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Chapter Two ~ Thunder of the Hidden Mist

~Chapter Two~

The man standing in front of the young woman was known by a couple different names, not to mention the fact he was an S Rank criminal. His most renowned nickname was the Thunder of the Hidden Mist, and although he was skilled with his swords his wasn't exactly on par with Kisame Hoshigaki though he would come decently close.

Raiga Kurosuki supposed he'd made several choices in his lifetime that he'd either regret or spend a couple of sleepless night debating about whether it was the right choice or not, and now facing off against the lone survivor of Team Arashi he was doubting his choice all those years ago.

He'd been certain when he set out to find and eliminate the survivor that'd he win easily, but now faced with the person who is dead set on killing him, he highly doubts that it'll be easy to defeat her. But no matter what he was going to win, there was no doubt in his mind that he could defeat the last Ookami.

Everything went dead quiet for a split second before the two dashed forward in unison, the grating sound of metal on metal vibrating out and ringing in the air. The air rippled and the two were pushed back, snow flinging up all around. His hair, now up close proving to be a dark green, whipped in the wind while Winter's stayed in its ponytail.

Kunai and shuriken were flung with fatal accuracy, each smoothly dodging the others attacks. It was a deadly dance of blades, eyes narrowing and trying to read the movements of their opponent. Because whoever managed to break through the others defenses the longest, was the winner.

Snow swirled around them and the sky darkened considerably as their blades clashed, lighting brewing in the sky but no yet being released upon the world below. Both the ninjas had a high affinity for lighting, the air becoming thick with electricity as it started to spark on their blades.

Raiga's twin swords, known as Kiba, were slim and had straight double-edged blades. Both blades also had an upward-curved bladed prong near the tip of one side of the blade and another one near the base of the blade's other side. They were said to be the sharpest swords ever made, and belonged to a man who knew how to use them better than anyone ever could seeing how he used to belong to the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist.

Lighting sparked along his blades, his purple eyes narrowing slightly in concentration as the two locked blades. Winter's muscles strained as she put all of her brute strength against Raiga's, but unfortunately he was a tad bit stronger.

Winter was sent flying back with a small cut on her cheek, her cloak billowing out making a black spot against the white background. With a noise of annoyance she yanks her cloak off leaving her in a scarlet red tanktop and black capri pants. Her Storm headband is fastened securely around her neck while her Leaf headband is tied across her forehead.

Her forearms are covered in black bandages while her katanas rest securely in her hands. With a snarl she lunges forward, a whirlwind of black and red with lightning running along her body. She lashes out at him, her katanas a deadly extension of her arms with her mouth twisted into grimace.

She wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there, but she wasn't stupid. The battle was just getting started and it wouldn't stop for a long time.

They tested eachothers physical strength, their blows nearly invisible to the naked eye with a confident smirk on Raiga's face. Winter's face stayed calm and poised as they fought though every now and then a flash of triumph or concentration would appear.

His twin swords crackled with lightning as he charged at her, Winter not even bothering to move. At the last second she shifts to the side, maneuvering her katana's around his and slicing his arm. Deep red blood flows out of the wound and drips onto the once white ground marking the start of the real fight.