A matter of time

Mr. Eskaru had made port, and was stepping off of the boat. He looked over to the skipper of the ship, and gave him a slight wave and a smile. He had worked a little tying the riggings and such, really all the menial tasks, and had payed for his passage. It was still rather cool, but it wasn't as bad to the degree of Iron. He was already enjoying the scenery, everything was brighter it seemed. 'Perhaps the grass on the other side was greener?' he mused to himself. He began walking through the town. Many saw the scarred headband, and looked wearily at him. He would simply raise his hand, and give them his most charismatic smile, being an introvert, had it's perks. Feigning the ability to feel for another person, and showing faked emotions. Such a skill, he was sure everyone had, especially in this line of work. He kept walking through the sea-side town. He finally reached the edge of the town, and there was what seemed to be a large expanse of Tundra. He sighed, and turned back around. He walked towards one of the villager's he recently passed. "Excuse me sir, but is their a local tavern?" The man looked at him quizzically. The man then proceeded to give him some shoddy directions to a local bar. Apparently they had no tavern, even though they were the same thing.

Mr. Eskaru walked off into the 'other' part of the town, the one where, only those hard-pressed would venture into. He stepped through the ingress, and looked somberly around, in the cozy wooden building. There were small oil lamps lit, which provided a comforting ambiance, Mr. E walked up to the bar, and asked for a Whiskey Sour. He got what he asked, and he payed the man five ryo. What was that for what he was about to start. It was going to be the venture of a lifetime. Apparently an old friend he made a long while back, was coming here as well. They'd discuss things, and hit off into the unknown. Such was the way of Action. All was unknown, until you look back in retrospect.

Old man Greed traveled far and long from the Land of Waterfall. He took a few breaks here and there to rest his 'should-be' old bones. The bandaged man had found himself in lands he knew nothing of. Yet that did not matter to he. His reasoning for being here was one of mystery as were all of his actions. No justification needed for anything, he simply did as he pleased it seemed. For instance upon entering the gates of this village the man released two beings from scrolls he carried. With the swift hand seal he attached their lifelines so to speak. Markings appearing on their faces as new visual perspectives were granted. The man and his puppets, Roach and Creeper jumped upon the rooftops. All looking about in opposite directions, a triad of vision. They observed the bustling village streets filled with countless and countless woman. The sky above thundered and dark, dropped its tears upon the land in a constant flow. It was time.

With the quick yet slight movements of his fingers this man would allow his puppets to move about the streets, slashing and terrorizing its citizens. The woman coward in fear as the blades of Roach's hands skewered their bodies. Men, woman, children would drop lifelessly around the building who's rooftop he stood upon. The building which held a bar, the very bar a male entered with a scarred headband. Yet Greed did not know of this man, he was just on top of the building he entered. But yes, carnage and terror was about around this building and in the streets. All at the mercy of Greed's fingers. Surely those inside this building could here the screams of agony. Yet this attack did not go without interference as some villagers attempted to fight back. One even knocking Roaches into a window of the building Greed stood atop. As the puppet flew through the window an orange cloud of gas escaped its being flooding the entire building. A smokescreen of sorts that would causing mass panic inside. Some of the people fleeing the building only to cross the paths of Creeper who would attack any that attempted to enter these streets.

Greed, the single man with the bandaged head was having quite the time of his life. His eerie grin on his face. The true incarnation of evil. His intentions unexplainable and his assault unwavering. The people of this village will tell tales of his visit for years to come as he brought his name back to the world that dared to forget it.

Mr. Eskaru had just entered the bar, sat down, and began to drink what he had just ordered. When he heard all the commotion begin to arise in a strange crescendo. It was rising as he finished off his drink, and the patrons, which had once mingled, talked, and threw darts. Now had vacated, and left Mr. E, The barkeep. That's when he heard the window break, "Who the fuck is it now?" Mr. Eskaru asked more himself than the man, who was clearly freaking out. Than an orange gas began emanating around him, growing ever closer to him. His tactical sense, instantly knew there was something amiss with the gas. Smokescreen had a smell, yet this it was odorless, tasteless. So he brought out a handkerchief from inside his parka, and wrapped it around his nose and mouth, wearing it like the bangers do. The barkeep by that time, ran for the door, only to be cut down, by an unseen force. Mr. Eskaru stood up, and reached for the red clothed sword. "It's time to show me what you got pride." he stripped the huge weapon of it's garb, The weapon altogether was around nine feet in length. The blade being seven, The Ricasso being an astounding thirteen inches, and finally the eleven inch grip. He began pouring his earth chakra into the stronger-than steel blade,He saw a nearby window which had the pleasure of not busting out since the chaos began. "I'm sorry friend, but it's the way things go." he rushed the window, and he swung his weapon, but as it touched the already dried wood, it exploded outward with the trajectory of the sword. The wood itself, had just been stripped of all moisture. He stepped out into the Alleyway and praised the wood's spirit, for giving him the ingenuity.

He stepped out into the chaos itself. Seeing person after person, fall, from what he had no idea, but logically and tactically speaking, it could have been the visitor in the bar. 'Could? Eskaru you're a fucking simpleton!' That was the get up and go he needed "Thanks" he told himself. He then turned to the bar itself, it was all covered in wood, thus, it could be brought down, potentially on top of this person. So he strafed around the building, swinging his blade, and blowing up portions of the bar. Once he had finished the person inside would have had no idea if it were explosions or the like, as it was currently a housing for wooden shrapnel. Along with it currently falling on it's foundations. Mr. Eskaru decided, it would be best for a tactical retreat to the easternmost side of the village. One, that housed the most water. So, as the building began to fall, he took off for the coast. Maybe, the person he was waiting for would show up. Who knows?

Moustu was heading back from the land of food and he thought a nice stop would be good. He passed a lot of places and haven't found a place for food yet until he saw a man running. Moustu looked at the area he was coming from and it was a tavern. Must be some trouble and Moustu's heart started to race as a reaction he popped in a few hand signs and started to charge water chakra inside him.God dammit, you always do this" but Moustu didn't want to use it now that he already got it started so he might wanna enter the tavern. Moustu heard people screaming so this is real trouble. Moustu unlocked his katana and whipped out the folded steel blade as it reflected the sun light. Moustu ran up the the window and saw two shinobi fighting inside. Moustu saw one which was from Iron and another from Waterfall, That's my target. The glass was shattered and it left open a slot where Moustu could attack. Moustu exhaled as a large mass of a heavy liquid was about to glop on the shinobi from the Waterfall village. Syrup capture field is a heavy, sticky liquid that who ever touches it will be stuck in it like super glue. Using chakra on your feet will have no effect on it and since the man is facing the other way there would be no way for him to detect Moustu approaching or the swarm of liquid heading towards him.

Greed was on top of the rooftop of the building when a loud commotion from a side of the building could be heard. Using his puppet Roach, which had entered through the wind and sprayed the gas, he would see what was causing this greater ruckus. A man with a rather large blade had busted through part of the building and was beginning to destroy its very foundation. He was covered in the orange residue from being inside the gas cloud. Greed could feel the building shake, about to give away to its weakened state. The quick movement of his fingers would cause for Roach to exit the same window it entered and for Greed to jump off this building's rooftop on to another to get away from the harmful debris. His chakra threads remained in tact to do his natural ability to use techniques at long distances. Things were getting interesting.

From this new rooftop Greed could see another male approach the building which was a second from falling on itself. The male busted the window and began to shoot some liquid through it. Surely the man was an idiot for getting so close to the falling building, did he not know he would be caught in the destruction? Greed grinned and moved his fingers to control his other puppet Creeper. He could see from this puppet as well, as he quickly made it come up behind the man as he was spraying the liquid. The puppet would welcome the male shooting a water jutsu into the falling building with a great embrace, opening its body compartment so it would lock him inside and save him from possible damage from the falling building. Why save him from the building? Who knew what this old man was thinking...

Greed was having a blast however. Controlling Roach he would have the puppet extend all five of its blades from its hands and feet and even its head. The puppet would go after the one with the large sword, the one who destroyed the building. The puppet would jump in the air and come down in a dive toward the man in a rapid spin. The blade on its head threatening to pierce the man's forehead like a drill. So much chaos and destruction about now, most at the control of this man's finger tips.

Mr. Eskaru's unorthodox way of taking down the building had cost him some time, but he was nearing the water, "I've got to get there quicker." 'Than why not let go?' The black other said. Mr. Eskaru ignored the shadowy figure, which was now pervading his field of vision. Mr. Eskaru performed a hand-sign, and then performed body flicker, He after using the technique, and getting a nice distance from what he would soon see as a puppet, performed another few hand-signs, and created five Earthen Shadow Clones. They branched off into two groups of three. They were designated Alpha and Beta. He gave on Clone from Beta A katana, and To one of the clones from ALpha he gave his regular Zanbato. The two groups then began their assault of the area. The group designated Alpha which Mr. Eskaru was currently a part of charged forward, following the paths of the Chakra strings, as they had been visible circumstances, but that's when Mr. Eskaru began to chuckle. At that he performed another few hand-signs, and slipped into the ground, eliminating himself from sight, and began channeling through the 'tunnels' he was making and stopped when he was around five meters below the surface of the ground. He began using the magnetic sense endowed to him from the technique, to canvas the battleground, this would be his field hospital as well as mobile command.

Group Beta would concern themselves with The puppet, that was currently tailing Mr. Eskaru. They didn't have a large supply of chakra but they had just enough for the trick up his sleeve. Mr. Eskaru feeling quite faint, as well as slightly euphoric, pulled the soldier ration pill from his pocket, that was wrapped in a wax container. He peeled the wax from it, and popped it into his mouth, and bit into the nourishing, yet horrible tasting pill. 'Let go Stearc, and We'll have such a nice time.' The dark one stated, his vision was dark to begin with, but it seemed like pitch black night currently. "Not yet, I'm close. Hahaha" He said, and then blurted out with laughter. The orange shit that was still on him, had to be some form of Laughing gas, probably that maniacs special blend. He just hoped everything would work out as he planned.

Moustu used his jutsu until it was over and then he was caught in a small, dark area....Am I unconscious? Moustu wasn't thinking and now he was in a collapsed building. Moustu wasn't hurt though, Moustu felt around and he was in a wooden capsule. He could slice it easy with his katana but he doesn't have enough room to do so. Moustu was trapped in a wooden capsule but safe from being crushed. What could happen to him, Moustu knew the abilities of a puppet master and their abilities and that got him frighten. Moustu can be gassed, stabbed, and even exploded, Moustu has to find a way out quick. Moustu was thinking of all his jutsu but none will work, except one maybe. Moustu preformed the tiger hand seal and out of a barrel of water came out another clone of Moustu and kept coming out one by one until there was four. Moustu had them target the Shinobi that wasn't from allied village. With that they all at the same time pulled out a kunai with one hand and a kunai with another. Moustu had one attempt to get Moustu out of the puppet and the other three attack the man. Moustu sent the three as one preformed the tiger hand seal and flickered as the other two approached the man. The remaining Moustu had a trick up his sleeve, they all had. Under each of their clothes and Moustu himself have a large explosive tag placed on their chest. Upon death they will activate causing an explosion, about the size of a pineapple grenade explosion. With that the Moustu was thinking "This man saved my life, what was he up to? Maybe give him a chance, making him angry would result in my death." After that Moustu made the clones stop. The one saving Moustu was looking through rubble while the other ones stopped in front of Greed and the other one behind him about two meters. "Release Me or you will regret it"

Greed smirked he had successfully 'saved' the young man from the falling building. The moment the body compartment locked, with the twitch of his finger, a grey gas was released inside of the puppet called Creeper. Just because he saved the male from his own idiocy didn't mean he was safe from the clutches of Greed. However the young one inside decided to do something of his own. Through Creeper, Greed saw a clone form from water in a barrel about 2 meters away from the puppet. Greed didn't like where this seemed to be going and so with the quick movement of his fingers, Creeper's mouths opened. Yes this puppet had two mouths for it had two faces. With the opening of the mouths, flames extended in a violent stream while the puppet itself began to rapidly spin. This combination would create a blazing inferno ranging 15 meters all around the puppet. Greed would jump from this rooftop which was about 10 meters away, to another which was another 10 meters away as well as 10 meters high. He would now be relying more on his puppet's sight than that of his own body at this distance. This inferno would would have extended 2/3 its full range by the time a second clone was forming from the barrel. The blaze would quickly catch both clones in its flames as well as incinerating everything within its range, even the remains of the destroyed building. Two explosions would occur, Greed wouldn't know its cause. However the result caused an expansion to his puppets inferno that would consume the previous building as a whole and part of the one he was standing upon now. So much destruction about. He would not be worried for Creeper and the man within the puppet, for Creeper is unaffected by the flaming inferno.

Meanwhile, practically at the same time the inferno occurred, Roach would find himself occupied with multiple versions of the one he was pursuing. The puppet would manage to pierce the forehead of one clone with its blade, which was intended for the original. That clone seemed to return to a mud like state upon being pierced, however the rapid spinning of Roach would prevent the mud from getting on the puppet or slowing it down. By this time the effects of Roach's laughing gas should have set in. The gas able to cause violent fits of laughter which would effectively hinder the movements of the man whom the earth clones belonged. In fact this gas' effect is so violent that it would even disrupt chakra flow and concentration, so that he would not be able to maintain his connection with these clones and be unable to successfully use jutsu for awhile. So in mere seconds the other clones all lost shape, falling to the ground in their own puddles. As for the whereabouts of the man himself, Greed did not know nor was he really that much concerned.

Old man Greed lived for the moment and would continue his slaughtering of village people with Roach. After stopping the flow of fire from Creeper, he would open the body compartment with the flick of his fingers, releasing the man he held inside. He just dumped the body into the flames that lingered. Then he would retract his threads connected to Creeper, pulling the puppet away from the fire and toward his current location. Once there Creeper would return to its sealed state as a scroll. Greed would put this scroll where it belonged on his person. He would now just have some last minute fun with Roach as there were still villagers nearby.

(OOC: These are Shadow clones, they don't need a steady flow of chakra from the host to keep active, They have a set amount of chakra when they are formed. They are also capable of performing their own abilities, and jutsu.)

Mr. Eskaru, safely in the confines of mother earth, was feeling magnetic pulses, and of course tremors of buildings falling in on their own supports, from the flam lobbing monster he could no longer see. The only thing he was going on really, was the magnetism, and of course his Clones. He remembered seeing before Going under ground was the puppet which greed called roach, had been swooping all around doing crazy shit, and murking the villagers. He laughed at the faux sight of the villager's death. He was slowly being taken by the dark one. The one who yearned for more than what he, Mr. Eskaru didn't. Bloodshed. 'Come on you know you want a slight taste, you remember the feeling of it rushing from an opponent, who had just been disemboweled. His stomach wrenched open, and that sickly-sweet smell emanating from the Then created flesh Canoe. HAHAHAHAHA' The laughter just then coincided with the slight tremor that ran through Mr. E's body. 'Damn it, what the fuck is up with this guy?' His entire body was clenching up into a knot, he felt another wave of laughter about to hit.

Now lets switch perspectives to what would only have been the Murked Clone, That was only if, it weren't able to act on it's own, but. It can, so let the stupidity commence. The first clone Saw the Puppet thing, moving in on his position, The other two clones, who were only eleven inches away from one another, formed into a triangle, giving the puppet 'roach, a clear target, the one in front, or what we'd all call, the murked clone. so they all began to perform hand-signs. And at the moment of truth, when the puppet was mere inches away. BOOM!!! They all performed the clone great explosion, and since it was an earthen release clone, they blew up with a force, that could easily rend metal and wood right from one another in radius around fifteen meters, since there were three, but they also sent three waves of Earthen shrapnel. IE: Rocks and such.

Moustu was in a tight situation but he was told, "There's always a way out of something" but could this way be death? Moustu always had an impressive agility, it was his gift as a Genin his agility is equal to a Jounin. Moustu heard a large explosion so he knew that his clones were down and flames crackling. Moustu started to hear thumping on the outside but didn't know what it was. Moustu thought it was someone until it got faster and never stopped, he heard sizzling and this can only mean one thing, rain. This was Moustu's lucky chance of survival with a puppet master. Moustu knew the rain couldn't take out the fire but it could somewhat weaken it to lesser damage than before. Moustu waited inside the capsule hearing a battle going on outside, he was safe inside his wooden shell. "Why did the man save me? Was he going to use me as bait or what?" Moustu heard wood and rock hit the shell until it popped open, Moustu faced a large amount of fire, his image was fire which stretched about ten meters from the center which he was facing. Moustu scanned the fire instantly as "DANGER" and that message went straight to his brain. With that Moustu first felt a very hot pain on his body and his body to help defend himself made him do a jutsu. Moustu using his impressive agility was about to use substitution out of the flame with no hand signs needed. Moustu was in a location on top of a smoke shop which was about twenty meters away from he was. Moustu was safe yet again, but he had to finish this bastard off from what he tried to do. If Moustu ran off and the Chuunin failed to kill him, it'll just be Moustu against this man which would be harder so he had to come up with a trap.

Moustu first thought "I gotta get this man or his puppet to stop moving around, even if I catch one that would make it easier on us, and I know just the trick." Moustu tapped a hand seal which summoned one water clone right next to him. Moustu thought "Gotta watch my chakra consumption, can't go over load." but he had no choice. Moustu knew a plan to catch the bastard that tried to kill him. Moustu ran and jumped to the building on his right as the other clone preformed three hand seals and whipped out his katana while charging his water chakra inside. Moustu watched the old man carefully and his puppet control as he dug in his hip pouch for a kunai knife and took the explosive tag off his chest and wrapped it around the handle of the knife. He carefully watched as he also pulled out a smoke bomb in his left hand. As the clone approach the crowd in the middle, he leaped as he was above the building greed was on and which he spit out large amount of again, syrup capture field which would cover the man in a heavy syrup which is unmovable in. Moustu timed the clone so right as he jump Moustu threw the smoke bomb at top of the building Greed stood which would cover his vision, but the clone knew exactly where he was and could follow the chakra string to the puppet. When that happened Moustu only had one choice to do, and that would be wait for any sign of movement of the chakra strings or the life of his clone which entered the smoke screen with a katana. Moustu stood waiting with a kunai with a large explosive tag and a katana in the other hand.

OOC: Shame Moustu :/

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The moment the body compartment locked, with the twitch of his finger, a grey gas was released inside of the puppet called Creeper.

Creeper:Huggle:

Takes effect now ^^

IC: Greed witnessed the destruction of his puppet Roach by some mass explosion involving the mud clones of Eskaru, some distance away from himself. This ended his connection to the puppet. Shame, Greed never expected that to happen. He was now down to one puppet, Creeper, and it was sealed in its scroll now. He was gonna revert to his other shinobi tactics now involving his own body. Just because he used puppets didn't mean he was incapable of fighting on his own. The puppets were just a plus for fun and saving energy.

The rain poured down extinguishing most of the flames caused by Creeper. Looking toward the area, where the puppet had left the shinobi where the flames used to be, Greed saw the shinobi raise himself and then disappear via a substitution. By this time, the effects of Creeper's gas would be setting in. The man would find himself entering a deep slumber. In fact, the male would fall asleep the time he reappeared at his new location atop a smokestack some ways away from the destruction. Greed would spot his reappearance from his higher vantage point. Smirking, Greed would make a hand seal, disappearing with its creation via body flicker. He would reappear by the slumbering shinobi, his katana drawn instantly and coming down toward the shinobi's head as he slept. The blade would pierce the male's head through and through. What could he do to save himself, he was asleep? Once this one was dead, there would be only one left for Greed to have his way with. Where was he anyway? Where ever he is he was definitely having the laugh of his life. The grin of evil remained on old man Greed's face.

Mr. Eskaru was sitting in his little hollow, while the effects of this wonderful/horrible drug where taking place. Mr. E, both thanked and cursed the man for creating such a potent drug. He felt it was drawing to a climax. He would try to move, but instantly cramp up with laughter, it was one of the most horrible sensations he had ever experienced. "Got...to get out of... this ... hahahah... fucking place." he would then proceed to burst out with laughter. It was beginning to make his throat raw.

The two clones from Beta were now approaching the fellow responsible and since their brother's had dealt with the puppet with the laughing gas. They were responsible for the puppet master. They saw a boy flicker up to a smokestack, and proceed to fall asleep. If they were capable of speech, one would have said something about a 'horrible place for a narcoleptic'. They flickered off to the area as well, they still had enough juice for a great explosion, so they performed their hand-seals, about that time, they were twelve inches away from the puppet master now, The one holding the katana, rushed backwards at least seven meters, a somewhat safe distance, but that was all it was allowed, before Dispensable clone, blew himself up, with another great explosion. That would kill anything within a four meter radius, with the sheer size of the explosion, let alone the Shrapnel that would increase the lethality, and also the radius to about ten meters.

Before Moustu can finish off all those actions he was blacking out "Wha?....fuc?" before he could finish off the sentence he passed out. Moustu remembered now, the gas from inside the puppet. He must of ignored it from the situation he was in and now he is fucked, but wait the tag that was on his chest is still active till his death then it will detonate so he still has a chance to kill this man. Moustu was limp and couldn't do anything. As the man stuck his sword in Moustu's head a large bang went off. The explosion was a large tag which would reduce the man to mush from the close distance. Moustu was lucky he was knocked out or he could see and feel the sword but now, everything is just a dream. As the body exploded it would turn Moustu into pretty much a mist and the man as well. Moustu and the old man were most likely dead and out of existence.

DEAD

[Your tag goes off when you're actually dead right? Getting stabbed in the head isn't instant death you know]

Greed's blade entered the male's head, his plan to continue it completely through the head interrupted by the arrival of a clone of the other man. Knowing what this clone was capable of, Greed new this would get bad really quick. He needed to act fast? Removing his hand from his katana's hilt, Greed was making a hand seal. At the same time the clone was making theirs. The vitals of the one who had Greed's katana implanted in his head were dropping fast. Greed's hand seal completed the same time as Eskaru's clone. With his hand seal, Greed disappeared, a flicker. With Eskaru's clone, an explosion. Greed moving at a high speed would avoid the fatal damage, however as he escaped his arms and shoulders pierces by bits of rock. He would be in some pain as he reappeared some 25 meters away, yet in the air, flying toward the side of a building distant from the others. He would crash into some people hanging out there, breaking his fall. The explosion would consume the body of Moustu, which would also just be beginning to explode was its vitals had completely vanished. There was another clone 7 meters away from the clone exploding, however the range of the explosion was increased by its mud body to 10 meters. Therefore that clone would also face the music, as the bits of shrapnel would pierce its body. An explosion expected from that clone as well. So much destruction in mere seconds. Greed did not expect that much, that was for sure. He would need to leave now and recuperate. The old man would scramble away, fighting the pain in his arms, quickly. He would return some day. Yet may the survivors tell the tale of old man Greed.

"Remember the name, Greed" he said in a raspy tone.

[Exit]

(Getting stabbed in the head is an instant death since the force put down and the large blade cutting through my brain would be able to kill. Besides if I were alive it would only be for like three seconds)

Mr. Eskaru, still under the hold of the laughing Gas, tunneled his way back to the surface, after hearing all three explosions go off, The magnetic trace of Greed, as well as Moustu, were both gone as he arrived at the surface. He fell over, as soon as he breached the surface, his stomach was still in knots, but the laughter was ebbing, which was a godsend to some degree. He began stepping through the carnage, stepping over a fallen piece of timber, he found his Zanbato, so he picked it up, raised it up, and slid it into it's holster on his back. There was no telling where the Katana was, but he would continue to look. People began to gather around, and ask him dumb questions, like: "Do you know who that was?" he looked at the man who had voiced up, and laughed. "Why would I know the man who was trying to kill me, and succeeded in killing a comrade?" the question seemed to be filled with a seething anger, but all he could muster was joviality when he spoke. The people looked on in a mixture of humor and hate. They had seen his clones blow up, destroying parts of the village.

He moved over to a higher vantage point, the people, then began to amass around him, almost like, he was some form of messiah. He could see it as such, a village in the midst of turmoil, and then some strange person, usually a rogue of some type, decides to join the fay, to beat back the evil which had tainted the sacred ground where the village stood. He raised his hands to quell the rising voice of the people. "People of Fang, I have come to strip you of your bonds. You will pay no earthly Homage to anyone but your truly. The savior of this great land." Some of the Skeptics looked around trading glances with each other, but the one's who had experienced the sheer psyche breaking force of seeing loved ones slaughtered in front of their eyes, flocked to the man, known as Stearc. "So I ask you, people of Fang. Join the Great country of Iron, and we will have a Country worthy of everyone's Praise. We will Truly be a City upon The Hill!" At that Everyone began to cheer. Mr. Eskaru stepped down, and immediately went to meet with the Village Elder(s). They discussed the Tactical advantage of the Land of Fangs provided the future Empire of Iron. They smoked of the peace pipe, and Stearc took his leave as the New Daimyo of Fang. He would be marching his way to Zion. The Kage-ship, would be given to Layle, However, this promotion would be his.

---Exit---

[Lol you misinterpret what I said. Its not INSTANT death, but it is guaranteed death. So yeah you would live for a very brief moment, the three seconds you say being enough time for a hand seal and the flicker it causes. So yeah, good fight to both you and Eskaru]

(Good fight to you to bro, hope to do it again some time.)