Koisuna, Fujimaro can be seen from the distance walking towards the gate of Konohagakure with his straw hat tilted over his eyes and face. His dark silver locks flew in the wind as he lifts his face upwards. A sharp glare is focused straight towards Sanshirama as he comes to a stop across from him.

"Sanshirama..."

He mutters as the eyes that focused on the male was that one of purpose... Murder.
A kind, straw-haired lad arrives a little bit after the ruffian had made his existence to be known. Arching a brow, the sandy-haired and kind lad opts to keep silent, unsure what that glare may be for. Unbeknownst to him, this was a -very- important person.

There's also a barrier that blocks entry, gates being shut right behind him and the Senju besides him.
A kind, straw-haired lad has activated a technique: Gofu Kekkai!
Red haired, yellow eyed male Hops down!
A mild mannered medic leaned against the scholar, reaching up to pass him his hat and dandilion back, a smile gracing her features.
A mild mannered medic whispers faintly.
Sanshirama had been standing patiently and keeping an eye on the wilderness for the time being, until his eyes were finally laid on the man who had came by adorning a straw hat. It's been a while since he's seen Fujimaro, recalling him from afar while he's raised an eyebrow.

 "What did you need, Fujimaro?", he calls from afar with his eyes on the current expression that came from his face a .. glare. The man had been aware of how things currently were with Sunagakure, and perhaps came here himself to seek answers regarding the death of his spouse.

 There was a hand raised towards his men.

 "Halt, let me hear what he's come forward to say and talk to me about."
The young alpinist OOCs: (dat text tho)
A kind, straw-haired lad thinks: This makes me feel uneasy.
Sanshirama OOCs: [ lit
The young alpinist pushes his hat up at hearing someone commotion closeby. He peeks over the wall and eventually pries from Amari, falling into a squat the ledge. He watches for the moment.
Red haired, yellow eyed male Raises an eyebrow to the newcomer. It seemed that Sanshirama had already met this guy before, But something about this man had a sort of dark feeling.
The young alpinist whispers faintly.
A mild mannered medic whispers faintly.
The young alpinist whispers faintly.
Koisuna, Fujimaro doesn't move at all.. His eyes don't move from the one target he came here for.. The one person he had given information to and offered to help.. A man he fought side by side before.. Now a person he absolutely hates. Iron sand begins pouring out from his sleeves as it begins to form and manifest around him in the form of a cloak. The sun was down and only the moon loomed over the two men.. One of them destined to die.

"You know why I am here, Sanshi... " He says straightforwards as iron sand slams into whatever barrier was there infront of him. "To avenge my wife."
A mild mannered medic whispers faintly.
The young alpinist whispers faintly.
Red haired, yellow eyed male Jumps back, Startled and confused as this is the first he has ever witnessed chakra being used this way. He didn't know what this weird black substance was, But he knew whatever it could be it was dangerous non the less. Kamahashi would start taking out a single scroll, But he hesitated as Yashiro's barrier was a force to be reckoned with.
A kind, straw-haired lad takes a moment to taken in the information, and mould it inside his brain for what it was. A wife? Recent death. It quickly clicks, surprise and worry being the emotions one can clearly see upon the scroll-donning man's features. A hand raises, palm pointed towards Fujimaro.
"Wait! It's not him you should be directing your hate towards!" he exclaims, taking a step forward. A bold one, in fact.

"I was the one who suggested Eliza to be brought to Konoha.." his head lowers for a moment, eyes half-lidded. "It's only because of me that she's passed on..." a heavy sigh, one that's dreary. He looks up, straight at the iron sand manipulator. Yashiro stands, right infront of the Hokage, eyes spreading wide.

"Vengeance doesn't solve anything.. I already know the answer to that. If you truly want to exact it though.. take my life, not his. The Hokage had nothing to do with this." eyebrows furrow lightly, a guardian's resolve being shown. And it doesn't seem to be only for Sanshirama, but for something greater...

                A belief. A conviction.
The young alpinist leapt off the wall. He skids down the black boughs of old oak crispened from recent rainfall and slowly winds down to the floor with a smooth chipping of bark and a crunch of wood underfoot. He looks over, between Yashiro and the others, though most importantly the Fujimaro, fixed on what that deadly sand could do, "Nobody's life has to be taken because of errant feelings and vengeance." he states calmly, but already makes preparations to fight. He didn't think he could stop this, but all the same he'd try.
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [arms spreading wide*
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [mb
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
Handsome adult slowly began to stretch and walk foward  a couple of steps.  He didn't say a word as he was had no right to do such.
A calm, tall man sort of woke up to... talk about taking lives? He chimed in, driving his wheelchair forward a bit.
Sanshirama appreciated the fact that one of his men had decided to be quick to his own rescue, however he was a man that had been through a great deal of tough trials. While Yashiro has placed the blame on himself due to what has occured, the Senju's eyes were on Fujimaro.

Not needing one of his own men to step up and simply take the blame for the actions that he's performed, it was all through his hands and he's spoken of it to before that he planned on performing all the dirt actions himself should they be needed. There was apparent annoyance, not recalling scene where he's had to be the one that was protected.

 "That's enough, this can be a duel between us two. I don't need you all to be stepping in for this fight, I want it to be just me and Fujimaro.", The man finishes saying while his arms were still crossed, expectant of a challenge - he however had wanted a battlefield, seeing that the man was far too angered to even have a conversation with him currently. He didn't mind getting down to business.

 "Choose where you want to have the battle."
Koisuna, Fujimaro stood there in his iron sand cloak as he stares forwards, peering pass the boy who stood infront of Sanshirama and towards the Senju himself. He didn't care about his call for a duel.. He didn't care about where they fought. Nothing but anger and sadness covered his thoughts and voided all other meanings he had right now.

"Right here. Right now." He says straightforwards, not wanting to waste anymore time in talking and straight to the part where he was brutally beating down on Sanshirama. His heart thumped even harder by the moment as he stares at the man who he thought caused the death of his wife.. The only woman he truely cared for.

How far would he go?
A calm, tall man wheeled himself back a bit. He rubbed at his forehead, noting the weakness in his arms that had come over him. He decided to stop and give his arms a rest.

Woo, this was a workout.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of B.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by B.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
A kind, straw-haired lad is pulled back, the vigilant Hokage himself opting to stand and face whatever fate he deserved. Victory, or defeat? Only time would tell.
Fixing himself up, Yashiro stares at the armored man's back, a million thoughts racing through his mind. Walking off to the side, with a frown being adressed towards Fujimaro. It hurts to even watch, the pain he's accidentally brought upon others unravelling right before his very eyes.

"..Very well, Sanshirama."
A calm, tall man OOCs: (Nado. B+ chakra?
A calm, tall man OOCs: (just curious
The young alpinist lets the Hokage to his own, since he wanted that. He could respect that and so he only hoped no damage would come of the surrounding battlefield.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A. Current: 5.17241%
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
Red haired, yellow eyed male Was a tad set back by all of this emotional drama. He didn't know the full story or why this was all happening but he could get a general sense of things. The lost of a loved one carries a heavy burden on ones heart, and this man seems to carry alot of hurt with him. Kamahashi knew very well he wasn't going to get involved instead he sat back and watched what was about to happen next. His guard wasn't let down for even a second, but he wasn't in attack mode either...besides what could he possibly do to someone of that calibur.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
A calm, tall man reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
A calm, tall man OOCs: (rip
A calm, tall man increases their chakra by Full.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
A kind, straw-haired lad reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
A kind, straw-haired lad increases their chakra by Full.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
Red haired, yellow eyed male thinks: I feel for this man....i can't judge him for what he's doing because i could see myself doing the exact same thing.
Sanshirama nods once towards his direction, while he had every right to be angry and he's expected such from his own actions there was no turning back now. While his Shinobi stood all alongside him, at this very spot he was going to have to unleash just what was his true capabilities on Fujimaro - what's led him to this very own spot and how he's strived through even thinly to get to the spot that he's at this very moment.

 "So be it then, give me the fight your life. As for all of you my men.. I don't want any of you to step up, everybody in my family has had to do this once before in their life.", The man announces before he begins, referring to the fact that many of his own cousins had to fight their own battles - even himself recalling the time that he's battled the Hyuuga leader on this very turf.

There was a seal pressed infront of his own chest as three clones formed all by his sides, each of them splitting into different directions as he followed along towards the left gaining space from Fujimaro along with another of his clones - the other two heading off to surround him from the right. The Senju had much to show, and had wanted the rest of his men to see just what he's had prepared.

 "I too will not hold back at all."
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Doton: Iwa Bunshin!
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Bunshin!
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Bunshin!
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Bunshin!
Kamu OOCs: [[smh i just want to get my daily point
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [nice joke
Sanshirama reduces their chakra by a cost of C.
Sanshirama reduces their chakra by a cost of D.
Sanshirama reduces their chakra by a cost of D.
Red haired, yellow eyed male thinks: Do i finally get to see the Hokage in action.
The young alpinist OOCs: (same hehe)
Koisuna, Fujimaro looks left and then right as Sanshirama forms multiple bunshins out of the dirt to surround him. He didn't care. His words fell on the ears of someone who already had heard enough. All he saw infront of him was a man who was destined to die by his hands and the entire village he stood infront of burnt to the ground. His heart thumps once more as the image of Eliza being captive in this village after all she had been through rushes into his mind.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, focusing all of his emotions withiin him out for one last.. final battle. Both of his arms raise as two clouds of iron sand would immediatly form out of both of his sleeves, condensing into two thin lines. From both of those lines, ten small pebbles of condense sand would form and turn into sharp spears. Five from each stack would aim for a clone and the real Sanshirama, shooting out and attempting to riddle him with swift bullets of iron sand.

"Good.. Because if you don't.. I will kill everyone in this village.. And I will show them mercy just how you didn't show my wife.."
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Shigure!
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of C.
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of C.
A kind, straw-haired lad bursts off into a sprint, a jump, and then he's perched atop of a tree, spectating from an unusual position.
Kamu folds his arms in front of his chest, spectating the one on one between Sanshirama and one of the three who have ruled over Sunagakure.
A calm, tall man thinks: These jutsu-- wait.
A calm, tall man thinks: That's Eliza's husband. The dude with like two or three kids..
The clone on the top right side forming a seal of it's own with spikes aiming to portrude underneath the ground Fujimaro had stood within - aftertwards crumbling to the ground once it had been finished. Four in total aiming to catch him from underground to force him to move from the current position that he's been standing on.

 "Doton: Ganchuso."

The original Sanshirama had taken out a scroll an instantly had came forth a wall to block the incoming pebbles of sand that turned into sharp spears with the lion apparent at the front of the large wall - a move that had been taught to him one of his proud vassals.

Having listened to the words that he's had to say regarding killing everyone in his own village if he had failed to take up the challenge, remembering that he's fought hard for this land and was not going to stop at this very moment. Using the shield as a means of continuation with his movement to evade the weapons, coming through and pausing on the southern side of where the tree had been with the clone that had been protected beside him. While the third one that's left had made it's way directly below him, it was apparent that he was trying to gather space away from the gates.

 "You will be the one Fujimaro.. The perfect person to unleash what I have created on, take a look all around you. This was all me. . "
(Sanshirama)
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Sogu: Ishigaki!
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Doton: Ganchuso!
Sanshirama reduces their chakra by a cost of B.
You have entered the game world.
Current date: The 21st of March, 113
Emerald-eyed youth whispers faintly.
A young female whispers faintly.
Masked Figure whispers faintly.
A young female whispers faintly.
The young alpinist reduces their chakra by a cost of A.
A young female whispers faintly.
The young alpinist increases their chakra by Full.
Masked Figure whispers faintly.
Masked Figure whispers faintly.
A mild mannered medic tucks some ryo and a carnation in Nado's shirt colar. "Buy youself something nice, hun."
A mild mannered medic hands The young alpinist a stack of Ryo (1).
A young female whispers faintly.
Koisuna, Fujimaro eyes move over towards one of the clones as the ground around him became shreaded with spikes! Now.. Now he was going to show Sanshirama and the creation of his the true meaning of what they had fucked with.. The true strength behind the founder of the desert wolves. He kicks off the ground as his body began rising into his air. Utilizing magnetism, he remains suspended in the air as he looked down upon the shielded Sanshirama and his clones.

"Shields and clones.. You can't hide behind them forever. Suffer just like how you made my wife suffer."

He says as he sticks both of his hands downwards towards the group infront of him. From his sleeve, multiple arms of iron sand rush out to slam into each clone and the real body of Sanshirama. Hands formed at the ends of them as they rushed forwards towards their targets. Even if Sanshirama ran or tried to hide, they would bend and manuever to follow behind him. They weren't going to give up.
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Koisuna: Tetsu no Ken!
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of C.
The young alpinist grunts at Amari, "Thanks, love."
Shinji says: Thanks love.
Shinji says: W-..
Ve'nom says: Hmm.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Shinji says: Get away from me.
Ve'nom looked at the snake..... ...... .... .... ..... ......... .....
Ve'nom says: Uhh.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Shinji says: If you are talking to me take your mask off.
Shinji says: Stop whispering to me.
Shinji says: I don't know you.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Shinji says: I don't care.
Shinji says: I'm not them.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Shinji says: Shame.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom found an angle that would allow him to only allow the man to hear his whispers..
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
The young alpinist whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
A mild mannered medic whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
A mild mannered medic whispers faintly.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Shinji yawns, falling back against the medic - a trust fall.
  He begins to hibernate, whether caught or not.
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
Shinji whispers faintly.
Sanshirama formed several seals of his own while his eyes were laid onto Fujimaro as he had evaded the spears that came from the ground underneath him, with the hands that were being sent towards his direction - each of the iron controlled ones as he finished the last of his seals.

Through the years he's recognized that he's grown with age, and had to do things that were tough while friends had became foe. Family was loss and blood had been shed, this all came back to what his brother Tekkotsu had said. 'War was what created purpose.' Along with the view of his own brother Hinatarama who truly believed that world peace was a possible idea. The clone to the far right being struck by the hands, as the one that was beside him had formed a seal on it's own placing a rock inside of it's mouth.

 "Doton: Iwadeppo no Jutsu."

The man had been correct about running, perhaps it was now time to show how much he's truly changed as his arm was facing outward towards Fujimaro. At a celullar level it had grown become much larger with it changing, and out shooting towards the arms that were directly were sent towards him had been trees. Aiming to clash against them and push even forward, as they aim to maneuever into Fujimaro's shoulders to pierce through and bring him onto the ground. Having spoken in the beginning that he was going to give it his all, and show his specialty.

 "Mokuton: Daijurin."
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Mokuton: Daijurin!
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Doton: Iwadeppo no Jutsu!
Sanshirama reduces their chakra by a cost of B.
Shinji OOCs: (oh. you know? I didnt even see yall down here
Shinji OOCs: (LOL
A kind, straw-haired lad says: lol
Shinji says: xDD
A mild mannered medic caught the researcher, but unfortunately for him he picked the worst person to fall against, the cardboard medic toppling over with the hibernating man!
The young alpinist rolls his eyes, using his staff to scoop the Shinji locked away in a hibernative state off and perch him off to the side, "Y'okay, Amari?"
A mild mannered medic simply nodded as she got back to her feet. She was fine, just easy to knock over.
Ve'nom OOCs: When did Gotrax turn into a trap?)
The young alpinist sits Amari on his shoulders, where she should be more secure. He continues to watch the fight.
A handsomly zen teen OOCs: (he didnt
Koisuna, Fujimaro eyes move to look at the last two remaining Sanshiramas as one of them were struck by his hand! Either way, it didn't matter, just one more of his clones taken care of. As the rock came out of the Senju's clones mouth, it would smash into the hands as the iron sand splits apart and rapidly returns back to Fujimaro's cloak. However, it seems something else was about to occur.. And that would be the presentation of Sanshirama's special ability.

Mokuton.

As the tree sprouts out from the Senju's arm, Fujimaro quickly takes action within the air. He begins to fly forwards, attempting to evade the incoming wood that aimed to pierce his shoulder. He could afford to be caught in such a technique or it would cause for his doom. The wood skids pass his cloak as two more clouds of iron sand would form underneath the flying iron sand user, aiming to pelt 20 more bullets of iron towards Sanshirama and his clone.

"So the rumors were true... If only you could have used that to save my wife instead of take her life.." He says with nothing but scorn as he flies through the air in order to avoid the devastating mokuton!
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Shigure!
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of C.
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of C.
The graceful warrior OOCs: (Five turns?)
A handsomly zen teen says: Allow me, Sanshi.
A kind, straw-haired lad continues to reposition, witnessing yet again the ability of Sanshirama, one that even made him have a nightmare once. It sends a slight shiver down his spine, but the shinobi endures and keeps his attention sharpened.
A handsomly zen teen OOCs: (can i rp rn or do i wait
A kind, straw-haired lad says: Get back. The Hokage is having this fight alone.
Shinji whispers faintly.
A handsomly zen teen says: Alright fine.
A kind, straw-haired lad whispers faintly.
Shinji whispers faintly.
The graceful warrior strolls down the bridge leading into Konogakure his eyes darting across the area from behind the shadowed slits in his mask. He smirked and rose the mask to his forehead lighting a spliff to his lips, it appears he stumbled upon some entertainment..

By the look on his face once could assume..
#TeamSanshi
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [i dont wanna be that guy but u gotta wait 5 turns to even arrive, much less witness LOL
The graceful warrior OOCs: (RP stays the same.)
The graceful warrior OOCs: (I'll wait none the less.)
Ve'nom OOCs: Someone wanna teach me kawarimi?)
Ve'nom OOCs: Thanks)
Ve'nom OOCs: You taught me the wrong thing tho)
Ve'nom OOCs: (LOL)
Ve'nom OOCs: (I said kawarimi I had bunshin)
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [no it doesnt
Ve'nom OOCs: (I got respec'd and lost Kawarimi)
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [you arent seeing anything
The graceful warrior OOCs: (I can see you?)
The graceful warrior OOCs: ( >:) )
A calm, tall man has taught Ve'nom the basics to Kawarimi
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [--boy u gay chill LOL
Ve'nom OOCs: thanks)
The graceful warrior OOCs: (Dat ass is grass)
A calm, tall man OOCs: (np
A small noble says: Hi Shinji..
Ve'nom OOCs: (mmmm
A small noble asks: Mm, what's going on?
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [helix
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [pls put up the rp flag for the barrier
A small noble OOCs: ( WHAT YOU THINK IM DOING YOU EXPOSING FUCKING PEICE OF SHIT!?
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [.
A small noble OOCs: ( GO TO YOUR ROOM
A calm, tall man OOCs: (rip my man Yashiro
A calm, tall man OOCs: (*throws a senzu bean*
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [*eats senzu bean, and begins to charge the roast*
A calm, tall man squinted, gently motioning for Wakaba to get out of the way.
 "Sanshirama is fighting this guy from Suna. It's a duel." he replied, pushing his wheel chair forward a pace. He was enjoying the battle.

"Excuse me, you're kinda' in the way."
Ve'nom looked at the small noble.. A memory from back in his mindless savage days comes to play. He shook his off, maybe an apology would do.. Though that means he'd have to--- "Sigh..." He shook his head and rubbed his eyes underneath the mask. "Excuse me miss."
Ve'nom OOCs: (*His head* (I tweaked)
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [https://gyazo.com/c038214ce1c36cd4c8d081771127fab5
Red haired, yellow eyed male Watched the fight in AWE!
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [every1 knows how u rp bcuz u always rp "sais" instead of "says"
A small noble OOCs: ( Shut up nigga.
A small noble OOCs: ( Seriously shut the fuck up.
The graceful warrior OOCs: (Gank his ass, i didn't see shit.)
The graceful warrior OOCs: (You just gonna let him out you like that Helix?)
Purple haired teen OOCs: ((lmao
Purple haired teen OOCs: (wakakbababakak
The graceful warrior OOCs: (Like we all saw. There's no going back from that.)
A small noble glances at the masked one. "Hnn?" she squeaks, scooting slightly closer to Shinji having half a mind to use the man like a shield from venom.
The graceful warrior OOCs: (Your pride is on the line now.)
A small noble OOCs: ( I could kill Yashiro without breaking a sweat, but we're icly cool.
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [lets not clog ooc pls
A small noble OOCs: ( He dead to me oocly.
The graceful warrior OOCs: (Damn IC plot rp OP.)
Ve'nom says: Uhh.. Yes.. Can I speak to you up there.. I promise you can keep your distance or whatever if you do not trust me.
The graceful warrior OOCs: (I'm just lowkey mad I gotta wait five turns to get some ramen in Konoha and Sanshi is over here Rping like Farsa.)
A small noble says: ... What? No, say what you have to say...
Ve'nom says: It's not for public ears.
Purple haired teen pokes le Wakaba.
Ve'nom says: Sigh..
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [LOL mans said farsa chill bro
Ve'nom thinks: Why is everyone scared of me?
Ve'nom whispers faintly.
The young alpinist OOCs: (nigga said he could kill yashiro when helix is the ramen ichiraku apprentice in shippuuden after naruto celebrates wining over pain)
The graceful warrior thinks: Same reason no one wants to hug a Kaguya
Ve'nom OOCs: (That was a thought)
Sanshirama observed as he's evaded the wood that had been sent his way, while he had been in the air - reminding himself exactly what he's said. The fact that he wasn't going to be holding back at all to the leader of what had been the Desert Wolves, while the man has held his respect for being able to be so evasive at maneuvering himself from such moves. .

However things were going to turn out much difficult for him from here, as this had been a person that was a friend once in his life. Rushing he was now as he placed a blue pill inside of his mouth, the clone jumping up infront of him to five of the bullets on his run as the armor that was on his body had shielded him. A blue pill reached inside of pocket as he was scathed on the side of his cheek by one of the bullets.

 "It wasn't my fault at all, the corruptness that's dwelling in the village. Along with the fact that I have people here to me everyday about the slaying of their own on that land.", Sanshirama had finished up while he's formed seals, the armor apparent that it had been worn out as he had stood directly north of where Fujimaro had been with seals being weaved in preparation. For now he was going to have to suck it up and do what he's had planned to one of his own friends, eyes laid on him as if he had been a common enemy for the death of his own bride. The man had spoken with his booming voice.

  "This is over now. I will give you this last time to step down talk to me about it Fujimaro, after this there's no going back!.."
The graceful warrior OOCs: (omit)
Ve'nom OOCs: LMAO)
Ve'nom thinks: Should I just go back to the old me? The mindless thrall that did the devils work.
A small noble OOCs: ( Your reference is so obscure bruh.
Sanshirama increases their chakra by B.
Sanshirama reduces their stamina by a cost of B.
A small noble sighs, and hands the man a scroll. "Here..."
A small noble hands Ve'nom a Scroll.
Ve'nom asks: I --- What do I do with this?
A small noble says: Write what ya gotta say...
The graceful warrior OOCs: (let the words fall out)
Ve'nom sighed once more and lowered his head. He shook his head and looked around, bringing his voice to a mere whisper. "I can't."
A small noble goes red in the cheeks. "T-tch.." the girl shakes a little, and stiffly walks a bit north before her form suddenly blinks from existance, her chakra powered leap sending her blindingly fast up onto the roof of the wall.

 "F-fine.. Five minutes."
Ve'nom nods and leapt onto the roof as well. It was unfortunate that his previous life he lived he was never educated in anything else but the art of killing. Though now he'd be a tool for Konohagakure and nothing else.
Koisuna, Fujimaro destroys the last of Sanshirama's clones as the wood had ceased to follow behind him. He comes to a halt in the air as he turns to face the Senju, looking down upon the man. His words.. His actions.. His offering.. None of that mattered to the iron sand user. Nothing that the Senju could say could bring back his wife.. His lover.. The one girl who brought him down to the world. Eliza.. Nothing that either of them could bring them back so nothing that was said or did matter to Fujimaro.

"The time for peace is over... If only you had stopped this corruption before killing my wife.. Before killing the only woman who accepted me for who I was.. The one person I cared about!"

Fujimaro shouts, growing more and more angry by the moment.. But even after all that anger, there was sadness as tears could clearly be seen on the mans' face. "Why.. Why did you have to kill her.. Why did you have to let your village become this horrible.. What did she do to deserve such a death.." He mutters as tears slowly feel from his eyes and fell towards the ground. "WHAT DID SHE DO TO BE KILLED?!"

With that he raises his hand up into the air as two structure began to form above him. One was that of a block that seemed to grow by the moment while the other was a pyramid, one of great size and design. "I can't.. I won't forgive this.. I won't... Eliza.." He says before sending his hand forwards as the iron sand beckons at his commands. The pyramid is sent forth towards Sanshirama at great speed, aiming to pierce him and smash the area around him! The block would slowly move, attempting to cut him off as he tries to run!
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Kesshu!
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of B.
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of C.
Ve'nom traveled down the wall and sighed.. He was about to do this, it was apart of who he was now. Righting his wrongs.
Ve'nom shook his head.. She didn't have to come so close, he actually didn't want to, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to fight off the innate nature of who he was without the mask. He slowly reached up and removed the mask to look her in her eyes. The pair of hollow, pitch black--souless hues stared into hers, and maybe jogged her memory. The day he walked up on three of them and voilated them all like some creep. Though they were lucky that he didn't turn into the homocidal maniac that he was bred to be. Thanks to the mask this has all changed. After a good minute and him fighting off the urge to gut and scalp her he tossed the masked back on and dropped to his knees. "Please forgive me.. I just know what I did couldn't of been pleasant."
A small noble blinks at him. "Oh... Its you." she says, and shrugs at him. "You touched and smelled my hair once, then did the same to my friend, afterwards you walked away." Wakaba glances to the side. "It was weird, but, I don't really care either way. I forgive you, I guess."
Ve'nom nods and smiled under his mask. He was happy he was able to right a wrong today. It was a good day and he would continue to do so until his time has expired. He couldn't help but to shake his head at the story.. He was sure it was worse than that but apparently he was sniffing hair.. Weird.
  "Thank you... What is your name?"
Ve'nom asks: Also where is this friend that I--- Uh did this devilish acts to?
A handsomly zen teen OOCs: (sorry what do i do to join a battle
A small noble glances at him for a moment, before looking south again. "Wakaba..."
Ve'nom nods. "Well.. I'm really Nameless.. Though I go by Venom.. Or Ve'nom.. Whichever your prefer really."
Sanshirama laid his eyes to see what it was that Fujimaro had been planning on doing next - he could see it in his eyes, everything. He was fueled by rage regarding his actions, however this was something that had been needed in his eyes while the iron sand had been coming towards his direction. What was he thinking?.. Behind all of his actions, listening to how he's stripped the life of the person that he treasured the most. While there had been tears flowing from his own face and to his own cheeks, a sign of emotion from the Senju who's gone long and hard living his life. He recalled the last few set of words that his wife had to say about his cold - and how it was indeed 'dark' moments before she had been killed.

 "Why?.. I have been a leader through the most blood thirsty periods there have been, and back then it was all about my family the Senju. However things are different now, the reason behind me slaying her.. All of it, it was for my own village; Konohagakure. For the future of where things will be taken from here on out, and not only for that .. But for the justice of the people that have been wronged inside of Sunagakure."

The ground unerneath them tearing through as a large screech of what had been a dragon came bursting outwards, with yellow eyes depicted and a large trunk nose having spoken before the last few words that he's had to regarding what was going to be happening if this battle had continued. While it had pained him to do what was going to happen next he also had known that the news must have spread, and had applauded him to have came here alone as the dragon had taken the damage.

It came aiming to chase Fujimaro in what was an outrageous speed - intending to coiled around his entire body and hold him in place with it seeking to absorb chakra. Sanshirama had put on a face of what had been hatred for what was going to come next, prepared to chase should he have to continue with the large beast that covered a great deal of range. Thoughts of those that had been in the leadership before him, having seen how they operated - have things changed and become much different than then?

 "I intend on moving on towards it not just for me, but for those that have fallen and led this place before me. You were a friend to me, Fujimaro."
Sanshirama has activated a technique: Mokuton: Mokuryu!
Sanshirama reduces their chakra by a cost of A. Current: 15.493%
Shinji whispers faintly.
Shinji whispers faintly.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
A small noble yells: Woah!! Cool!!
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
A small noble claps furiously at the sight of the huge wooden dragon.
Shinji whispers faintly.
A handsomly zen teen thinks: Sanshirama is. . . extraordinary.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
Energetic brown haired girl asks: Hello hello! -- Wait, whats that?
Red haired, yellow eyed male says: .....
Shinji whispers faintly.
Shinji whispers faintly.
Shinji says: We are closer to taking our first action as a group.
Shinji says: --
Shinji whispers faintly.
A kind, straw-haired lad watches in awe.
Sanshirama picks up the icon.
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [what the fuck is that dick
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
Shinji whispers faintly.
Shinji whispers faintly.
Tall slender mercenary whispers faintly.
Koisuna, Fujimaro eyes widened as the ground opened up underneath the duo as his constructions slammed into the ground. A large, monsterous dragon tore through the ground and threatened to tear straight through the iron sand user. The speed and size of the creation was something of its own scale as he had to respond to it! He structures slam into the monster into, only to be tossed aside by the power and scale of such a construction. However it bought him time. He flies away from the trajectory of the wood dragon, but only by so much. The dragon tears forwards, slaming right pass Fujimaro, but something was off.

His arm.. Was gone.

He looks over towards his left arm as it was nothing but a stump at this point, blood flowing out of the open wound of his body. Huh. So this was the power of Sanshirama. A wide grins forms on his face as he could feel his blood leaving his body quickly as some of his chakra was stripped by the mokuton creation. He begins to fall to the ground, slowly but surely as the creations he had made earlier began to rise up into the air, smashing into one another above both him and Sanshirama.

"So.. This is the power of Konohagakure..." He says with a grin on his face, his eyes closing at that moment. The wind blew wildly as his hat flew off his head. The straw hat that Eliza had given him on their honeymoon.. The day after they got married. "I'm.. I'm sorry Eliza.. Hopefully I get to see you soon, Babe.." He says to himself as the image of his beautiful wife appear in his mind. Right afterwards, picures of his son and daughter showed up as he remembers the last 8 years he spent raising and caring for them. "Kuji.. Midori.. Please... Grow up and become strong. I love you."

And right after that, the two construction he had created would begin to split apart into of spikes that shot out in random direction. Spike after spike would branch out from one another in random motions as each would strike down the ground at fearsome speeds. Where they were going to hit, no one could tell but everyone in the area would find themselves being in the area of impact of his final jutsu. Sanshirama.. He been hated by a man who was willing to give his life for this. And because of that, iron spikes rained down across the entire area!
Tall slender mercenary whispers faintly.
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Kaiho!
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Kaiho!
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Kaiho!
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Kaiho!
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (wtf
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (my b lag
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of B. Current: 9.85915%
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their chakra by a cost of C. Current: 1.40845%
Koisuna, Fujimaro increases their stamina by A.
Asahd senju thinks: woah...
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their stamina by a cost of A.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (gd i think im in range of that)
The young alpinist watches the dragon; impressive. That's all there is to say, it's exponentially more powerful than the other techniques Sanshirama's shown off thus far and it's derived from the earth and wood of the world like the other one he'd seen. But this is just on another scale entirely. He sees the sky suddenly being blotted out by iron sand, an all encompassing maelstrom of spikes raining down on the area. He's not discriminated upon.

He instinctively leaps off to the side in a frantic rush, but some of the stakes slice into his sides and smack into him and he's struggling to get under the archway - littered by a levy of these myrianding constructs, too, and before long, he's struck again and stumbles into the gate, gritting his teeth as wood and concrete falls out and dusts over the scene. He moves finally into the archways shield and grabs Amari, hunkering down by the side by side leverage of the gateway and the overhead protection.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (LMAO
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (PRETTY SURE everyone in the gate area is)
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [1 moment
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [im here to help!
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (on third turn it'd reach right past the arch of the gates)
A small noble goes through a speedy set of seals, and creates a shield around herself and her new buddy beside her to protect them from the jutsu's that where firing off below. The shield would be unseen for the most part, only appearing in flickers of blue as things strike and bounce off of it. "Dangerous..."
A kind, straw-haired lad bolts for the gates, the ending of the battle coming to a close. It's a decision taken as soon as the massive wooden dragon is erected, eyes widening.
/This is bad..!/ Seals are weaved, speed enough to keep up.
"Stay close to me!" he warns with a yell, several walls of obsidian rising all around him at one moment, the moment where Fujimaro's iron sand constructions seeked to cause damage to not only Konoha, but Konoha's residents, as well.

Fortunately, his barrier holds on tight enough to endure just enough of the damage, the bunker cracking rapidly before eventually finding itself to fall into several chakra snowflakes, some of the crafted spears shallowly wounding his entire form. Despite this, he prevails, and protects, now painted with red.
A kind, straw-haired lad has activated a technique: Banka Hojin!
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [oh wait. how many times did you use that jutsu?
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (once
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (i didnt mean to post
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [oh. it doesnt shatter then, yeah.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (4 times
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [my barrier that is.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (it lasts
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (3 turns and goes up to 19x19
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [yeah exactly LOL
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: 9im here yo im reading)
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (no need tp ing)
Ve'nom was safe miles above the entrance of the gate, he didn't bother to move or even bat an eye.
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (I think it would shatter on the next round, @kind)
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [yeah i ooced that part
Energetic brown haired girl didn't need to be told twice to run for the protective area of the barrier, she dived for it, and once she was within it she just starred at the massive rain of spikes coming down one after the other, and when the barrier finally breaks, she's rising her arms to shield herself just in case.
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [depends how?
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (need to be in 2 tile range)
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [ah you mean my clause. brown haired girl said it.
A small noble takes notice of Yashiro's jutsu, raising a brow at it. ".. Super cool."
Sanshirama had observed as the dragon that he's created had tore through him taking one of the man's arms as it had continued through at what had been sheer speed through the creation that he's made, finding it to be something that he's learned to use over the five years - an ace of some sorts as it seemed that while Fujimaro was being drained he brought out his own. It was a battle between the Villages two best fighters that was coming to an end to an end.

What had been his own worry was the rest of the people instead of him, however he hoped that they were capable of protecting themselves from such having to put his trust. With the forming of the spikes as he had been struck on his leg, with the screeching dragon continuing - covering what else had been sent his way as he heard what Fujimaro had to say regarding the power that had been shown in the display of their battle. On his part had came pain for his leg as it was rendered unusable.

The beast that he's created hovers over his own body, covering him from the damage that was next to come as it had been taking it by itself as it used the very chakra that he had as a means to sustain itself with the battle slowly coming to an end. Having seen just what the founder of the desert wolves had been capable of as he was pinned down to the ground now, but he was aware that with the words that he's said last only likely came death next.

Thinking to the children that he had that were likely going to seek revenge - on him for the death of both of their parents. While there had been a sign of regret o nhis own mind for his actions - he knew, that these were things that were going to have to be done. Having grown to become the monster that he was, and applauding the skill that the Shinobi from Sunagakure had brought onto the playing field.

 "Truly the image of your Village, a leader in many ways Fujimaro.", Sanshirama finishes saying as he's covered, with thoughts lingering on why exactly the man hadn't chosen the leadership position himself. A few questions that he was never going to get to ask him. With the label that everyone has placed on him fitting him perfectly for the type of person he was.

The Wrath of the forest.
A small noble rode that dragon.
A small noble OOCs: ( weeee
Energetic brown haired girl yells: Its really dark in here!
A small noble OOCs: ( I wonder why these two are even boxing.
The graceful warrior thinks: Racist
A small noble OOCs: ( New rip hype?
A small noble OOCs: ( Probs.
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (its
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [no.
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (stated in ruffians last rp)
Koisuna, Fujimaro falls slowly to the ground as blood could be seen rushing out of his missing arm. Spike after spike was launched towards the ground, growing in size by the moment as almost everyon caught infront of the gates would feel the wrath of Fujimaro. However, it seems that the mokuton dragon of Sanshirama had got the better him, causing the man to slowly succumb to the idea of death as he sinks closer and closer to the ground. But to Fujimaro, this was only the becoming. Getting revenge on his beloved wife was all he needed to be happy with his death.

Slamming into the ground, his head peers towards Sanshirama and the dragon guarding him as the iron sand user slowly bringing his palm over towards Senju. The iron sand that punctured the leg of the Senju would begin to spread apart and slowly begin to wrap around the entire body of the man as one calling card was given by Fujimaro.

"Satetsu... Kyuu.." The man muttered as he was left there on the ground, bleeding out from his exposed stump as the images of his wife and children begin flooding his mind. He remembers the first time he met Eliza and his sister in one of the mines. He remembers forcing them to join his gang of misfits. He remembers all the hard and challenging adventures he went on to uncover the secrets of the desert. He remembers falling in love with Eliza. He remembers the wedding and  the love they shared together everyday afterwards.

Tears began to fall from the dying man's eyes once more as they plattered the ground underneath him. His heart began to slow down and the embrace of death was slowly becoming mroe and more accepted. "Why... Why is this world.. So unfair.. "He mutters towards Sanshirama as he the man slowly closes his eyes. Was this his hand? It most likely was but... At least he got to see the love of his life again right? Was that right for him to do..?
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (simple reason: Love)
Koisuna, Fujimaro has activated a technique: Satetsu Kyu!
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their stamina by a cost of B.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (his end*
A handsomly zen teen clapped his hands together as soon as things started getting too serious. He'd blast himself away from the on-going situation, and observe as a mighty wood dragon erupted from the ground.  It was some power he hadn't experienced yet in his life.  It was on a scale he couldn't yet compete with, which would lead him to retreat for the time being.
Energetic brown haired girl yells: Hey, black box guy -- i think i see cracks in the box!
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [wat did u just do zen teen LOL ur stuck in a barrier
A kind, straw-haired lad yells: We're fine..! Hold tight, I'll move it closer to the village!
Sanshirama OOCs: (A from the dragon too.)
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [helix ur getting skewered by iron spikes
A small noble OOCs: ( I rp'd shield jutsu. Name drop me again, I'll turn you into blood mist.
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [ur funny
A small noble saves Sanshirama by throwing a scroll under the man. Under the scroll spawns a huge rock wall that lifts him up and spoils his plans for a death rp.
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [did i mention you have autism and ur addicted to getting dicked down
A small noble OOCs: ( No to the first one and yes to the second, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you I haven't cybered once in my last 4 characters anyway.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (Waddup sanshi
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (Were u talking to me
Koisuna, Fujimaro asks: ?
Sanshirama OOCs: (Yea)
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (oh did i forget
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: ( to drain something
Sanshirama OOCs: (Yh A from the uh dragon.)
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (oh i took it from my chakra
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (from the last rp
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (i took b i didnt know
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (it was A
Sanshirama OOCs: (now since it's stam
Sanshirama OOCs: (it raises by 1 grade
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (oh is it still draining from em
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (me?
Sanshirama OOCs: (yh
A kind, straw-haired lad moves further in, his barrier cracking but unwavering. Another set of seals are grafted, a 'warning' given to the brunette and gunbai-wielder beneath his supporting shelter. Yet again, a new Kekkaijutsu is produced, shielded from another round of assaulting spikes that rain down like long and sharpened rain drops.
It endures.
"Sanshirama!" he yells. Words of morale, perhaps?
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (oh im dying next rp
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (cuz i cant drain
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: ( A dstam
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (A stam
Sanshirama OOCs: (alright, let me rp.)
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (kk i gotchu
Koisuna, Fujimaro reduces their stamina by a cost of B. Current: 12.6761%
A handsomly zen teen OOCs: (tits i am stuck behind a barrier soz
A small noble OOCs: ( You don't die until both stam and chakra are zero afaik.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (Yeah it wont let me drain A stam
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: ( so i took B
A small noble OOCs: ( Oh dang.
A small noble OOCs: ( so technically by doing that iron coffin you handed yourself an L, huh? :/
A small noble OOCs: ( Ironic.
Energetic brown haired girl yells: I um..am here to treat any wounded!
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (you havent been reading the RPs)
A small noble OOCs: ( ?
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (he came here to fight to the death. No matter what.)
A small noble OOCs: ( Yeah but if he won, then he'd be alive. Duh.
Kamu OOCs: [[wow u had to use that
Kamu OOCs: [[taco ur a god
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (Why you trying to be a cloud-strife look-alike, kamu)
Kamu OOCs: [[im not
Kamu OOCs: [[there aren't many good hair options
Kamu OOCs: [[for men
Kamu OOCs: [[:(
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (Kamu :(
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (And yeah. my guy doesnt care about his life atm. doing more harm than living is what he wants
Kamu OOCs: [[i understand. u lost ur wife.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: ( :(((
A small noble OOCs: ( Nah nah nah, let's not pretend this man is over-hype for MoS and is killing his char in a rash decision that he will regret when MoS lasts less than a month.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (dude and my char on BnH had a crush on ur sister kamu
Shinji rubs his own cheek. His tongue flicks out, resembling a snakes.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (but ur sister is a lesbian
Kamu OOCs: [[ye ik LOL..
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (snd he just found out so he mad upset
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (same time this fight is happening
Kamu OOCs: [[dude i couldnt stop her from being a lesbian.. maybe if i didnt quit she'd be straight still ;~;
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (LMAOOO
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (u were the only hope kamu
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [im sorry taco
Shinji thinks: Huh.
A kind, straw-haired lad OOCs: [i hope this cheers u up
Kamu OOCs: [[LOL
Shinji OOCs: (did someone say nigger?
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (LMAO
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (wHAT IS THAT FACE
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (lockem??
Energetic brown haired girl OOCs: (LOL)
Shinji OOCs: (dont post shit
lockemshoto sucks says: niggers
Shinji says: Tekkotsu.
Shinji says: I'm killing all birds.
Kamu says: ..Uh-huh.
Shinji says: Here anyway.
Shinji says: For a while.
Kamu asks: Messenger birds?
Sanshirama found himself underneath the ground with his leg - he was unable to move and pinned now it seemed that his fate was in Fujimaro's hands with the dragon that had still been sapping out of his chakra. In his own particular view he was at the mercy of what was going to be coming next, being able to perform a seal for a certain jutsu.. but he knew that this was what had truly unveiled that he was intent on seeking his revenge, while he's shown just how much of a strong shinobi he had been.

It slowly had begun to wrap around what was his very frame, since it seemed that he was capable of bringing it up through what he's had left with the dragon continuing to drain him of what he needed most until he's had none left on his own part. Seeing to much extremes how serious he had been and the hatred that he's shown through the entire fight, all he could say.

A move that he's intended to use on Bijuu being used on a Shinobi that had been from Sunagakure, it was rather funny in his own particular thought - but he had known that this was Fujimaro nonetheless. Perhaps what was the best from his own home, and would probably recognized as such as he truly had thought that what he's been capable of has been comparable to one of the beasts. As if accepting Fujimaro's actions, with his current pinned state while the Earth had been his domain.

 There were no pleads or words he had to say, thinking of his own family members and what he's done thus far - along with the love that he's gained and lost from many. The person that had been there at that very moment had been a man that stuck with his family through end. If he were to go who was it that would take his place?.. All thoughts that harbored his head along with one regarding his foe,

 "..What a powerful opponent.."
A kind, straw-haired lad thinks: That chakra..
Shinji thinks: So this is the power of the Kaguya.
Purple haired teen OOCs: (^
A small noble OOCs: ( Oh well.
A small noble OOCs: ( Omit my rp's I don't matter I guess.
Shinji says: Yes.
A small noble OOCs: ( This is why I don't try anymore.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
Purple haired teen OOCs: (omit
Sanshirama OOCs: [[did you wait your turns
A small noble OOCs: ( Probably? I watched 2 movies sitting here lol.
The young alpinist finally moves out from under the cover as the torrential rains of iron end. There's an uncertainty in the air and it's hard to swallow - what happened to Sanshirama? Was he mulched into nothing or did he love? It looked unlikely upclose that he would live, but Nado wasn't upclose. He moved through the levy of spikes and twisting constructs that slowly began to crumble with away with chakra no longer holding them together. It was a battlefield, two ungodly shinobi masters of their craft, clashing. He had no words.

It was simply ineffable.
A small noble OOCs: ( I just counted. You've only done 4 rp's in the last 3 hours. Jesus christ.
Shinji is just thinking about how he would use them both at a later date. He rubs his palms together, nudging Tekkotsu. Maybe he got the idea.
The young alpinist OOCs: (or did he live*)
A small noble whispers faintly.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
A kind, straw-haired lad hears something that displeases him, something that triggers Eliza's bringing her - Yashiro's own responsibility. The Hokage? Passing away due to a weaker shinobi's mistake? Untolerable, and an event the Fuuinjutsuist would never forget himself for.
Bursting through his barrier before it even shattered, Yashiro forms a half-seal, creating a door in order for his form to leave the bunker. It slowly crumbles away after, with iron sand combining itself with the obsidian colored walls of the barrier. Like magical demon dust.

What would he find? A living and breathing leader of Konohagakure, or a recently deceased and potential one of Sunagakure? Now.. was the moment.

"Sanshirama..!" he yells, worry written all over his expression. It's a tone in his voice that's filled with a need of a response.
A small noble whispers faintly.
Kamu remains stationed at the gate beside Shinji, fearing for the messenger birds that resided within the confines of their settlement. As the iron sand move as Fujimaro commands, Tekkotsu remains with his steely expression and continues to watch Sanshirama's duel. It was an honorable one on one, and he'd never impose--much like how he did nothing as Aoshiki brought the clan's honor into question during his death.

As the wave of iron sand envelopes his brother, Tekkotsu gulps and hopes for the best--no, he knew the best would come. There's no way Sanshirama would lose this duel and leave the village in such a manner. Not after all the hard work they had put forth together. After they had both lost their elder brothers, there was no way that either of them would allow the other to lose another brother.

His hands are crossed, folding in front of his chest as he spectates the battle. Honestly, the mastery over both their Kekkei Genkais kept Tekkotsu at the edge of his seat. Truly a battle between those who have once governed over other Shinobi. Tekkotsu's finger twitches as it stiffens, though he reminds himself of the confidence he held of Sanshirama's will.

The will to bring Konohagakure to greatness; a will that wouldn't allow him to fall here.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
A small noble whispers faintly.
A small noble turns and stares at Noka with dead serious eyes.
Purple haired teen shrugged, she would go along with it.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
A small noble whispers faintly.
A small noble whispers faintly.
A small noble whispers faintly.
A small noble whispers faintly.
Purple haired teen whispers faintly.
Koisuna, Fujimaro eyes slowly close as he watches the iron sand slowly wrap around Sanshirama, covering his entire body. The dragon that had struck him continued to drain chakra from his body, but sadly for the dragon... He had no chakra left. He was utilizing his own stamina, his own life force in order to keep going, but even after that there was only none left to take. His eyes begin to slowly close as the vision he had been so used to began to falter and shutter.

"This... I must... I have to... Get my revenge.. "

He mutters as he could feel the last energy from his body begin to slip away. This was really.. Going to be the last moment of his life. His palm slowly but surely close as the iron sand wrapped around Sanshirama began to squeeze tightly and squeeze on his body.

"Satetsu... Soso..."

The man mutters as the Senju could feel his legs beign crushed severly from the pressure of the iron sand around him.. But even if the iron sand user wished for it, he didn't have the chakra to finish it. As the iron sand began to crush the Senju's feet up to his leg, Fujimaro could feel his life slipping away as he uses the rest of his energy in his body. His eyes closes as the closes palm of his slowly began to fall towards the ground as blood coated the area around him. Kujimaro, Midori.. And finally Eliza appear in his head as a smile began to form on his face. All the people he loved... The people he cared for.. Was this really going to be the last time he saw anything. Of course not, he would watch them from whererver he goes and so will Elzia.

"I love you... My family."

And with that.. It ended. The iron sand that was crushing Sanshirama would pausing, stoping right at his upper legs as the iron sand just fell from all around them. That was it. That was the end. No life was left in the man once known as Fujimaro. Now.. He was at peace.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (would pause*
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The young alpinist OOCs: (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/261967744688193536/305500118327754752/image.jpg photo of fujimaro niggero taco maximo rodriguez using his iron sand in the final moments of his fight with eduardo juarez sal [colorized, 1969])
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (LMAO
Sanshirama OOCs: [[ LOL wtf
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Kamu OOCs: [[colorized
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Shinji stuffed his hands in his pockets, his eyes leering over the collapsed pair as they seemed to be in their moment. The scholar merely makes mental notes, his gaze shifting quite a few - but he'd eventually spin on a heel - having seen enough. This only acted as more support to his theory. The village once known as Sunagakure had officially crumbled.

There was only a few more steps to complete their task. And with Shinji working as the operator, he seemed to be content. Not yet smiling, or cheering at the results. As these last steps were usually the worst.
  Breaking the will of a people united. Forcing them to scatter and the likes. Its a painful process to think about. But a worthy effort to keep the world moving at the pace it should. As there was something far more evil lurking in the shadows of the present. Something that the researcher had only known about, also something that he'd only informed his underlings of. But he left it for the future. Shinji pushes up his non-existing glasses and took but a single step forward - waving his hand.
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                                               "Good contest. One of you can bring him to me. Anyone who claims to be a medic, and touches Sanshirama - I'll cut your legs off. He is in my care."
Sanshirama had felt the pain that had ensued, as he however was prepared for what had been coming next as it did pain him - up to his upper legs as what was left of Fujimaro had finally came to an end with it being unable to reach what had been it's full capacity. His head down on the ground as he laid there. Not at all moving afterwards instead closing his eyes after having had to deal with such pain.

 "It's over.."

The dragon going back down to what had been the depths of the earth, while he's heard Yashiro's voice from behind however his eyes were closed. From what was the move that failed to end his very life with what was the left of Fujimaro through the dragon sapping all of it, and thoughts harbored regarding his establishment and how it's grown thus far. Along with the fact that he had taken the life of his loved one, with the 'wicked heart that his loved one had spoken of him having even though he was truly blessed by nature itself'.. The words that she told him.

The iron sand around him falling around the area that he had been laid out on, while the battle had been over .. Through his mind before slipping of conciousness were thoughts of the battles that he's had on the land, protecting it and even slaying those that had killed his own kin.. From even bringing it back to the ashes once more and having it stand as a mighty village, along with the brothers that were lost through fights.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (Good fight my nigga
Koisuna, Fujimaro has been knocked out.
Sanshirama OOCs: [[slide me that injury
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (oh eayh i got u
An outwardly apathetic adult OOCs: (don't forget to include the date ,friend.
Sanshirama picks up Wire.
The young alpinist rubs the back of his head, Sanshirama had survived afterall. By a sliver of luck, too. He smiles sheepishly, "Good job boss," before he trudges over to Amari's side, rubbing some of the cuts he'd gotten from that unearthly jutsu earlier.
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (I got u
Koisuna, Fujimaro OOCs: (Almost forgot the date