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Yonoaka's Perpective, the morning before his death.

Yonoaka had been spending the best part of the night before going from village to village to have a 'drink' and listen to the local's conversations to see if they knew anything or had seen anything. He had overheard about the ever increasingly popular legend of the Lightning Demon and how after a storm has brewed over the land; fresh victims are left in its wake. He knew the 'Lightning Demon' was merely a mortal man made of flesh and blood. On the contrary the stories he has heard just by walking around made him feel like a curse on the land where those who have done wrong will soon have their soul consumed by an otherworldly demon.

Yonoaka smiled into his drink as he was starting to enjoy the creativity in the tales of people trying to impress one another as they drank into the night. He was about to call it a night when a young girl of about mid-twenties approached him.

"Hey are you a ninja?" she said with concern and worry in her voice.

"I am, is there anything you need?" He spoke in a deep voice but one of care which comforted her nerves.

"There's a storm out, I-I think something bad will happen tonight. I've heard rumors that people have seen him walk in the forests nearby, could you please keep us safe?"

The man smiled. "He's a person just like you and me, we are working to catch whoever this demon is."

"I know just, he killed my father. I know he wasn't a great man but he never deserved death. I miss him so much, but, what if the demon comes after me?" She looked genuinely worried for her safety, not looking Yonoaka directly in the eyes as she spoke.

"Humour me for a minute if you could, but you mentioned storms, why is this a part of the whole demon tale?" She looked at him for once and gave a quick thought before she replied.

"Well it was a storm on the night my father never returned, and it's been happening for the past couple of months. I've heard that this is the only time he kills."

"He won't attack here, if he knew I was coming he ought to be leaving in fear of his life."

"How so Mister?"

"It's Yonoaka, and I fought in the great war, I have special tracking abilities. He can't hide for long." He smiled and tapped his nose as if to say he could smell his pray.

"You fought? Wow! I've heard about many war shinobi but I'm honoured to meet you."

"Like-wise, well thank you for talking to me. I am just on my way out."

"Oh, you can stay here, my boss has plenty of rooms."

"That's quite fine, you've given me an idea how to find him anyway."

"How so Mister? But please be careful."

"I have a feeling him using the storms is not a coincidence." She looked at him as if to say 'you really aren't going to find him'. "Don't worry I've faced scarier men than this, 'demon'." He stood up to leave the bar he looked over his shoulder at the young lady. "I'll avenge your father if that was what you were asking."

She smiled and a tear fell down her cheek. He may have been a big man but he liked the idea of being someone's saviour. Almost inspired solely by Naruto who had saved his life during the war but he doubted someone so young should or even ought to remember it. Once he exited the building he stopped to light a large cigar and he watched the swirl of smoke in the air before the breeze took it away into the night. He took a deep breath in before he smiled again. Feeling a wave of chakra in the air. Which gave away the fake storm brewing.

"He's close." Yonoaka spoke out loud to himself. He waited to finish his cigar before running over the rooftops of the village. He looked and acted like a bloodhound with steam pouring out of his mouth as the temperature fell. He felt the first few drops of rain splashoff his exposed skin. Each drop falling more and more frequently until rain had fully set in. He could feel how unnatural this storm felt and the chakra which fell along with the rain. His ability to feel radiant chakra from performed jitsu allowed him to become an effective shinobi hunter. So long as they used jitsu he could sense where it was performed last. He knew why he came alone, because only one was needed for his hunt.

The large warrior jumped down into a clearing where the jitsu felt the strongest. This was exactly what he needed, the jitsu itself. He thought 'checkmate' as he performed a string of hand signs.

"Subete Mimasu no Jitsu" He announced to himself. His speciality, other than feeling chakra, was he could hone in on the user if he had a strong enough imprint of his chakra to read off. This allowed him to see exactly where his target was at all times until he died and no more of his chakra existed or the jitsu was performed again on a different target.

He looked around where he was standing. "Hmm this is an unusual jitsu, so he has unique tricks up his sleeve." He was describing a circle of chakra with many intricate patterns and five kunai which seemed to be a part of the circle. "So this is how he is always able to fight in a storm. I wonder if he is sadistic enough to be the one who created the legend." Yonoaka looked around and he saw the orange glow of is prey's chakra. Spread out where he had been fighting. After disabling his Subete Mimasu, Yonoaka vanished into the forest while the morning sky brightened and rain poured continuously on the Land of Earth.

He had reached the estate far too late to save the guards. He sat from the tree tops and watched the blue fires burn away. The place looked spectral as the blue fire illuminated the bodies and thrashed about as if their souls were trapped in the heat. In silence, he watched and felt the heat from his hiding spot. A fierce heat full of anger and rage. His eyes widened in intrigue as he saw two figures calmly walking out of the building. The flames licked around them but one of them had their hands in a sign and forced the fire to keep away. Once they had left the blue flames died down at the command of one of the people who stood at the entrance to the house. The rain beating down and dealing with the real fires. Yonoaka watched as the other figure who wasn't controlling the fire performed some hand signals and a yellow banner appeared in-between his hands. In the smoke a large book appeared and the caster grabbed it. The watching shinobi smiled knowingly as he had found his target and laughably easily. How could someone be so careless? He clearly had poor training no matter how exotic his jitsu looked. The figure inserted a piece of paper in the book before returning it within his jitsu.

The hunter dropped down to the forest floor. For such a large man, he may as well have been a feather with all the noise he made. His silence was what made him so dangerous. A shinobi was often either weak and must rely on stealth to be effective or strong and handle the assault. Yonoaka soon sneaked silently up on the pair within listening distance. The real game to him began as he listened to their plans.

"You've really gone overboard with that fire." His pray spoke.

"I'm sorry, alright? I got nervous and lost a bit of control." The second figure spoke. She put her hood up but Yonoaka managed to see her orange, messy hair like hay and reaching her neck.

"No need to be sorry. You didn't burn the page so i don't mind."

"Is this the last one in the land of Earth?" The female asked.

"One more in this place, but most dangerous. We must move fast though. If he was right, then killing the ANBU has made the great villages notice. Are you still sure you want to help me?"

"Of-course silly, I've never felt so alive as I do right now, I did say I'd do anything." She quickly turned and with her arms outstretched like she was proud of the destruction.

"Just, don't regret it." The man waited for her to catch up but other than that he never appeared to express his body language under his cloak. They both turned away from the fire and began walking away from the destruction they had caused.

The female companion spoke more. "I think I know where I went wrong and set fire to everything. It's pronounced 'dis' and it's like you push your chakra out."

"Sounds right."

"So if I go over bored at that point with my chakra I set fire to everything."

The target looked over his shoulder. "I think you're right. Although maybe ease up on the size, you shouldn't waste chakra on overkill." She giggled and skipped ahead by a few paces.

"There was only a hundred of them. Soooo... Where to next?"

"We need to get cleaned up and rested Monica. Then we can tackle Iwagakure."

Yonoaka continued to follow within hearing distance. He wanted to learn as much as possible about his pray. He knew he had orders to not kill his target but after all his research he felt lethal force would be the only way to catch him. He stalked for several hours of watching. He noticed they were heading to the natural hot springs within the area. Yonoaka had been convinced the pair had given him all the information he needed and nothing new was going to be told so he set about laying his trap ahead of them.

He was hoping to catch them both in a gen jitsu. While he kept an eye on them with his Subete Mimasu to make sure his pray was still walking into his web. He used the hidden mist technique to bring about a thickening mist which slowly rolled down the mountain. He smiled as his plan came together. He waited for them to approach, Mist had darkened the area to a thick musk. Yonoaka slowly walked up towards his pray and once within range he wove his hands to cast the gen jitsu on the two infront.

The female stopped abruptly as the gen jitsu took a hold. However, his target did something strange. Instead of stopping as the cloaked woman did; he grunted in agony and clutched his right side as he fell to the floor. After panting and concentrating until the pain wore off, Fukushi stood up and drew his katana and held it in both hands while readying his stance.

'Gen jitsu' Fukushi thought to himself as he looked around the mist, now becoming unnaturally thick to the point he could only just see Monica next to him.

Yonoaka who caused the mist to thicken. He felt the rush of chakra used to break his gen jitsu and so he quickly resorted to plan B.

"So, you are also immune to gen jitsu, you are full of surprises." He called out.

"So what, show yourself, so I can look into your eyes as I kill you."

"Oh now tell me. Where is the fun in showing myself?" Yonoaka taunted.

Fukushi closed his eye to concentrate on using other senses, sight was not going to help him here. He was trying to hear his opponent's attack. Footsteps? No! heartbeat. Fukushi quickly reached behind to parry the rear attack. He turned quickly enough with his eye peering into the mist. He swung right to left and deflected a second attack but the sheer force knocked fukushi back a step. He readied his weapon for the next attack. The tension of the mist causing chills up his spine as he glanced left and right.

The next flurry of blows came from Fukushi's right. Clashing metal ran out with each parry. Yonoaka's great sword moved as fast as Fukushi's katana. After the seventh Parry Yonoaka managed to hit the katana with such force it was thrusted too far to Fukushi's right hand side to block the second attack.

Fukushi summoned a kunai with his right and Yonoaka's secondary weapon clashed harmlessly against it. Fukushi threw his opponent off and flicked the kunai into the mist where Yonoata should have been standing.

"This is better than I could have imagined. Do you have any idea how easy you were to find?"

Fukushi remained silent to follow the voice.

"You left clues everywhere, even the local population could point you out. How you've managed to keep out of the Tsuchikage's eye I have no idea. But you surely don't disappoint when it comes to fighting."

Yonoaka swung his sword but Fukushi ducked and swiped into the missed but missed as Yonoaka dodged his counter and vanished into the mist once more.

"Let's make this official, I'll be telling stories of this duel to everyone I meet."

Fukushi held his katana with his right hand and quickly performed hand signals with his left. Once completed a burst of air shot from Fukushi and the mist was blown away. Once the two warriors became visible to each other. Yonoaka smiled as he got a close-up of his pray. He saw that Fukushi had one eye covered. He saw the cloak was off and the tattooed arm was visible to him. His stance was perfect and his purple eye glared straight at him, unmoved by emotion and his blade remained still as ice in the air.

"I am Yonoaka of the Mist."

Fukushi gave a faint smiled in appreciation for his formality, breaking his stoic face.

"I am Fukushi of the Solaris Family; may my ancestors witness this fight and glory to the victor."

"You know how to flatter me, Fukushi."

Both men ran at each other with blades clashing over and over. However, Yonoaka struck with such force he was able to rip Fukushi's katana out of his hand. Followed by a kick to Fukushi's stomach just as Fukushi performed a jitsu and struck Yonoaka in his right side and both men blew each other apart and impacted on trees opposite each other. Yonoaka's tree began to collapse from having suffered such punishment. Without any pause he quickly picked up his great sword and threw it across the road. Fukushi jumped at the last moment and landed on the flat of the sword's blade as it dug deep into the tree trunk.

Fukushi had gone on the attack and leaped forward. Signing a jitsu with his left hand and four kunai appeared above his head and shot out at Yonoaka with consecutive bangs. He threw two kunai in retaliation to deflect two blades then he just managed to dodge the other two speeding blades. Both men quickly armed themselves with kunai before they clashed again. Both blocking and swiping each other. Fukushi's advantage was having a more kunai to flick at his opponent while Yonoaka had the strength advantage. Fukushi summoned a second blade at the last minute and while parrying with his right hand he was able to cut into Yonoata's right bicep and cause the great man to cry out in agony and throw Fukushi back; who proceeded to pick up his katana. This gave the Mist shinobi the time needed to dive for his own sword and rip it out of the tree. Despite his wound, he held his great sword in his right hand and readied himself to Fukushi's next attack. In unison both opponents flicked kunai with their left hands.

The kunai missed each other and simultaneously impaled both men. Fukushi was struck in the right shoulder under his collar bone, with such force the blade almost penetrated straight through the younger shinobi. While Yonoaka was struck in his right side. Using his great sword to balance by planting it in the ground. He looked up at the one-eyed opponent who had been staggered by the force of the blade. Fukushi readied himself but gave away his exhaustion by breathing heavily and panting loudly. The one-eyed ninja ran to deal the killing blow, Yonoaka responded by flicking a Johyo which wrapped around Fukushi's legs. Yonoaka's eyes widened as Fukushi was gone in a blinding flash of lightning and the coiled rope fell to the floor. He felt the cold katana impale his heart, he coughed blood and he sank forward and rolled over to his back, right hand still gripping his sword tightly.

Yonoaka with the last of his strength spoke although all he could see were the colours of the world fading away.

"Truly you have brought honour and glory to your family." He spoke quietly and slowly but Fukushi allowed him to finish his last words with a big grin on his face, Yonoaka now was simply waiting for death to finally take his life.

"I hope you see them, I doubt I'll ever get the chance, not where I am going." The victor stood over the body. Fukushi felt a sting of guilt followed by sadness. He knew what he was and it was far too late to turn back.

"W-what happened Fukushi, you're hurt! Are you ok?" A female voice cried out as the gen jitsu wore off.

"Yeah, I've, Use too much, Chakra." Fukushi managed to reply but the duel had taken too much of a toll.

Yonoata no longer could hear the mortal world, the voices of his pray grew to a peaceful silence. With great effort, the dying man reached into his breast pocket and retrieved a pen with a note paper and jotted down the following.

'There is two of them. Partner is a red-head'

'They plan to attack Iwagkure soon'

'Their target is a valuable page kept there'

'Fukushi is injured'

The great warrior closed his eyes and fell away from this world. The last of the mist cleared to allow the last of the day's sun to illuminate the warriors final resting place. Only to be discovered by the Leaf ninja an hour later.