The man said nothing as Masuyo declined his offer to let them all go alive. I'm not sure if I can take all three of them out myself... so I must-
he began to think to himself before being interrupted by Masuyo's kunai toss. The man stepped behind the pillar, drawing his sword to deflect the one kunai with the bomb while his other hand grabbed the pepper bomb so that it would detonate in his hand rather than into the air as two more hit the pedestal and the last grazed his side. He caught Masuyo's actions in regards to utilizing the jutsu, the nameless one realizing that she cared very little about this temple's condition as long as she got her goal. It was admirable how deep her devotion to duty ran, but it was also disturbing that this devotion would cause her to desecrate such a holy site. It disgusted him more than anything.
Like a mouse struggling in vain to escape a cat once the cat has broken a leg, the man would shift to try and avoid the worst of the spears as they filled the area. A grunt escaped him and nothing more once he felt numerous shafts of the spears embed themselves within his body. For a moment the only sound that came from the small temple was the sound of a sword clattering to the ground. He had managed to avoid any directly lethal shot, with spears puncturing most of his body except his lungs and heart. He could not move his arms or legs, or even feel them, as one spear had cut his spinal column in half right above the shoulder blades.
The man's eyes flickered open as he lost his sense of feeling for most of his body. Tired eyes scanned the small room as well as his body. The knives were secure, that was all that mattered right now. The pat pat
of his blood hitting the floor was the only thing keeping him conscious, as he now knew what he had to do especially since he was incapable of using his own body. Outside the temple, there would be no sounds for a few seconds. Breaking that silence would be the voice of the now dying man, weak and shaky. "My flesh... my blood... my very soul..."
he began. After these words were spoken, a dull light would begin to emanate from the entrance of the temple. The source of this light was the knives lying on the pedestal, and to any sensors in the area they would sense a sharp spike in the amount of chakra that was currently gathering within the interior of the temple. The source of this chakra was not the dying man inside, however, but rather it would seem to be coming from the ground directly beneath the temple. "I surrender... everything... to protect that... which he entrusted... to his descendants..."
Again, another sharp spike in chakra could be felt. This second spike was not only detectable by sensors however, as the raw amount of chakra surging from the ground underneath the temple gave off waves of pressurized wind similar to those experienced in the beginning stages of a hurricane.
It was probable that the group would not hear the last part of this incantation due to the sound of the wind in their ears, but it would be spoken as well. As the life faded from the nameless man, a few final words would escape his lips as the last of his chakra was expended to perform this unknown technique. "Live again... to protect that... which I could not..."
Upon these final words, he would cease to live as the damage from his earlier fight and this brief one with the chuunin of Konohagakure finally overcame his will to survive.
The last few words caused the pressure from the wind to increase drastically, with small branches and leaves being ripped off of the trees they were on if they were too near. The chakra signature grew once more, focusing now into one spot; the entryway to the temple. The chakra and wind continued for many seconds, with the chakra eventually beginning to turn visible so that even those without the sensory ability could see the mass gathering in front of them.
And then like it had never happened, the wind would cease and the chakra coming from the ground would stop, all at once and with little warning. Almost as if the technique had been cut short by something, but this did not change the effect of this unknown technique that had already presented itself. In front of the entry to this small temple, the chakra would quickly shift into the form of a man and continued to glow a bright orange color. To a sensor, it would feel as if the very embodiment of fire had stricken their senses with how radiant and powerful this chakra was. If it had not been cut short, it would have been utterly stifling to all but the best.
Clothing began to form as the chakra gave color and texture to a man rather than a glowing blob of chakra. Skin, hair, scars, everything would be present. There would be an odd, ethereal glow around this mystery man's form the same color as an intense flame. It was obvious that this was a construct made of chakra due to its creation and this glow, but this did not mean it was any less of a real threat. The man would turn to face the trio of shinobi from Konohagakure slowly, brilliant green eyes bearing down on Masuyo.
He was completely bald, his clothing seemingly belonging to a museum. It was simple in color and design, reminiscent of a monk from the ancient histories of the continent. He had a few visible tattoos on his body, likely being fuuinjutsu of some sort, and stood at a rather impressive height of 6'4". The man's eyes shifted down to his hand as he examined his form, disappointment splaying across his face. "Such a weak bloodline... This is nowhere near what it was meant to be,"
he spoke, disappointment in his tone. For a second time, his eyes would wander to Masuyo's own. "Are you the one who has chosen to defile my temple,"
he asked, this time with a tone being neither happy or angry. It was completely neutral, as if he already knew the answer. Perhaps unnoticed by the group due to his grand entrance was another little fact; the knives from the pedestal had somehow managed to find their way onto the belt this new guardian was wearing without him having entered the temple at all. Just who was this man?
Image of the man: