Fox Hunt [Plot]

[Zaraki ☣Inari]

→ "Guess i win." Shintai at his throat, this was position in the shinobi world was a clear defeat - total domination. In some cases, something he's never had the pleasure of feeling, and if he did by some forgettable moment, it was only forgettable due to the feeling of losing was never instilled into him, even in that position. When Satori responded, he replied, "That's right, now admit defeat." Using sleight of hand and being so close, he slapped a technique formula on Satori's back shinobi pouch, he knew that it wasn't going to end so easy, especially if Satori was as strong willed as he suspected. With a shock to his body, deliver a moment of disruption, his vision shuddered and suddenly a piles of leaves surrounded them and flew away.

Satori's words registered, but it didn't matter. He felt something wrong with his body, and then at the corner of his eyes, he could see a silhouette turn into a clear and recognizable figure, "M-Mother..." There she was in a proper ceremonial attire that she would don on during their praying sessions to the Inari Guardian Spirits and the Inari himself, as well as blessing him for his future. Her face bore a smile, and her eyes were as honest as day itself. "H-How...?"

"Because, my dear son, you didn't save..." her words were soft and tender, and then a shadow appeared behind her and soon she was penetrated by a Katana through her heart, two streams of blood gushing from each side of her lips and the penetrated section soon being surrounded in blood itself as the clothes soaked it in. His eyes widened as the figure behind her became as recognizable as the day itself.

"You..." His shintai dropped, and he received a sudden headache from the sight. He dropped his shintai and held his head in pain, "No...you're dead. I know...you're dead, I know. I KNOW! I..." His mouth soon became engulfed in blood, similar to his mother with two solid streams, and his vision slowly begun to deteriorate, and it hit him. Genjutsu. A cruel one at that. It was what he sensed earlier, a technique he knew all too well, and the scene itself could only give reason it was a Genjutsu.

Release!

The entire scene faded out of existence, including the blood upon his lips, and he staggered to get control, tired - mentally tired. He scoffed, "That's a cruel Jutsu. Hehe." He tried to play it off as if he didn't just have a mental breakdown from a low level Genjutsu which he could utilize himself, and perhaps half of the shinobi world, the most common and most cruel Genjutsu in the world, and yet, it's the most effective. "Let's finish this."

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[Uchiha Satori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Vrs56.png); border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #222222;] His jutsu had had the desired effect. Inari became distracted by the Genjutsu, allowing him to slip away. Sato immediately widened the gap between them by backpedaling, ending at a final distance of [10 meters] away. But this time wasn't wasted, Satori reached into the tool pouch on his right and pulled out the ninja wire again, wrapping it around the pommel of the Fuuma Shuriken located at his back. Once that was secure, he looked down to unhook it, only to notice something out of the corner of his eye. His Sharingan picked up a disturbance- there was a marking created with Inari's chakra on his clothing. Satori simply clicked his tongue, unable to do anything about the seal on account of his incompetence as far as Fuuinjutsu went. Satori deactivated the Sharingan and unhooked the Fuuma Shuriken, grabbing it's underside with his free hand while yanking it up to cut off the offending ninja pouch. Once it was severed and had fallen to the ground, Satori punted it [7 meters] to the left. Although without the Sharingan, he was incapable of telling whether or not that had successfully rid himself of that seal, but there was no time to dwell on that- he had to act quickly before Inari snapped out of the Genjutsu. After finishing that, he uncollapsed the blade before flinging it at Inari, snapping off a quick series of handseals while it was still in midair to cast one final Genjutsu, coating the weapon in chakra and rendering it invisible. By this time, Inari had broken the Genjutsu and stated that they should end this. Satori simply smirked and twitched his fingers, changing the target of the shuriken from Inari's neck to his right shoulder. "I agree...!". But even as Sato said that, he was waivering slightly from a severe lack of chakra- to the point where he wasn't capable of even maintaining the Sharingan. Success or fail, this was his final ploy. [Dialogue Color]: EE1800 [Word Count]: [2,500/2,500] [Techniques Used]: [Chakra Reserves]: [Inventory]: — give in, to the shadows that keep calling for you tonight obey the shadows cry

[Zaraki ☣Inari]

→ "Let's finish this." The hostility in his voice resounded in the flat plain of grass they were currently in. It reverberated through the air, bounced off surfaces and dissipated, but before that occurred, Inari, the one who created such a strong voice, heard the tone of his voice and a brief but quick flashback brought him to the brink. It was at this moment that he almost released killing intent for the third time in his life, but he didn't. Satori's face, his form, his eyes, and his voice snapped Inari back into reality and into his normal self.

He let out a chuckle as he turned to see the shuriken fly into the air, his posture completely upright as if he'd given up on the battle, and then it disappeared, and to his shock, his body reacted - Genjutsu. Satori was very adapt at Genjutsu, he must have a talent in it. He thought as he picked up his Shintai, completely disregarding the disappearance as with the Genjutsu up, he had to rely on sound, and it sounded near by getting loud, he jumped backwards, his shift getting lifted up and cut slightly by the spinning blades, and his upper torso getting a small slice where it met with the shirt. Ouch.

He kept jumping back, and waved his hand to Satori as if saying hello trying to get his attention. "Lets call it a draw! I'm running on empty!" He shouted trying to reach Satori from his distance, he placed his Shintai in its solitary holder and once again utilized:

Release!

He didn't want to call it a draw because he couldn't win, no, he wanted to call it a draw before he did. That Genjutsu really brought something out of Inari he hadn't seen in so long, and something he wanted to forget. At least he realized why he hated fighting, and if it came to fighting with Daishin, he knows he'll just run as he wasn't mentally ready to fight with someone to the death, albeit this was a spar - it showed his resolve was anything but solid when it came to fighting. Anything but...

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[Uchiha Satori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Vrs56.png); border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #222222;] Satori's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt the blade meet flesh. It was only a graze, but those were the most painful. Still, that impact was enough for the Genjutsu to fade, revealing the Fuuma Shuriken's form. The Uchiha was already wiggling his fingers, getting ready to redirect the spinning shuriken back at the White Fox... but then he called for a stalemate. In response, Sato redirected the shuriken down, causing it to bury itself in the ground some [2 meters] away from Inari. He smiled slightly and brought his shoulders up in an exaggerated shrug, "Sure. I hope you're more trustworthy than I am, though." He was referring to the earlier ploy, seemingly surrendering when in reality he was preparing a Genjutsu. Since the fight seemed to be over, Satori slowly made his way over to the tool pouch that he'd cut off earlier and picked it up, then moved around the clearing, reclaiming all of the tools that he'd used during the spar. But while he was trying to pull the Fuuma Shuriken out of the ground, it hit him. "Inari... that warping jutsu of yours. There's a summoning seal on the pommel of that knife, and you use it to summon yourself?" That would also have explained the seal that he'd seen on his pouch with the Sharingan. Once all of the tools were collected, he moved closer to Inari, still holding the one severed pouch in his hand. "If you give me one of those knives, I can place it by the scroll later tonight. Then you'd be free to go in, grab it, and warp out. Of course... that would require you trusting me enough to not just have you come into a room full of ANBU." He shrugged to emphasize the notion that he really didn't care either way. [Dialogue Color]: EE1800 [Word Count]: [2,500/2,500] [Techniques Used]: [Chakra Reserves]: [Inventory]: — give in, to the shadows that keep calling for you tonight obey the shadows cry

[Zaraki ☣Inari]

→ He made a spatting motion, as if he wanted to vomit, his body hurted. Albeit he didn't receive any direct blunt force hits, he suffered from a slash at the last second from a massive shuriken, wasted quite a bit of chakra, and injured his hand to the point where it leaked blood. From one perspective, it would seem that he'd lost, and it was indeed a lost on his part. He took more injuries, while his opponent took only one towards the shoulder, and despite him having the capability to end his life, he would still be considered the loser of this Kumite.

He took steps towards Satori to lessen the distance so that they can engage properly in a chat, and as he did, he removed his ripped finger-less gloves that showed where the makeshift brassknuckle penetrated his skin. Now that he thinks about it, he wondered how Satori held up that Shuriken like he did, seeing as it's an all-sided blade type weapon, if he held it like that, wouldn't it rip through his palm? He wanted to check Satori's palm for any blood marks, perhaps he did get injured beyond the shoulder, then it might actually be a draw.

When Satori said that comment about truth worthiness, Inari flinched, remembering the genjutsu that was inhibited into his system, and due to the shock he'd forgot that his body's natural defenses had warned him for a brief time. If it was a kill or be killed moment, that never would've happened, hell, he would've already won and actually fought with killing intent. Anyhow, Satori picked up his tool bag and the tag disappeared, of Inari's will of course, the only way to actually remove the seal. His assumption was correct but far off, if he'd had to explain the mechanics behind his technique, Satori probably wouldn't understand the intricate details required to summon, or maybe he would.

Not to mention, his offer sounded pleasing, so without a respond, he chucked the Shintai towards Satori - if he didn't trust him in the first place, he wouldn't have given his location as to where he'd be. And if he would do something like that, this place would've already been surrounded by ANBU, and Inari would've already gone.

"Thanks, that'll be helpful. I'll be gone for about a month, so in 27 days at 4:00 A.M, i'll pick it up then." He paused, looking at his hand and seeing it bleed, blood...it's been so long since he's seen blood, and his mouth slightly snared displaying Inari's abnormal canines that seem to have been sharpened - giving him a true appearance of a fox. However, it passed in seconds, and he looked at Satori. "Well, i'll see you then. Be safe, and...don't die. K?" He would walk back towards the shrine and away, leaving from the area and disappearing into the leaves, if he could.

[EXIT]

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