“An oasis from the very gods that silenced you, they must not like that.” Kirinji remarked, thinking back to that one line Izanagi had said long ago. “I always knew you relished in your privacy, but to go to this extent is quite an extreme.” There was a pause before he spoke again and Kirinji thought to himself: He didn’t know what Izanagi had to go through. To say “voices in his head” had a stigma to it, he wasn’t crazy, but to not go crazy under the type of scrutiny he faces with the mixed judgment of the people he tries to protect and still remain strong—one could imagine the will power and energy it consumes. “But necessary nonetheless. What’s the cost of using this energy source?” Kirinji looked Izanagi up and down. They both knew there had to be some cost. Chakra drained one’s stamina, Hadou was emotion based with the possibility to lose oneself, even Senjutsu had its cost, yet high requirements.
When Izanagi mentioned the restriction he had set upon himself, Kirinji couldn’t help but chuckle. He always had a theory that this was the case. Whenever Izanagi had gone into any battle, had the opponent decided to continue through with this fight, there always seemed to be a sort of fluidity to Izanagi’s approach. It did not matter whether there was one or one hundred, the result was always the same, but it was how easy it looked. A smoothness and fluidity in movement and decision making, no wasted efforts. Always looking as if he was levels above the rest. The way Kirinji had chuckled, Izanagi would note that there was some sort of annoyance in it. It was one thing to believe and assume, it was an entirely different thing when it was reality.
Izanagi then shifted into his stance and in response Kirinji shifted into his own. Izanagi’s was odd in the sense he had not seen him take this sort of stance before. Right foot back into an L stance, his body slightly turned due to the left shoulder forward, but his hands at his side. All full of openings, but Kirinji knew better. At this level, there was no such thing. These were baits. In return, Izanagi would more than likely find Kirinji’s stance abnormal as well. His right arm up in front of him with a slight bend at the elbows with his palm facing Izanagi. Meanwhile his right foot went inched forward as he slightly lowered himself. His free hand seemed to hide behind the thigh of his left leg. It was odd because — it mimicked the Gentle Fist stance to an extent. This stance from an Uchiha was odd, yet not improbable.
They both settled into their stance at the same time and without skipping a beat, Kirinji reached out into the pouch and pulled out three kunai, charged with radiant golden chakra and shot them all out toward Izanagi in meticulous fashion. The first one beamed dead center like a dart toward Izanagi’s dome, but perhaps it could reach its final destination the sound of metal-on-metal collision would echo and change its trajectory alongside the second one thrown and its path replaced by the last. Now it was moving to the outside of Izanagi barely an inch from hitting his shoulders. Before it could even fully pass, Kirinji had displaced himself to Izanagi’s left shoulder with a vicious uppercut to the chin. This would come from his right hand as his left hand would stay close to his face as protection. His body lowered as he used kinetic linking in his muscles to formulate optimal use of his strength using his wide base, with Izanagi’s forward leg forward middle with enough space to avoid a knee, and legs as leverage. He was not punching at Izanagi, he was trying to punch through him. This was the type of strength where Izanagi would need surgery to correct the damage done.
