Meeting the Daimyo [Private]

After finally gaining the third tomoe of his sharingan, Oboro coincidentally got a message from the Daimyo, requesting his presence. At first he seemed skeptical, assuming he would be scolded for killing someone. Though, he considered the Daimyo's own motive and decided he was more likely to hire Oboro than to assault him. He brushed his hair out of his face, realizing it was still coated in blood. He would need to bathe before meeting the Daimyo. He stripped and entered his showers to tidy himself up. As he exited, he dressed himself in his baggy white pants and decided to wear his black tunic. He painted a star and diamond on opposite sides of his cheek before grinning devilishly in the mirror. He would now make his way back to the village which was only a few kilometers away.

Upon his arrival at the gates, he simply flashed the headband on his arm, allowing him access. The same type of guards waited outside, though they allowed Oboro to pass upon his arrival. 'Surely this man isn't aware that I'm an Uchiha.' He thought to himself. He's taken all necessary precautions to hide his clan. He never used sharingan in public. He even wore contacts just in case he slipped up. No, this had to be for some other reason. He arrived at the leaders office and simply knocked twice before stepping in.

Zanji sat back in his new basket chair he  had just gotten installed.  It had a black metallic frame and a red plush  pillow stuffed with goose feathers and was able to easily rotate 360 degrees. Ahh it was good being daimyo so he thought he would splurge a little of his own money and redecorate the office. He had installed brand new mahogany wood plank flooring as well as a new coat of paint to the office. He sat and spun his chair around and faced the window behind him and looked out at the village. It was all his now well nearly all his. It belonged to his people more than anything and he respected that he was not a greedy man in fact he was a man of some generosity. The sun shone brightly  lighting up his office  through the window panes.

Things were going to change within the sound village oh yes a great many thing were to change. The sound was going to take a new step in how it ran. He was going to dedicate a good amount of the villages resources for research and development. He wanted his village to be strong and to do that they would need jutsu's very powerful ones to keep any enemies at bay. He slowly licked his lips at the process of new jutsu and experimentation. It was almost enough to make him giddy. But no he would keep himself calm and composed.  He had out on his desk a personnel file on oboro a very interesting shinboi. He was a very promising shinobi in fact so promising Zanji requested a meeting with him. He heard a knock at his door and before he could give permission to enter the man walked in.  He watched oboro through the reflection keeping his chair pointed away adding a little bit of dramatic flair. He wad going to put on a little act as to why he had summoned oboro to his office. His voice was stern yet there was a touch of tenderness and kindness "Do you know why i have summoned you here before me Oboro?"

The ninja entered the room, observing the surroundings. It seemed relatively dark in the room, as if it was secluded from the world. He expected no less from the leader of his village. Though, he couldn't help but gaze around the room. The floor looked rather fresh or new, a darker wood than many other buildings in the village. While the room itself was relatively impressive, Oboro was not amused by the endeavor. "I've absolutely no clue Daimyo. Why exactly have you summoned me to this fancy little office?" He spoke with a confident grin on his face, eyes slanted with content. His red locks fell to his forehead, draping a shadow over his sickly yellow eyes. He preferred the distant look.

He leaned against a wall, legs crossed and shoulder as support. He gave off a leisurely appearance, obviously not seeming eager. While asking his question he played with his fingernails, showing a bit of boredom before making eye contact to show his focus. He awaited an answer from the Daimyo before speaking again.

With his sly mouth shut with a grin, he made slight observations of the man before him. He too had red hair, though more of a pinkish variation. He too wore a tunic, though his was much less flashy than Oboro's own. His hair was considerably longer as well, and eyes much more human. You could say he was a bit of a pretty boy. He looked like one who would use a rose as a weapon.

Zanji folded his hands across his face. His right eye remaining firmly closed as He sighed and shook his head in a disappointed manner. He would keep up his ruse of Oboro being in trouble. His demeanor was of anger and disappointment as he remained seated in his chair. He cracked his knuckles one after another almost in a impatient and irritable manner. He clicked his tongue behind his teeth once and slowly pulled himself up from his chair. He remained facing the window and closed his left eye and let out another sigh, he slowly placed his hands behind his back and cupped his right wrist in his left hand.

He slowly opened his left eye and kept his eyebrows narrowed as if in anger. He slowly turned around and stared at the man with the crimson hair leaniong against his just dryed painted wall. "Don't lean against teh wall first of all it was just painted and only finished drying takea seat." He pointed to the wooden chair that was about a foot away from the desk. He slowly paced his desk like a predator stalking his prey when he stopped and bent his head down his long hair dangling down his front obscuring his face from view. His demeanor changed quickly and a smile grew on his face very quickly as he lifted his head up he smiled happily. "Congratulations oboro you have have been promoted to the anbu, I have seen much talent in you you have vast potential as a shinobi and that is one of the talents i look for in my anbu again i say congradulations."

A promotion? While he was that he was in no immediate trouble from the Daimyo, he did not expect commendation for his previous actions. There was a good chance that the village leader was still unaware of his murderous ways. Or perhaps he was promoted for the very same killer instinct. Many thoughts rushed through his head, all rushing around why this man wanted him as a member of the Anbu Black Ops. Was he really considered one of the strongest ninja in the village? Did that mean the village was weak, or that he was strong? Why was he reading so much into this job promotion, he was obviously powerful even without his sharingan. Though this was indeed food for thought.

Following the Daimyo commands, he stopped leaning on the wall. He paced the floor with one hand on his chin. He had multiple options here, the biggest three being: Accept the Jo, decline the job, and attack the Daimyo. Surely someone with the title of strongest ninja in the village would be strong, though if he attacked him it could easily cost him his own life so that choice was simply out of the question for obvious reasons. He weighed the other two options in his head. Should he become Anbu, he would be required to constantly monitor the Daimyo, hindering his ability to search for his own goals, including finding the Akatsuki. While he wouldn't always be on duty, a lot of his time would be consumed simply with the word 'yes'. Though he could quit any time he needed. And Anbu Black Ops were generally given top secret information. Decisions to make indeed.

After a few more moments of consideration, he finally responded simply with: "Okay, what shall I be doing then?"

Zanji folded his arms across his chest as he awaited Oboro"s answer. It was a big step joining the anbu. Most defiantly not one to be taken lightly he had serious expectations. He wanted to personally gauge this shinobi's capabilities first hand. So he could confirm if he truly had Darkness in his heart. To be a anbu would mean they would undertake serious missions such as assassination, and infiltration. those that could not hack it normally crack under the strain and are dealt with discreetly. He only knew this man a few moments but could tell there was something sinister about him something dark and dangerous was within this man.

He wanted to peek at it and see just how nasty it could be. His toes curled slowly as the thought of a fight well fight would be the wrong word more like a sparing match. He watched as the man stopped leaning against the wall as instructed quickly, a good sign he was capable of taking orders and carrying them out. His lip curled into a half smile on the right side of his face as he blinked once as he looked at the serpent yellow eyes. Oh such wondrous eyes such elegance oh how he would love to have those kinds of eyes but alas he would stick with his green eye in his left eye and he just adored his right eye. He had so missed it's power and to be able to finally see perfectly out of both eyes no more depth perception issues. He gently parted a few stray hair strands from his face keeping his cheerful composure as he finally gave his answer to his wondrous news he had bestowed upon the man.

He was glad he accepted the promotion with some hesitation , the man was smart to think over his options after all things were going to become a lot more interesting in the sound village now that he was in charge. He cracked his neck loudly to the sides the cartilage cracking loudly echoing in the room slightly. "That is excellent news to hear that you will be joining the anbu, however there is a small catch i wish to gauge your abilities firsthand." At the mention of measuring his potential and strength zanji slowly licked his lips and pulled his tongue back inside his mouth. "We shall have a little sparing match on the roof, And do not hold back i want to see All of your power you can muster, the object of the test is to separate this bell from me." Zanji opened his desk drawer and pulled out a red string bell and it jingled lightly. he smiled and tied it around his right hip and walked slowly towards the door out of his office. "Follow me young anbu." He moved slowly and quietly the bell barely clanging as he moved up a series of steps as he went down the hall from his office. after ascending two flights of sitars he arrived at the door to the roof and pointed at the other end. "You will take your position there and then begin, and please try not to destroy the roof very expensive rebuilding."

It seemed that on his arrival, the Daimyo was planning to fight him the whole time. Though an Uzumaki versus an Uchiha was a bit of a legend in the ninja world. Without using his Sharingan, he wouldn't leave much of an impression on the Daimyo. At this moment he debated on declining this fight. He needed to trust his Daimyo, though he did not want to be back stabbed. The Ninja of Otogakure weren't exactly known for being the most loyal bunch. The power of a sharingan was sure to increase his power and village standings. Also, withholding this information could be seen as a bit treasonous. He would have to trust his boss not to screw him over. He propelled his feet from under him and forward, allowing his body to follow behind them. The floor had no ominous creak, only a smooth path out of the door and towards a flight of stairs. This building was surely nice: smoothly painted walls, polished wood. It almost looked brand new. He would attempt to preserve that during his fight. Hopefully this building would remain intact. He lead the way up the dark stairs, trusting his instinct up the way. As he opened the wooden door at the top, sunshine poured in, almost blinding him. He emerged through the hazardous rays to stand atop the building.

Looking to the side, he could see his home. In the opposite direction, his past home still remained. The memories of slaughtering his own kin flooded his mind, causing his mouth to drool beyond control. The blood of an Uchiha, how he thirsted for another sip. Perhaps as an Anbu, he would run across some strong Uchiha enemies. Until his Daimyo arrived, he would wait and fantasize of their smell and taste. His skin tingled with joy at the thought of their life swished between his teeth as a connoisuer sips a fine wine. He supposed he was somewhat of an expert on the taste at this point, so sweet yet so bitter simultaneously. And they contained just the right amount of iron as well. His jaw tightened up; he was forced to massage it to calm himself down. He needed to focus on the upcoming task, protecting the scum of this village. Or the more immediate task, fighting the man who rules them. As a minor village, it was clear that Oto was weak..

Zanji remained focused and quiet as oboro followed behind him. The walk was not long but the company was rather silent. Unlike most daimyo he enjoyedend his shinobi speak with him. He believed in good old fashioned free will. After all any negative actions you take will be your own choice so if shit goes south its all on you. He smiled as he walked slolwyslowly towards the roofs edge his arms behind his back a gentle greeze making his white robe flap in the breeeze. He let out a content sigh as he elookedlooked towards the village he could see some dots of people making there way along the village road. He smiled widely as he quickly turned and and faced oboro his right eye remaining firmly shut.

He toar off the white robe and let the wind carry it as it wrapped around a duct. He reached into his back pocket and put on his headband and tied it around his forehead. He believed when two people from the same village should wear there headbands when fighting it showed a sigh of respect and equality. He gave a polite bow to oboro and placed his right leg out infront of him and his left leg in the back bent slightly. He took a calming breath and smirked at oboro "The first move is yours good sir." The red string bell hanging limply on the right hand side of his waist belt loop.Perhaps he was being a bit cocky as he held his ground keeping his right eye shut he had no need to use his implanted eye for now he was going to test the new an bus limits.

His Daimyo seemed like quite the cocky one. The two walked up in pure silence and upon their arrival, he only offered Oboro the first move. There was a great chance his Daimyo has developed skills that Oboro himself had never even heard of. It was a good thing Oboro liked pushing his luck. Against someone at Kage rank, Oboro would have to be as safe as possible, he would need to create his own armor. He began performing hand signs, though he only needed two per Jutsu. He performed his Bungee Gomu technique twice, though he rapped his arms and torso in the sticky substance. While doing this technique, he ran backwards as to avoid any close range attacks due to vulnerability. He welcomed any ranged attacks, as there was a good chance that he could dodge them with or without sharingan.

His oppopent kept one eye closed. This crazy old coot obviously had a transplant. Even if he had Byakugan, his transplant would be no match for a sharingan with triple tomoe. Though, Oboro was sure his opponent had more aces up his sleeves. Hopefully he was a taijutsu expert, the Bungee Gomu would keep him safe from any melee attacks. He simply performed his technique twice and waited for his opponent to move. His gum would keep him safe for a few moments. Until then, he hoped his stall would work.

(OOC: Short post ik)

Bungee Gomu:

Chakra left: 242.5 (Bungee Gomu x2)

Zanji remained calm and composed as he stayed in his stance. He cracked his neck to the sides he licked his lips slowly as he watched oboro make two hand seals. Not many jutsu that he knew of only used two hand seals what was he up to.  His left eye widened as he watched a mysterious pruple substance wrap around oboro's arms and upper torso. His smirk widened as his curiosity was peaked about that jutsu. " what a unusual jutsu you have there Oboro, i look forward to learning how it works." He chuckled as he bent his arms out in front of him after he made a few hand sels. He kept his hands pointed straight as if they were blades.

He funneled his chakra into his hands  as they erupted into a a bright blue aura. "lets see how it holds up against this." He smirked and began to sidestep to the left. His his hands out in front of him guarding him as he then dashed towards Oboro. He his eyebrows furrowed as he quickly changed his personality from his happy go lucky kind self to a focused fighter. He would reached Oboro in no time and he made a vertical slash along the muscle tendon of his upper shoulder on his left side.  But oh no this was a feint as he would quickly pull back as his opponent would surely try to guard against it and he would slash  with his right hand across Oboro's purple covered hand aiming for his muscle tendons along his back of his hand.

Jutsu Used:

It seemed that he was the only one with a plan in this fight. Either that or his Daimyo was simply toying with him to further evaluate his own abilities. However making simple conversation about technique wasn't something Oboro commonly found himself doing. He preferred to allow his body do majority of his talking in most situations. However, at that same moment, the leader of sound formed what seemed to be Chakra scalpels. As predicted, the medical ninja would be using Chakra blades. Oboro could not allow him to slice his gum, its use would be wasted.

As Zanji ran towards Oboro. It seemed as if they were around the same speed when it came to footwork. As Zanji rushed the Uchiha, more signs for bungee gum technique. With his mastery of Ninjutsu, his signs were made near instantly, allowing him to use his staple as often as he liked. With his gun loaded he would not stand still. As his Daimyo lunged toward his shoulder to slice a tendon, Oboro himself jumped into the air in what seemed to be a half flip, allowing him to lay flat in the air above his Daimyo. He pointed his finger gun and shot his Bungee Gomu at the Daimyo's back. With the strand in his right hand, he continued the flip, rolling on the ground, preparing to reel in his fish.

Jutsu Used: Bungee Gomu
Chakra Left: 238.25

Zanji smirked as his attacks were dodged. He had made a good choice in choosing this man as a anbu. They had realitivly the same level in skill among other similar traits. He watched as he dodged his first chakra scalpel assault and was mildly impressed as he did a half flip over the daimyo tand would land behind him. He smirked and quickly turned his head towardsoboro. His right eye openeing wide as he stared directly into oboros own eyes. He had won this battle he thought. He would place oboro inside a genjutsu of his own creation. Oboro would be inside the sound village yet the villages was dead quiet. Suddenly something hot would trickle down ontop of oboros head. drip after drip would land on him a lone haning hand over a balcony dripping blood onto his face.

Moans of pain would echo throught the genjutsu and people pleading for help. He would place himself among the cast of people injured. Inside the genjutsu he would stu,ble towards oboro a mortal wound to his liver. His side bleeding out profusely as he would fall and stumble face down into the ground blood oozing out from his eyes and mouth. hundreds of hands would pop out from the ground and drag the young uchiha benath it.The blood seemed to trail and soon began to spell out you the word failure into the ground. Back in the real world however he would quickly and precision strike at the the muscles surrounding his shoulders and hands and legs rendering him incapable of movement. Letting his body fall like a rag doll to the ground a smile on his face as he waited to see how the anbu would react as the genjutsu would end after the muscles had been cut.

jutsu used:

Being a master of Genjutsu, it wasn't very hard for the great Oboro Uchiha to realize that he was under a Genjutsu, though his opponent wouldn't realize this. From within his contact lenses, Oboro activated his sharingan, masked by a layer of yellow. He would pretend to be stuck in his opponents Genjutsu, shivering as if in terror. His acting skills were superior due to the tragedy he'd inflicted upon others. Seeing people make the same faces prepared him of mimicking them so. And now with Sharingan active and eye contact established between the two, he could counter with his own Genjutsu. However Zanji's sharingan would protect him from many so in terms, he would have to lay on as many as he could.

While still "under" the effects of the Genjutsu, Oboro formed his hands in the four hand seals needed, releasing a bright light into the air. Should his opponent see the light, Oboro would be able to chain into another Genjutsu. Due to his mastery of hand signs, these seals were almost instant, the flash used as a distraction. 

Jutsu Used:

Spoiler:

Chakra Used: 6.25
Chakra Left: 232

[Claims hit]

With his eyes closed as the flash from his Jutsu illuminated the area, Oboro had a limited time before those who had seen the light would recover from a stunned state. This included the Daimyo himself. His inability to defend himself was shameful. However, it gave the Uchiha the perfect opening that he needed. With his opponent blinded, he was relatively defenseless. Oboro formed the seals necessary for Bungee Gomu in less than half an instant and uses the other hand to rear back and shove his front and middle finger into the underparts of the Zanji's jaw. He struck beside the throat at a nerve in the jaw that was commonly used to render opponents unconscious. With his hand holding the Bungee Gomu, he would lash it around, allowing the Daimyo to be constrained by the sticky texture.

A man of such high stature was defenseless against a little flare. Oboro wondered if he should use his Genjutsu to keep Zanji under but quickly put that speculation off simply because of his possession of sharingan. The Daimyo would easily be able to break out of almost any that were thrown his way and doing so would be absolutely pointless. A direct knockout was Oboro's best chance at constraining him.

[Claims hit]

How distasteful. Oboro was somehow growing tired of fighting the strongest person in the village, what a shame. Now he would be forced to finish the job, though he didn't wish to kill his Kage. That would be an absolute waste of knowledge. Indeed, he would simply kidnap the Kage and extract all of the information he could possibly get from him. With this, perhaps he could learn a few new techniques, or even village secrets. Either way, this fight had already been won.

His index finger pinched the nerve under Zanji's chin, sending him into a temporary comatose. He had won so easily, such a shame. Now he would simply lug the body away after covering everything of the body in a dense layer of bungee gomu. He would not escape. The only spots left visible were the non-sharingan eye and a hole for breathing at the mouth. With the cocoon of a body, he drug it away by the strand left sticking out. This body was now his property.

Chakra:
Bungee Gomu x 4: -15
Chakra Left : 217

[Exit to new topic]