was already on the move coming down upon him which caused him to only retaliate in quick haste leaping and rolling on the ground to gain more distance from where he previously stood. Watching closely as the bones seemed ready to tear through their prey it finally seemed the world was giving him what he wanted looking over his shoulder he could only see the reflection of his face. Staring him eye to eye as if it wanted a chance against the male across from him but he knew giving in to whatever personality that would be would simply hinder him in his training this was his time to stride forward for himself. Placing his hand upon his side it was time to get serious quickly unsheathing his sword as he swung it down calmly with nothing but a smile upon his face it was clear today pain would be his friend. Lifting his sword in position he was ready for the learning to be passed down one way or another; he intended to carve his own path with his own face, not the others.

“Please calm down.. I have this..”

Gazing over his shoulder once more he was now greeted with a smile that soon faded away only leaving the clear visual of the manor decor behind him. With all this in mind the pressure of the room itself slowly began to set in. Finally the warmth was indeed a different feeling, something he neglected but fighting such a beast. Only made his palms sweat and slowly expand the smile on his face from cheek to cheek. This was a little pressure compared to what he would truly face in the future. In all honesty he did not know how to start with the room temperature changing. It was clear he was kept at his limit with distance and time. Results were going to either make or break him in this instant but yet this is what he had to climb to jump over the gap he was missing and lacking. Moving meant exhausted energy but also not moving meant the onslaught from a distance gazing over his shoulders he could only see chairs which remained motionless as the mist devoured the floor. His opponent remained far and the bone-like weapon awaited him to make a move with such length to cover the tracks indeed he was in a tight spot but his smile did not die his palms continued to sweat as his grip remained relaxed on the handle. It seemed best to play the bait and watch how his opponent moved rather than exhaust any more of his body which would push him further down the rabbit hole rare for him. Gazing around for a mere moment the training was in his favor like always distance and jutsu, something the man never took time to plan out watching and waiting he could only think about what he could actually do. Yet he never actually attempted ninjutsu, such a thing he thought required more training than just a sword. Such pressure upon him made him even wonder if he could fly before his wings were clipped.

“Jutsu.. Senpai I guess you’re going to have to apply more pressure on me to attempt such a thing for I am just a sword with no knowledge.. The blame goes on me but I am ready for the challenge.”

Blitz would evade the next attack but actually draw his sword. This was a good step in the right direction. If he was drawing his weapon he understood the danger of the training. How even with his blade out he was at a disadvantage. The truth was both of them were genin technically. In service to the same queen. The queen of endless winter. Her castle more majestic than his own by far but just as empty. Sayuri stood at the pinnacle of what many wished to be within society and powerwise as well. If anything she appeared almost to be invincible. Though Sero had known her before the madness. Before the inflictions on her mind had changed her. A kind girl in the woods with an ice chip for him. She had changed upon knowing him but he served her still for that act of kindness and the bond of friendship. Blitz served her for his own reasons Sero was certain. Still he had not pushed beyond the sword. He could certainly empower it if he pushed himself and possibly break Seros jutsu...but he was insisting on being pushed further. This idle combat was not enough to reach such heights.

"Very well Blitz. Do not allow yourself to succumb to death here. Fight beyond your limits and reach me."

If he needed more than more he would have. It was a little heavier on the chakra but nothing Sero would struggle with to maintain two techniques at once. Beneath his sleeves he would form a series of hand seals at B rank coordination. Dragon, Dog, Snake, Rat, Rabbit. This one he did not empower in case the battle dragged on. However he would move his hands to form a triangle in front of himself. With Blitz in the center of the triangle. With that he would lower down and place his hands in the mist. For a moment the room would rumble. Suddenly from the floor beneath the mist a bone serpent would erupt. Five meters in length and covered in one foot long bades. The Snake would seem to turn its attention entirely to Blitz before charging him at C rank speed. Attempting to encircle him and cut him. Simultaneously the fifteen meter long bone tail would strike out. Attempting to slam down at Blitz like a scorpion once more.

Two Jutsu targeting Blitz at C rank speed. Enduring Kaguya bone covered in blades moving in conjunction. It would be difficult for some skilled enemies to maintain a defense against it. If either landed a strike it would mean a gash or even a deep wound. However Sero remained where he stood and calmly observed. His black and glowing blue eyes would observe his training opponent. Watching for signs of danger and preparing to defend. After all this was nowhere near the full capabilities of his jutsu. If he wished to he could cut through this castle or fill it to the brim with fire or water. Still he was restraining himself despite the urges of the Bijuu within himself. He was in control always. His rage...his cold demeanor all pushed deep within and only that monstrous aura of death filling the room with the two of them. The tail and the serpent going after Blitz relentlessly. Soon though it would shift. Allowing him to be comfortable with predictable movements. The snake continued to pursue him in the most direct path it could as Sero didn't control it after it was released beyond maintaining it. However the tail would shift its movements. Cutting off his escape a second after the snake would attack. Attempting to catch him mid dodge with a heavy and dangerous blow. He would need to counter it with a jutsu of his own or risk taking major damage.

3 jutsu in use:

From the air and the ground he was being attacked it happened in a few moments from fighting one bone tail that seemed to wander around the ground as the other came from above such a situation. The male was coming in for such moves with no hesitation. It only seemed fit for the boy to watch only things that he was actually able to do. The movements of these weapons were unknown to him but all didn’t seem right one came forward as the other waited, one looked for the opening, the other waited and watched for its time to strike. It was clear he was the hunted in this situation fighting for whatever ground he had left there was no way he could dodge two in one. With this in mind he could only listen to his body as he charged forward without fear, clashing his blade against the first bone like beast to make its way directly to him using his sword as cushion to soften the impact. Pushing his body upwards in the air, removing himself from the ground below for a mere moment, it only lasted as he allowed himself to breathe for a mere moment. He could only see the mist that covered the ground but from above the bone weapons themselves were easily spotted, something that wouldn’t last long once he touched the surface of the manor once more. Managing to escape the situation below him was only a fluke at best as he came back down landing upon one of the empty chairs that he was introduced to earlier. There was only a matter of time before he would meet one of these bones with his body producing blood, sweat and maybe something more jumping off the chair he began to sigh. Using his body in such a way only meant this would be over but rather too soon he had nothing up his sleeve gazing around once more around the shrouded mist it seemed he luck could not be questioned making his way to escape quickly. With no abilities only meant that soon he would be cornered or his body would pay the price he was looking for since the start the pressure almost put a smile on his face once more.

“.....”

Raising his blade once more it only made sense for him to try his best as he pushed in for his own counter attack quickly kicking out one leg of the chair he just stood on picking it up giving it a quick throw. Aiming for the user in the back his movements afterwards were to follow the projectile he released in hopes to cut the distance as he followed the path he made for himself all was temporary but he could only try. With nothing else under his belt it would be a shame if he didn’t try the very least he could to bring honor to what he was doing and leave it all on the field. He had no hope of anything going his way it was just like the other said it was a suicide mission to even try such a thing but what was the point of remaining still and getting destroyed from each side. A lot of questions to be answered but his body could only move and press forward the danger grew larger and broader he could only chuckle to himself the closer the gap became too narrow. In reality he probably wasn’t even moving that fast but in his mind he could only brace himself for the worse and that was coming be it from the man in front of him or the bones from behind. He was in a pinch with the way he placed himself. He knew the outcome: only one would walk away. All he could do was muster the heart and the will power to continue with his plan till he couldn’t stand at all or possibly pass out from the loss of blood; this was all he could offer in his stead. The attempt was simple: he charged forward behind the chair leg he threw attempting to open up the situation and give himself a fighting chance being between the male and his pets only meant he was willing to fight this sort of battle. Nothing but a fire in his eyes to show his dedication in a moment of muscle memory he pulled out the scabbard from his hip wielding it as if it was blade itself he could only prepare for the worse this was his answer if successful he would close the gap and answer to the male with attempted swings from both the sword and its case.

“Mmm..”

Blitz was agile but it almost seemed like he was barely managing to evade and block at this point. Left on the defensive like this he would eventually succumb to the blades. Sero could have increased the speed or even the size of the attack had he intended but he considered this to be the current limits of the boy. He wasn't using chakra at all it seemed. As if he simply meant to endure this until Seros chakra failed him. At this pace though time was on Seros side. His cold blue eyes watching the opponent land in one of the chairs. Breaking off its leg swiftly to utilize it as some sort of improvised throwing weapon. Keen to attempt to approach it from behind. As if Sero would be distracted so easily. There was no other effort behind it. With just a little more chakra usage the boy could have made illusion clones to mask his own approach or multiplied the size of the table leg into something massive equivalent to a pew instead of a table leg. It was interesting to wonder how little this one relied on his chakra. Sero had seen him create an ice sword before after all.

However this was simple to defend against. His tail would turn and wrap in a spiral around Sero before lashing out in rings away from Sero. Not only knocking away the table leg but if Blitz didn't immediately retreat or counter....pushing him back as well with likely a lesion or two. The rows of blades moving rapidly and in three rings at varying heights. This was a quick and easy physical defense for the tail. Designed to keep punishing any would be close range fighters thinking they saw opportunity against him. Simultaneously the bone snake would attempt to pursue him and wrap around him from behind. If he did retreat straight back it would be into the waiting embrace of the bone snakes bladed body. If he was pushed, second verse same as the first. A pincer attack he had placed himself in. Sero felt he was giving decent instructions to break his jutsu in order to overcome it...yet Burritsu was just...rushing in again.

Regardless of if Burrittsu managed to evade two things flanking him at the same speed as him attacking from multiple heights and directions simultaneously designed to work in conjunction. Sero would speak up once more. His voice calm as he continued to observe.

"The use of chakra is not a flaw. There are situations that one can be placed in that cannot be avoided easily or even at all. In such circumstances you need to be prepared to overcome and overpower. You have what is referred to as an advanced element. I have witnessed you utilizing it. Put more value in the rare power you have than a common sword at your side. Use what is already within you. Break through my jutsu."

It was all for nothing as he watched the wooden leg simply get repelled as for himself, he was met with a quick but powerful blow that sent him off the ground for a mere moment or two. A couple of new scars to match his will to fight not deep enough to cause serious injury but yet again this was training. He was sent back until he finally caught some grip upon the floor forcing himself to rebalance. Feeling upon his body he could feel the marks following a slight sting of pain something he had really forgotten was how serious this could get but for an odd reason he could do nothing but smile. Eyes remained locked upon the man in front of him as he was observing the battlefield it was clear he was once more trapped between his opponents jutsu even through all this the lesson was for him to break through. For someone who never saw a true reason to train such abilities but only to admire them from afar it only reminded him of the time he almost succumbed to death. The first time he felt the coldness of the world was when he was dying. The world at the time felt completely new to him, especially his body but he also recalled how he was clinging to life; it was only possible due to himself being there and his comrades of the past. Remaining alive at the time was only a true awakening to see the one who he wanted to truly be a better version of himself, someone less cheerful when under pressure. Gazing over his shoulder for a quick glance he could only feel the pressure that he thought about begin to overcome him.

It was cold indeed, something he only felt when he was on the verge of death. Glancing down upon his left shoulder he saw what indeed the hand was not hostile but rather generous, something he would not have expected but he did wish to grow. They crossed paths upon that night and were saved by his comrade's time made the details fuzzy, but he knew from that point on there was more than his own voice in his head always eating away at him. Forcing him to doubt himself but also come to a new sense that he could not just simply die a sad death like that ever again he wanted something in life but maybe it was time. His smile subsided and hid from his face standing on his own feet for a mere second before swaying to the side he remained motionless but only for a brief moment placing his hand upon his side he bowed. In silence, goodbye to the man across from him the pressure he felt on his shoulder was gone and once more it was the cold he felt.

“Blitz? Interesting. I will take Burittsu then.”

The head of Burittsu Yuki raised as he met the other across the way three layers of bones stood between himself and the actual shinobi. The battleground felt life like to him the thing he could only watch from within was now at his will. He now saw why the boy kept smiling. He even smiled himself a bit but that's all there was to it, no extended grin just a little smirk. Menacing and mischievous he had plans but he could only do it by growing stronger; that was indeed their shared ideology. Glancing down upon his hands he was wielding the boy's blade and the scabbard placing both these items in unison he sheathed the blade flipping it between his fingers then before stabbing into the mansion floor next to his feet. Introductions were not needed for this it was battle and so he began his true journey starting here clasping both his hands together he prayed. For the family the boy lost but also to place his mark on the world with the pain that needed to be felt his fingers started to bend and twist in three forms first Snake, Second Rat, and Last Dog with a fierce clap of his palms together.

“Burittsu Style: Absolute Zero Series: Winter's GRASP!”

Burittsu enjoyed the sense he was filling now; this was indeed a body well trained fit for combat, and it enjoyed every aspect of it even under this pressure Blitz never seemed to care it seemed it was all interesting. From underneath him it appeared as a flash of light for mere second changing his hair color to white then returning to blue he watched as a three hundred sixty-degree radius around him began to ignite in the cold quickly spreading up to twenty meters leaving a frostbitten chill in the air from underneath him, something that felt horrific to others but a delight to him. The cold clenched the bones around him, freezing them solid. Destroying all in its path as it headed towards the one that challenged a shinobi he had been following. One with a dangerous element about him, something he wished to see more of and something he would watch come out. Twenty meters he’d hoped he would reach, maybe the glimpse of true power could awaken more of himself in this new world.  It was something he could only dream of them doing together, something he wanted more out of this new life he would be living. He just felt it made him want more; he could only hope the grasp clenched that teacher the boy was fond of following. He felt the pressure alright but he just like Blitz made it here on his own paths and he would now follow up with a plan to make sure he would never be forgotten. He enjoyed the feelings of being alive again, placing his full attention towards the direction in front of him. It was time to challenge back and apply pressure as the challenger should. Once again that smirk upon his face returned, he only needed to fight the monster and he should grow stronger, ironically as he too was now the monster.

“Thank you for giving me this chance. Blitz.”

Spoiler:

Sero would see the blood splatter lightly across the ivory floors and his ivory tail. The defense had sent Burritsu back a few meters but hadn't dealt much damage. A good defense to have. However even as the young man would fly back he would seem to shift. The man smirked with confidence as if he had been holding back before this point. Speaking what seemed like nonsense before launching into action. He would begin to weave hand seals even as the bone snake came for him. Calling out the name of the jutsu even as he clapped his hands. His sword buried into the floor in its sheath...an impressive feat. Still the reaction from this jutsu was surprising. Sero had to launch himself backwards in reaction to it as it surged forward. Freezing the Mist along the ground solid so it looked frozen in time. No longer shifting but actually more like snow settled where it lay. The Bone snake swept up in it would shiver violently. Ice forming over its joints before it would shudder and collapse into pieces. His tail would also seem to be caught in the brunt of it partially even if Sero himself was fast enough to retreat to the other side of the room. It would twitch as Ice formed over sections of it. Parts of it also caught up in the frozen mist between them leaving Sero exposed.

However this was a fleeting second as the tail would shift and break off the ice. Moving a little slower now before encircling Sero once more. He would look at the dome of frozen space around Burritsu a moment before noting his own body producing more steam now as the rooms temperature was now a little below freezing. His own katon chakra keeping his body heated for the time being as he let his cold eyes take in the technique. It was impressive and held defensive capabilities as well as offensive if someone were so unfortunate as to be unable to evade its grasp. His tail would rattle lightly back and forth to wipe off any remaining ice as he glanced down at it. Some of the bone had begun to crack. If Burritsu attempted to use the same technique again...if he cut off escape routes from it Sero would have to counter with fire likely. Utilizing another element. Still there were some accomplishments made here.

"You forced me to retreat and destroyed one of my two jutsu. It wasn't enough to break through entirely but it made progress. Ninjutsu has just as many uses as your Kenjutsu."

He watched for a mere moment but all was answered around him was the frozen bones destroyed and muttered but one did remain but all was temporary the male responded by steaming. Unique, something Burittsu needed to see for himself as the bone made its way to its master it was time for himself to begin the fight pulling out the sheathed weapon embedded into the mansion floor. The room itself felt as if he was home all around him except for one spot in particular he could feel from the distance he stood; it was his only source of true power at the moment. True speed was needed well as much as he could anyway with this body but it wasn’t just his body he needed to master but it was also the will to push the boy’s will to be what needed the most. Gazing over it was heard from a distance a praise something that he himself noted but most likely it wasn’t meant for Burittsu in the slightest only one wasn’t good enough the boy needed to wake up to several more. Indeed this was a beast that stood in front of him steaming without moving. He could only think of a possibility this fight would grow out of reach but it was the fact he was standing in the light that proved he was trusted taking in a deep breath. It was his time to attack and leave a mark on the world unsheathing his blade Burittsu made his attack charging in straight forward at C-rank speed however midway through his run he attacked early, aiming and throwing it directly at steaming shinobi. Burittsu himself would bend down and clasp his hands once more while pushing his body into the air above man unlike earlier quickly and with confidence Burittsu performed the hand seals Snake, Rat, And Dog.


“Burittsu Style: Absolute Series: Winter’s Grasp!”

Around Burittsu once again the cold would react from him being the center of all its power expanding around him for about twenty meters it was like the male said effective. So he put his gamble in and played, wondering if the properties of the jutsu meant he could close the gap as such he was willing to learn and try. His body was above blocking what he could to stop any attempts of escape showering down from above while his blade was heading towards the male it was clear to see what was going to happen. For himself this was good practice in order to learn and understand this jutsu. The gap from earlier was slightly closed depending on how this would proceed. He had no doubt something amazing would occur in this situation but it was the necessary advantage to all this madness. So that they both can grow stronger as the jutsu was casted Burittsu could only see the expansion of the ice traveling and reaching out his view of the world at the moment. Interested he obviously never felt such a thrill but battle and the feeling of this heat coming from the shinobi he could only wait and see how this reaction would trigger him he could only embrace the outcome head on after all.

“.....”

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Sero would watch the young man. Always with the same move. Throw something and then charge in. This was the third time he had tried this to no avail. The tail would lash out once more and smash into the thrown weapon. Sending it spinning off into the corner of the room to stick into the wall up high. Difficult to reach easily at this point. However it appeared that Burritsu was not yet done. He would perform the same jutsu again as well. This time it would be enough to catch the tail in it and even as Sero moved up the wall and to the ceiling faster than it could reach him...it caught the tail that had whipped the sword in it. Causing it to go stiff before Sero released it and it crumbled. Sero himself would move up the chambers walls to avoid the rush of cold energy himself before ending on the ceiling directly above. His cold blue and black eyes taking Burritsu in a moment before he would glance at the frozen floor and throne. He was taking some liberties with his home it seemed. But that was fine. It was to teach him something after all.

"Three times you have thrown something preceded by a charge. Twice you have used that same technique against me and now I have determined a weakness to it. If you try to defend with it against this next jutsu..you too will see it."

Sero would idly form the snake sign with his hands hidden beneath the folds of his combined sleeves. From his chest it would seem like a portal had opened...having body transformation abilities meant he didn't have to use his mouth for many techniques. Instead from this swirling portal of water in his chest A huge spout of water would emerge and fall. From directly above Burritsu from thirty meters up a massive tidal wave would crash down. If he used the same technique it would freeze the water before it hit him certainly...but it would also leave him facing a giant ice block crashing down on him. Rushing at him with B rank speed and power and threatening to crush him. Perhaps this was a little bit much but it wouldn't kill the boy. It was simply the lowest rank of suiton jutsu he had that produced a large volume of water without soil. The water would crash down and smash in every direction. Wiping out the broken chairs and washing against the pillars. Foaming up where it rushed against the walls and doors. Filling the chamber like a pool.

"If your opponent can attack you from above..simply freezing the attack will do you little good. The weight of it still comes down naturally and you may have turned it into a more lethal version than it was previously. The more you utilize a technique or fighting practice against the same opponent the more readily they will see its vulnerabilities."

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Fast and efficient it had seemed the experience from watching him was nothing compared to an actual battle with the man on the other side of the water. Burittsu watched it pour out and about coming down with the help of gravity made it even more of a threat without his blade it seemed it was best for him to run. To where he had no clue but it was necessary for him to move at least from underneath the water with the speed it was coming out of it was far faster than anticipated catching Burittsu from behind sweeping him off his feet. Now submerged underneath the water with the furniture of the mansion it all made him wonder what awaited him the more the boy continued on the path of the shinobi. For a moment he floated without movement until kicking his legs slowly propelling himself upwards to the surface calmly but fast enough to get himself back on a somewhat battlefield. On top of the surface the manor was now filling up like a bottle, the water violently crashing against the insides of the building. It was indeed interesting to watch but it all meant nothing to him if he couldn’t learn from this current lesson placing his hand upon the surface of the water he pulled himself out slowly. Catching his breath at the same time he was now in a new chaotic environment the inside was now a large body of water as he could even see some pressure applied to the windows cracking some and blowing through others perhaps. Cracking his neck as his body balanced out on the surface of the water he stood there stretching his limbs and checking his joints. He was under the impression the water was meant to take him out but the speed itself was enough to send him away from the male once more the distance was increased.

"......"

He was silent and calm, nothing else was bothering him and it all was apparent after taking such a rush of water with no protection he could only think of how to brace for such an oncoming attack once more. Watching around for a mere moment as the furniture from the room started to float around the water underneath his feet, his wet hair stuck to the side of his face and neck it all seemed a bit chaotic in the room. Gazing at the water and the room it seemed best for him to remain in a place where he could himself see that battlefield and his opponent for now he was at this disadvantage the field changed. Thinking about the amount he could produce to cover a field like this he needed more training but for now all he could do was be a bystander to the madness that was going to unfold. Without his blade he now was the only thing that stood between him and victory if that was even possible but seemed once more he was at step one of the master plan. Cracking his fingers he remained out in the open. This mansion was the enemies there was no point in hiding especially in such conditions if he was going to lose this battle he’d at least try once more. With the current body to produce such raw power to match this current level would be nothing but a mere barrier, another obstacle in their way it had seemed for the best this training was something to be needed.

“....”

Sero would push out the powerful jutsu as it pressed up against the solid bone walls. The double doors holding but barely as water rushed from its seems. A slow drain that would leave this water standing for a short while. (2 rounds of post). Once the dome had been partially filled with water Sero would drop down into the water in pure silence as he bonded with it the moment he touched it. Barely a ripple rising from his passing. It was time to utilize his domain. The water primarily belonged to two clans. The Hoshigaki holding their own in that territory. The oceans their playground as they moved through water like one may the skies. However the Hoshigaki were not alone in that dominance of the seas. Even they knew to fear the Hozuki in the water. Where the Hoshigaki dominated in the water...the Hozuki were the water. A dangerous and hard to detect foe. Even as Burritsu rose and stood dripping wet Sero was no where to be seen. It was wise to get onto the surface using supernatural walking practice. However this domain had just begun. A single hand taking form deep in the water. Single hand seals used to form Seal of Confrontation.

The room would fill with a thick mist. Concealing vision as it used the water from the previous technique. A low growl would fill the room as the mist filled it as well. Darkening the surface of the water till it reflected the mist back. Now Blitz would be standing in a new world from the throne room a moment ago. Almost as if he stood in a world of endlessness. No ceiling or walls and the reflected room beneath you. Just white mist in every direction. With that sensation of the beast in the room. Just out of sight. Hunting....Hungry. Stalking Burritsu now as one may in their world. The soaked boy endangering himself if he tried to expel that freezing technique again. Likely freezing himself solid. His sword laying at the bottom of this pool somewhere and a predator circling him below. In truth Sero had centered his liquid self underneath where Burritsu stood. His arms forming underneath the reflected water. Forming hand seals as the room fell silent. Snake > Ox and then surging upwards as he broke the surface of the water. His hand reaching out to grasp for Burritsu's foot. If he touched Burritsu it would lock him into water prison technique.

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