Stylx's Travel

Stumbling here and there Stylx was coming to his time. His time to die. He wasn't scared, he knew this would happen. The gods and demi-gods put him under a curse: If he lingered to long on the earth, he would die in a matter of days. His scars of paint were fading now, melting clean off his body. This even was inevitable, and it was only a matter of minutes that this demi-god would die.

Kidate, on his way to another village on a peace-keeping mission, noticed the man stumbling. His good nature kicking in, he approached the man and offered him help. Then, he recognized the man. The paint scars were undoubtedly that of Stylx's, an Akatsuki that Kidate had extensive knowledge of. He seemed in pain, but Kidate was sure this would be the only time he would be able to take down this man. A threat to Kumo, and to the world. Kidate would eradicate this pest and he would do it now. He rose the hand he had offered to his shoulder and began channeling chakra. Punching forward, he launched the chakra at the Akatsuki. The chakra expanded into a tornado of slicing wind blades, that would surround Stylx and hopefully tear him to shreds. Not waiting to see if it worked, he turned and stalked off. When he was several feet away he looked over his shoulder and winked at the man. "Too bad you were evil. The paintings were cute." He said in a mocking tone.

Jutsu Used~
Fuuton
Name:Kaze no Yaiba - Sword of Wind
Rank:A
Type:Attack
Effect:Kaze no Yaiba is a Ninjutsu technique utilized by the Sand ninja Baki. After forming the needed hand seal, a cutting whirlwind will envelop his opponent and cut them to pieces. Unlike a real sword which can face resistance, the wind blade will be able to slice with little difficulty.

He was too slow. His body, too weak. He turned around right when he heard this Shinobi, and a solid blade of wind struck through him. The marks raced off him. He was bare and sickened. He eyes started to boil and melt while his skin started evaporating like ghostly steam. He was dead, and the only thing left of him, his marks. They formed a rectangle around the dying body and simply stayed there, in the ground, serving as his coffin.

[[Closed, we have done what needed to be done]]