Zod vs Naet ~ Fun fun fun

Naethyn was eagerly invited to a match with the one and only Akatsuki leader. Naethyn had known for quite some time that the Mizukage was in danger because in the past the Akatsuki have taken over Kirigakure for there base. One of the Akatsuki leaders in the past, after the plague, had taken over the Mist and had them and its Swordsmen at his fingertips.

Naethyn stood there on the battlefield it was cold outside and the air tasted of pure hatred and smelt of disgust. Naethyn was ready to say good riddance to the Akatsuki bastard. He wanted nothing more then to have Fumei Mirei taste the sweet chakra of the criminal and then rip it to shreds. Although Naethyn's blade was no Samehada, it was a very unique weapon, the way it adapts to peoples chakra was definitely an odd touch that Mizukage added to it.

Naethyn was dressed in formal clothing, well formal to him. He wore his usual black top hat with the red ribbon dancing in the wind, the rose tucked into at the top. His forehead protector was tied to the top hat so that in mid battle it would not fly off. His shirt was a bright purple and was loosely tucked into his jet black pants. His sword was held by his right hand and was dangling towards the ground. He was looking down, at his blade, at the ground, thinking about what would come if he were to die and the world suddenly be taken over by bijuu and the villages all obliterated. This battle counted on him.

There was a crack of lightning across the dark sky. Silently Zodiark appeared 10m behind Naethyn. They both stood in a large open field, a flat horizon circling around them. Zodiark stood there, wearing his normal outfit. Contrary to his title of Akatsuki leader, Zodiark refused to wear the cloak, instead wearing his black attire, his silver hair highlighted by his blue jacket. Holding his sword Yamato in his left hand Zodiark called out to Naethyn.
"So the dog of the Mizukage decided to show up. How brave of you." He pointed to Naethyn's so called sword and continued to taunt him. "You call yourself a swordsman with such a pathetic excuse for a blade. Zodiark took his stance, spreading his legs and crouching, he turned his right side towards Naethyn and grabbed the hilt of his sword. "Now come at me with all your might."

Naethyn heard a crack of lightning and then shifted his focus to behind him where he could sense the massive chakra from the Akatsuki leader. He wasn't one for introductions and he mainly wanted to get this over with. If Akatsuki Members in the past were killed by a few chuunin, this would be easy.

"So the dog of the Mizukage decided to show up." Naethyn heard the voice of the leader, it was somewhat raspy, but from behind Naet could hardly tell. Naethyn turned around shift his blade to a upright position. "I am no bitch. Zodiark...Your a disgusting role model for the human race, and with that, I will kill you. You don't deserve to even step on this ground!" Naethyn called out to the Akatsuki as he jumped in the air and pointed Furei Mirei at the spot in front of Zodiark and released a fast moving Endan fireball at the leader.

"You have no respect from me or anyone else on the world. Die!"

Jutsu Used:
Name: Great Fireball
Rank: B
Element:
Katon
Description: Dai Endan is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Fire element. Jiraiya will first gather the fire into his mouth and then spew a giant breath of fire constantly at his opponent.

Zodiark shifted his feet, sliding to the side of the fireball, the heat from it warming his side. Tensing the muscles in his legs, Zodiark disappeared as he shot forward at Naethyn. Drawing his sword, Zodiark slashed at Naethyn's chest as he shot past him and re-sheathed his sword, all in a fraction of a second.

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Naethyn saw the Akatsuki leader suddenly move, although almost instantaneouly, Naethyn noticed him moving up to his chest and Naethyn sliced back in the opposing direction deflecting the sword slice. He was fast and Naethyn would be up for a challenge.

Naethyn shifted his body and quickly shot an Endan blast from his sword at the falling leader. He was ready for this challenge and his sword was tiny compared to the Akatsuki's sword. He would manage.

Zodiark twisted his upper body, spinning so that he could see the blast coming at him. Sliding his sword under his arm, he quickly flipped through hand-signs. Opening his mouth, Zodiark spewed a wall of water between him and the fire ball. But before the fireball could reach the water, a drill of water shot from the middle of it, tearing through the fire and aiming for Naethyn. Taking hold of his sword again, Zodiark landed as he watched the attack.

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Naethyn was up against an opponent with great strength and Naethyn was not ready for the battle to last this long, he was ready to end it with a few scorch marks and a decapitation somewhere in the future. Naethyn noticed his fireball get sliced through and it was fine because it was used as a fishing attack.

Naethyn landed as the water beamed for him in the wrong place, Naethyn had landed as the attack started and managed to escape it. Naethyn did a string of handseals and summoned a large mud dragon that spat out projectiles made of a thick earth chakra that were highly flammable. Before they started aiming downward. Naethyn used his sword to fire an Endan at them so that they were ignited with flame.

Justu Used

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Zodiark glanced up at the fireballs, and than back down at Naethyn. Tucking his sword into his jacket, he flattened out his right hand and focused his chakra into it. He than charged at Naeythin at a break neck speed, becoming little more than a blur as he closed the distance in no time flat. Stopping low at Naethyn's feet, he immediatly sprung up, thrusting his fingertips at Naethyn's chest, hoping to tear a hole through to his heart.

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Naethyn's pants were billowing in the wind, he wasn't quite ready to end this but something as simple as running towards the opponent is not a very safe and sound jutsu with the Leader of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist as your opponent. The akatsuki leader ran towards Naethyn and Naethyn saw the slight movement and the Lightning energy could not be heard and Naethyn was not sure what to prepare for. Naethyn noticed the man stop at his feet, though kind of far away, and saw little trickles of Lightning chakra at his fingertips. Naethyn held his sword up quickly, the two and half foot blade pointing directly at the mans heart. "Prepare to die." Naethyn said

With an evil smile Zodiark said to Naethyn "It is not us that will die, it if you." But his voice was diffedernt, it sounded as if multiple people were speaking at once, each with a scratchy metallic voice. Continuing upward, Zodiark's hand ripped through Naethyn's chest and into his heart. Looking down at his own chest, he could see the sword tear through his jacket and start to pierce his skin, but stopping just barely half an inch it. Pulling his bloody hand out of his opponent, Zodiark stood as some blood started to ooze from his wound. "We are not force to be trifled with." Looking down at the corpse, he spit on Naethyn's face. "But those who learn this lesson first hand often learn it too late."

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