An Agent of Chaos

Kisho took a step to his left, his arm shot out, grabbing the arrow mid air and saying "now now, do you really think that the ping of the bow sting and the whistling of the arrow would go unnoticed"

"Of course not. However, I did think it would cover up the real purpose in that arrow." Tsumi said, weaving three handseals. He chuckled and the arrow exploded, sending wooden shrapnel everywhere. As soon as he had finished that jutsu he made a handseal with one hand, and the fifty-three dead snakes morphed into fifty-three Tsumis, invisible in the dark.

"that was a minor inconvenience" he said as he brushed the wood scraps off himself " come now, you should try harder than that" he listened closely for where the next attack would come from

"Oh I will." Came multiples of his voice from every direction, even above him somehow. A force swiped out at his knees as the sound of four arrows whizzed toward him.

kisho laid back on top of his legs as the arrows passed above him. he than flipped his legs out from under him and jumped up to his feet happily saying "next"

Three clones jumped him from various sides, trying to pile onto him and wrestle him to the ground. Their limbs became elastic, stretching around his body and knotting themselves together to form a net. They then closed in, hoping to catch him in their limb net.

kisho drew his sword and sliced through the net of arms in front of him than walked through the bloody opening as the clones crashed together behind him as he flung the blood of his sword he said "come now, are you even trying to get me"

"Eh. I prefer to toy with my prey first. I have heard stories of a man like you....how....disappointing. I thought you were a bit better than this." Tsumi said, firing a few more arrows toward Kisho. This time however, the arrows carried a few paper bombs, and seemed to spin in mid air.

"well you spoiled my fun and i don't quite feel like fighting until you've proved worth" he seemed to dance around the arrows, slicing through each of the paper bombs without touching the arrows

The arrows seemed to read his movements, moving out of the way of the blade. They were able to maneuver perfectly well in the air, as if controlled by puppet strings. Tsumi's fifty pairs of eyes glittered emerald in the shadows as he watched the man dancing around the arrow-disks.

kisho sheathed his sword and continued to move around the arrows, and after a moment he said "if only i had some music to dance to" he than began to quietly beat-box to himself and began break dancing in the middle of the area, still easily dodging the arrows

The arrows all charged in at once, the paper bombs had been destroyed in the process, but Tsumi wove handseals and caused the arrows to explode with the same effect right over Kisho.

nozomu watched from a pole and yawned. " man, if i wasnt stuck with his stupid capsule...i would have left his student alone." nozomu called to the guy who was fighting the genin. "oi! kisho! stop fighting him and fight me."

kisho stopped dancing, taking a pose that caused most of the scraps of wood to miss him while the rest seemed to bounce right off. looking at the new comer he said "new challenger, come on down" as if he were a game show host

nozomu yawned. " hm....so kisho. im guessing you knew ki...." nozomu called down to kisho as if he was talking about a new price on socks. he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess as always. eveything about him screamed 'weak'

"i guess you could say i knew him" he didn't really bother to get up, just continued to lay there on his side, propping up his head with his arm

"shit." nozomu mumbled. " so thats why i know you.... i shouldve never hung around cemeteries...."

"strange, you claim to know me yet i have no memory of even seeing you" he continued to look at nozomu, trying to see if he could recognize the unfamiliar face

nozomu yawned. " did i say they were my memories?"

'well when a person tends to remember something, it's normally their memories, cause if you hadn't noticed, it's rather hard to have someone else"

"aparently it isnt...." nozomu yawned as dark matter came from his neck and it plopped onto his head. it was a grasshopper. it was also a capsule.

kisho let out a long, drawn out sigh and said "for christ's sake i thought i would be done with willows once ki had died"

"hey! im not a-" nozomu had gotten up quickly and he fell off the pole. getting hit with wooden shrapnel in the head stomach and thigh. he layed face first in the ground. "shit....." he grumbled. "im not a willow....im a zetsubou. just a stupid preists son...."

"i know you aren;t a willow, after spending so much time around them i tend to pick up on things like that" he slowly stood up and brushed himself off "but it seems that i still can't get away from them or their capsules" he pointed at the little grasshopper as rizaado crawled out from inside his coat and rested on his shoulder

the grasshopper didnt say anything. it just turned into a ferret and curled around his neck as he got up. up close, he could see that nozomus pale skin was actually stiched together like a ragdolls. " tell me about it. theres this little girl that likes to choke me with her bare hands and watches me get hanged."