by the Blood of your Enemies [OPEN]
Nov 29, 2013 14:11:36 GMT -5
Post by Kiyomasa Okuma on Nov 29, 2013 14:11:36 GMT -5
WORDS doesn't matter TAGS OPEN NOTES none CHAKRA 100% | It was almost time, he told himself as he reached back with one slightly tanned hand towards that back of his neck before cracking it not once but twice. Letting out a sigh as he did so his single slate grey orb gazed towards the ceiling as he let his right hand fall back down onto his lap. It had been perhaps three days since he had returned from his last assignment and already he was tired of being in the village again. Day after day all he ever did was train. He hacked and sliced away at dummy targets until there was nothing left, but that was too boring. He needed something else to do, something more exciting than all of that. That was part of the reason why he was here today. The other being that the Kage's assisted was a persistent annoying bastard that got on his nerves with every fucking squawk they made. Today was the execution of perhaps ten people, and while sure his nickname was the Executioner of the Mist, and his blade was also known as the Executioner's Blade, that didn't mean he was the go to guy to carry out these bastards' sentences, now did it? Well apparently everyone else thought so, because once again, here he was sitting in the dimly lit corridor on a rickety wooden bench once again waiting for the time he was to make is appearance in the ring. At least this time he had managed to get them to make the execution a bit more interesting. While all of the condemned criminals did have shackles on to limit them, they would all be released from their cells into the court yard simultaneously, one right after the other. Not for a standard execution though, instead they would be partaking in a blood bath where the last man standing would be Okuma. Yes, that much was a given, but hey at least that bloody bastards would be given a chance to fight back for once instead of quivering in a corner and pissing their pants while awaiting certain death. A few minutes would pass as he closed his single good eye, before he let his head hang downwards again. He listened now to his surroundings. Listened to the footsteps of the crowd as they scrambled to find their seats along with the distant din of their voices. More specifically, he listened closely for the sound of the grinding metal that would be the tell tale sign that the event will have begun. He sat there for several minutes as the sound of footsteps faded away and before long the voices faded too. Then it came, that familiar screech that told him it was time to get started. There were several jingles of chains as Okuma stood up, as part of the show several chains had been hooked to the various buckles on his trench coat making him look almost like he was supposed to be a prisoner himself, but mostly there as weights added himself to help him with a little training. Hell, he knew none of these pigs that he was supposed to slaughter today was going to challenge him, so why not give them a little handicap, right? "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO THE FIRST EVER EXECUTION DEATH MATCH!" The announcer's voice rang out through the building as he made his slow approach towards the gate. With every step the chains made their little jingles before falling silent for a moment. As he came closer and closer to the gate he reached a hand up and grasped the long handle of his blade before unlatching it from his back and resting it on his shoulder. "WE HAVE LINED UP FOR YOU TODAY THE CONSECUTIVE EXECUTIONS OF FIVE CRIMINALS! BUT THEY AREN'T GOING TO DIE ANY NORMAL BORING WAY!" He was almost at the gate at this point when he stopped just short of the light that was filtering in. "THEY'RE GOING TO FIGHT FOR THEIR LIVES IN AN ALL OR NOTHING DEATH MATCH WITH THE EXECUTIONER!" The crowd went crazy as he entered the field. The expression that was plastered on his face definitely showed that he would rather be somewhere else right now, but most of the crowd knew it was only for show, for now at least. Still they went nuts like the fucking homicide loving bastards they were. "IF THEY CAN MANAGE TO DEFEAT THE EXECUTIONER THEY'LL LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY! BUT IF THEY CANNOT THEN PEOPLE LET'S SEE THEIR HEADS ROLL!" Again the crowd went nuts and almost as if on cue Okuma could hear the five gates holding back the five prisoners open. "A death match where I am the executioner and they're my prey. Should be entertaining enough... for maybe two minutes." He muttered to himself with a sigh as several big brawny men rushed at him. However this was not to last as he took up his sword with both hands before holding it up high and swinging it downward while leaping forward sending himself into a forward spin as he lunged towards one of the men. The crowd again went nuts as the man cried out at the severing of his right arm while the resounding shockwave of sound from the ground and splattering blood told of another, smaller man that fell in the back behind him. "One down." Then with that he pulled his blade out of the corpse of the smaller man before swinging it around to cleave through those behind him. The match in the end, lasted all of about four minutes and forty eight seconds, with the executioner as the victor. By the end of his Okuma had managed to sustain a decently sized gash to the side and a small gash above his eye patch, but nothing too serious. Once it was all said and done, however, Okuma was just as bored as he had been before the match even began, so, he left and went to wander around the village. Hell he might even go to that tavern near his apartment and get a drink. Yeah he could go for one right about now. However instead of even getting near the tavern, he was stopped by perhaps one of the most ridiculous scenes he had ever seen in the evening streets of Kirigakure outside of the civil war. Two drunk off their asses men attempting to challenge him to a brawl. What morons. "Leave now, you wouldn't even stand to get the rust off of my blade." |
MADE BY AMLIN OF BTN AND GANGNAM-STYLE
