The Black Bazaar was unusually quiet tonight with fewer souls out offering their services. There was an ominous aura that hung over the area one would feel their energy slowly being sapped from them as they entered the area. It was a sensation that could be compared to being in the presence of death. Stalls littered the area offering various products & services. Patrons stopping in at those who offered the best price or right service. But away from all of these stalls was a solitary tent that had a hooded figure standing outside of the makeshift structure. Beside it a wooden sign that simple read 'Here Dwells Fate' three words that no doubt made whoever was within seem quite self-gratifying.
To one who possessed even the slightest of chakra training the unmistakable signs of a powerful shinobi could be felt within the tent. Any onlooker would feel that deathly aura intensifying with each step they took towards the isolated structure. Once they got within a few paces of the structure the hooded guardian would raise a rotting hand before them. "Within lies the ability to change ones Fate...know that such things come with a cost. This is your final warning..." it would state, it's rotting lips peeling into a sinister smile barely visible under it's hood. Before stepping aside & holding open the canopy door should the soul be brave enough to continue forward. Inside would be a round table with two chairs positioned at opposite ends. Both were empty, around the tent were a series candles & lit incense. A hooded figure stood with his back to the newcomer.
Black robes covered his figure & when he turned to inspect the newcomer the ends of battle leathers could be seen under the neck of his hood. This mysterious person were a midnight black mask devoid of any features. Starring out from under the mask was a crimson eye & a diamond-like counterpart. This beings gaze was piercing as if the Sage looked into the depths of ones soul. So close to the Sage one would feel an almost palpable recurring wave of deathly energy that was clearly originating from this shinobi. Stray strands of white hair poked through the sides of the mask & hood. Black leather gloves covered the hand of the being as he bowed to the newcomer, it's mismatched pair of eyes never leaving the newcomer.
"Sunagakure never ceases to surprise me..." it would say gesturing for the newcomer to take a seat as it did the same. Clasping it's hands together it would wait silently for the newcomer to speak. Whatever they had been seeking in this unsavory place he was sure it had not been his services. Too often we found ourselves unable to change the paths Fate has lied out before us. Sometimes though on rare occasions Fate gives us the opportunity to change the direction we walk. Few are these moments & it would seem the young sunan shinobi had found himself in one such moment. Now the only question was would he continue to pursue this path or would he flee from it as many others before him had.
Current Actives:
To one who possessed even the slightest of chakra training the unmistakable signs of a powerful shinobi could be felt within the tent. Any onlooker would feel that deathly aura intensifying with each step they took towards the isolated structure. Once they got within a few paces of the structure the hooded guardian would raise a rotting hand before them. "Within lies the ability to change ones Fate...know that such things come with a cost. This is your final warning..." it would state, it's rotting lips peeling into a sinister smile barely visible under it's hood. Before stepping aside & holding open the canopy door should the soul be brave enough to continue forward. Inside would be a round table with two chairs positioned at opposite ends. Both were empty, around the tent were a series candles & lit incense. A hooded figure stood with his back to the newcomer.
Black robes covered his figure & when he turned to inspect the newcomer the ends of battle leathers could be seen under the neck of his hood. This mysterious person were a midnight black mask devoid of any features. Starring out from under the mask was a crimson eye & a diamond-like counterpart. This beings gaze was piercing as if the Sage looked into the depths of ones soul. So close to the Sage one would feel an almost palpable recurring wave of deathly energy that was clearly originating from this shinobi. Stray strands of white hair poked through the sides of the mask & hood. Black leather gloves covered the hand of the being as he bowed to the newcomer, it's mismatched pair of eyes never leaving the newcomer.
"Sunagakure never ceases to surprise me..." it would say gesturing for the newcomer to take a seat as it did the same. Clasping it's hands together it would wait silently for the newcomer to speak. Whatever they had been seeking in this unsavory place he was sure it had not been his services. Too often we found ourselves unable to change the paths Fate has lied out before us. Sometimes though on rare occasions Fate gives us the opportunity to change the direction we walk. Few are these moments & it would seem the young sunan shinobi had found himself in one such moment. Now the only question was would he continue to pursue this path or would he flee from it as many others before him had.
Current Actives:
Name of Jutsu: Corpse Messenger no Jutsu [Demon Sage Jutsu] [Requires Dead Soul Technique/Corpse Soil/Jutsu Creator]
CRPJ's Effect: Allows Akkuma to use corpses as messengers using a seal to store Senjutsu chakra. The seal ensures that the corpse does not decay until the destination is reached. Unless battle is initiated in which case the seal senjutsu flow is interrupted and the corpse decays at an extreme rate, reaching full decomposition in a matter of seconds.
CRPJ's Effect: Allows Akkuma to use corpses as messengers using a seal to store Senjutsu chakra. The seal ensures that the corpse does not decay until the destination is reached. Unless battle is initiated in which case the seal senjutsu flow is interrupted and the corpse decays at an extreme rate, reaching full decomposition in a matter of seconds.