[Exousia]

There was a part of Ishi, the cold, ruthless beast within, that knew Konsho wouldn’t be stopped by a technique as straightforward as Doeirou; he had been through enough battles to recognize when someone wasn’t going to go down easily. The boy would fight, hard, attacking without thought or mercy until his enemy was beaten into submission. But that was why the gorilla had thought ahead. Why, despite hoping in his heart his first technique would be enough, he had prepared a second, much more powerful Doton jutsu to subdue the Shinobi without causing undue harm. Because even now, he didn’t want to hurt Konsho. Just calm him down enough to get to the bottom of this.

"Doton: Konoyo no Ketsugō!” Ishi said when Konsho dodged his Doeirou by stopping in place, slamming his foot into the ground while the boy was motionless. Immediately the Doton chakra he had kneaded and prepped with his earlier hand seals shot forth, twisting the dirt and stone beneath them to his will. Shackles formed around Konsho’s ankles, harder than steel, with the earth rapidly wrapping around his legs, only to further progress into bars that ran up the boy’s back and surged up around his arms, freezing him solidly in place just as he was trying to rush forward.

"Please. Do not resist further.” The gorilla said once his technique had taken hold, breathing slowly despite the briefness of the fight. He had not had to use that particular technique in years. The gorilla paused, looking at the man who had once been his friend before walking towards him, hand outstretched, almost beseeching, as he once more touched his heart to the boys. Asking. Seeking. Hoping, once more, for connection.

"You cannot break out of my binding, Konsho. Please. End this madness. Speak with me.”

Konshō Chizawa

Jutsu Used

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NAME: Doton: Konoyo no Ketsugō [Earth Release: Earthly Bind]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Doton
DESCRIPTION:
To trigger this jutsu the user must stomp the ground. Once triggered the earth below any target within twenty meters will rise up, making shackles form around the ankles constricting movement in the legs. From these the earth will continue upwards by a small rod towards the back of the opponent that reaches their mid-shoulder blade as the earth wraps around the arms and chest confining the upper portion of the body as well. Quite durable, The restraints are slightly stronger than average steel, easily being able to resist attempts to break out of it by average shinobi.

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Konsho had thought Ishi would hesitate at such an obvious attempt at substitution, but as per usual the older ape was too level headed to take the bait. Shortly after his failed attempt to break off the fight with his superior, Konsho's legs were bound in a heavy chains, his torso and arms now held by this puppet stand of a bind. Konsho had hoped that Ishi would somehow forget that the young shinobi was now so crippled that he could not preform one of the most basic techniques of the shinobi world, courtesy of his new injury. It was disgusting, how far the shinobi had fallen from this one injury, a babe that was without even the most basic of tools.
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Konsho had wanted to avoid this, having read the injuries that befell those who used the Eight Inner Gates incorrectly. Yet at this point, the crimson eyed shinobi was left with no options. He had only opened the First Gate one before, and he could recall the pain that inflicted, but there was little else to do. Konsho's head would seem to hang when he was captured, although he was in fact using a physical motion he used to help control his chakra. The broken shinobi would let out a hollow laugh at the ape's request, aware that he could not return the gesture if he wanted to with his current binding, letting his head linger at his side for just a moment longer. Slowly lifting his head, Konsho would finally allow the wave of chakra to push towards the gate behind his left eye.
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As the two stood there, one awaiting an answer as the other refused the move, Konsho felt something within him change. Something had clicked into place, somewhere deep within his left hemisphere, and Konsho knew he had opened it. Strange, it didn't hurt as much this time. The young shinobi's legs would shift suddenly, a burst of movement accompanied by a burst of earthen shrapnel as the constructs holding him shattered. In truth, Konsho had only meant to break the ones on his legs, but his stance change had turned into an explosive movement of muscle as he stared up at Ishi. The constructs were not gone, the weight still applied to the younger shinobi- but they were no longer attached to the earth nor restricting his movement.
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Taking on step forward, the young shinobi had intended to move towards the gate yet again, but instead had launched himself far past the elder gorilla, his every movement like that of a coiled spring; with such sudden force and speed it was almost no surprise the ground beneath him was being kicked up with each movement. As Konsho spun around to attempt to reorient himself, the dirt around him would form a dust cloud- conveniently cloaking the young shinobi while also making it so he would see any movement through the cloud- while also being completely on accident. What in the hell was happening!?

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[Exousia]

Ishi watched his brother struggle to escape the chains of earth that had ensnared his limbs, his chest filling with a dull ache at the sight of what had once been a vibrant, bright young man. It was a shame to see someone who had once been so bright fall so far, but the gorilla did not let the pty he felt override his sense of caution. Shinobi could be tricky, after all, and he couldn’t be certain the boy was truly subdued until-

If he hadn’t been paying attention, Ishi would not have seen it happen. One moment, Konsho was bound tight, his whole body held in place by earth stronger than steel, and then next, he simply… wasn’t, the stone cracking as the boy ripped the bindings from the ground and charged him at a speed he barely follow, let alone react to. Only his instincts kept Ishi from being bowled over, as he immediately leapt to the side, rolling across the dirt and whirling to face his former friend, only to be met with a cloud of dust that obscured his vision.

"Konsho!” He yelled, less out of fear for the village and more for the boy’s own safety. There were techniques, he knew, that could rapidly increase a person’s strength for a time, but all of them came at a cost- and for Konsho to become this much stronger than before, the cost had to be high. "Konsho, stop! Please, you could hurt yourself!”

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Had it been any other time, Konsho would have still felt the weight and presence of the broken shackles that clung to him, or perhaps noticed that one earthen chain was still present; the one that would have clung to his right arm if he still possessed it. Yet little mattered other than entering his home, the one he was currently being barred from. Still, his mind could not help but comment on the change from his last use of this gate and now, the ease it felt in comparison. Yes, it lacked control just as much as it did back then, but sharp pain was not present. It was simply tension, potential energy waiting to be unleashed. That calming connection with his own body and mind was still present, as well as the roar of rushing blood that prevented him from hearing the ape's warnings.
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Curling his arm, Konsho could feel the ever present coil that was ready to strike, the new state the first gate had unleashed upon him once before, and was doing so again. The differences of the overall feeling were present, but the minutia was the same... including the lack of control. He had spent so long training, so long trying to improve, yet he still could not control it. Why was he still failing? Such questions would require more information on the gates, which he would need Riku for. Which meant he had to get into the village, no matter what it took. Still... something feels... wrong... Releasing the wound up energy behind his coiled limb, Konsho found himself tumbling forwards, this time towards the gate to the village, stopping seconds from through the gate. A cluster of cracks would form beneath the shinobi, both from the force of his movement and sudden large release of chakra to stop himself from destroying the gate.
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Although it might come to that. Moving his hand towards the gate, Konsho would suddenly feel his entire body turn slack, his normal movement and energy returning for the briefest of moments, the surge of power receding quickly. But with it, the young shinobi's energy also fell; the blue haired ninja falling forward as his hand barely missed the handles of the gate. The world would grow dark as the vision his crimson eyes granted him quickly focused on a single point; the break between the two halves of the gate. Konsho's body would slump forward, taking one step closer as his face planted itself against the hard wood. Slowly collapsing, Konsho would land on the ground, panting heavily as the control over his own body began to leave him.

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[Exousia]

Ishi saw Konsho charge toward the gate, the boy’s movements jerky and explosive, and the gorilla simply acted, his voice dropping several octaves as he roared, loud enough to be heard for miles. Every instinct in his body told him the child had to be stopped, had to be put down, hard, before he hurt himself… or others. So he moved, running on all fours and building up speed, his club forgotten as he leapt into the air, both fists raised to pummel the threat to his home, his family, his very way of life… Only to see, from the side, two figures running towards them from within the village.

One was tall and lean, and it intercepted the western gorilla before he could finish his arc, wrestling him to ground with his lean frame and flaming hands, taking great care not to burn Ishi despite the force he was using. The other was equally tall but far thicker, and wore (of all things) a heavy cloak of bright purple over his massive frame, and he landed beside Konsho, his normally cheerful face sharp with displeasure as he looked between his four brothers, one of whom was a human, and said, "Fudo, Ishi! Enough! There are better ways to handle this.”

Riku, it seemed, had heard the commotion at the gate and came running. And not a moment too soon.

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Konsho was well aware of the placement of things around him, although even that seemed to be deserting him. Ishi had been above him, knocked away by Konsho's father, whilst Riku had landed beside him. The obsessive shinobi's instinct was to call out to Riku about his hypothesis, but his tongue seemed to slur each word he said. "Rchew, mmm bn lrn'ng firm yuh..." A strange muttering attempt at a full sentence as the details began to fade as well. Some argument was taking place, likely unimportant now that Riku was actually near the crimson eyed shinobi. Konsho could feel the heat of his father's flames from what he perceived was a distant position, unaware of just how exhausted he truly was. If his mind was still linked with his body, he likely would have put together just how intense the fight would have become if not for... whatever Riku said.
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The feeling was a strange one, adjacent to that strange sensation morphine gave him. Rather than feeling removed from his body- freed as a being of pure intellect and thought- Konsho could feel a thin taught string barely connecting his consciousness to the bundle of flesh that was his vessel. It was as if his mind have lurched several feet away from his own body in an attempt to keep some level of awareness over the situation, rather than crumble to this sudden exhaustion he was experiencing. The blue haired shinobi required rest above all else, including putting moving some of the more crucial pieces of his hypothesis together with this new evidence.

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[Exousia]

Ishi struggled against his Fudo’s hold for a moment, his instincts screaming at him to fight, to rip and tear and kill to protect his home, his family, his very life- but a single, deafening roar from the older, stronger gorilla was all it took to quash that notion, his body freezing in place as the adrenaline began to wear off. Still, Fudo held him down, not letting go, until his breathing normalized, his limbs slumping as the rush of the fight died and he came, at least somewhat, to his senses.

"I… I couldn’t- The boy. He is broken, Fudo. He would have hurt someone.” Ishi breathed, panting, eyes frantic. He didn’t understand. He had to understand! There was something wrong with Konsho, something different and he had to… to…

"Then you should have helped him, not hurt.” Fudo said, at last letting Ishi go as he stepped back, glancing at Konsho, who seemed to be falling apart at the seams after whatever technique he used. "Just as he should have spoken instead of struck. But what is done is done.” Riku, who was next to Konsho, caught the boy as he stumbled forwards, his eyes taking in the droopiness, the weakness, the slurred speech, and knew immediately that this was no mere case of over-exertion, but something far beyond that.

What would possess you to open that, of all things, against Ishi? Riku thought as he held the young Genin up, looking at his cousins. There would be time for discussion later. Right now, there wasa life hanging on by a thread- and he intended to save it. "I suggest we take young Konsho here inside. He needs to be treated quickly, before he goes into shock.”

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All color, detail, and soon even sound would fade from Konsho's consciousness. As a deep sleep overtook the exhausted genin, the world and any sense of self would fade; replaced with a pre-built story and setting of his mind's own creation. Konsho stood on a black stone like floor, surrounded by a dense crimson haze that stuck oppressively to everything around it. Breath came difficultly to the boy, as a compulsion beckoned him to traverse the fog, as if standing still meant choking to death on the clinging clouds of red. Each step sent low, reverberating plats echoing through the area for a short time- until a new a new sound reached Konsho.
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As a sharp whistle grew faster, the blue haired genin ducked under the apparent attack, yet he never witnessed what was attacking him. Soon after, a cacophony of distorted sounds swelled in as the mist thickened; metal clashed, people cried in pain, and heat rose within the humid atmosphere. Within the now bubbling fod, nothing sounded correct, as if the world itself was unsure of its placement or purpose. The crimson eyed genin could feel his heart in his ears, rushing to escape the ever present fog. As the sounds grew in intensity, so did the beating of Konsho's heart; a biological percussion to the chaos around him. As his arms ached and his legs grew weary, he finally could see the impermeable fog begin to wane in the distance. Pushing against the building pain and fear, Konsho finally pressed beyond the sanguine domain, finding himself in a dilapidated arena. The ground was now far easier to make out; cracked and refracting Obsidian, the refraction of reflections showing vague shapes of the genin's form. Across the area Konsho could see various puddles of dry, coagulated blood, the visceral patterns adding to the grotesque area he now found himself in. The young genin could see towering walls, their imposing and emboldened shadows reaching towards the center with malicious intent. Sadly, this was not all that was to come in his reoccurring nightmare.

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When Konsho finally collapsed, Rikuu was there to catch him, his long, hairy limbs encircling the exhausted Genin’s body as he looked between Fudo and Ishi, clearly annoyed by their antics. Didn’t they understand the boy was more important than whatever nonsensical issue the pair of them were having? The pair seemed to understand, at least somewhat implicitly, the message his glance was meant to convey, as they quickly came over to hoist Konsho into Fudo’s lean, powerful arms (Riku really wasn’t built for carrying the larger humans) before leaping into the village, leaving Ishi to his duties at the gate.

Ishi, for his part, sat down and stared at the ground, his breathing heavy, confusion blurring his thoughts as he tried to understand where everything had gone so wrong. Slowly, the gorilla’s breathing began to normalize, his limbs regaining some of the strength that had faded from them when Fudo and slammed him to the ground- and so he stood, lifting his club from the ground and returning it to his side as he looked forward. He still had a job to do, after all, but afterward…

After, I will see if Konsho is alright. And apologize, if the boy would have him.

Konshō Chizawa

[Konshō Chizawa]

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From the towers, specters began to materialize and approach Konsho, their forms a travesty that only vaguely resembled humans. They would move against a visible ripple in the air, agonizing and slow motions as if they were battling through the air just to make contact with him. Lips snarled and were pulled forcibly in to expressions of rage and despair, a horrific visage only enhanced by the fact that their eyes were empty sockets. Even as the blue haired genin sought to flee, he could see they were getting ever closer, each step for him seemingly only closing the distance rather than expanding it. The phantoms of the past would soon surround the frightened genin, leaving him only the option to fight back.
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Now that they were closer, Konsho could finally make out details of the phantoms that ached to rake him against the craggy obsidian before. The first was a strange hunched over creature, covered in hair as it clawed at the genin's back, alongside it a blonde haired female form who's achingly slow movements pummeled against him as he felt himself moving through molasses. Then came a black haired boy, crashing himself against the crimson eyed shinobi's ribcage, making it even more difficult to breath. Soon another appeared, a strange creature with a metalic right arm, it's fingers piercing slowly into Konsho's cheek, threatening to tear at his own face. The final was a figure covered by long twisting cloak of brown and faded red, a blade red hot pressing against Konsho's ankles, both branding him and removing his footing. Konsho's vision would twist towards the blood soaked obsidian floor as he attempted to turn away from the countless limbs, only to see something far worse than the demons around him. In his reflection he saw himself, just as he was now; yet his right arm was gone- pouring blood! How could it be gone!? He could feel it, it was still there, the sensations- the feelings, the pain! It was all still present, so what was he seeing!? Slamming himself upwards, the genin would push the specters away, against all the pain as he attempted to flee from the vision- and directly into the horde's embrace.
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As this horde of ghosts began to bring Konsho down, his body would trash; biting, kicking, clawing, and doing all he could to dispel these haunting remnants of the past! With each one felled, another took it's place, details filling in more and more as the battle continued. A familiar realization set in as the shinobi was aware that he was fighting both ally and adversary alike, trying to keep these wraiths at bay. Yet no matter how hard he fought or how long the battle dragged on, he never seemed to be making progress. This feeling of helplessness only worsed as the bloody mist rolled in again, consuming the red eyed shinobi as his battle against these hollow eyed dopplegangers intensified, robbing him of vision as he felt more pain spread across his body. Alone against a horde with no aid, Konsho could feel his heart quickening in some vague way as his breathing became rapid, only able to dodge with some unknown method of simply knowing they were attacking. As the fog felt like it was entering his lungs, threatening to drown him as countless hands both flesh and metal held his jaw open, Konsho would see it all leave for the briefest of moments. Then; a set of fox eyes glaring at him as a wave of lightning washed over his right arm. He could feel his body slowly crumbling, his skull approaching a sharpened piece of obsidian as he approached the ground, seconds away from crashing into it-
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Konsho shot up in a cold sweat, a feeling he always despised. To be so thoroughly drenched as if his body was overheating, yet to also feel chilled to his bones, it was equal parts horrific and pathetic. His heart still pounding in his ears, the crimson eyed genin attempted to steady his breathing. He could still see the arena, the faces, the lighting... It didn't matter. What did matter was finding Riku. As Konsho took in his surroundings, he'd find himself in a rather familiar bed, realizing he had been brought to Riku's hut for medical treatment. Well that problem is solved.

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