2 Monsters Bare It's Fangs [Battle]

"Your Headquarters will soon be destroyed along with your cursed soul." Zazuro grumbled. He silently stood where he stands.

"Heh heh heh. Aahahahahaha!!." Kazujo laughed of a dragon. "Is that so? I wonder if my little demon apprentice can really kill his godlike master!! Ahahahahahaha!!!! What a joke! If I was able to kill your cursed reincarnation s'posely your fatherlike figure, Zazuro Xanuzuro Uchiha the 1st, I can merely kill you easily too!! I have gotten stronger over the years whwther you know it or not."

"If I were you, I'd choose your words carefully and wisely. You are just too dumb to be serious at a time like this. I'd kill you in any way I can see. Blood, your soul vanishing, smashing your bones, your body burnt to ash to nothing. Anything."

Zazuro said, he took one step forward then suddenly went behind kazujo, striking his neck head-on.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you had gotten weakened over the years by old age but despite the fact that you are older than me. I shall be far stronger than you, surpass you. Measure my capcity."

Kazujo bent down quickly, taking his hands on the ground and dashed forward. While he dashed forward, his twisted his body toward the ceiling and threw amass of weapons; kunais, senbons, poison needles, shurikens, chakra wires, dragon weapons & tools, spears, blades at Zazuro.

Kazujo slammed his feet on the earth surface as he lands. He looks up with all-yellowish eyes of a dragon's.

Zazuro took his cloak off that which would soon slow him down in battle. He stands with his all black outfit, even covering his face with a mask and his eyes and covering his hair with cloth too. He is definitely is using one's body on him.

"Shinra Tensei." Zazuro spoke, without lifting his finger. All the weapons went away. "You are done with those toy obstacles?"

Kazujo ducked as the weapons flew by. "So you achieved it, eh. Zazuro-kun. The Riringan."

Kazujo pulls out his long main sword of an Akuma.

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Name: Akuma Clan Main Katana (sword)
Rank: B/A
Type: Attack, Defense, Supplementary
Looks:
Description: This sword is the Akuma Clan's main sword that everyone in the clan gets this sword. A strong steel fighting sword, barely can get destroyed or chipped.
Special Ability: N/A

Zazuro moves his hand and slowly removes his mask. Revealing his not-so-new Riringan. His Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan blended in with the Rinnegan. "Yes. This is the newest eye I've developed, it didn't reject me as well." Zazuro moved behind kazujo and shoved him into a wall, causing the wall the crumble down.

Kazujo grinned. "Heh heh heh. So it has come....very, very soon." He murmured to himself.

"I guess I'll pressure on you a bit." Kazujo ran and swung his sword, clashing with zazuro's hands. He pushed him down towards the wall.

"Blood Blizzard!" Zazuro tapped his fingers into Kazujo's stomache making his body be torn and ripped a little apart, making such a blood storm. Zazuro shoved him back, making him go against the wall on the other side of the room.

"If you had made a mistake in your life, it's too late to correct it." he said while walking as Zazuro pulled out his sword. "Now, DIE!!!" He wanted to take his time, he knew Kazujo is weakened and isn't going to move. He put his sword in front of him and aimed for Kazujo's front neck.

Kazujo quickly opened my mouth to speak. "I made one grave mistake once in the past......." Kazujo grinned, showing his pointy dragon fangs.

"And that was, for killing Zazuro Xanuzuro Uchiha the 1st back then."

Zazuro stopped in his tracks. The sword is just few inches away from Kazujo's neck from killing him.

"What....did you just say?" Zazuro said, whimpers going in his throat and felt shocked.

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~~~~~~~~~~." Kazujo explained, he frowned and closing and opening his yellow eyes slowly.


"You're so naive.....You understand thie story now, Zazuro? You were gifted. It's not a curse."

"Please....Understand."