It had been a long time since Tama stepped foot so deep in the caverns. The old paths still held up well despite the fact that everything had been either destroyed or at the very least burnt. As the scientist calmly walked the streets his eyes swept over everything in surveyance. His face had taken on the form of an elder at the moment despite the fact that he currently had the power to revert back to his youth. He wore a long black cloak that seemed to have the illusion of absorbing darkness as a special optical trick had been woven into it in the form of a strange pattern. A hood was lifted to cover his face though he doubt that anyone would recognize him.
Tama had learned a few things about himself during his first battle in over a year with amnesia. For one a lot of this body’s techniques were so well trained into his muscles that most of the ninjutsu he used was reflex. Bits and pieces of stronger techniques were in his head as well but using those came with a risk; though as long as he didn’t use too much chakra it usually preformed well enough. Realizing that his body and mind was once very gifted with the art of ninjutsu allowed him to create a technique that tapped into the core of his chakra’s power.
Those who had the latent ability to sense a power of an Ancient, and see chakra, would be able to see the faint hints that flowed through him naturally. His natural curiosity made him wonder just how much of this power he could pull out. Could he actually use it to become an Ancient if even for a brief moment? Would his body be able to hold up such power for very long? If it could for how long? There was a ton of things to learn about the power his father accidentally stoked back up but he had no way of testing or confirming any of them until that mysterious dossier slid onto his living room carpet.
That fight broke his pride a little. It showed him just how weak he still was and the disadvantage of taking back his youthful form. Its bloodlust was ridiculous in to the point that it almost got him killed and he had to use a technique that he had just thought up. He had no real proof that it would work and even if it had miraculously worked it still could of killed him. Truth be told it almost did. The cost he used to draw that power out so quickly aged his body again; and it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience reversing to young and then old again in the span of a few weeks. With this form he had a far better mind to speak with and he would need all of his wits about him if he was going to appeal to the greater forces of Sunagakure.
His booted feet treaded softly down the broken streets, buildings, and finally a secret path hidden below an old bar before he came upon the destroyed bridge deep inside the caverns. It was night time outside and the cavern was lit by the moonlight outside being reflected in by a series of cleverly placed mirrors throughout the entire cave. It was cloudy night so the castle that was situated in the middle of the cavern would blink in and out of sight. He could still see the utter destruction he had caused this place some years ago with the help of Uzumoreru Toushin. The cries of the slain assassin clan still rang in his ears as bits of memories came back to him slowly. Tama slowly walked up to the edge of the broken bridge that lead into the castle situated on a large piece of land in the middle of a pit. He drew his hands from under the cloak and began to patiently mold a large ball of chakra into his hands. The scientist’s fingers shifted through a few seals and the ball took on a visible element of swirling wind that kicked up dust and debris around him. He drew the ball back and then slung it out like one would a bed sheet to make the air stretch out the entire span of blackness until it hit the part of the bridge that was still intact. Shifting a little chakra onto the soles of his feet Tama hopped onto his wind bridge and let the flow of air push him up to the solid part. The gathered chakra turned wind exploded into a gust of air when he stepped off as he no longer was touching the technique to control it. The air kicked up dust on this side which was far more prevalent due to the old corpses laying around. His eyes looked at the skeletal members of the Uzumoreru clan without any emotions as he slowly walked his way through the courtyard. Not a single corpse had been moved or disturbed which made the scientist wonder just for a moment what ever happened to the supposed king of assassins that was forced to help him here. Tama was for some reason sure that Toushin had left the village entirely and went to live near Soon with his son.
It really didn’t matter to him. He decided that this castle would be a great base for his operations while using his apartment as a physical address to get things moving through the Suna system when he needed it. If Uzu came back and threatened him the scientist would simply kill him; if he was already dead then it didn’t matter.
Besides the apartment didn’t have near enough room that he would need to regain the ninjutsu that was sealed away in his mind. It would also allow him to start experimentation and machine building, creating new techniques, hell he was even sure that the castle had a suitable living quarters he could section off for use for forbidden jutsu. The entire castle was easily soaked in the blood and ill emotions to help the darker techniques work better for sure.
Tama came here for a large reason, though, and it wasn’t just to have a large space in to be himself. When he learned that his Death Breath Mask worked and he could at the very least take the power of an Ancient and lay it upon his own the question instantly rose to his mind; could he actually, permanently, become an Ancient? It would no doubt be incredibly risky but if he could truly take that kind of power into his hands he imagined he’d have little problems facing Sousuke in combat if it came to that. He truely didn’t want to have to fight the man at all and prefer a method of subterfuge since the guy apparently had a weapon that could harm an Ancient. With that nuisance out of the way he could easily rise in power and perhaps even start to gain control of the entire land...with that kind of control over people he could infinitely increase his own strength; perhaps even enough to become more than just an immortal ruler.
It was a plan, but for everything to work out to his favor first he had to call upon the beings that he was trying to become. He walked into the center of the throne room and crouched down to start drawing strange circles in the dirt that looked like modified ninjutsu. After six of them had been formed around him he stomped his foot to the ground with a large pulse of chakra and dust into the air around him to activate the circles. Energy began to lift in solid form from the ninjutsu seals and called to the lingering lost souls that still wondered through the castle until six of them wondered into the throne room. As soon as they got close to Tama most of them recognized their old murder and began to explode in ghostly activity and made their souls roar the loudest. When a soul was at full peak one of the pillars would grow a pair of hands and snatch the ghost from the air and force its essence into a small orb that it simply kept contained in between its closed palms.
Tama was using a small concentrated form of the Ancient chakra that naturally lingered in his coil into his eyes to catch glimpses of the souls raging around him before they were forced into orbs he could clearly see. He had to dodge out of the way of a few of the more powerful ones that could have actually pushed him out of his soul barrier. It would of screwed the ritual and he would have to start from scratch if one of them had actually managed to touch him. Once the last soul had been pressed into an orb he walked up to the strongest of the orbs and tapped it hard with his chakra to send out a special wave using the soul’s resonance to attract anything that could sense a helpless soul/large meal. He hoped by doing this he would attract the attention of at least one of the Ancients and had enough to bargain with to get what he wanted done.
[MFT]
Tama had learned a few things about himself during his first battle in over a year with amnesia. For one a lot of this body’s techniques were so well trained into his muscles that most of the ninjutsu he used was reflex. Bits and pieces of stronger techniques were in his head as well but using those came with a risk; though as long as he didn’t use too much chakra it usually preformed well enough. Realizing that his body and mind was once very gifted with the art of ninjutsu allowed him to create a technique that tapped into the core of his chakra’s power.
Those who had the latent ability to sense a power of an Ancient, and see chakra, would be able to see the faint hints that flowed through him naturally. His natural curiosity made him wonder just how much of this power he could pull out. Could he actually use it to become an Ancient if even for a brief moment? Would his body be able to hold up such power for very long? If it could for how long? There was a ton of things to learn about the power his father accidentally stoked back up but he had no way of testing or confirming any of them until that mysterious dossier slid onto his living room carpet.
That fight broke his pride a little. It showed him just how weak he still was and the disadvantage of taking back his youthful form. Its bloodlust was ridiculous in to the point that it almost got him killed and he had to use a technique that he had just thought up. He had no real proof that it would work and even if it had miraculously worked it still could of killed him. Truth be told it almost did. The cost he used to draw that power out so quickly aged his body again; and it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience reversing to young and then old again in the span of a few weeks. With this form he had a far better mind to speak with and he would need all of his wits about him if he was going to appeal to the greater forces of Sunagakure.
His booted feet treaded softly down the broken streets, buildings, and finally a secret path hidden below an old bar before he came upon the destroyed bridge deep inside the caverns. It was night time outside and the cavern was lit by the moonlight outside being reflected in by a series of cleverly placed mirrors throughout the entire cave. It was cloudy night so the castle that was situated in the middle of the cavern would blink in and out of sight. He could still see the utter destruction he had caused this place some years ago with the help of Uzumoreru Toushin. The cries of the slain assassin clan still rang in his ears as bits of memories came back to him slowly. Tama slowly walked up to the edge of the broken bridge that lead into the castle situated on a large piece of land in the middle of a pit. He drew his hands from under the cloak and began to patiently mold a large ball of chakra into his hands. The scientist’s fingers shifted through a few seals and the ball took on a visible element of swirling wind that kicked up dust and debris around him. He drew the ball back and then slung it out like one would a bed sheet to make the air stretch out the entire span of blackness until it hit the part of the bridge that was still intact. Shifting a little chakra onto the soles of his feet Tama hopped onto his wind bridge and let the flow of air push him up to the solid part. The gathered chakra turned wind exploded into a gust of air when he stepped off as he no longer was touching the technique to control it. The air kicked up dust on this side which was far more prevalent due to the old corpses laying around. His eyes looked at the skeletal members of the Uzumoreru clan without any emotions as he slowly walked his way through the courtyard. Not a single corpse had been moved or disturbed which made the scientist wonder just for a moment what ever happened to the supposed king of assassins that was forced to help him here. Tama was for some reason sure that Toushin had left the village entirely and went to live near Soon with his son.
It really didn’t matter to him. He decided that this castle would be a great base for his operations while using his apartment as a physical address to get things moving through the Suna system when he needed it. If Uzu came back and threatened him the scientist would simply kill him; if he was already dead then it didn’t matter.
Besides the apartment didn’t have near enough room that he would need to regain the ninjutsu that was sealed away in his mind. It would also allow him to start experimentation and machine building, creating new techniques, hell he was even sure that the castle had a suitable living quarters he could section off for use for forbidden jutsu. The entire castle was easily soaked in the blood and ill emotions to help the darker techniques work better for sure.
Tama came here for a large reason, though, and it wasn’t just to have a large space in to be himself. When he learned that his Death Breath Mask worked and he could at the very least take the power of an Ancient and lay it upon his own the question instantly rose to his mind; could he actually, permanently, become an Ancient? It would no doubt be incredibly risky but if he could truly take that kind of power into his hands he imagined he’d have little problems facing Sousuke in combat if it came to that. He truely didn’t want to have to fight the man at all and prefer a method of subterfuge since the guy apparently had a weapon that could harm an Ancient. With that nuisance out of the way he could easily rise in power and perhaps even start to gain control of the entire land...with that kind of control over people he could infinitely increase his own strength; perhaps even enough to become more than just an immortal ruler.
It was a plan, but for everything to work out to his favor first he had to call upon the beings that he was trying to become. He walked into the center of the throne room and crouched down to start drawing strange circles in the dirt that looked like modified ninjutsu. After six of them had been formed around him he stomped his foot to the ground with a large pulse of chakra and dust into the air around him to activate the circles. Energy began to lift in solid form from the ninjutsu seals and called to the lingering lost souls that still wondered through the castle until six of them wondered into the throne room. As soon as they got close to Tama most of them recognized their old murder and began to explode in ghostly activity and made their souls roar the loudest. When a soul was at full peak one of the pillars would grow a pair of hands and snatch the ghost from the air and force its essence into a small orb that it simply kept contained in between its closed palms.
Tama was using a small concentrated form of the Ancient chakra that naturally lingered in his coil into his eyes to catch glimpses of the souls raging around him before they were forced into orbs he could clearly see. He had to dodge out of the way of a few of the more powerful ones that could have actually pushed him out of his soul barrier. It would of screwed the ritual and he would have to start from scratch if one of them had actually managed to touch him. Once the last soul had been pressed into an orb he walked up to the strongest of the orbs and tapped it hard with his chakra to send out a special wave using the soul’s resonance to attract anything that could sense a helpless soul/large meal. He hoped by doing this he would attract the attention of at least one of the Ancients and had enough to bargain with to get what he wanted done.
[MFT]
Tama’s father stood behind the couple fighting in the sand with the Asura Blade in his grasp. The look on his eyes were, as always, pure madness, but this time a glint of joy seemed to be shaking in there. With a quick jerk he removed the blade from both of them causing blood to streak out across the sands and a seal to be left where a wound should have been.