Making an Example

Tzura struggled to hold a straight face as he carried the corpse of one his first friends to the gates of what is now known as the Bloody Mist, the cheers of the crowd still echoed through the streets around the village even though they were forced back to their old ways. In a way, the new Mizukage was right. The village has suffered a great number of attacks since Akki was dubbed Mizukage and because of their inability to properly protect it, the whole village looked weak. So returning to their old ways would be the perfect chance for the truly strong and brave shinobi to come to surface. On the other hand, there are some people who start out weak but through hard work and determination they climb the ladder and prove themselves as prominent shinobi to all of the villages. But if they were to be cut down before they had their chance, that's one potential warriors life wasted.

Once he reached the gates, Tzura dropped the corpse and head onto the ground and formed the tiger seal, pulling carbon from the organic matter around him and forming it into two eight foot tall spikes. He reached down to pick up the head first and paused for a moment to look at it, "Goodbye, brother." was all he said before he reached up and impaled it on the first spike. The normally translucent spike began to take on a pinkish hue as blood and brain matter began to ooze down the sides. The sight made him sick at first, but it passed quickly once Dante's words of the weak being crushed seeped into his mind once again.

Then he squatted and lifted up the bloody corpse, placing it on the spike. The sight screamed 'Akki a la Vlad the Impaler' and once again the translucent spike began to redden as the blood and gore leaked from the entry and exit wounds. With his work done, the Chuunin turned to re-enter the village, but instead he chose to pause a moment and pay his last respects. With a heavy sigh Tzura sat in the seiza position in front of the display, a hand on his blade.

Tzura was snapped back into reality by the voice of a young person coming from behind. With a hand still on his blade he whirled around and almost drew his blade until he came back to his senses. The chuunin stood and, as a matter of precaution, rested his hand on the handle, "What business do you have here?" he asked. He did not mean to threaten, it's just that the death of someone he cared for had put him on edge.

Tzura nodded at the mans explanation and formed the tiger seal, utilizing his skills as a sensor to sweep over the area, ensuring that the Amegakure shinobi was indeed alone and to take a 'chakra print', "Very well..." he said, "You'll be allowed to enter the village; but please be aware that I'll be keeping an eye on you." He smiled wryly and added, "I don't mean to come off as rude, but a number of things have come up and the last thing I need is one more problem. If you get the chance, check in with one of the higher ranked ninja. Until then you're my responsibility so if you screw up it falls on my head. I hope that you understand."

Crap, gotta sneeze really bad. Where to go? Where were the tissues out in front of the gates of the Bloody Mist? Of course there wouldn't be any in this kind of place. Dammit, it's about to come out! Shigwit was utterly irritated right now. For some reason, he had contracted a series of sneezes that were uncontrollable for the last 20 minutes or so. Wow, what a great time to get a cold. Wait, maybe he didn't have one and someone was talking about him behind his back. Well, whatever the case, Shigwit was in dire need of a tissue. Currently, Shigwit was in a fully luxurious piece of clothing that represented how elegant his personality was. A full black suit and tie was what the man was wearing in all of his divine glory. Along with this black suit, you'd notice slick black hair was sported in the Genin's appearance. His build was great and he held a mask on his face. Fastened onto his pants was a single katana that he decided to carry almost everywhere. But....The problem here was that there was absolutely nothing here that could stop the man from sneezing! Ugh, the horror of holding in this devil-like cough. It was a torture that didn't suit this man's magnificence. Wait, why didn't he sneeze on his sleeve? Ha, no way, that'd be disgusting and it'd ruin his suit that he'd gotten from some random trash barrel. Another man's trash is another's treasure and Shigwit would make sure not to ruin this specific treasure. While this man was torturing himself and living in a small state of agony, he'd still have his sensors up and look for any alarm with his left hand on the blade he contained with him. Because he was on such high alert, he made sure to pay attention to ANYTHING that could help him rid himself of this horror. So, it was excellent that he had noticed some trash lying around that could be used as a perfect tissue.

With his eyes peering through the eye holes on his mask, Shigwit remained on high focus as he approached the gates of Kirigakure. His face underneath the mask remained normal as he had a slow and pleasant pace that was filled with immense grace. Each step of the Genin was loud and gathered a crowd filled with complaints but such things didn't faze the man. Everything around Shigwit paused as he made a quick dash to the location of some spikes. Meh, whatever, these little Popsicles didn't interest Shigwit in particular. The thing on them are what grasped the Genin's attention. Lookie lookie, there's a nice dead body that could be used as a SUPERB tissue. Once Shigwit would be an inch away from the corpse he let out the heavens. Hell broke loose, the skies broke, and Earth rumbled with a high amount of noise. Here it was! A great burden was let loose from the being known as Shigwit. ACHOO! All sorts of mucus, boogers, and crap slid onto the pieces of ice that had some kinda cherry stuff all over them. Once the launch had been complete, Shigwit didn't restrain himself from wiping his nose afterwards! Taking the cloth off the ice with great care and without touching the ice itself, Shigwit took the corpse's clothing for his own. Putting it in his face without having any blood on it, Shigwit wiped ferociously. Yummy, just yummy. Onlookers came from every corner to watch the madman and his performance. Of course, Shigwit was just doing what he felt was right. While all this occurred, his hand remained on his blade. Because of this, no one dared to speak out.

"Yuck, weaklings smell like dogs. Haha, I guess being dead makes them dead dogs?"

The Genin mustered this announcement under his breath where he made it impossible for anyone to hear. Well, there were a few exceptions that Shigwit hadn't really been paying much attention to. Some people that maybe or maybe not made the Popsicles were near Shigwit and most likely hear what he said. Following his statement, a chuckle couldn't help but erupt from the man's presence. No less than a second once the chuckle popped up, a short laughter came as well to compliment the short chuckle's low volume with a slightly higher one. After completing the simple laugh that merely showed the joy the Genin got from finally relieving himself, the Genin made sure to greet the people near him properly so he could make a first impression. Yes yes, first impressions were very important now. He had to be nice and say something that'll make the person happy. Maybe give them a pat on the head too? Nah, that'd be too much, wouldn't it? But anyhow, there had to be something said so some awkward silence didn't come out of the appearance of Shigwit. At this point in time, Shigwit had merely been facing the ice for a while now and keeping his gaze focused there. But now, with his slick black hair and fancy suit, switched his position to be facing the man that looked to be directing some person. His voice reflected only to the two men before him because the crowd was too loud to hear his statement themselves. He had a playful way of speaking that was deep and showed a bit of seriousness.

"Oh sorry, did I interrupt you? Were you mating over there? Hai hai, my name's Shiggy. Say your name so we can get to know each other well and stuff...Or maybe not..."Jokes were being sprayed about like some bug spray. The spray was directed at the two bugs that were natural enemies of the spray. With his free hand, Shiggy decided to adjust his tie properly because it looked a little messed up. Greetings needed to be formal! If there was laziness involved, people would think you're lazy. When you meet new people, you've gotta look as good as you possibly can. But, was it really good to be holding a katana in his hand with a mask on? Welp, not the best impression maybe but at least the man tried his best. Once the Genin had said his hello'z and stuff to his fellow Kirigakure ninja, he quickly got bored over the spectacle that was happening before him and decided to leave with a bow.

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OOC: I forgot about this.

Alexander listened to what the other dude said, smiling, not making any odd movement. When he was over with his little speech, the youngster decided to head towards the village and go get something to eat. But, suddenly, he stopped. Meters away, a third party appeared, yet another odd looking individual. At first, he wasn't much of a interest. But then, he friggin' whipped his bugger on the clothes of the dead dude. "Wtf? Is this dude for real? What a weirdo. This something you don't see this every day." With a shocked look on his face and a unusually loud voice Alexander spoke those words. The scene which occurred in front of him, it was just too much, the youngster just couldn't believe that something like that could happen in front of him. Then, out of a sudden, the weirdo started to approach the young Genin and the other dude who's identity was still a mystery to Alexander. That wasn't it, the freaky kid actually stopped by to joke on Alexander behalf. "Get lost you freak," the boy shouted. And it actually worked, the weirdo left, leaving everyone else at peace. "Anyways, my name is Alexander. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go ahead and get something to eat, this was just too shocking for me. I really hope there are no other like that dude." With those words spoken, the youngster turned around, entering the village and leaving.

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