Kureji decided to once again, go for a change. Why? Because! There was no real reason other than to definitely be unpredictable. Heck, sometimes he barely even know who he himself even is! And to be honest, maybe he is a bit bored with his current powers. Why stop where he is where he can totally change into something else?!
There was only one place that came to mind when it comes to illegally coming across ways to get a power up. The Black Bazaar. The place where he can get all types of crazy and everybody just minds their own business like it's normal. What did he have in mind? Well for starters, maybe it was time for him to take a step back from the genjutsu and go for something more flashier. He had thought about the idea from one of his old Hito puppets that proved to be quite the spectacle. There was always something when it came to saying fuck it and see how things go as he moves about.
That's when he seen it. There was a jar that held what he was looking for. It was a hand that had a mouth on it. To the uncultured, it would be an eldritch horror. To the ones who live life on the edge? This belonged to a toujikou. A person of the bloodline to create explosives and cause mayhem. Kureji felt like it was high time that he put forth his foot and fully embrace the missing life. This will help him out plenty. That and... He needs to visit his old man. Taking the hand and performing some questionable self surgery, he attached the hand to his bloody stump of a right hand. It's chakra had flooded him, giving the madman explosive energy that quickly burned up his poisonous chakra that he had in him.
There was only one place that came to mind when it comes to illegally coming across ways to get a power up. The Black Bazaar. The place where he can get all types of crazy and everybody just minds their own business like it's normal. What did he have in mind? Well for starters, maybe it was time for him to take a step back from the genjutsu and go for something more flashier. He had thought about the idea from one of his old Hito puppets that proved to be quite the spectacle. There was always something when it came to saying fuck it and see how things go as he moves about.
That's when he seen it. There was a jar that held what he was looking for. It was a hand that had a mouth on it. To the uncultured, it would be an eldritch horror. To the ones who live life on the edge? This belonged to a toujikou. A person of the bloodline to create explosives and cause mayhem. Kureji felt like it was high time that he put forth his foot and fully embrace the missing life. This will help him out plenty. That and... He needs to visit his old man. Taking the hand and performing some questionable self surgery, he attached the hand to his bloody stump of a right hand. It's chakra had flooded him, giving the madman explosive energy that quickly burned up his poisonous chakra that he had in him.