Padmosian War

Many years ago, in the eight realm of the Orient, there was one of many wars between the Aesir and the Vanir. These warring tribes fought over an ancient treasure known as the Morris Stones. These rocks were symbolic of the ancient history between the Aesir and the Vanir. Long ago, during the first epoch of life in the Orient, the Aesir and the Vanir dwelled in the same land together. The Vanir were a race of primitive, cyclopian organisms at the time.

There, the Aesir put the Vanir to compulsory labor in order to build a great wall around their cities and kingdoms. When one of the Vanir broke into the garden of Aedin to eat of the fruit of Knowledge, everything changed. The Vanir’s eyes were opened and they became a hyper intelligent race capable of liberating themselves from the Aesir and forming their own civilization. Thousands of years later, they wielded an empire that spanned over hundreds of worlds, and advanced technology and information that was unmatchable. Thus, the Vanir effectively closed the gap on the holy race of the Aesir, who had held an eminence over other beings and worlds since the dawn of time.

Now Abraxas, the great, great grandson of Nimrod (the first Vanirian to eat of the fruit and have his eyes opened) continued forth the effort that his ancestors had begun in seeking to overthrow the Aesirian empire.

Now, the Aesir were at this time governed by a ruthless King named Gazef, house of Barabbas.
He had stationed Aesirian warriors over Padmos, a border planet between the eighth and ninth realm where the Morris Stones were located. The border worlds were not to be “owned” by either the Aesirian or Vanirian empires, which was part of an old treaty between both tribes to ensure there was neutral territory in which negotiation and such could be done. Since the discovery of these ancient stones, however, that agreement had come under fire. You see the Vanir had come to own most territory in the eight realm, and the Aesir that of the ninth. Both tribes now sought to expand their empires to lower realms, which in previous generations was not thought to be feasible.

Abraxus, the emperor of the Vanir, had come to realize after examining various scrolls and interrogating conquered worlds that the stones were on Padmos, one of the smallest and meekest of the border worlds.
According to the scientists and priests, the Morris Stones possessed an ancient space-time power that was mysterious and not well understood; but could be vital in the search for a way to enable intergalactic and interdimensional travel on a large scale.

All that being said, still yet there were more fascinating entanglements going on amidst this conflict. A young Aesirian Prince who had just been commissioned to the battle had just arrived. Mithrandir, house of Avalon, was said to be the “Champion of the Aesir” possessing a physical strength and raw power to his energy that hadn’t been seen since ancient times. There was talk amid the generals that he could be the child of prophecy spoken about in the Tablets of Thoth, but it was unclear as of yet. For now, even Gazef suspected the boy to potentially be the one spoken about by the mystics; which if indeed was true, would put his reign in jeopardy. For the time being, Gazef watched Mithrandir closely at a distance, whilst feigning fatherly affection for him in the public eye. He’d sent him on various missions to test him and see if he showed any signs of that could be directly linked to prophecy. In a previous battle to take territory on the world of Kaldron, Mithrandir had revealed new abilities previously foreign even to himself. This raised eyes across the ranks as the young lad displayed the ability to not only masterfully control plantlife, but to create humanoid plant armies capable of conducting battle for him, and completely at his will. He had summoned a small army of plants, say of no more than 100; but it was a quite awe-inspiring feat seeing as it was thought that only direct descendants of Avalon could wield Mokodon to this capacity.

In any case, Gazef disguised this opportunity to test and confirm his divinity, with an offer to award Mithrandir as the Emerald Prince of his house; making his rank just that below the emperor. Gazef was aware that Abraxus was sending his eldest son, Kaichi, to lead this battle. This would be the perfect opportunity to see exactly what Mithrandir truly was capable of.

So then, on the small world of Padmos, the Aesir and the Vanir took camp. The Vanirians had advanced machines and spaceships that took te air whilst their army base was nestled Padmos was primarily a flat and dry land. Days and nights would last for what could be calculated as about a week in Earth time. Thus, the battle began on the even of the sunlight diminishing and the, night taking its place.

The Aesirian army had arrived, their plant spaceships also taken to the air. Mithrandir was under a general, and given specific orders to seek out the most powerful opponents and engage them in direct combat.
Meanwhile, the battle began.

About one hundred Susanoo’s took full-form and began to march forward toward the Aesirian army. The Aesir possessed superior physical might to the Vanir, but the Vanir possessed more weapons and more diverse techniques that leveled the playing field. As the Susanoo’s began to approach the spaceships from both sides took to arerial strikes, and the first moves on the chessboard began.

As the susanoo approached, twelve of the Aesir collaborated to cause a gigantic jungle emerge and terraform the battlefield in a matter of seconds. The earth beneath began to tremble constantly as tree trunks and roots that were larger than buildings began to erupt until trees as high as sky scrapers (400 meters high) emerged. The land, for 400 meters in every direction, was saturated in trees and plant life as both sides began to engage. The Vanir knew what to expect, and wielding the susanoo gave them adequate ability to fight off the dangers of this natural advantage their adversaries carried with them into every battle.
As the Aesir and the Vanir clashed, Mithrandir covertly headed off westward towards a small cluster of hills and mountains.

Not having yet fully developed the Galagan, he could sense great energy even if he couldn’t see it perfectly clear yet. Following the bodily sensations that led him, he settled down on foot into a rather narrow valley with small, black mountains on each side of him, and a small stream that ran straight through the valley. Mithrandir suspected that the prince of the Vanir, son of Abraxas was here. He’d heard stories about the gory exploits of this one. He was a warrior of such skill that he’d even slain a few Aesirian’s single handedly; a feat that brought instant fame to one’s name throughout the realms.

Knowing that the princes of the Vanir were particularly known for speed, he was on his guard. Mithrandir wore blue crystal armor from head to toe, denoting his sapphire rank as a prince. It was blue like ocean blue, and the dense crystal armor looked like it weighed a great deal while it was in fact featherlight. These were some of the many treasures taken from Kaldron upon successful invasion efforts despite their long-term alliances with them in the past. Gazef was a bold and cruel leader, causing the elders and many other older Aesirians to question his dismissal of ancient alliances and allies. If he wasn’t careful, he would lead the Aesir into a corner where they had little if not no true allies.

Nevertheless, Mithrandir was a boy, still not 18 cycles old; who was he to question political policy? It was clear the gods had given him an extraordinary body and stature fit only for warfare; he was instructed since a child to use his gifts for the betterment and prosperity of his race, no matter the cost. His eyes were sharp as he floated through the valley, only a foot or so above ground. He drew nearer and nearer to the energy….

In the past 18 months, by earth time, Mithrandir had awakened numerous new and complicated abilities which neither he nor his guardians expected. Almonoth, his mentor and trainer, had watched the young boy’s progress since he was an infant. Although it was clear early on that Mithrandir possessed unusual physical prowess, this was not quite as alarming as the emergence of new and special abilities thought to belong to those outside of his house. You see, in the Aesirian kingdom there are twelve houses which makeup the race. Each house is the lineage of one of the twelve sons of Aldoron, thought to be the patriarch of the Aesir. Each of Aldoron’s sons received a portion, or manifestation of his power. Thus, all sons were like unto a “body” of sorts, all necessary operationally and yet entirely different from one another. The house of Avalon, Adloron’s first born son, was the house of royalty, quite naturally. Those of Avalon’s house and lineage naturally possessed a greater portion of midichlorians and therefore were thought to have greater physical stamina. In addition, they wielded Mokodon, the control and spontaneous creation of plant life known only to their world. This gave them a rather natural advantage in Aedin which is primarily of plants and plant life. In Aedin, there are more species of plants than there are in total organisms on other worlds. Some plants are so advanced that they possess an intelligence making them capable of communication, language, and decision. One who is unaccustomed to the mysteries of the ninth realm would almost call it magic.

That being said, other abilities were given to the other sons of Aldoron and their houses were thought to possess somewhat natural advantages as a result. However to have multiple of these keen house-markers in one individual was not only unusual, but thought to be nearly impossible. Sure, houses could intermarry and produce a child with characteristics of more than one house; though this union was looked down upon. However to possess keen abilities in several of these key areas was simply unheard of.

Zohar, the rainbow light radiation that poured forth from the star Enya, was another of the natural elements of Aedin, home of the Aesir. It was as natural to them as water is to Earth (though they have much water as well). Though all Aesir made use of this light to power their cells and enhance their physical abilities, only those of a certain house could masterfully wield and control light; the house of priests. Thus, when Mithrandir first exhibited signs that he could indeed fully access Zohar energy and even pour it forth from his own body, Almonoth decided to make his training and development a more private affair. Mithrandir would train with the sage privately on these unusual abilities that were mostly foreign to his house. At best, he would be thought to be the bastard son of two people who had a child outside of their house. At worst, thought to be an omen, a devil, or a messiah.

Given the current regime under a man known to be ruthless and particularly at odds with the royal house - it seemed wise to keep the young lad far away from attention of the higher ups.

That being said, Mithrandir at this time had only just begun to awaken the Galagan. A special eye that was uncommonly opened even among the priests, who’s bloodline accessed this special ability. The Galagan possessed numerous abilities, not the least of which was the ability to see and sense energy. Mithranidr was still learning to distinguish the different forms of energy that existed in the realms, and what he saw.

For the present moment, he had his Galagan activated, and with it came an incease in aura. Mithrandir stood 6’4 inches tall clad in blue crystal armor from the neck down. His face was young looking, though a square jaw and powerful build made it clear he was an experienced warrior.
Mithrandir floated across the creek towards his right corner where there was a 50 meter land area in between three small mountains. It was three mountains side by side and in front of them this earthen area, at the end of which was the stream that flowed forward throughout the rest of the valley.

As Mithrandir turned the corner and touched down on that parch of land, he came face to face with something he most definitely did not expect to see. A small boy, garbed in casual blue and black attire stood before him, 50 meters away, and beside him a strange creature with Vanirian Dojutsu.

Mithrandir stood still for a long moment. The first thing he was taught in school was to terraform the environment. House Avalon had the ability to always play “home games” against the enemy given their incredible ability to create plant life. He was vastly skilled in hand to hand combat and had a distinct strength advantage over all he’d fought in his life. However he hadn’t been trained for this; for complete surprises.

The first thing Mithrandir processed was that his Galagan was still quite untrained. It pained him to admit it, but this situation made it obvious. He thought all along he’d been tracking a substantial power source, and the energy seemed to be emanating from the young boy that stood across from him.
Something had to be wrong with his eyes. It was inconceivable that a mere child could have this volume of chakra. Mithrandir could recognize what that energy looked like, he’d been trained to. However there was another aura present in the boy; something other than Vanirian. He simply couldn’t believe his eyes, and thus went with the highest probability choice, as he was trained.

The small monster near the boy was surely the source of the substantial energy being emitted. It was a weapon the Vanir had that the Aesirian generals simply hadn’t calculated. Nevertheless, the creature would never see the battlefield as the young prince would decidedly end its existence here shortly. As for the child… well… Gazef mandated that every Vanirian be slaughtered with no survivors; not even the prince. Many generals disagreed with this as to capture the prince would mean substantial bargaining power; however another wisdom was at play in his mind during this silent pause. Could he kill a child?

Mithrandir himself was not yet 16 years of age himself, but was used to doing battle with men many centuries older. Nevertheless, he was to treat the child as a threat and perhaps capture him for bargaining. With all of these decisions being made up in his mind, the Aesirian prince would begin to put these plans into immediate action.

A mere moment after the Vanirian prince appeared, with his pet creature five meters to his right, a blue lazer beam 3 meters wide blasted off towards the creature 50 meters away. This canon of light came from none other than Mithrandir himself, in an attempt to immediately put the threat to an end. If the creature somehow dodged this, the 100 meter high mountain behind them would be shattered to pieces and create a small avalanche that would surely cover the land area they stood on, and spill into the stream. If the creature did not dodge, however, it would be vaporized in an instant, leaving not even cellular matter left over.

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Mithrandir maintained a cold, stoic disposition as the creature was vaporized and the young boy took a warrior’s stance towards the Aesirian Prince. It was a shame the two races were not exactly on speaking terms as he was rather fascinated that such a young boy had the poise and manner that he did. Mithrandir was not like many of his brothers who carried a superiority complex in the highest extreme towards other life forms. He saw the unique value in other species, and it made him desire to learn more about them. He had a natural enthusiasm about life and life forms in general that gave him a kind of humility that was unseen with many of his house. Nevertheless, being a warrior of the highest caliber, he never underestimates an opponent. The energy of the Vanirian changed somehow. It was odd and slightly unsettling. It was almost as if there was something or someone inside of him that was pulsating and feeding him energy. Mithrandir was aware of these concepts taught to him by the sages, and his eyes had been trained to make distinctions between not only types of energy but sources. With this one there seemed to at least be one other source of energy, but he could not ascertain from where it originated. Before he really had time to calculate, the young boy responded with spunk and pretense that revealed his age, as well as his confidence. Pressing two fingers together, he swiftly brought forth a wall of fire that went as high as the mountains themselves and raced towards Mithrandir at a faster pace than he could move on foot. Given the size of the valley, it was particularly difficult to evade save for if he went upward. What impressed him about this technique was not its magnitude persay, but the ease of the release. Jutsu were what Vanirians used to express their chakra. Typically the required various hand signs in order to sync ones energy together. This was particularly required of larger scale techniques. To see the young lad release such a powerful technique without the use of these seals meant that he’d mastered the technique.

Taking the boys words and manner as an implication he was certainly experienced in some form of combat, Mithrandir accepted the challenge. He was half tempted to flee this small discourse in order to go in search for the prince that he’d been sent after, but something told him that running into this young Vanirian was no accident. His instincts told him that there was something valuable about the boy that surface details didn’t portray. He figured his worst case scenario was to capture the young lad and use him as a bargaining chip should something go south in the battle.

A wall of fire sprang forth from the boy, quickly covering the 40 meters of space between them. Mithrandir calmly embraced the flames by flitting 10 meters diagonally through the wall of fire until, the flames behind him in an instant, and heading towards the mountains to devour the surface level rocks, and level off various amounts of debri into the stream.
The midichlorians regenerated the small burns so quickly that not a scratch was seen on the Aesirian. Thus he stood, with a small amount of steam and smoke coming off his body, but with no visible injuries.

“Those flames were hotter than I expected… That could seriously wound the average Aesirian soldier.” He thought to himself.

Techniques of that level, especially from such a base element as fire, were typically only used by high ranking Vanirian generals or warriors. Could this young boy possibly be the son of one of the generals? He was too young to be a warrior, he was too young to be the prince whom Mithrandir had seen before with his own eyes; and he’d shown up mysteriously in a place far off form the battlefield. Two conclusions came about: one, the boy was not supposed to be here. Two, he was someone of strong lineage.

Mithrandir estimated the lad’s age to be no more than 14, making him roughly 1-2 cycles younger than himself. He didn’t have enough intel to predict what would come of the situation. So, for the sake of his enjoyment of battle, and securing what was likely a high-profile hostage, he decided to play.

Mithrandir sped straight through the wall of fire, standing now 40 meters away from the young lad. The instant he’d gone through the fire, he let forth another blue laser beam straight towards the boy who held the bone spear imbued with chakra in his right hand. The skies above became clouded with signs of a storm coming along. The Field Masters of the Aesirian army were those warriors who were masterful at controlling the environment and ensuring the advantage in large scale battles was maintained by the Aesir. The Vanir had a similar guild, but they used the sky as their landscape. Mithrandir saw this as a sign that the battle abroad was growing more tumultuous.

He wondered if this squabble of his would turn into something equally as eventful… The next move on the chessboard would tell.

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Stoicism was an emotional discipline trained into Aesirian soldiers. They were not to show emotion despite being a very emotionally rich species. Given their affinity for light, and seeing, the Aesir had a natural tendency to defer to expressionlessness in war. Having a lot of emotion taught them early on to master it; to make it their own. Uncertainty triggers the mammalian brain in humans, causing them to cease rational thinking, the place of survival based thinking. Aesir were above such weaknesses.

Mithrandir reacted calmly externally to what seem to have been a display of power completely outside the perimeter of the Vanirian Bloodline. Mithrandir had fought and slain multiple elite Vanirian warriors; he’d never seen anyone absorb a light beam of that magnitude. What was more strange is that the energy was somehow destabilized and made into something the body could absorb. It was like the digestive system taking a foreign object and converting it into something the body could use. The ability was unusually similar to House Atreides of the Aesir. They were the alchemist, and possessed bloodline abilities that were the hallmark of Aesirian Science and agriculture. Their abilities were rare and greatly feared among other houses because they had the potentially exercise sovereignty over any and all elements. Mithrandir, unbeknownst to anyone else, had also inherited this KKG, but was still uneasy about using it. The abilities were considered forbidden, as though House Atreidies possessed weapons of mass destruction. Gazef kept the clan under high surveillance, seeing them as the chief threat to his regime.

To see a Vanirian boy who was not even yet of age perform such an ability on a technique of that magnitude left Mithrandir speechless. The ensuing speech, however, gave clarity on exactly where these strange heights of power originated.

"When I were younger than I am now, my father used to create such a fuss. He had this need to keep a close eye on me at all times. Constantly trying to bash it into my head that I was important and all that mess. I never cared for it really, these adults are so overbearing at times its exhausting. On the other hand, my older siblings had a love hate thing going with me. Big bro often said I knew not what I possess and I should take more care. My sis found me creepy at times, I found it ironic considering her nature. The one thing they and everyone around me had in common. Was this desire to see where my limits are. I never understood why my father wanted to keep my abilities a secret. For some reason being able to devour whatever I want and make it my own was considered unique. It was baffling to me, like why couldn't they perform such a simple task themselves too? Enough of that now, I suppose I'm just babbling but you'll come to understand just what I mean".

While the boy spoke, his eyes changed color and form, revealing, at last, the true origin of his powers. Mithrandir knew well the dojutsu of the Vanir; though they had much less the same information on the Aesirian Dojutsu. The Vanir were known primarily for their ocular abilities and their science. Their eyes, given to them by the elemental goddess Izanagi, distinguished them from all other races. Izanagi, who was the guardian of the tree of knowledge, gave it to Nimrod to eat of it. Mithrandir knew this because of the fables the priests indoctrinated him in as a child. What he remembered most were here eyes. They were something sinister and yet had a mesmerizing and almost hypnotic beauty to them. Many Aesirians did not believe in the fables of the ancient Vanir and their special eyes; but there was a lingering reminder of said story that none could deny; Emperor Abraxus. He, and he alone, possessed those eyes, and though Mithrandir had never seen the emperor, he believed the stories about his god-like abilities and of the “Eyes of Izanagi” that were reportedly in his possession.

The time now was not to wonder in amazement, however, but to respond with action. Whether or not he understood, he was in the presence of an opponent who was capable of things beyond what Mithrandir could initially expect. The Aesirian prince was far too powerful to be afraid of anyone, but he knew after that unique maneuver that the boy was no ordinary child. The Vanirian was a prince; and he was an heir of the Emperor Abraxas. It could not be denied at this point or even estimated. Those eyes…. He’d only seen them in holograms of the ancient stories, but he could not forget them. They were only inherited by those of the most royal bloodline; Abraxas.

The Aesirian Chieftains were unaware that the Abraxas had a third child; Mithrandir had never even heard so much as an indication that such was the case. It made sense that the boy was kept under wraps given he was young; but clearly not vulnerable.

There was indeed something unusual about him as well. For Mithrandir had been on the battlefield with the older brother and sister. Their prowess was mighty; but to subdue a technique like that at almost point blank range; was a different category of power.
Fascinating, the way fate orchestrates events. Two young princes, both destined to inherit the untold riches of their heritage; both unaware of the unusual destiny that awaited them, and the boundless powers that were only now just awakening.

Mithrandir switched off whatever was inside him that made him see the boy as a young lad who was somewhere he shouldn’t be. Abraxas was a threat to the ecosystem of the nine realms, and was detestable to Mithrandir and nearly every Aesirian in all of Aedin. His children were hellish, arrogant and murderers of the weak and innocent. Though the boy was young, Mithrandir was shortly drained of any mercy or kindness he might’ve otherwise shown the boy.
You see even the pure hearted prince of light was not above the temptation of revenge. Six moons prior, in a small battle on Yemen, Mithrandir had lost a close friend of his in battle to the older brother of Kurotsuchi.
The Aesir were a race of immortals; a race of gods, many believed. And gods don’t die save for when they are overcome by devils. When an Aesirian perished, the midichlorians that comprised their bodies would teleport back to Aedin, the stardust material dissipate into the sky, and they would be gone. It was impossible to capture their DNA as it maintained a symbiotic union with Illuvatar, the Tree of Life; and that Tree sovereignly remained in Aedin. Midichlorians didn’t die, they separated. Once separated beyond their ability to self-maintain unity, they could not longer house the soul; and “death” would occur.

Legolas, the childhood best friend of Mithrandir, had been bested by Kurotsuchi’s elder brother after single handedly slaying a squadron of soldiers. By the time Mithrandir and reinforcements arrived, the prince had vanished and there was nothing remaining of his friend; his cells had departed along with his soul. Legolas was a boy not much older than Kurotsuchi; and the anger it roused in him to lose what felt like a younger brother had nearly driven him mad. Mitrhandir was told by his mentor to not let his anger get the best of him or else it could mean horrible consequences for those he hated; and loved.

He, more than anyone else, was taught to control his emotional state. Seeing those eyes, however, made him think of revenge on the first son of Abraxas. Mithrandir had been sent here to kill the prince himself. Yet now he saw something potentially greater than death to give to the prince; grief. Mithrandir did not know the relationship of Kuro and his siblings; but he knew that they had a protective love for him that all siblings have. To breave them of him would be a blow fitting for the devils who’d taken his brother from him.
Caught in between his better and worse self, Mithrandir continued into the present with greater but still controlled aggression. He hadn’t made up his mind to kill Kurotsuchi yet; but he would certainly not leave this battlefield anything but the victor.

As Kurotsuchi spoke, Mithrandir kept his energies balanced. He knew how to do this in such a way that his techniques could not be anticipated by ocular dojutsu somehow seeing him”mold” energy. He was entirely unsure of how the boy managed to absorb the Omega Beam; but it did not matter. Mithrandir had only released a drop of his true power thus far. He still did not see Kurotsuchi worth releasing his most severe and deadly techniques; nay, they were of such scale as to change the entire course of the war in an instant. Rather, he would keep things tame enough to where this squabble could be maintained inside the valley; but things were sure to get explosive. Given that he hadn't decided yet to outright kill a minor (though he was one technically), he would choose one of his favorite strategies; endurance.

Most Vanirians were fast; very fast. So Mithrandir always walked into battle with them with the awareness that he was at a disadvantage at close range; or so it seemed. At long range the Aesir were unmatched; anything under 100 meters however, and the Vanir were equally as lethal. Brute force was where Mithrandir would win against virtually any opponent. He decided to use it with controlled measure to keep the battle interesting. He wanted to see what other tricks the boy had up his sleeve.

During the arrogant, and child-like boast of the young boy, Mithrandir’s Mokodon Armor formed and took shape, covering him from head to toe. This would’ve happened during the time Kurotsuchi was absorbing the deathly beams from Mithrandir’s eyes; hence, it would not have changed anything in the sequencing of events. Though the Vanirian had indeed successfully absorbed the beams, he had not entirely stopped the technique. You see the radiation from the technique had affected his bone spear, taking away 50% of the chakra placed within the technique and transferring it to the Aesirian prince. Though this, among other things, would go unnoticed by the Vanirian prince as he was far too impressed with himself and his ability to do things that no mere mortal could do. Nonetheless, Mithrandir prepared himself for what was clearly a qualified opponent.

Despite the strong affinity for creating plant life, the Aesir, and most notably - House Avalon, was rather blown away by Mithrandir’s prowess in this area. Mithrandir possessed many weapons that were seen to be extraordinary by his army and those of his opponents. The most noteworthy up to this point was his ability to create and control plant-creatures that were more frightening than the average solider of any army. It was for this reason, above all else, that he was able to single handedly able to conquer Tier 9 worlds; and why he was feared by Vanirian generals. As the Aesir knew of the deadly visual prowess of Abraxas’s first son; the Vanir knew of the overwhelming raw power of the enigmatic prince of Avalon.

He would reveal something “awesome” to Kurotsuchi today, in honor of his showing his secret power so brazenly.

Kurotsuchi was faster than Mithrandir, particularly at such range; but his casuallness had given Mithrandir time to prepare. As Kurotsuchi grabbed his javelin to throw, the game began. In all four directions around Kurotsuchi emerged four leech Kings, five meters away, their bodies halfway up from the earth beneath as the javelin was released. Mithrandir could not spawn the creatures as fast as Kurotuschi could throw the javelin, but he could put them in the mix fast enough to make things interesting. The moment these leech kings emerged their four arms would reach and grab the young Vanirian at the ankles,he could spawn them fast enough to put the Vanirian in a pickle. Kurtsuchi stood ten meters way from the base of the three mountains behind him, and forty meters from Mithrandir. Four creatures spawned one meter away from him in all four directions, with only half of their bodies emerging by the time the javelin left his arm. Each of these creatures instantly would grab the Vanirian at the ankles, knees, waist, and both elbows. Mithrandir certainly could’ve gone for the instant kill and been far more aggressive; but he wanted to take his time to inflict some wrath and humility on the boy before his inevitable defeat.
You see, these creatures were none other than the Angelic Leech Kings; one of the most fearsome of Mithrandir’s many creations. They were spawned garbed in Mokodon armor which made them particularly useful as well as difficult to the opposition. Typically his leech kings would decimate armies by their sheer physical prowess mixed with their regenerative capabilities. However in this case, they would serve not only the purpose of overwhelming, but of subduing. Mithrandir was certain of one thing - this boy had surprises up his sleeve. None of which, however, were of the magnitude that would cause Mithrandir to flinch. You see, he was carrying secrets too.

A total of 20 leech kings were spawned simultaneously, as the technique permits. There were four in the immediate proximity of Kurotsuchi, with half of their bodies emerging by the time the javelin left his arm, and they would be grabbing him whilst that arm was extended in said throwing motion. Given that the leech kings stood, at full height, 4 meters high, halfway they were more than enough to overwhelm the boy physically and serve their purpose as a formidable barrier between him and Mithrandir. The javelin did not hit the Leech king in front of Kurotsuchi, but it would be intercepted by that of the leech king ten meters behind him. You see Mithrandir stationed ten of these Leech Kings in a row, two meters apart shoulder to shoulder, eleven meters in front of Kurotsuchi. Their bodies as well reached just a little more than half way upwards from the ground before they would make contact with the incoming dagger. The dagger would be intercepted by the middle leech king and immediately destabilized. Mind you, though the energy beam was neutralized, the radiation from it had already destabilized the chakra within the bone-spear, rendering it virtually useless.

The Leech King in the center caught the bone spike that was sent towards Mithrandir at the same time as the leech kings near Kurotsuchi would be making contact with his body unless he otherwise evaded. The bone spike was immediately intercepted by the center leech king, four others to his right, and five to his left respectively. Upon interception, the Leech King used his body to envelop the bone spike. In a sense, he “swallowed” the spike with abdomen area, perfectly enveloping it so that any “explosive” qualities would be instantly subdued. Naturally, Mithrandir wasn’t expecting any tricks with the spear being that he’d drained it of chakra; but you could never know with such a one as this Vanirian. The bone spear did not penetrate the leech king but was rather swallowed by its abdomen turning into a flurry of green tentacles and wrapping themselves around it before anything else could be triggered. The tentacles would’ve grabbed and subdued said spear
We’ve discussed this far the location of four of the leech kings; what of the other six? Mithrandir used this millisecond squabble to move himself to a 45 degree angle (to the right) of Kurotsuchi, now standing 75 meters away; he spawned three where he previously stood, and took three with him in his new location. Three leech kings, that at full height would be four meters tall, stood five meters in front of Mithrandir facing his opponent. The Leech Kings looked as follows; They were tall and muscular from head to toe with dark green bodies. Their heads were the heads of Rafflesia plants. Each of them possessed eight arms, and at full height, four wings that were like that of eagles wings. Their feet were webbed and spread amongst ten toes per foot, enabling remarkably nimble movement. Their skin was covered in Mokodon armor on the inside and out, which enabled the certainty that, due to the durability of the armor, the leech king’s body would be sufficient do nullify the power of the bone spike. The mokodon armor was dark, like that of bark (expected, and covered them from head to toe, inside and out, with this rough coating.

Mithrandir had mastered the technique at such a level that he was able to synchronize his senses with the leeches, enhancing his field of vision. His ocular vision was not fully developed, and it was safe to say that his dojutsu prowess was sub par to that of the young Vanirian; but he had made use of its most important perk of synchronizing with other created life forms. The leech kings screeched with a sound that would awake the devil. Should any surprises take place in the time between Kurotsuchi releasing the javelin and the center leech absorbing it, hell would surely break loose, and very near the Vanirian as the leech kings, and all 32 of their collective arms were indeed reaching towards the young lad with greater strength and ferocity than he’d herby experienced or been touched by. Their arms were capable of extension, flexibility and could make use of tree weaponry (spikes, roots, branches etc. ) which Mithrandir would and could make us of in less than a moment's notice. For the time being, he would keep things physical and simple. The young lad seemed to possess some strange ability to absorb energy. The easiest thing to do, until he understood precisely how these abilities worked, was to change the theme of the game to a contest of speed and strength.

Mithrandir hoped to see a magical vanishing, teleportation, or even a susanoo. Mithrandir had witnessed such things in powerful Vanir, and though he did not understand how - he had to expect this young lad was capable of such feats.
All leech kings stood on guard and were ready for combat, and most importantly, the unexpected. Mithrandir awaited behind his three titans, ready to give the command to ensue a beatdown that was sure to come. The Aeserian prince himself was coated in Mokodon armor, thought it took a rather different appearance than that of his leech kings. He, in warrior stance, energy loaded, was ready to move through the hands of the Leech Kings.

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[quote="Kurotsuchi"]

SOMETIMES A KING HAS TO REMIND FOOLS WHY HE IS KING

The battle was well underway now and a multitude of actions took place as expected. It was note worthy that the Aesirian was ever so cautious. So much so that he elected to protect himself from the Vanirian prince. The formation of the mokodon armour was proof of that. A peculiar thing to do considering Kurotsuchi had yet to truly show anything to make his opponent think twice. Be that as it may, treading on the side of caution was to be expected, Kurotsuchi saw this as the smart thing to do. His body was in motion while taking in his surroundings and all that was happening. As previously stated he never stopped monitoring his opponents movements. This made it possible for him to react in time, even at the last possible moment. Having seen the formation of the armour, it meant his opponent was cautious and more serious. Kurotsuchi did the same too, he became carelessly serious. His chakra that was at a quarter of its potency returned to full potency. Its toxicity may end up causing some damage to the environment no doubt. He however took note of a few things. Having absorbed the man's energy, Kurotshchi understood what it was all about. He too could use its unique capabilities to his advantage for sure. In addition to all this, the sapping of chakra from his Javelin did not go unnoticed. Surprising that the radiation could affect his technique still. It was food for thought while trying to stay alive when facing the Aesir. His opponent had yet to utter a word, appearing to be an emotionless fiend. No fun, no fun whatsoever with this one. Kurotsuchi's dojutsu may have increased in capabilities, but the best part was retaining previous abilities. The evolution did not cause a change over. That is where the young prince was fortunate and at times the envy of his people. There wasn't many like him at all.

Before the bone javelin could be released his opponent made his move. It felt as if the man wanted to coincide his attack with Kurotsuchi's oncoming actions. It was clever but the man perhaps made his move a little too soon. The creatures were already in play just before Kurotsuchi threw his javelin. This made the young prince fully aware of their presence. He may not have seen the man molding chakra or his Aesirian energy. However, it was impossible to hide creatures being spawned in such a manner from his eyes. He never waivered in keeping tabs on the man and his surroundings. With the bone javelin in the process of being released, his opponent also made his movement. His eyes did not deceive him and while they emerged at speeds. Kurotsuchi was surprised not to have seen the chakra changing shape. But his eyes wasn't the only thing he used to sense(see). The young prince knew he had to do something now because his opponent was already on the move. The Aesirian warrior change his position rather quickly, showing that he was willing to stand back and let his creatures do the handy work. This meant that Kurotsuchi will have to put his own tactical nous to good use. It appeared that his opponent didn't want to waste time and as such Kurotsuchi saw no reason to do so either. A millisecond before the closet creatures could even seize him fully into their grasp. The young prince vanished instantaneously at such speeds that it was near impossible to track him. The technique that he utilized this time round was trap proof if you will.

As stated before, his chakra was back to full strength in its unregulated state. His opponents were many but he was a single warrior so far. Be that as it may Kurotsuchi knew he had to get serious now. The young prince reappeared where his marked kunai was forty meters away. This was the position where he placed his Kunai when he sent two flying in opposite directions. His Kunai was there, however the man swapped positions with it, bringing the Kunai to where he once was. As such the creatures emerging would end up subduing his Kunai instead. His opponent Mithrandir currently located on the opposite end of him. This means Kurotsuchi had the man in his sight directly across from him albeit farther away. All of these occurred instantaneously. After reappearing he immediately followed up forming a series of hand seals at speed. Tiger → Dog → Snake, Horse, Hare. The sequence was so swift, it gave him plenty of time to react to his opponent. He now had a slight taste of how this man prefers to attack. It was all about the element of surprise for him. The laser beams, plant creatures and manner of attack.

All of this was designed to catch an opponent off guard. It was clever and amusing all at once. Kurotsuchi also understood that this man viewed him as a threat. This is exactly why his opponent donned his armour and likewise armed his creatures with it. Attention was back on Kurotsuchi since from his actions emerged five wood clones, donning bone armour that are apart of Kurotsuchi's repertoire. They emerged in front of the young prince, well within touching distance. His hands immediately outstretched and swiftly branding each with his mark also. They all took off towards the skies above which was rather strange. One would think they were there for back up. They flew off five hundred meters above and upon reaching their position up above. They all took on a defensive position above with the sole intention of being able to keep an eye on the happenings downs below. This took but a mere moment before they seem to froze, there was complete stillness. Meanwhile Kurotsuchi down below was more than ready to deal with whatever craziness his opponent would come up with. The pair of battle axe in his hands was proof of this. These weapons were summoned during the time of his clones taking to the skies. The heavens above raged, thunder roaring throughout and lightning flashing. The wood clones had a specific job and that was to gather nature's chakra.

It was almost as if he wanted to wait a little while longer just to confirm a few things. The pair of battle axes had appeared out of nowhere or so it seemed. They're known as Ametsuchi Ono.

The Ametsuchi Ono twin axes both have a eighteen inches long shaft that acts as the handle of the axes.

Water Axe: The water axe is known as Kairyuu▬Ocean’s Current. The eighteen inches long shaft/handle is blue(mainly) and white in colour. The heel or toe of the tomahawk shaped axe is white in colour with blue scales. This covers three inches of the shaft, from the heel upwards. The scales closely resemble fish scales which keeps to the theme of the weapon. Looking at the shaft of the weapon, it is likened to life beneath the ocean. The blue of the grip looks like waves constantly crashing down akin to stormy seas. The grip portion of the weapon is seven inches in length, with finger indentations. Moving up to the axe’s belly/haft are designs of a great white shark swimming under water. This is on the right side and on the left side of the haft is the design of a carp with blue and white scales. The haft of the axe is five inches based on where the designs begin and ends. The neck guard of the axe again is the same as the heel of the weapon.

It has blue and white scales and is three inches in length. This makes up the eighteen inches long shaft. The shaft is also straight with the heel of the weapon slightly curved facing the outward direction of the blade. The axe’s blade is ten inches wide/long from top to bottom. The blade’s edge/bevel is extremely sharp and is of a crescent moon shape. The bevel is blue like the oceans, the cheeks have fish scale like patterns on either side. The scales are blue and white in colour. The axe’s head has the same design as the weapon’s shaft. A shark and carp are represented on the left and right respectively. The axe has no wedge but has a blunt end that acts as the back of the axe. Its shaped like a shark’s tail and is six inches long from top to bottom and reaches five inches in length.

Lightning/Thunder Axe: The thunder axe is known as Kiryuu▬Thunder Current. The eighteen inches long shaft/handle is dark grey like storm clouds. The heel or toe of the tomahawk shaped axe is dark grey, and on either side of the heel are green tomoe shaped designs. This covers three inches of the shaft, from the heel upwards. The tomoes are representation of the thunder god. The dark grey of the grip looks like storm clouds gathering in the sky. There are also streaks of blue lightning mixed in with the storm clouds. The grip portion of the weapon is seven inches in length, with finger indentations. Moving up to the axe’s belly/haft are designs of a green and yellow dragon. This is on the right side and on the left side of the haft is the design of the thunder god with his war drums. The haft of the axe is five inches based on where the designs begin and ends. The neck guard of the axe again is the same as the heel of the weapon.

It has the same green tomoe shaped designs and is three inches in length. This makes up the eighteen inches long shaft. The shaft is also straight with the heel of the weapon slightly curved facing the outward direction of the blade. The axe’s blade is ten inches wide/long from top to bottom. The blade’s edge/bevel is extremely sharp and is of a crescent moon shape. The bevel is dark grey like the stormy skies and has yellow streaks of lightning running along it. The cheeks have storm clouds on either side. The clouds look to be lit up by a light show of lightning. The axe’s head has the same design as the weapon’s shaft. The dragon and god of thunder is represented on the left and right respectively. The axe has no wedge but has a blunt end that acts as the back of the axe. Its shaped like a war drum and is six inches long from top to bottom and reaches five inches in length.

The pair have long since been branded with his unique seal or mark if you will.

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