[Gure Yuuta]

For plague and pestilence,

plunder and pollution,

the hazards of nature and the hunger of children

are the foes of every nation.

Fighting through the bandits that had barred his path. The clone would send many to their death; however he wasn't closer to Roku than before. This didn't stop the now worrying father as his attacks became more brutal yet clean and swift. Armed with a kunai, he sliced his way through the first wave of opponents, only to see that reinforcements had arrived.

"shit… what's going on? These bandits shouldn't have been this organized. Something is up…”

As more enemies gathered between him and Roku the clone would clearly see a man ride in on a horse, clearly the leader. When he began to roughen up the boy, that's when the clone lost his composure. As if a deadly plague fell upon the battleground, the clones body rushed into the crowd of bandits. Taking it several stuff the Kunai alone, he would begin to gain some momentum, as both Roku and the brutal leader’s image became clearer.

"ROKU! SON! I’M COMING”

The clones voice thundered through the ever crowding streets. Of course Yuuta had the ability to take out every single bandit here but that meant using one of his deadlier mold jutsu. However, those techniques would put Roku's life in danger. The only thing he could do was migration, merging into the ground as he ran, the clone Yuuta would instantly close the gap between him and Roku's attackers. Clone Yuuta would emerge from the ground a couple meters from the leader, Roku and the horse they had mounted. As soon as he had come from the earth, the bandits moved in and closed the area between him and his son.

"I'm going to fucking kill you all!”

The rage in his voice was genuine yet the bandits feared their leader more than they did Yuuta. Of course that was because the leaf Jounin hadn't showed them just how deadly he could be and they knew it were because of the boy. Despite his reluctance to use his mold jutsu, the man would grow them detonate ravaging grey mold grenades in his general area, killing a group of the bandits.

He continued his pursuit, clearing enough area to be directly behind the Roku and the leader, gaining enough momentum the clone would move to attack the man atop the horse but was interrupted by a spear from behind. It went straight through the clones back and out of it’s chest. Still reaching for his son as he began to break down, the Cline’s final words to Roku would be a promise and not just idle wishes.

"SURVIVE ROKU! I'LL FIND YOU… I'LL KILL THEM ALL!! THEY'LL FEEL MY HATE. THEY'LL KNOW WHAT TRUE PAIN IS!”…

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The jolt of chakra returning to the original Yuuta had awakened him from his sleep, as the experiences the clone witnessed rushed into his mind. The wounded man would rush on to the streets of the industrial village, only to see bodies upon bodies laid out along the street. Rushing to the villages entrance, there were traces of the battle between Yuuta’s clone and the bandits but Roku were no where to be found.

Falling down to his knees, the Jounin’s eyes wept for his child. Then he noticed a headband, it was Roku's shinobi headband. Yuuta wouldn't mistake it because it once belonged to Yuuta himself. The realization of Roku being taken had finally gotten the best of the Jounin. The emotional trauma caused his chakra to spike wildly, sending a wave of black mold spores throughout the entire town, decomposing anything and everything organic that weren’t inside the metal buildings.

"I've… lost him…”

Yuuta vowed to find the boy regardless if he were alive or had died. Nothing would stand in his way. The end of an Era had come and the birth of a great cataclysm was upon the world. The man known as Gure Yuuta were no more, what stood in his place were Chaos and Vengeance; Ekibyo…. Pestilence once again walked the earth.

TEAM 3@sato

CODED BY REM OF WW

[Gure Rokurou]

Despite his kicking, squirming and attempts to reach for the katana situated at the man's hip(as he was unable to reach past the man's arm and reach his own arsenal of kunaiand shuriken) he felt the air squeezed out of him and soon the shoulder was exchanged for the hard leather of a saddle and a firm grip on his neck. Yuuta came into sight and Roku had hope, because, of course, Yuuta would be able to defeat this man and get him out of this pickle he had landed himself in in an effort to protect his teacher and father. He was worming around, trying to twist out of the grip, but he didn't get far as Yuuta came rushing, ready to dismount the man. 

And then... 

He saw the spear. He saw  it sail through the air, seemingly in slow motion, and yet he didn't say anything. He wanted to scream for him to look out, but the words were stuck in his throat. Only a meek choking sound left him as he watched the spear go through the clone, and he knew it was one but... The blood, the look on his face well... It felt like he couldn't focus on anything else but the sight of the dying clone. The image was very much true to Yuuta and the sight seared itself into his mind. There was no way anyone could fight with a busted shoulder. Had he actually... 

Had he actually been the cause of this? No large scale jutsu had been used, but... Roku knew he had them. Knew they could wipe out the bandits in a heartbeat. And yet Yuuta hadn't used any of them... Because Roku had to get himself captured. And now Yuuta was going to be found and killed. All because Roku couldn't do a simple mission and act like any other shinobi, trained to kill and think on their feet. 

The clone poofed, the horse he was slung over seemed to vibrate with energy as it danced a few steps to the side, the man who had him on his horse laughed Roku saw his moment to slide down and make a run for it. Except... His legs were still very much tied... The situation seemed hopeless. The pain in his chest made it hard to breathe. The guilt siphoned what was left of his fighting spirit, replacing it with shock and as the horse picked up its pace he felt tears stinging his eyes and staining his cheeks. At least he could bury his face in the scent of worn leather and horse. The bandits' laughter and talking not reaching his ears. Perhaps, if he has been listening, he would have caught the exchange of information and the odd mentioning of an old hit on a Uchiha couple and their kid a good 14 years ago. 

All Roku knew was in his efforts to protect Yuuta and buy him some time, he had likely doomed him as well. And Roku would likely not be seeing the gates of Konohagakure ever again...

000 WORDS

Gure Yuuta

SHORT NOTES

THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY

[Gure Yuuta]

This is the way the world ends;
not with a bang or a whimper
But with zombies breaking down the back door

There was no way Yuuta would let one of the orphans be taken, let some his own goddamn child. Quickly using migration, the jounin merged into the ground and started after the bandits. Even if his arm busted he wasn't going to let them have Roku, even if every limb was torn from his body; Roku would survive this encounter.

Luckily for the Gure, when merged it was as though he were apart of nature itself. It was hard to explain but he could use the diverse organic life as his physical senses. Which meant catching up to the son nappers wouldn't be hard. As Yuuta moved through the very earth itself, flashbacks of Roku first birthday with Yuuta. While Yuuta was well versed with kids being one himself, he wasn't exactly trained at being a father. For Roku’s birthday he had gifted the boy his first kunai; of course this was probably a normal gift for a genin upon graduation but not for an a academy student. Since then Roku and Yuuta had grown close, so much so that they were inseparable.

Yuuta had to admit to himself that lately him and his son hadn’t been spending as much time, with work piling up and Yuuta trying to start training again it seemed as though he didn't have time for his boy; the jounin planned to make up for this. After today he'd give Roku as much space and attention he desired. The thought of losing him… well… it would completely destroy the man.

It wouldn't take long for Yuuta to find the group, the horse mounted leader was smart; having had the group cross a river to disperse their scent but Yuuta didn't need scent to catch them… waiting for them to cross the river the Gure shinobi emerged from the ground several meters in front of the horse. The jounin hoped to startle the magnificent creature as he didn't want to harm it in the cross fire.

Stringing together hand seals Yuuta would erect several barrier walls around himself and the group. Using the jutsu at least 5 times in rapid succession, creating a radius of sizable radius around himself and the nappers. Yuuta made sure to strategically place the barriers as to give them enough room to fight or Roku enough room to escape. The center of the created boundary spanned 15 meters in all direction, as the max range he could manifest the walls were 15 meters from his own position.

" If you rather not know what if feels like to become the living dead; then I suggest you return my son"

Yuuta couldn't even feel the pain in his arm now. The adrenaline that pumped through his veins dulled the sensation and increased his body's performance. The man's voice was loud in volume but low in pitch which was unlike the Jounin if one actually knew him. As he spoke to the group, his tactical mind was already in motion, figuring out several different scenarios that would see to it that him and his child got back home.

Preparing his next move, Yuuta decided to ready a jutsu that was faster than most his others in case the bandits were dumb enough to slay Roku right there. Although Yuuta didn't peg them for the mindless type, Roku was their only bargaining chip; if they didn't to die a agonizingly slow and painful death then they should do the right thing and heed the now furious parent.

" Nothing sends the message to your enemy that he has not fully understood the situation on the battlefield, like seeing your ally become a decaying sac of conscious flesh? Right?”

SPOILER: Click to show

Jutsu Used by Yuuta:
NAME: Ikō [Migration]
RANK: D
CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low to very high [Depending on Speed and Distance]
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu | Clan Ability
ELEMENT: N/A
HANDSEALS: 1
DESCRIPTION:
The first jutsu created by the Gure clan and the first ability the clan members are taught, Iko is the basic of all the Gure clan techniques. Named after the Great Migration of the Gure's past, Ikō enables the Gure to merge their body with the ground and flora. Once merged the Gure member can only be detected by chakra sensing, additionally the clan member can travel at varying speeds when merged; due to their genetics being similar to Fungi, the Gure clan is able to use their chakra to replicate the symbiont nature of their Fungi brethren; Then, using the underground network of organic matter, consisting of things like plant roots, decomposing organic material, soil and water veins, the clan can travel anywhere with high speed. Individually, A gure clan member can only cover a certain amount of area before needing to emerge. The max area an jounin level Gure can travel is normally 10 kilometers, however there are a unique few (Elite jounin) who have pushed this limit to 15 usually due to skill or special abilities. Younger less experienced Gure clan members are commonly limited to 1-5 kilometers depending on the rank, Genin being able to pull off several meters to 1 kilometer max and Chunin being able to move 5 kilometers max. Sp. Jounin and average jounin 5-10. It should be noted that this jutsu can be used by multiple Gure clan member’s together to increase its range and strength. It should be noted that Iko is an infiltration and travel jutsu and the merging process isn't fast enough to evade jutsu.

NAME: Kekkai: Kabe (Barrier: Wall)
RANK: D
TECH TYPE: universal | Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: None
CHAKRA USAGE:Very low - Very High depending on size of wall/ Very Low to maintain
DESCRIPTION:
The user creates a solid wall like barrier that appears almost instantly anywhere within a 15ft radius. The wall itself is highly durable and requires D ranked jutsu power to shatter anything lower would simply be ineffective against the wall if not outright break after coming in contact with it, with weapons would need to be empowered with chakra to do any damage though that are not are ineffective with projectiles harmless clattering down to the ground. The wall can be sprung up in a moments notice and the shape and size of it varies depending on the users preference and chakra use (anywhere between 5ft and 15ft tall). As many walls can be made as the user wishes to make (or have the chakra to make) however the plus side is that once the walls are created they take no chakra to maintain. Requires three hand seals. Used several times to create a boundary

One jutsu prepped

TEAM 3@sato

CODED BY REM OF WW

[Gure Rokurou]

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Little would register for the genin, but as time passed the group would arrive at a river, about to cross when Yuuta emerged, the horse was unprepared, but trained for combat, so it did not startle, only halt and awaited orders from the rider. The rider would regard the bloody man, his features revealing nothing. Silence stretched and tension between the group and the bloody jounin rose. Would they surrender the genin?[break][break]
As they stood there, Roku would regain some of his wits, rusty brown eyes were glassy but did register the sight of a very angry, but alive Yuuta. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be safe in the little hide away. Was it some clone? Or some vision? A dream? he wasn't sure. When a hand above him shifted and grabbed hold of his hair he tensed, only to be thrown from the horse head first. Witha grunt he landed at the edge of the river, water sloshing over his head and up is torso until he wormed his way further up on the bank. He would have the horse-rider in sight. His eyes would look down upon him, "Luck is on your side this time,  son of Akai."[break][break]
The man would glare at Yuuta as he pulled the horse to rear and turn taking off down the bank to find another place to cross. Roku was still staring at where they had been, his stressed out mind replaying the man's merciless face and words. [break][break]
Who was Akai? And why the hell did he think he was this Akai's son?! He had only stopped his attempt to kill him when he saw the...[break][break] 
The locket...  [break][break]
His brain more or less short circuited. He didn't want to make any more connections. It made his head hurt and he for now he'd simply lay where, slowly soaking up more water and mud. 

SPOILER: Click to show

JUTSU HERE

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Son of Akai? Yuuta thought to himself; it was clear to the jounin that the mounted Warrior knew more than he let on. When the man grabbed Roku’s hair Yuuta did all he could to hold back the urge to rot the man’s arm. Thinking that he was about to do a deplorable act, Yuuta’s usual control of his emotions disappeared, and an outburst would come from the man's mouth. [break] [break]

"DO IT AND I SWEAR, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU…. GURE ICHIZOKU NINPOU!...” [break] [break]

Stringing together the required hand seals for his strongest jutsu. Yuuta’s emotion fueled spiel dripped with a confidence that made his words resound as fact instead of a mere threat. The emotions the Jounin were experiencing in this exact moment were a rarity to say the least. Vexation, despair, malignity, and revulsion; intermingling with a sense of hope, determination and concrete conviction. [break][break]

It seemed that the mounted shinobi had someone who cared about him, wishing his safe return home; that or he had great skill at judging the rigid air of their situation. Although, Yuuta still didn't take kindly to how he treated his son’s body, throwing the boy head first near the shore of the river before galloping off. Yuuta wasted no time in his actions, completing the seals for the jutsu he were going to use just moments ago. [break][break]

Despite the enemy shinobi seemingly retreating, Yuuta would still activate the Fairy King’s Forest jutsu. Being Yuuta’s personal domain it would protect the father and son duo from a sudden attack should the horse rider return. Rushing over to his boy as the autonomous fungal Forest grew around them; Yuuta’s eyes began to fill with tears for the first time since he had slain his sister Kinko.[break][break]

"Rokurou! SON. It's ok…. I'm here… You don’t have to worry any longer. So long as I'm alive… death will welcome anyone who harms you” [break][break]

As he spoke, Yuuta held the boy as tight as he possibly could to his chest. The man's entire world had were almost uprooted; so he savored every second that the boy was pressed into his heart. His words though abhorrent, were birth from love… what made the statements distinctly more abominable were the "truth” that were etched into every syllable. [break][break]

SPOILER: Click to show

JUTSU HERE

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Moments after the rider retreated from the scene, the forest of mushrooms grew, forcing the rider and his group to halt and evade the rising fungal structures. Roku would barely register the change, only noting it as a side comment, feeling nothing but a sense of safety mingle with his fear.[break][break]
Arms grasped him, only then did he realize the tremors moving through his body hands moved to grasp at the bloodied garb of the jounin, blood staining his scraped and muddy hands. Eyes squeezed shut as his mind tried to find sense in the situation and regain control of both body and mind. [break]
First was his breath. With the world blacked out and the scents of the Fairy King's Forest all around him, his rapid breathing was evident and only through concentration on it and the way his lungs expanded, did he manage to calm it to a point where his head no longer buzzed due to the hyperventilating he had been doing. Next came a mental check of his own body, where it hurt, where it felt worst, noting his legs were still tied. He didn't have the courage to speak, his tongue and vocal cords seemingly made of lead.[break][break]
However long it took, he would eventually come around, feeling safe enough to speak and move with certainty and firmness in his actions. Firstly, he would undo his bonds, then wiggle his way out of the jounin's hold to look at him. Rusty eyes were red and glassy still. It took him only a moment to find his words, even then they were quiet and fragile. "Dad..." [break][break]
Eyes moved from the jounin's face to his shoulder. Then to his hands. Then back. Then they remained glued to the ground, he didn't want to look at the man's face. Shame tinged the feelings of safety and relief... "I want to go home..."[break][break]
If the man could, they start to make their way home, and once they did... Roku retreated to his room once he knew Yuuta was being treated.

SPOILER: Click to show

JUTSU HERE

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Yuuta held the boy for a moment, honestly he kinda missed when Rokuro was a child. When he actually needed Yuuta for everything, and though the situation were perilous. Yuuta enjoyed the brief moment that Roku had become his child once again. Both the shinobi were battle worm as far as their physical state were concern. Yuuta’s arm, Roku’s everything; luckily they weren't too far from Konoha. [break][break]

The equestrian mounted shinobi were headed northeast when they still had the boy, which proved to be in Roku and Yuuta’s benefit. By the time Yuuta had caught up to them they'd be closer to the village than when they had left Sagyo. After a moment to collect themselves Yuuta pulled himself from Roku who had buried his face in the man's chest. [break][break]

"Let's go home Roku”[break][break]

Yuuta spoke and exhaled simultaneously; it felt like he had been holding his breathe from the moment he had awaken to now. The feeling of relief and adrenaline mixed within his body, giving him a euphoric air of security. Though, he would not let his guard down; as they began walking, The man's words played over and over again in Roku’s mind. [break][break]

Son of Akai, Son of Akai…[break][break]

Was this jealousy? Roku was his child, not this Akai and if the person was indeed Rokuro's biological parent then why on earth would he abandon the boy? As far as Yuuta was concerned the deadbeat had given up his rights as a parent long before Roku had come to be in Yuuta’s care. The Gure jounin eyed the boy as they walked. What if he wanted to meet this Akai? What would he leave? [break][break]

Yuuta sighed and forced away the thoughts of whomever Akai was. He decided that they had enough drama for one day and would deal with Akai when that situation presented itself. For now he'd just enjoy the walk home, humming a tune from a cartoon Roku used to watch when he was younger, The Tiger King movie.[break][break]

SPOILER: Click to show

JUTSU HERE

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[Gure Rokurou]

[attr="class","dorado2"]The walk home was monotonous and largely with focus on putting one foot in front of the other. How did he feel? His body was growing progressively more tired as the effects of the adrenaline wore of, but his emotional state was more... muddled. Like disturbed water clouded by the sand and mud at the bottom...  He would be walking in a haze, the tunes of The Tiger King slowly infecting his world and making him feel much younger than he was. It had been a favorite of his after he was put in Yuuta's care... And now it just seemed to poke at his feelings of vulnerability and weakness.  It would be something he needed to unpack later, but as they entered the gates and Yuuta was delivered to the hospital, Roku politely excused himself and slipped out the nearest exit and made for home. The comfort and privacy of his room calling him like a siren's song. Any kids roaming around the house would be avoided as best as he could and if not, then brushed off with a smile and an excuse. Only when the door shut behind him did he lean against it and release a breath, his body sagging against the door as he did. Slowly, arms came to hug his body, knees bending and eventually they were pulled up and closer to his chest, head tilting forward to rest against his arms and knees. For a while he would just sit there, mind slowly unfolding the events and pushing others further away.  [attr="class","dorado3"] [attr="class","dorado4"] [attr="class","dorado5"]# Gure Yuuta [attr="class","dorado6"]Their life is worth a hundred of mine... [attr="class","bycrane"]made by crane

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