One Hand is all it Takes

The air was brisk, cold and made him shutter. The lights of the
bustling village flickered in the night, and the glow of the neon signs intrigued him. This was the part of town that he didn't like coming too, because the mist here was stronger then any other in the actual entirety of the village. On this particular day, he had wanted to invest most of his time in gaining power over a new technique. One that he had not held in his control for some time. He decided to get dressed, and he did so. The gloves
of leather tight and secure. His hands on the hilt of his blade, and a round circular object placed over his face of
jet black, making a sort of mask neatly over his eyes. He did not wish to see the
horrors of the normal world. He had experienced most of them first
hand. The Seven Swords became the layers of his life, and he knew all too well the hatred he felt for people who disrespected his blade.

He had his onyx
and jade hair blowing back violently. Someone could bet he was going a good 126mph across the rooftops of this massive and heavily foggy Village. The sign creeps up on him. His slick black uniform, fully optimized and customized to carry his weapon around with him to any
location. It was his alternative wear for nights like these. Where he didn't wish to be discovered by the locals. He never had to spend
money this way. Due to his special optimized suit, it was powered by energy which allowed for it to heave around the blade without being ruined. To do so it had to run on power. The fuel cells where bright green. They flashed as Ouroboros was seen moving around town without much effort. He didn't have sandals. He wore special shoes. No traction however, he prefers the
looseness of the grip to the constant handling that might cause him to leap a little better. He had heard a loud beeping noise and a roar of
a mighty creature. Thus, he became startled.

He gave a
glare out the side of his mask. A rather large Bird, known as a Crowlizard was behind him
honking loud. Sometimes these animals liked to infiltrate the village to steal pets and animals for meals. He knew who it was and he gave a smirk reaching his left hand behind his head, sliding out his blade. He pulled out the weapon that was not his fabled swordsman weapon. Rather an everyday run of the mill Katana. He pointed it behind
him and he concentrated. Believing that he could use the hydration technique finally, he felt his arm liquefy and upon that happened he fired his hand outwards. The Crowlizard swerved left and right, making
loud searching noises as it speed up. Crushing against some of the buildings, but leaving no major damage. He
sniffed, the smell of gas had filled the air, ah how the stench made
him sick. It was foul and seemed to be coming from the Crowlizard. He fired
more, this time it was precise as his blade blasted through the eye
of the 18-eyed beast.

The action was hard, fast, and devoid of
feelings. It was a cold hard and brutal string of actions, piercing threw the Crowlizards face. A loud shout could be heard. The skin of the fat beast peeled. Revealing a disgusting, and disfigured black slime face. Yes,
it was a fully grown beast. Those Adult Crowlizards had shedding problems out the ass. The foul beasts desire his chakra apparently. He must of not paid attention because he was clearly leaping on trees now. Apparently he had already exited the village. Which is why he hated the nighttime, you could not see where you where going. After all
the Hand of Kirigakure had accumulated the necessary amount of treats(He never left home without his fried meats) to
be hunted by this class of animal. It was not alone however. Several of these Crowlizards erected from the heart of the fog. He grinned and fired
back at them as he continued to make his away around the forest. Attempting to find his way back to the village.

The Crowlizards continued to try and fire there gooey spit at
him. He cleverly out maneuvered them. He chuckled as two of them fill
with blood, toppling over and dieing. He Shot again as some other shinobi from the village
appeared. Hunter-Nin who happened to be out for a stroll on this night, must of heard the combined screeching of these beasts. They didn't notice the Crowlizards however for they where apparently blind. To blind
to realize the Danger they would face if they didn't leave the area.
He figured out a plan and he shot at one of the trees barks, letting it topple over and fall on three of the Crowlizards. God, the
pain in his arm from always shooting behind him. The Adult Crowlizard had
collapsed making a nice road block stopping the Hunter-Nin in there tracks.
Once they realized what was going on, they changed their minds about helping and went off somewhere else. He continued forward, until he made it back to the walls of the village. He leaped forward, and turned into a subsection of the village. The rather large green sign,
with its white letters, stated that he was near the main street.

In
exactly one hour he had reached the dirt road that his old master Zoden
told him about. He ran up the path and found a rather large shrine.
He Looked around the brush and the trees. He Blinked in confusion at
the near empty shrine and he broke in. He found his way around this
epic location. He then noticed a trail, he followed it to the back of the shrine. A
large elegant statue awaited him. He waited out front of it as he rested against a tree.
He leaned against it. He began to think to himself. He had wondered if
maybe, the one he heard rumors about would be there. He swallowed hard,
he didn't know if anyone would come out and be friendly or not. But no one did come out. All that happened was a reflection from the sunlight hit the statue and words appeared. {To Master Hydration, one must accept the will of the Leviathan.} He looked at the words and he was puzzled. What could it possibly have meant.