Shigatsudzuku | Death Follows (Jigoku)

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This should have been executed prior, but the heat of battle poured onto Shiroyasha as driving rains from Hinodegakure ceaselessly intense than any normal shower. Rage for the spirit of the Man-eater blinded his judgement that even the Shinshin Shingan was unable to properly assess a counter from the thrusting blade wounding his mid-section, accompanying the burning Ki effects that opposed his dark composition. Yet, it seemed his face now only grew hideously fearsome as he jolted his neck only slightly in an arch to release a snarl of excruciating pain, terror and further hatred for monk. Shiroyasha hadn't felt such an eye opening infliction of pain since he last remebered previous Shugendo trainings alongside his older half-brother the Senjo no Ookami. The thought alone, as he went stopping from his skid .... burned harder than the blade encased in Ki itself. 

Channeling this immense anger and distaste for the monk, Yoshihide flipped his hands so the exposed sides of his forearms now faced upwards or towards the heavens above. From their opened palms he clenched them tightly into fists, the veins hidden beneath the elongate silks of his spring robe pumped thoroughly with blood. Even the stained silk of his white robe from the intrusion of the blade had not yet been noted. Simultaenously without much conscious thought, the cells and soft tissue of the fast twitch muscles found in his arms and shoulders in their contractions greatly exceeded their normal capacities if not almost by 50%. This meant that his arms were no longer pencil thinned and slim, but became rather meaty and clublike in the matter of a blink of the eye.

Adrenaline now rushing with unstoppable furry with the blade still lodged in at this point, before the monk could manage to think of his next maneuver, even if was already predetermined. One hand latched forth and grabbed the closest wrist to him holding the katana and with the strength of a single ton in a single hand he literally, crushed the wrist until the bone and tendons snapped like a boulder fell onto it. The second hand went wrangling around the man's throat and before the eyes began to feel like they were going to pop out, his maw spread viciously wide in animation flashing a set of forty two supernatural fangs. Lifting the monk as he would a rag doll with the same arm gripped around the throat into the air to dangle as his death approached. A massive uppercut to the gut with the first hand was delivered with the same external force as the ton, all the while still choking the life from the man. 

"Shiroyasha!!! Shihan Shiro!!!"

Words from the approaching Okami clansmen went muted amongst the crisping flames of the reeds in the grasslands, but even if he did hear them …. his feral mind had already consumed him in his bloodlust for this monk and all seemed too late to engage or better yet, prevent the inevitable at this point.

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Edited September 8, 2019 by Etched In Stone

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Before he completed the twisting of the blade so that he might bisect the demon, Komorebi found his right wrist suddenly seized with a vice grip that instantly began to fracture the bones there of despite his enhanced physique; courtesy of his ki channeling through and out of his body. However severe the burns were to the demon, the damage nor the pain was enough to deter him, which was terrifying in it's own right. Growing wide eyed, the swordsman continued to try and push through with his attack as predetermined. Suddenly, Shiroyasha's free hand mimic the same grip upon his wrist; Though this time targeting his throat. Thankfully the ki reinforcing every inch of him kept him from simply having his throat crushed before the actual choke was applied. Though it still hurt, and his breathing was still becoming increasingly hindered as the demon slowly lifted him off of his feet. With his right hand more or less compromised in this moment, Komorebi's eyes locked onto Shiroyasha's, an apparent scowl upon his face as his grit his teeth in protest. 

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While he had a small variety of options, the Monk was certain that there was only one sure way to save his life in this moment. For reinforcements on the demons behalf served no potential benefit to him. The ki washing through out and coating his form suddenly shifted in unison, rapidly hurdling through the left shoulder, and down the length of his arm as he released the grip of his katana. Forming a knife hand, the Monk's lungs burning for air, he swept his arm around from the outside as if he was going to deflect the limb with nothing more than his mundane prowess. Though just before the moment of impact however, all of the energy that seemed to be suddenly vanishing brandished itself upon his left hand from the wrist and beyond the finger tips by about a meter. This sudden construct of ki fashioned in likeness to a blade aimed to cleave into Shiroyasha's choking limb just beyond the wrist. The blade of concentrated ki desperately aimed to not only cut into the demon's arm, but to effectively dismember his choking hand completely.

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On 8/28/2019 at 8:22 PM, Twitterpated said:

Forming a knife hand, the Monk's lungs burning for air, he swept his arm around from the outside as if he was going to deflect the limb with nothing more than his mundane prowess.

How strange was it the twelve Okami shugenja warriors were already amongst the combatants. Six on one side of Komorebi as the remaining six circled for the advantage around Yoshihide. The grip around the Monk's wrist though it was strong enough to shatter the bone from tendon, his clench over the swordsman's neck was not enough. The entire time his ki aura protected him nearly from every corner and there was no breaking it from his spirit. Unwilling to claim defeat drained not only from the blood loss in his gut, but the will of his own becoming overthrown by his primal fury, the beast within slowly was consuming him. Nearly invisible threads of life force of over two hundred pounds of tensile strength webbed from the reinforcements fingertips. In each hand of the shugenja warriors made it sixty in total out of the six men surrounding Komorebi. In their tengu arts these threads were projected to tangle and suppress the knife hand’s debut ability and the rest of his limbs from any further motions. His assault stopping barely mid-air, vibrating with immense energy. Just when the crackles from flame no longer could be heard, it seemed the entire world stopped for just this one moment. The remainder of Okami acted promptly with thin cords of intangible energy in the same manner suppressing both his grips from around the Man-Eater. Halting the battle from any more commencements. Shiroyasha would have never admitted to have met his match, it was evident in the arrival of the highwaymen just who had been the victor. With the blade still lodged it was true, he had taken the most physical damage from the bout. His eyes ignited in protest of acknowledging the interfering clansmen with Komorebi still in the air.

"Release him at once, Shihan you must! We cannot allow this fight to destroy any more than what it has upon the land. These are orders from the Soke, Kenshinobu. It also seesm that a fellow Okami was murdered in the jurisdiction of his outpost."

The alpha finished his words screaming across the crackles of flame burning the grassy fields of Jigoku. The band of shugenja proceeded in retracting the latched hands from Komorebi as the other six worked on drawing away the energy blade formed in the knife hand of the monk. As Shiroyasha's grip finally let up, so did his rage; the infused threads of life force not only impacting any current physical judgements, but any intense emotions from either party were also soon dulled and diminished to calm to their spirit. This bout was viewed rather pointlessly up to now and while their bodies were being puppeted into the commands of the Okami, neither man would have been in control of doing anything with the life force threads attached. The pack leader went following with his words shortly standing furthest from the group of men in a simple Akatsukizukyo crimson robe, four black squares in the formation of a diamond adorned the uniform on the right, pec, sleeves, and back of his haori. He was a clan official from the elitist swordslayer group, the Breaking Dawn. Yoshihide's focus returned to his eyes the moment he regained his natural awareness, staring down to find the pool of blood soaking into his white robe as they flickered in and out of consciousness. His guard now lowered, defenseless, the importance of acquiring the yokai spirit from the Monk drifted from him as a passing wind. His underestimation caused enough damage. Even if he desired to be left to finish what started between he and the Monk the Okami men simply couldn't will it to happen. As the six surrounding the Monk moved further to restrain him with ki infused makeshift cuffs, so did the others go to secure Shiro and tend to his wounds with their healing capabilities. 

"Contain these spreading flames, then head out back to Jigoku with these two."

While simple kuji in water seals were utilized to extinguish the quenching flames abroad the land, half of the group were already in line formation headed back to the Imperial City in captivity of both men. Shiroyasha's wounds were still deep, yet the shugenja plunged the sword from him without scarring more internal organs, then healed what wasn't beyond repair enough to stop the bleeding. As for Komorebi, they'd patch him up after the interrogation waiting for him back into the city. 

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Edited September 16, 2019 by Etched In Stone

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The monk considered the fact that he could in fact break free from the sudden restraints stopping him from removing the demon's appendage. Considered that he was surrounded, and that even if he did break free he wasn't likely to be capable of dispatching all of them. At least, not in his current state. For the sake of nothing but his own survival, his left hand released the energy blade, his right unknowingly to him had also relinquished its grasp on his sword. The only fight in him was the one he had to breath once the demon released his throat. Otherwise he was complying with his captors, at least until he figured out what his next best move was. There was no question in his mind, he would be interrogated and maybe even tortured. Upon review of his case and the details there within, chances were that he'd be executed. An option he'd fail to take sitting down.

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