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Nozarashi's teeth chattered as he waded through the snow, crunching his boots carefully through the thick layer of powder. Snowflakes fell all around him, landing on his signature hat and melting into the leopard fur. He gazed about him in the empty valley: a sea of white save for the rocky sides of jagged cliffs that towered above him and a small line of arctic trees. Letting out a stream of hot breath from his lungs, Nozarashi began to feel himself shiver. He blew into his fingers and rubbed them together.

Snow Country was a bad choice.

Despite the fact that he was well accustomed to cold weather, what remained of Yatsu City was still a step above the temperatures of Snow Country. As much as he would have liked avoiding the climate altogether, Nozarashi had encountered a small squad of hunter-nin, and such circumstances necessitated his journey. Trudging onward through the snow, he began to succumb to the weather.

Gotta...get...warm.

Stumbling through the snow that had begun to feel more and more heavy against his feet, Nozarashi approached a nearby tree and quickly formed a few handseals. Holding out his hand, electricity danced across his fingertips and arced in a brilliant bolt of energy. Hitting the tree, the smell of burnt wood wafted into the air. Under the sound of sizzling snow, the spark ignited a fire quickly growing about the base of the tree. With a great sigh of relief, the missing nin held out his hands in front of the flame, glad at last to feel some warmth from the cold.

Thaaat's more like it.

He did it, perfectly aware that the smoke could attract the attention of the hunter-nins hunting him. Or someone else.



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Nadare peered down at the man who took shelter by a small tree fire he'd started below him. The wayward son of snow been tracking him at a great distance for some time now, waiting for some indication as to his origin or his abilities. It became clear that whoever he was, his prey was adept at lightning style ninjutsu. But was he really alone? There was no evidence that the man was part of a larger group...

Likely a forward scout, a long way from home.

Nothing gave him the all-too-familiar feeling that he was to be ambushed, and so, when he was sure that he was not walking into a trap, he endeavored to kill this intruder into his territory.

And he won't be returning, Nadare thought, grinning with a wicked smile which curled his lips beneath his face mask. Kumogakure refuse.

He'd give him little warning. He contorted his hands through seals before clasping his hands together. The sound echoed off of the environment, but by the time his quarry would hear this gesture, it'd be too late. An array of spindly, transparent spears formed from ice around Nadare's head. He fired each one through chakra in succession, aiming each just a touch higher than the last one to rain down on the lone, unfortunate thunderbolter.

He knew that if any failed to hit their target, he'd need to silence it up close and personally. He formed another seal. With practiced precision, Nadare's feet gripped the icy cliff face and he propelled himself downward. Many members of Hidden Cloud he'd had the pleasure of destroying were fond of swordsmanship, but Nadare was not worried by this -- he had his own methods of dealing with armed opponents, and it had been too long since he was given such an opportunity to hone his skills in Taijutsu. Part of him, in truth, hoped that his ninjutsu would miss entirely. Still, if he was on his own in the foreign, forlorn country, there was a chance that his prey was highly skilled and capable of handling himself. Another wish. He hadn't done combat with a Jounin since running across a refugee from his own village, and that engagement had been cut shorter than he would have preferred. He was, at the end of the day, itching for a real fight.

Nadare thrived in combat.

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Warming up by his fire, Nozarashi's ears perked up as he heard a loud clap instantly followed by the sound of objects whistling towards him. Adrenaline exploding into his veins, chakra surged to his feet, lifting them slightly off the ground. In a burst of his chakra-induced magnetic field, he was propelled 10 yards to the right. To Nadare, his body would be a blur, snow kicking up behind him. Taking advantage of the momentum from the technique, as his feet touched the ground again, Nozarashi rebounded off of the snow and flipped into a nearby tree. His feet found themselves on a high branch, and he gave a sigh of relief as he saw the...ice spears hit the snow where he had been standing.

That was too close!

Taking the time to assess his new opponent, Nozarashi looked up to see a masked man (clad in a warm-looking winter coat!) sliding down the cliff like it was a playground. It looked like, despite his original approach, he was coming to get up close in personal.

"Hey, buddy, what was that for?!"

As he spoke, he readied a quick succession of handseals.

"Those things could have skewered me!"

Nozarashi, of course, knew that he himself was no stranger to close combat. But for now, it was time to test this stranger's abilities. Learn thy enemy! First step to beating them. He didn't know much about the remnants of Yukigakure and why their rogue jounin were so...cold (pun intended), but he certainly knew that this guy didn't want to be his friend. Gathering chakra electricity in his hand, he waited for the opportune moment. The Magnetic Rush technique gave him some cushion distance to wait for him. When Mr. Iceman would get close enough, Nozarashi would throw the ball of electricity in his hand—not to him—but rather in front of him. The result would be rather unsavory.

"Tell you what, if I win, you have to give me your coat!"



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Nadare was seething. Did this man think it was all a joke? Just some game? If it was, Nadare was definitely playing for keeps, and the stakes were much higher than his insulated clothing. With unchecked rage, he gathered chakra in his palm, visible white light chirping with the sound of a thousand birds. He roared.

Urraaaagh!

His quarry shifted positions with ease, gliding across the ground out of the way of his spears and manuvering up into the trees. A ball of electricity of cackled to life in his own hand. Nadare would put it to the test. Springing from the base of the cliff in haste, he soared through the air, intent on plunging his chakra saber through the Cloud ninja's chest. Lightning met his jutsu with thunderous effect. Lines of voltage spewed out on impact, licking nearby tree branches and the ground below. Just inches before he could make contact with his target's body, he felt his right arm grow heavy and tense. Surges jumped about his chain arm guard until he realized that his arm, which previously held the Chidori, went numb. The chakra he'd manifested dissipated into nothing. It was the price he paid for attacking head-on, but Nadare knew that it was only the beginning.

With great effort, he focused chakra into his feet and kicked off of the air itself, changing his trajectory mid-air and sailing back to the right at an angle which would keep him out of the area of the Cloud shinobi's attack. He landed on a branch in a tree several meters across from his enemy, who was clearly a worthy adversary as Nadare had hoped he would be.

The man opposite him was quite large, with the advantage of several inches of height and muscle tone. Even so, Nadare was smaller, lithe and agile. He raised his hands to form more handseals, unwilling to offer his opponent a chance to try another attack against him. To his dismay, only his left arm responded to signals sent by his brain. Whatever ninjutsu technique he'd cut through moments before was, it was enough to disable the use of his right arm completely.

Furious, Nadare snarled. He narrowed his eyebrows and readied his legs to move, anticipating a follow-up by the man he intended to slay in the snow.

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Old 09-13-2015, 01:01 AM   #5
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Ooh, that's gotta hurt.

Nozarashi almost winced as he saw the guy's chidori make contact with his kyuuden, only muffling the tangle of lightning that quickly enveloped the Snow shinobi's right arm. The resulting light show, however, was quite spectacular, fringing on the trees below and sizzling snow to water. Luckily (or rather, unluckily) his opponent managed to somehow maneuver mid-air into a nearby tree. Finally able to get a close look at the guy, Nozarashi’s eyes met his. Underneath contorted eyebrows lay icy blue eyes filled with hatred.

It was then, not more than several meters away, in which he began to feel an innate sense tingle at the back of his head. Like heat from a fire, he could feel a burning, boiling sense of bloodlust whirling about the Snow shinobi.

So he’s laying for keeps, then.

He watched as the man struggled to raise his right arm, but to no avail. Nozarashi met his smile with a smirk. The kyuuden would have rendered it useless for several moments, and for now, the missing-nin would be playing with the upper hand. The only question was whether or not he could capitalize on that upper hand. He didn’t really know why this guy wanted to kill him, whether it was for his stuff or because of some strange unresolved issues or even if he just killed to kill. But either way, Nozarashi shrugged it off. Whoever this guy was, he took things way too seriously.

If he wants to play, I’ll play.

Nozarashi motioned his right hand upward, producing three kunai between his fingers. With a powerful swing, he threw all three directly at his opponent.



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Taking note of his enemy's obvious hand motion, Nadare knew better than to stay in the same place any longer. He dropped low, hugging the trunk with his good arm and legs, rolling to the underside of the branch upon which he stood. He focused chakra in his feet again, gripping the bottom and hanging upside down. His hood sagged and his hair felt the effect of gravity as he judged his distance from the ground.

Confident he could land safely, he dropped into a crouching position against the slushy forest floor, unscathed.

Nadare brought down a sealing tag, fished from somewhere on his person, down onto the wintery ground. It would be difficult to see amid the snow and twigs which lined the earth around it. He tapped it forcefully, forcing his chakra into the slip of paper marked with the kanji for ice through a two-fingered jab. He'd lay more, and would have then and there if not for his disabled right arm which hung limp at his side. He didn't make an effort to hide his affliction from leopard-head and wondered why he hadn't tried to take advantage of it in close quarters combat yet. Nadare knew he carried a sword and was eager to see how well he knew how to use it -- rather, Nadare was sure that if the Raiton user pursued him, he'd be frozen solid.

Fight me! thought the avalanche, staring up at the man with sudden hatred, malice in his eyes.

Every moment he could spare was directed into regaining control of his right arm. For a second, he became aware of the fact that it might be permanently disabled without a shinobi medic's healing abilities. Refusing to dwell on it, he retreated further into the woods to draw his opponent's attention. Nadare's cave-home was not far away, and for months after his return to his home country, he'd done well to booby trap much of the outlying area...

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The missing-nin watched intently as he saw the Snow shinobi swing to the bottom of the tree branch and detach onto the ground. Somewhat curious, Nozarashi kept on his perch, watching the shinobi slap something against the ground. Can't quite...see it. It was then when the rogue shinobi looked back at him again, eyes still full of hatred. Even despite not being able to feel the man's bloodlust anymore, Nozarashi knew exactly what they meant. This guy is taunting me! He might as well give me his coat right now. It was then when the shinobi bolted, escaping into the arctic woodland.

Where does he think he's going?!

His question, of course, remained unanswered as he watched the white form approach and enter the trees.

No, don't pursue...he's luring you into a trap...

But the adrenaline had already began to fade, and he could feel the cold again. He really wanted that coat. Tensing in order to jump off the tree, Nozarashi stopped himself. Staring back at the ground where the Snow shinobi had landed, Nozarashi spent a moment in quiet observation. He then promptly dropped a kunai on the spot. Ice emerged, engulfing the projectile entirely. The missing-nin grunted.

Looks like I'll just have to probe my way through.

Dropping into the snow, Nozarashi focused unto his magnetic field, coursing chakra into the three projectiles he had thrown earlier. Finding them, he willed them to life, causing them to glide in front of him, acting as probes in his path for any future trap.

And then, with a quick stride, he pursued.



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Nadare fluidly coursed ahead, close toed shinobi shoes gliding over the iced ground. It was a highly efficient method of transporation. He blazed a trackless path through the wood, rocking back and forth to skate past trees and avoid clusters of his own freezing traps and pitfalls, but maintained a mostly straight line. He did want to be followed, afterall. He eyed a hare, encased in ice along the way -- he'd departed his clandestine dwelling that morning intent on retrieving any game his elaborate hunting grounds might have provided the night before. It made him realize that he was fairly hungry.

Before long, he came to a machination he was quite proud of -- a huge tree, two feet around and easily ninety feet high, secured to the earth with a tight set of line spiraling out in all directions. This was no food trap, though. No, Nadare had devised this as a means of bringing the might of the forest down on those he wished to see destroyed. It was nearly impossible to see with the naked eye, but the lines held a specific purpose. The tree had, in fact, been cut at wedges in multiple directions (covered up, to avoid detection) just a foot from the earth. Nadare skirted past its base, kunai in his good hand. Tiny wires were cut in an instant, and the tree maintained balance. It was primed. He skidded to a halt, taking cover behind it and sneaking a peek out onto the horizon. He could see his prey in the distance, moving forward into his threshold at a surprising speed, but how?

Ah... impressive.

Nadare snorted, feeling anger well up within him again as his palm felt prickly. Kunai buzzed about his person, stabbing and spinning in all manner of direction. He must have used them to scan for tripwires and seals, and looked unhindered. The thunderbolter was skilled indeed, but Nadare's confidence skyrocketed. His adrenaline surged.

I don't need both hands to beat you, filth.

He made another jabbing motion as before, this time at the tree. Bright blue light illuminated a ring wrapping around the full circumference and affixed to the bark -- a circle of freezing traps, meticulously painted to be camoflauged against it. As soon as his fingers touched it, the towering lumber weapon teetered forward to fall directly into, and with luck, onto his adversary. As it began to topple over, ice shot up its length.

You're finished!

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Ears perked at as something began to sway in the wind, Nozarashi's eyes fleeted to the image of the Snow shinobi cutting what appeared to be wire attached to a massive tree. The great trunk had already been split, and the entirety of the tree began to fall towards him. The continuous sound of wood snapping cracked throughout the forest. Ice snaked up the base of the trunk, enveloping the tree bark in an icy tomb. Dozens of options rushed through Nozarashi's mind.

Just dive to the side!

Yet the missing-nin realized, to his dismay, that doing so would risk setting off another trap.

That's not good.

He magnetically brought the kunai towards him, preparing for whatever it is he intended on doing. But it was technique that required great focus, and he could not scour the nearby landing spots for a trap and be able to escape the fall of the tree in time. The great tree was already accelerating faster towards him, the sound of snapping wood having transitioned to the sound of wind whistling through pine needles.

That's not good!

Hand quickly flying to the hilt of his sword, Nozarashi promptly drew it, the hilt of his sword handle matching the hat worn upon his head. With a great swing of his arm, he threw the sword behind him. Tree rearing up to crush him, Nozarashi back-flipped through the air, out of the way. The sword landed, smack dab onto another ice trap, ice quickly enveloping the blade. Landing—one-footed—on the hilt of the sword, he let out a deep breath as he saw the tree land on the snowy ground, a single bead of sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. On his new perch, Nozarashi gave a dirty glance at the man-with-the-coat ahead.

Kunai now coming back to him, probing the nearby snow, Nozarashi anxiously returned the ground, and drew his ice-encased sword from the earth. Giving a slight sight of irritation, the missing-nin smashed the sword against a nearby tree, causing the layer of ice to shatter.

Man, I hate Snow Country!



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Nadare's lips curled into a wicked smile as his trap collided with the earth. The ninja from Kumogakure had managed to evade it, if only barely. Still, the huge fallen pillar of ice would provide ample source material for his signature technique: Hyouton - Wareru. His home field advantage would garner more and more favor as the battle dragged on, though, here and now seemed as good of a time as ever to end it.

His right hand twitched. It felt normal, responding to him accurately enough as he flexed it open and closed a few times. Nadare seized the opportunity to fly through chains of handseals. His opponent lacked what he could tell to be adequate winter gear. Nadare, a force of nature in his own right, felt compelled to capitalize on that fact.

Calling down a heavy storm, Nadare quickly blanketed the field with a layer of freshly fallen snow. Before long, the collected total would leave more than a foot on the ground. As flakes drifted down in the flurry, he continued to mold chakra. A moment later, he finished sealing. The necessary chakra was molded within him and the area around him -- the surrounding air temperature plummeted and a coat of permafrost spread out from beneath his feet. Without hesitating any further, Nadare leaped upwards to zip across the frozen lumber towards his foe, who he noticed had freed his sword from an ice trap with little difficulty. Sword or not, it wouldn't make a difference.

Winter was upon him.

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