Death comes to those that wish it.

Azrael took in a deep long breath as he looked out across the village hidden in the mist from his vantage point on a rooftop, having found himself encased in a tomb of ice when he woke he thought for sure that this time he was truly dead. No one was there when he woke, but he knew it was the work of Sayuri, he could sense her chakra all over the room he awoke in. His search for her would end there though, he didn't know where she was all he knew is that she wasn't close. It was impossible to tell how long he was gone considering the ice had kept him from aging, though from the looks of the village it must have been a while. The streets were quiet, which by itself was nothing special, however the lack of chakra signatures in the area was rather disappointing. 'Did we miss the end? Is everyone else gone?' The male wondered to himself as he dropped to the ground from where he was, he couldn't even sense Sero. Though it was possible that the man was just outside of Azrael's range still, it would remind him of when he was younger, before he had met Sayuri and Sero, when he was alone. Azrael would activate his ghosts to walk beside him as he always did when he felt this feeling deep inside him. "We are alone once more it seems, maybe we should leave this place." Azrael would talk to himself as he walked, "No this will be our kingdom now, the Kingdom of Death, as we had always intended it to be." The male would state aloud as he walked, his chakra ghost seemingly echoing his words as he spoke. Azrael would see several civilians running away as him and his ghosts moved down the streets, "look at how they run from us. This will not take long, we will find out what is going on. Then we will find Sayuri and Sero, we know they must be around somewhere, we must find them."

Minding his business Blitz seemed to be out patrolling the night sporting his usual blue and white kimono with his shinobi headband hanging gracefully around his neck upon his hip rested his fathers blade. His eyes and hair matched a similar color of dark blue. A quiet night where so few decided to hang around outside it could have been due to the change of the seasons. These types of nights were cold to those who didn’t come prepared for the harsh weather. To the shinobi himself nothing felt out of the ordinary. He was welcomed with the cold night embraced upon his skin as he felt at home in this cold atmosphere. The night was quiet but as usual in the land of the mist something had to poke out of curiosity walking down the path passing dinners that were lit and full of bodies as he heard the laughter from inside. Stopping for a brief moment to hear the sounds of laughter from the civilians seemed to remind him of something that was worth protecting: was it their happiness or peace of mind that nothing would go wrong. Before taking another step down the path he could hear the sounds and cry of a couple of people running towards his direction passing him by without a second glance by only glancing upon their face he could see the terror and fear that struck into them. They saw or were confronted by someone this was interesting to Blitz heading down the direction the people came from he could see from a distance nothing until a figure appeared not alone but accompanied by some other. Making his way to meet him halfway seemed the best approach due to the fact he was only giving a scare to the people, none seemed injured or hurt, just scared out of their mind. Reminded him of someone else that walked around the village that had the attention of the people causing them to bow their heads if this was an attack in the village he even wondered if he would stand a chance naturally. Walking down the path he began to talk loud enough for the others to hear him or even see his lips moving but it would only help the situation if he kept it calm and direct.

“Are you here to be friend or foe to the nation of the mist? Answer now please.”

As he kept on walking down the path and gazing at the male he studied him closely and the partner that followed him as it appeared to be two of them both similar or maybe not but this encounter did shake his core. From the back of his mind he felt the other watching closely ready to take charge or even ready to take over but this was now a partnership he had agreed on only when he needed the help. He could only doubt the other would hold his word and not take over anytime he thought about it and being weak minded during any confrontation is a chance for the other to move out ahead and push him in the back. Glancing for a little bit at the male and his outfit and persona it was another day for him to handle such lunatics but who was he just another monster or someone lost. Blitz could only grin and giggle a little bit to himself; he could only imagine the village with monsters. Everyone has their own issues but this one was new to him regardless Blitz crossed his arms and remained neutral now standing still blocking the path between him and this figure whoever he was. Without his teachers it seemed better for him to stand on his own hill. It would be a shame to let his new home be invaded and let down the others when they returned. He couldn’t ever repay back her debt but it was simple enough for him to protect her home till it was his time to die.

“I like your companion but if you’re here to cause trouble, say the word and the fight shall begin.”

Azrael wore all black, from his pants to his shirt, even his jacket was pure black contrasting his pure white hair that while normally he would have covered by his hood, he decided to have his hood down and his hair almost shining in the moon light. His eyes would be the only part of his face that could be seen, the lower half covered by his rebreather mask with a wicked smile painted over the front of it. His Kirigakure Hitai-ate fashioned into a belt with it plain to see among his black apparel. The sound of the villagers screaming in fear as he walked down the street was like music to the young Yurei's ears, a Symphany of panic and despair as he moved down the village streets. "See how the run from us, they fear us. We will soon have this place to ourselves, Death shall rule this place." The male's words would be distorted through his mask as he spoke in a whisper, though it would echo from his ghosts as they spoke in unison. The only thing that would make it more enjoyable for the male would be if he had someone to drink, the taste of fear in the blood, there was nothing like it, and the fear here was so palpable that he could already almost taste it in the air. A grin would form on the male's face though hidden by his mask as he watched a man trip as he was fleeing and some of the other villagers just ran over him in their panic. The smell of the fallen man's blood would linger in the air, he wasn't dead, but blood would begin to flow out of the gash that was now on the man's face from where someone had kicked him while fleeing.

Azrael's pace would quicken towards the man, the sight of the blood getting the white-haired man's adrenaline pumping, but he would stop moving at the sight of another man approaching him. One that did not seem to be afraid of him and his ghosts, even called out to them. He had only met two others that did not seem to fear him. The Deva Sayuri and Master Sero, it was quite possible this man was not as easily scared as others, or he could possibly be the third person the young Avatar of Death met that did not fear them. "We seem to have a new guest; shall we make friends." Azrael spoke in a whisper as he turned to look at his ghost next to him, this time his voice not echoing through it. The ghost wouldn't answer but the white-haired male would turn back to the man that stood at the end of the street his head tilting sideways, his red eyes glowing brighter as more of his chakra ghosts would begin to appear throughout the street between Azrael and the other man. He wasn't attempting to hide from the man, in fact it would be easy to see which one were ghosts and which one was the real man, this was merely to test the man's resolve. Too see if he would be scared like the villagers and run or what he would do when confronted with such strangeness.

The fifty, chakra ghosts, that appeared spread out across the street though mere silhouettes and illusions in appearance would all bare the bright glowing eyes of the white-haired man as they stared at the man in front of them. "We are legion, We are Death. This domain is our home, do not blame us for the fear one has of Death. For we are inevitable. Many fear Death, few are willing to stand, and fewer still do we allow to remain." As Azrael spoke in a whisper of a voice distorted by his mask, it would be echoed by the fifty ghosts that stood between him and the other man in unison as he spoke, allowing the man to hear what he said, "Who are you to stand against Death? We have claim to this domain, why would you fight us, we are eternal, we are inevitable." Azrael would only speak, not move to do anything else, even with his multitude of ghost between him and the man he would keep them out of melee range of the man. If he wanted a fight Azrael was more than happy to give him one, though he was more curious as to why he was not scared of the Phantom than anything else.

Watching this male from a good distance it seemed he was about to commit some sort of action but the voice of Blitz caught the attention of the stranger in mere moments after the response was met. Multiple figures seemed to jumble around the area covering the space between the two a hefty number but the number of enemies standing in front of the shinobi did not make him waver. Blitz was serious about this no matter how many people stood in his way he even took a couple more steps forward heading towards this potential trap from a distance he could only observe this male from his eyes to his clothing even catching a little glimpse of the insignia of the village. The conversation was now struck and the job was completed at least to the part of obtaining the attention of this one facing off against the demon himself and seeing the green flames himself there was nothing much to be afraid of after. His own death woke him up from such fears and now each day seemed to be a nightmare but this one in front of him talked about death as if he had control over it. A legion did appear in front of him but nothing more or less was done about it with a crack of neck. If the male wanted to do something he would have been on the move about now but he chose to talk even with the numbers on his side this only kept him on his toes but not too much he’d be ashamed to jump to accusations and force a fight to break out in the middle of the village. Hearing each figure talk in unison was entertaining but the real question he wanted to know is why now and where did he come from if he did want the trouble he would have gone for it but yet he chose to talk. In a way this was most likely his defensive set up to keep the distance away or was this his way of saying he could take out anyone who stood in his way. Walking up even closer than before he stopped only a couple meters away from one of these figures getting a good look at it before starting to speak once more out loud enough to be heard by these replicas and the real body.

“Death doesn’t concern me as long as I live here, this is my home. This is my domain. The fear of dying is known around these parts. I've met people who brought me back from the dead and inflicted more on me to grow. I see the insignia on you now, make your choice..”

The headband that danced around the neck of Blitz was now being held up to the one of the figures the metal on it chipped with multiple layers of scratches, the headband which belonged to the princess herself. He had hoped this was enough to calm down this male from creating a battle but he held it up proudly to also remind himself of who is watching him and his every move. Placing it back down around his neck Blitz could only look past the figure gazing at the caster himself his red eyes poured out into the world but nonetheless he made his way here to see what awaited him. Letting the headband rest upon his chest once more, this was the burden he had to carry for the woman who gave it all to him. He was willing to give up his legs and arms to make sure what she cherished the most remained standing with its people inside of it. Crossing his arms once more he did not move or bat a single eye he was dead set on stopping this guy in his tracks let alone break down the how and why. From the back of his mind he could feel the pressure of the other watching and growing stronger by the second the lust of combat yearned from the inside but as long Blitz remained standing on his own he was fine till the very end. Now it was his time to speak once more allowing the male to understand his position and as it would be better for them to talk it out. Before speaking he let out a little chuckle from under his breath as he thought about the words that were said earlier from the opposing side. It made him think for only a moment before letting him out of his sight or keeping him in sight till someone else knew how to deal with him.

“As long as I carry her headband, her burden is my burden. This village is her burden. The same goes for the shinobi and people that live here. Once more this time under the name of Sayuri herself I’ll plead with you to listen if you truly call this your domain such as I did. Respect my words and calm down if you want bloodlust make your move I’ll make sure to contain and handle you even at the cost of my life. If she can take someone like me in and then there must be a reason for someone like you to be around, the choice is yours.”

Blitz was determined but deep inside he could feel the echoing of his words as he could only grin awaiting for a reply he even decided to walk around the figure in front of him making his way. Into the crowded area of enemies slowly walking towards the real threat who summoned such replicas his hands by his side as his sword remained sheathed swaying upon his belt with each step he took. Facing off against such people early in his life as a ninja only steeled his emotions and mindset death knocked on his door once and it left without taking his life but leaving him shattered and destroyed mentality. Only to leave him alive with a small parting gift embedded into his mind his smile itself grew into a small grin as he chuckled a little more making his way past the figures avoiding all touch and keeping a good distance between each one. This threat had to be handled one way or another but the shinobi insisted on talking no good would come out of the battle instead hate for one another this he thought of repeatedly stopping in his tracks leaving a good portion of figures between the two he crossed his arms once more. Annoyed but anxious to find out what type of response he would receive, it only made him more excited to think of combat as he got a better look the closer he got from the mask of the male to his clothing it all seemed to interest him. Dressed like a monster the clothing on him promoted fear even with a twisted smile upon the mask it was his own way of protecting himself but also allowing himself to run rampant like he was clearly unchecked.

“Earlier you asked me who I was, the answer is I am Blitz…Do well to keep the name in that head of yours now my turn to ask the questions.. Will you calm down now? Or is it blood that you truly seek? If so, have my blood but you’ll have to work for it.”

The smile would fade from behind the mask of the white haired man, slowly turning into a frown. The man didn't seem scared at all, in fact he even stepped closer to one of his ghosts. 'It's no fun when they are scared,' Azrael would think to himself as he watched the man before him. Though the man before him would no longer be viewed as a play thing for Azrael, it would move him into a new category within the phantoms mind. A curiousity. There were very few things that Azrael would find interesting outside of scaring people, now this man would be one of those things. He wondered just what made the man not afraid, perhaps he could study the man, find out what makes him tick.

Azrael's train of thought would be interrupted by the man's words, he spoke of having died before and returning, however it wasn't until the man held up a headband that a reaction would be seen. As the man held up the headband a few of the chakra ghost would flicker, even from the distance he was away from the man Azrael could sense the faint residue of Sayuri's chakra signature upon the headband. "Deva..." The words escaped his lips as a soft whisper that his ghost did not echo, his eyes would briefly flash with anger, 'what did he do to her!' He could feel the rage building inside of him, though just before Azrael was about to cast a genjutsu the man continued to speak. The man spoke of the kindness that only those that truly knew his Deva understood about her, as he continued more of the chakra ghost would flicker from existence. Could what he is saying hold merit? If he was indeed an ally of his Deva, then by no means would he be allowed to harm the man. However, it could also be a trick, and attempt to let his guard down. There would be only one way Azrael could know for sure, and only one way he would be willing to take the man at his words.

As the man moved closer to Azrael through the now thinned out cluster of chakra ghost, Azrael would watch him through an intense stare. Should the man try to attack him he would be ready to strike with a genjutsu, though he did not want it to come to that if the man's words were true. As the man introduced himself and spoke a sneer would form beneath his mask, "If we wished you harm, we need not resort to such barbaric means. We would have ended you before you approached, however you spoke of this one's Deva, this one is curious." Though the remaining ghosts would echo his words at the beginning as he spoke, they would stop at the word however and only Azrael would continue, calling himself 'this one'. Now the remaining Chakra Ghosts would all disappear as Azrael's blood red eye would stare the man down, "this one would like to know if you speak true, however this one knows you not, therefore this one cannot trust." Azrael would begin to slowly step forward toward the other man, mimicking him with his hands open and on his sides with his palms facing the man to show him the same thing Azrael wanted to believe the man was showing him, though he didn't need his hands for all of his techniques, so if the man tried anything he would be ready. "There is a way for this one to learn if your words are true, a way for this one too see through your eyes, to feel what you feel and to know what you know." Azrael would carefully position himself just out of arm's reach from the man, "you must open your mind to this one, allow this one to see all you are. It is the only way this one can trust." Azrael's glowing red eyes would look the man over before adding, "this one does not like to be lied to, if this one finds your words false. This one will end you from within." Of course if the man did not agree to open his mind to Azrael then the young ghost would be left with no reason other than the man hiding something from him.

If Blitz agreed then without hesitation Azrael would instantly cast A Ghost's Embrace, while he had originally designed it so that he could imprint a portion of himself with his Deva, he had also found it to be a easy way to find out if someone is lying. Once Azrael was imprinted in the man's mind, he would hear Azrael's whisper of a voice within his head. "Now show this one the truth, how do you know this one's Deva." though he would be focused on the man's memories of Sayuri, Azrael would have access to everything within the man's mind, every memory the man had since birth would be at the Ghost's finger tips. Able to see the truth or lies behind the man's words with no filter, so long as the man had spoke true then Azrael would see it and leave the man's mind and server the connection once he got the information he needed from the man.

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Possible Jutsu?:

It was a simple request but he had no idea if it was actually going to work around him. The ghost began to fade but the one who commanded them seemed to be in a better mood than he always was when they first encountered. His simple request was now being met with another simple request. The only thing he could hope was that the others would mind his business while this was going on but it had seemed this mysterious shinobi was going to meet him regardless he requested that he could feel and learn the truth about Blitz. A request such as this only made him chuckle to himself but a simple request was met and he listened, opening both of his hands up to the male he revealed nothing in his own hands as a sign of trust. From the way he responded earlier it seemed the best to be honest especially if the one in front of him was always on his side. His grin grew a little but he decided to allow the male to get closer allowing him to understand that they both were allies but it was up too him what he chose to believe in but for his own safety and that of other it was best for him to let him know what he was getting into by allowing him to see for himself. He could feel the pressure squeezing behind his head but it was time for the truth to come out as his own demon seemed to prepare for what's to come. Allowing the shinobi into his mind he could hear the words echoing into his mind as it played the memories for both of them to watch. It was a simple introduction as it showed Blitz looking down upon the village of the mist. Watching him turn to his right and left then behind him he could only see her figure staring down upon him at the time in the memory Blitz was younger and by the looks of it beaten and bloodied. Barely surviving the attack and onslaught of his tiny village he was the sole survivor but that didn’t matter at this rate the other shinobi saw for himself as the princess dragged Blitz into her village. As it was asked this is how they met and this how it started for him owing his life to her but it was the only thing that he seemed fit to share well for the time being. From the back of his mind it seemed the pressure increased and it finally had enough causing himself to manifest in the vast space of his mind.

“Blitz allowed you in? This idiot is risking it all to prove to you that you both should not fight.. As his guardian I shall watch over you..”

What seemed to appear to be Blitz stood a distance away from the shinobi watching the memories but also watching him these were new to Burittsu such memories of Blitz before they’re fateful encounter. Not even a grin or smile unlike his counterpart this being was the creation of his death but he considered that the other would soon see for himself if he truly cared to learn but none of that was his concern. Burittsu now stood there watching this man closely but did not waver a single bit. He was there to protect the mind of Blitz no matter the evil but as he heard from the outside he simply wanted to know if he spoke the truth with a single point down he encouraged the male to continue watching the memories that swirled around in the mind of the shinobi. From eyes to facial features all the same as the original but mindset and attitude was his own thing this being that resided deep in the mind of Blitz always scratching at him and attempting to get an ounce of freedom for himself was only his other personality. A constant nightmare and reminder to Blitz that death was no feat to overcome without some permanent damage. Letting this man inside was a dangerous game but there was no lie in the words that came out the shinobi's mouth. The other only wanted to simply see if what he was saying was true risking a mental battle was dangerous enough but Blitz wasn’t the only one at risk of losing something during all this because the truth was spoken out loud. Burittsu was only there to make sure the truth from the other side remained just as that, only wanting to see for himself if this was all true or a lie. Such a risk was taken but it seemed Blitz was trusting of both parties, one to watch over and other to keep their word; it was only communication that was lacking but he had hoped this would settle the score.

“Now that you met both of us.. Ask him again what is it you want to know.. I shall watch over till you’re done getting the information that you seek.. Calling her “Deva” is an interesting title for her. Care to tell me who you are? If not, when we're done here I’ll make sure he asks you himself..”

As the man allowed him to imprint into his mind, Azrael wasted little time. Instantly he would be flooded with the man's memories, seeing his Deva through another man's eyes, as well as other memories including some that looked old and dark as if the man had locked them away or buried them. This would also be met with another presence in his exploration, though similar to the man, Azrael would know they were not the same. Even if they were in the man's mind, Azrael was in control thanks to his genjutsu, and while he could have forced the new presence to leave, he found it rather interesting, and from what Azrael had already seen from the man's memories, Azrael found himself liking the inner man rather than the outer one. 'Perhaps this one could figure out a way to switch them, then that would be fun.' Azrael thought as he studied the being in front of him. It was a dark presence like himself, he seemed less talkative than the other one was and more ready for action. 'This must be the reason the man, does not fear this one.' Azrael thought as he continued to explore the man's mind. The memory the man had with Sero he would find intriguing, so this man knew not only his Deva but his Master as well. As he finished the other presence would again speak, Azrael would remain silent at first simply staring at the being in front of him, before finally speaking. "This one has already told the other who we are, this one will not repeat again." Azrael would whisper softly as he spoke, "This one calls her Deva, as she is of the Divine, and she walks this Mortal Plane. You should find yourself fortunate that Deva has blessed you, for that is the only reason this one does not kill you." Azrael stated in reply to the being saying it was an interesting title for her, before turning away from the being. "This one is done; the truth is known."

Azrael would end his technique severing the connection with the man before looking at the man on the outside once more. "The Truth was spoken; this one apologizes to the one blessed by Deva. This one must know, where is Deva?" His voice still a whisper as it was before. "Where is Master Sero?"

Azrael would stop talking as at the far edge of his chakra sense he would feel the familiar presence of Sero, "Master." would be all he would utter before walking away from Blitz headed for the Kaguya clan district.

{Exit Thread}

As the recent thoughts were being played Blitz could only relax in the embrace that nothing would happen to cause any harm. It felt as if he was in there for only a brief moment but it was clear. That all the information that was needed from him was gathered as he got an apology plus another question. It was all reassuring knowing that nothing had turned sour but it did bid the question of wondering if he saw the truth himself. Burittsu could only smile to himself as he thought to himself this would start to be a problem but it didn’t surprise him once the name of the demon slipped out. The green flames awaited him once again it seemed and once more another piece of the board revealed himself another odd one out of the bunch who lived in this village. In a sense the people who he met till now all imposed their own will into the world it was easily seen from his point of view these people could tower down a nation if dared all this made him even wonder if he was even fit to be in this company. But for the woman that gave him a home he had no choice but to excel and become a familiar to the people and land but a monster and devil on the battlefield. In a way this was the only life he knew from survival to shinobi now he shadows monsters who grow in front of him daily but also challenges himself with his own demon. Such a thought lingered in his head but he didn’t even have a chance to respond personally thinking too much on the matter he zoned himself in but it had seemed the stranger was on the move. Blitz minding his own business could only see the male walking away probably towards the one he called master regardless he could not let a person such as this walk unchecked in the village. He could only assume with the abilities the one in front of him showed early he had a way of finding the people he was looking for an interesting person this way someone new but dangerous like the rest. Without a doubt he made good to follow him and keep a good close distance between him and the male as now one else should have to fear him on this day especially in their own home.

“Let’s find out what awaits..”

*Exit Thread.*