There was something off about the eyes on the shield and the gauntlet. This was something he had noticed initially too when the gauntlet was pushed toward the door and released a spectral orb that created a web-like seal upon the door upon contact. Even now, the moment the spear had been launched, the eye upon the shield had closed, absorbing the impact of the spear before snapping open again and hurled toward the squatted blue-haired man to release a bright green chakra. And with it? The water had stopped flowing, the Sharingan had been nullified, and all chakra capabilities had been turned off. All that remained was a yellow tint that covered
most of the hallway.
“Bitoku..” Kirinji
thought to himself in a frustrated manner, knowing exactly what it was to an extent. Initially he wasn’t worried, but then the realization set in that this version was unlike others he had encountered. It was much more potent and it left behind a tint. This technique seemed to only grow more bothersome the more time he spent here. The blue-haired man's eyes glanced back over the Genma, the eye on the gauntlet facing him as he dug into his pouch of tools.
When there is a will, there is a way. Having lived for so long, he had been in an abundant situation where the cards were against him. Missions or situations, they all required certain levels of discretion or required to be played out in a certain way. It could either be pinning an assassination on another country or making it appear as an accident. There was always some factor or constraint against you and you needed to be adaptable. It was why people like
Izanagi Mebu,
Sam’e Narukagami,
Gilgamesh Oda,
Heiwa Sozo, and himself have managed to live so long in a profession where many die young. They were like water,
formless. Granted none of the factors were facing a transformed beast of this size that could eliminate your ability to synthesize chakra, but even then. Ironically enough, moments like this are when he felt most alive. Kirinji took his hands out of his pouch, yet kept what he had removed hidden. Mere moments after the green chakra had bursted out from the shield, Kirinji appeared to charge toward the Genma at blinding speed before it could initiate whatever it had planned. Instances like this, faced against these circumstances, it was best to go back to one’s roots. Kirinji finally showed his hands if the Genma could accurately see the movements of the man. A heap of shuriken and kunai was released towards the creature at varying angles in sets. There were some that were shot toward the creature, but not directly at it. Behind a majority of the shuriken and kunai launched, a faint trail of a shimmering silver followed behind cocooning the creature before it was even set.
It was beautiful. Each set of actions was done with the utmost grace and that too without the Sharingan. Not a wasted movement found, but even then, there was some tension. It wasn’t in his movements, it wasn’t in his strength, nor was it in his speed. Oddly enough, he was moving at speeds and launching projectiles at strength at rates he had never done before. It was like a
dance, but something was missing. The tension was within him. Despite his calm demeanor, there was some worry. In basic terms, there was some fear of death. Yet it was so much more than that at the same time. There was so much at stake and everyone had their own responsibilities in this war. They were all pillars in a manner and even one falling could jeopardize an entire world of innocent lives. He could feel all the emotions spiraling within his stomach and forming a pit as he continued his assault. The fear of allies being lost, the fear of failing, the fear of death—all emotions that would potentially hinder one and cause them to lose all hope and feel despair was doing the exact opposite for Kirinji. All that emotions instead was fueling him and giving him the energy to push himself even further than he had ever before. How else does one push past their limits? Many do not fear death and they think that it makes them strong. In reality it makes them weak. How can they possibly move faster than possible, fighter longer than possible, without the most powerful impulse of the spirit? As he pushed through his movements, he was hit with a bit of an olfactory hallucination. The scent of cinnamon and firewood eased his mind and brought some sort of comfort. Perhaps, subconsciously, he too wanted
wings.
Thuck! Thuck! Thuck! Clink! Thuck! Thuck! Clink! Clink! Thuck! Clink!
The sound of metal projectiles clashing against one another was most apparent. Yet with it came the sound of these projectiles digging themselves deep into the architecture of the castle, essentially being used as anchors. There was another sound with the rest—almost hidden behind the rest until it became apparent. The shimmering silver was wire wrapping around the Genma before completely securing itself tightly around the beast. The wire itself was strong and heavy, but there was also an added element of Yang to strengthen it way past its normal capacity. Kirinji knew the beasts were strong, this one even stronger, so this surely would inhibit the Genma’s movement just enough. Had the wire wrapped itself around the Genma, the razor sharp wire would dig deep into the muscle and tissue. The
shurikenjutsu had been set and it was as if the creature would be trapped in a deep string of webs up and down its body. The wires would also cover the entirety of the blade and gauntlet, with special focus on the eye and aiming on shattering it completely. That was not all. There was a theory that needed to be tested. As Kirinji had charged up toward the Genma, he had also sent a vicious kick at the shield illuminating the Bitoku Chakra to send it flying toward the back corner of the room causing it to become stuck in the upper corner of the hallway with the eye facing an angled up. Kunai and shuriken were shot toward the shield as well, focused primarily on the eye with intent of breaking the surface and damaging the eye itself. However, the bitoku chakra would just have enough time to influence the kanji sealed door as well. Kirinji had noticed originally that it was not in the radius of the chakra, whether this was done purposely or not was what he wanted to see.
[This section is if the Bitoku has been turned off or if the eye has been crushed]
As soon as the green chakra had disappeared Kirinji raised his hands to his chest and formed a hand seal that had originated from Naraka. Corrupted Oni Chakra began to seep out the right hand of Kirinji as his crimson eyes furrowed in concentration. His right arm moved outwards away from him as if someone was tailoring him for a suit. A lightning bolt fabricated into shape with the form of a claw upon the tip of it as he glared as the trapped creature. The metal wires would serve as a medium to focus the lightning attack even more. It would take mere seconds for the claw to completely materialize and without skipping a beat it was launched toward the creature. The sound of birds chirping would echo throughout the hallway as the bolt moved at blinding speed with the claw focussed center mass of the creature. Just before contact, the technique's name was whispered under his breath
“Oni Genbu: Smithing Bolt of Punishment”. Had the lightning bolt connected with the creature, it would at worst induce the Genma into a constant electrocution resulting in a paralyzed state or at best, completely destroy the muscles and blow the creature into pieces. This would be because of the atmospheric destabilization creating an explosion in the form of a tunnel branching off toward the target. Of course, this was done in moderation due to the environment restrictions. However this was deadly nonetheless. The shockwave from the impact would slightly knock Kirinji off balance as he protected his face with his arm, but he would stand his ground for the most part outside of moving a few steps back.
