Fight Fight Fight! (OOC;; Gen'ei)

[Nizumi]

"Psh." sounded Nizumi as he walked up the stairs to a broken down shrine. "Nizumi would own these gods." he said in an angered voice. The sun peaked over the gray clouds, shining it's welcoming rays over the main structure in the complex. Nizumi continued up the steps, bearing the weight of numerous scrolls as if they were nothing. Sighing, Nizumi made a small hop landing at the platform. Surrounding him were numerous structures, a hall starting at the edges of the staircases, and moving into the tall tower in the center, dead ahead of where he currently was. He sighed as he eyes the red tiles which seemed to be old and tattered. Some lay shattered upon the ground. In the center of the stone paved courtyard was a well. The bucket attatched to a string which was extending into the well. "This places sucks."

Kneeling down he sighed. His fiery red hair hanging off his pale forehead. He closed his eyes, waiting for he his affiliate. What a great day this would be.

[Hasaki]

The gleam of light on the razor edge of a sword would be the only warning, unseen due to Nizumi's kneeling position, of the Nukenin's impending doom. Attached firmly to a bandage, a gigantic sword shot out from the shadows as yet unlit by the dawning sun, beyond the tree line surrounding the broken shrine. The sword shot towards Nizumi's right where it came to an abrupt halt before swinging towards the kneeling Nukenin with tremendous force -- So much so that the tip of the large sword ripped through the stone pillar on the left side of the shrine's foundation as though it were naught more than a loaf of bread on it's way towards the kneeling Nukenin.

After the full swing, regardless of if it hit or not, the bandage holding the sword jerked back, sending the sword hilt first back the way it came. A single hand caught the sword by it's exceptionally long hilt and rested it on the shoulder of it's owner while the man's opposite hand rewound the bandages about his right forearm. A calm look was in the teal eyes of the silver haired shinobi as he crouched in the shadows that were even then beginning to lighten up. After a few moments, should his opponent still be among the livings, the Shinobi would speak.

"Nashigai Tenpai, A rank threat in the Bingo Book and formerly a ninja of Sunagakure." The man said, introducing Nizumi for him before standing. He was in a traditional Kirigakure Jounin outfit, the dark blue jumpsuit and equally dark sandals, along with a typical dark blue Kirigakure flak vest. The only part of his outfit that didn't belong to a Kirigakure Jounin were the bandages fully enclosing both of his arms, and the gloves that he wore over his hands and over the bandages.

On his left thigh were his shuriken and kunai holsters, which might lead some people to think he was left handed. In reality, he was right handed, but he wielded his sword in the right hand so he had to use kunai in his left. He had little doubt that his opponent would recognize him from his appearance, as most Nukenin knew of the Shinobigatana if only due to the fact that three of their former members had become Nukenin.

[Nizumi]

Nizumi's head cocked back as he heard the gargantuan example of a sword slice through the air. Pushing his legs off, he landed on a small resting platform divided two flights of stairs. Raising a brow, he payed no mind to what the man said. Nizumi never payed mind to the appearance of people he fought, not unless needed. Smirking madly, he placed his hand on his back. "I see you have a thing for swords." a smirk on his face. Pulling the flap of the Zaigo Seisho, Nizumi withdrew a blade locked within it. Tsurugi no Zaigoyuigonsho. "I have one too. I am sure mine is stronger." his blade held out, while the other man spoke. Nizumi scanned the environment for less than a second before he disappeared with Shunshin speed.

Now standing five yards off of the other man's locale, pointed his Tsurugi threateningly. "Watch! I shall slice you down!" he shouted, as he channeled Wind Natured Chakra into his blade. Wind blew off the blade as the air vented itself violently. Small gusts blew back the red hair that sprouted from Nizumi's scalp. Lazily, he swiped his blade in the air, releasing his chakra from the blade. Moving wildly, a small front of wind would grace the area the man stood in. Were he to stay there, he would be brushed off his guard.

"I shall show you the power that was harbored by the Nashigai Clan!" he said chuckling slightly. "Sukinton!"

[Hasaki]

Hasaki watched the Nukenin with a bored look on his face. Hefting his sword up, the Jounin swung it across infront of him forcibly, the lengthy weapon cutting through the wind heading at him and dispelling it with the single stroke. The blade had absorbed the chakra within the air, and stopped the winds with the wind generated from it's own swing, completely nulling Nizumi's attack while also feeding the chakra to Hasaki. As the blade came around to his right, he took a few steps forward and let go of his sword -- it's momentum carrying it further out before he grabbed it much lower on the hilt and brought it around.

"I am Akumu Hasaki..." He said while stepping. Bringing the sword around, he spoke again as he slashed downwards at Nizumi from about five feet away, most of the blade coming down at Nizumi, with Hasaki holding the weapon little under halfway down it's four foot hilt. "... Member of the Kiri no Shinobigatana Nananin Shu!" His sword would siphon off Nizumi's own chakra as it got near, even if it didn't actually cut him, much like the sword Samehada that belonged to the Akatsuki member Kisame.

[Nizumi]

Nizumi yawned as the man introduced himself. Meanwhile, as the blade slashed down into his area, he placed his blade up, placing the flat side against the flat side of Akumu's blade. However, he didn't move his blade. To ensure the blade stay within place, he held his blade there. His red eyes scanned the man as he moved along the blade, sparks emitting from the joint portion of the blades. By the time he was in front the hilt, his left hand flicked outward, two kunai shooting off into the direction of the man's abdomen. Hopping back off the blade, he landed atop the well's red tiling. His black cloak staying still, the massive amount of weight laying on Nizumi.

"You should really not talk. It bothers me when my opponents speak." he said, being a rather large hypocrite.