The start of a journey (Elanu only)

Kaos stands within a clearing, one that he didn't recognize from his wandering around while in the Konoha area, he had gotten distracted as he thought about past events, stuff that happened to him while here. He was glad that he had gotten through the first contact situation with the villagers, had walked away from there without worrying about a demon appearing to attack there. He had successfully dealt with two idiots that thought they could control others's lives and had managed to walk away from that with his sanity intact, as much intact as he had when he first started to interact with them.
"Oh, I really need to form a group, I've started with asking of the village, but only one seemed ready to leave his village, and i have to convince him first. More so, I need a large group, one that can stand up to the likes of the koukan, no even the demon and walk away unscathe, unhurt by the best the demon and koukan throws at them. I'm going to try and convince Stein because he owes me one, maybe the kid that had the body, though he might be preoccupied by what's happening. Hm, should I try and find them. Nah, I think that I should wait, until they seek me out," Kaos thinks to himself, preoccupied with his thoughts. He glances up, at the afternoon sun, it fading slowly, but still with light left, and at the clearing, about fifteen meters in diameter, circular, and almost as if this area nothing bigger than grass had ever graced it. He moves to the center, and begins casting out all his worries and thoughts. He thinks, "Okay, time to see if i can accomplish this."
He pauses, then thinks, "It probably be better if I use the whole clearing for this move."
He pauses moving over to the the north side of the clearing, turning around, then using his first step launches himself from one side of the clearing to other side at full speed. He stops himself in front of the tree, and thinks, "I can go faster. I can go faster."
he does the same thing again, attempting to launch himself at full speed. He makes it to the other tree stoppiing himself. He slams a palm into the tree, wincing a little from the sting of the bark before saying, "I can go faster.'
He turns, starting to use his chakra to vitalize his body, helping to launch himself faster and faster. He launches himself, going faster then any attempt before but not how fast he could go. He stops himself in front of the tree again. He grins, knowing that he had started on the first of his launching himself and that he could make himself move faster. He turns again, instinctively, activating his chakra, vitalizing his body, and he launches himself again, reaching near his max. He stops, then he says, or more of declares, "Next step I take, will be at my max speed."
He activates his shoes to help increase his speed to his full potential, he vitalizes his body, concentrating, then he steps off, and he reaches max speed, He stoops in front of the tree, slips on a random branch and slams into the tree where he slips back onto the ground and groans.

Music has power. Power to change lives. Power to evoke emotion. The Gengakka, however, possess and even greater power: the power to preform magic with music. Of course, it is not REALLY magic, kind of. To the average civilian, the ninja arts might seem like magic. However, in a similar way, a computer might seem magic to an elder. Anything you do not understand could be considered magic, so is anything really magic? Unlikely. So then what do the Gengakka do? They can cast jutsu through their music. It is an interesting ability to have, and far from impossibe to learn. However, the Gengakka get it. Once one comes of age, they can learn instrument with incredible ease. Casting through them is practically second nature. Perhaps this is why Gengakka historically do well in ninja academies. Of course that doesn't really matter now, does it? Oda is no longer in the academy. Although only barely. It was sad. He graduated the day he heard of his parents death. They had been away on a mission. He could not know anything about it, other than it was of utmost importance to the village.

But why were they being buried near Konohagakure? Well I guess he knew the reason. Their bodies were recovered, but they were horribly disfigured. Oda's mother's best friend had the bodies burned, and the ashes returned to Tengakure. It was not a burial that took place near the village hidden in the leaves, it was their remembrance. Even so, Oda could not cry. It was not that he did not want to, he just could not. No tears exited his eyes. He was largely emotionless. The entire time he stood there, he was thinking about jutsu. He was figuring out who to cast a jutsu. Maybe he had to hide from the truth. Maybe he just did not care. Oda was not sure of the answer. He feared both possibilities. One meant he was a wuss. The other meant he was a terrible human being. And perhaps he was. He had occasionally gone further in spars than he should. He hospitalized one of his classmates after they insulted him for playing the viol. But again, that did not matter at this time. Right now, he was walking home. He was playing music to distract himself. He was thinking about that jutsu to make sure no unkempt emotions welled to the surface.

He played a melody as he walked through the woods. It was a weird song. It sounded of a lullaby, but the words were of a nightmarish nature. A repeating tune with a light voice, it slowly raised from middle c to the next b flat, then quickly (at least in comparison to the ascension) it descended to an f. It was a beautiful song with a scare message. This sort of feeling was exactly what Oda wanted for this jutsu. This is the type of song he thought would best fit it. That meant that this song would likely be his 'learning crutch.' See, a Gengakka can cast a jutsu with most any song. However, some songs make certain jutsus easier than other songs. This means that, while learning a jutsu, it is often best to choose a song that you feel connects with the jutsu, and stick with it. You can add variety to your act later.

As he walked through the forest, he repeated the song, over and over. Eventually, he started singing along. His voice wasn't perfectly suited for the song, it was normally sung by a female. However, it would suffice for his purpose. It went a little something like this:

Come Little Children
I'll Take Thee Away,
Into A Land Of
Enchantment

Come Little Children
The Time's Come To Play
Here In My Garden
Of Magic

Follow Sweet Children
I'll Show Thee The Way
Through All The Pain And
The Sorrows

Weep Not Poor Children
For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty
And Passion

Hush Now Dear Children
It Must Be This Way
Too Weary Of Life And
Deceptions

Rest Now My Children
For Soon We'll Awake
into The Calm And
The Quiet

Come Little Children
I'll Take Thee Away,
Into A Land Of
Enchantment

Come Little Children
The Time's Come To Play
Here In My Garden
Of Shadow

The song is different. It seemed fitting as the children are kidnapped, restrained, and mentally tortured, forced to sleep, until their death. The jutsu he was trying to cast worked similarly, minus the “children” and “kidnapping” parts. It restrained persons and showed them terrible images, slowly torturing them as the lost consciousness. Eventually, the user would be able to simply walk over and kill their limp body, or perhaps tie it up if they were not out for blood. Then a though ran through Oda's mind. His first thought about the jutsu was that it could be used to make killing someone easier, not that it was useful because it knocked them out. That felt.. strange. Perhaps he was not a nice boy. Only time would tell, he assumed.

He had been distracted by the music. He did not notice he was approaching a clearing until he had stepped out into it. His Tengakure band rest tied around his shoulder, but since he was playing his viol like a violin, it was largely covered up. He was quite surprised when, upon entering the clearing, he could tell that someone was here, but he could not locate them. He could hear their movement, but when he looked where he had heard them, they were not there. Perhaps he had made a terrible mistake coming to this clearing. Perhaps he was going to see his parents soon. Perhaps he did not care, one way or another.

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As soon as Kaos steps off towards the other side of the clearing, he sees somebody stepping into the clearing, he finishes up, still crashing into the tree, but e bouncess out, and looks at the guy that just appeared.
"So, um, name's Kaos, and what's that item in your hand? It's big, and doesn't seem useful in a fight. I don't know though. Oh, right, guess I should ask for your name so what's your name? I've introduce yourself, and are you the reason I heard sounds in the air, faint, but still there?
He stands up, then using the skill he was working on to move over to where the guy was on the opposite of the clearing from where he was now at his top speed, stopping right in front of the guy, and holds out his hand.
"Hi, name's Kaos like I said? And who do I have the pleasure of talking to?" Kaos says, as he wait for the guy to either take his hand or not. If the guy does, he will automatically mark seal already thinking of plans to come and ow to best start recruiting this guy to his cause. If not, he would drop his hand, not too worried about being rejected about the hand shake. He wat to see if the guy has anything to reply with. He suddenly stops and looks behind him. He whistles and Jeff, his cat, poked his head up, giving a meow that Kaos could hear, he whistles again, and Jeff rises up, bounding over to Kaos and the guy slowly. Jeff finally gets to Kaos, Kaos bends down, and Jeff bounds up his shoulders, giving a purr as he settles onto his favorite roost, Kaos's shoulder. Kaos scratches Jeff's ears and says, "This guy is my cat, my pet, and my familiar. His name is Jeff."
He then finally pauses in his speakings to allow the guy to take time to actually say something.

[twc 889 889/2k hoho]

What do you do when you find out you are in way over your head?  Would you break down and cry? Would you back out as fast as you could? Perhaps you would simply stop. You would do nothing. You would say nothing. You would hear nothing. Nothing would matter.

Then there are the weirdos that decide to play a song. Although most people don't screw up the sixteenth beat because they forgot to concentrate on something else.

How does a man expect one to answer if their words come out so fast they are nearly a blur? Seriously, it was one thing that he he moved quickly (at least Oda assumed the man moved quickly as he had never had any akinestopic events before), but did his mouth need to move just as fast? Oda bit his lip, however. It was obvious that this person was quite strong, or at the very least quite fast. They were likely a ninja. That was actually rather scary, as Oda still hadn't really mastered the only jutsu he had ever bothered learning besides the basic three. He kind of understood it, but had never bothered learning it before. It was an interesting technique. Originally, it required the use of a flute. Kind of. This was not the exact same jutsu, but it was based on that one. Oda, however, was special. He was part of the Gengakka clan. Music came naturally to them. Anything that a sound could do, they could do with any sound. For the most part, at least. Music was their forte, and their birthright. There was never a moment where a Gengakka would be without the ability to compose a song. Perhaps it would be a simple arpeggio with some altered tonations, or perhaps a grand symphony they could only dream of playing by themselves. That is why he could train his jutsu by simply playing on his viol, and imagining how it would work. This is what he had been doing for days, deciding what song best fit it, what series of notes most closely described the emotion he thought the jutsu simulated. Perhaps the reason he had not been able to cast it yet was due to him choosing the wrong song. Perhaps, he was wrong once again. Mayhaps his next try would be the one. Grafting, a song by Satillo, is what popped into his mind. It was slow, methodical, and yet jarring. Of course, neither the song nor the artist actually existed in Oda's universe, and he would never know that they existed somewhere else. This was just the song that came to him.

It was similar to a few of his previous attempts. Many songs that he thought would work, but never did. Always a slow song. A fast paced one would never work for this jutsu. Well honestly, it would eventually. However, when he first thought about this, a slow one seemed most appropriate. The whole jutsu was slow, except for the initial exposure. Perhaps something sharp, fast, and loud to start it off. Then the song slows down. Calm, collected. Eerie, almost. Ethereal. A song who's sound did not quite make sense, but blended with itself. He had tried songs with words, songs without words, songs he accompanied with beat boxing, and even simple riffs he played on his arms or with him mouth. This was a lot harder than he thought it would be. Of course, the worst part was knowing that he should not even need to find the 'perfect song.' This thing should come naturally to him. He was a Gengakka. Music for them was hand seals to ninja as rain over the ocean was to rain over a lake. They were different, but the same. So why had this been so hard to learn? Why was he having difficulty casting a single jutsu? Perhaps he was too ambition. He was attempting to cast a B rank after all. And he was a mere genin! Who would teach a genin a b rank jutsu as their first, let alone expect e genin to teach themselves one with just a vague book to work from! But that was the goal Oda gave to himself. He had to learn this jutsu.

Perhaps it is too much he had thought to himself as he travel to his parents memorial. It was a long trip, including several civilians. They were going at a simple walking pace. Even though Oda was far from being a fast person, he was much faster than the elderly could that he was walking with. As such, he was quite bored with the walk. If it would rain, at least something would happen. But no, the skies would be grey, and yet no rain would fall. So he played his viol. It distracted him. It made him less bored. But his mind still wandered. What am I to do? I have never lived on my own. Sure, my parents have gone away before, but never for long, and I always had someone come visit to help me. Now I will not have anyone. He needed something to distract him. Playing the songs were not enough. He was too good at it. Music came naturally to him. There was no effort, only effect. If he played in certain ways, the elderly couple would smile. Other ways and their smiles would disappear, replaced by sour grimaces that told more than a thousand words, and yet none at all. Had they seen something? Perhaps their children were ninja, and they had watched them die. Or perhaps their parents had died. Did that really matter, though? The music he played, no matter what it did to their emotions, never froze them. They never collapsed, paralyzed, a look of horror on their face as demons swooped upon their heads. Yes, Oda was attempting to practice this jutsu on the elderly couple. Was that right? Most certainly not. Did he care? Even less so. Oda was not a nice boy, no matter what those close to him thought. Perhaps the reason he wanted to learn this jutsu was because it does what he always wanted to. It captures people and tortures them. It was truly despicable. Anyone that heard it was as good as dead if they were not strong enough to fight it off. A sound based genjutsu that prevented all movement and cast visions of Lovecraftian horrors into the minds of its victims. Perhaps he would be so lucky as to catch someone in a particularly vicious one where they watched a demon rip open the gut of a loved one and tear out their bowels, only for the loved one to heal and the process to repeat. Promethian torture through the victims love. Truly despicable.

The sounds played as he walked with the procession. Sometimes he would run to the front to lead the group in song, all the while working out how to channel his chakra. Sometimes he wondered if using hand seals was easy than using music. He doubted it was as handy (he chuckled to himself over the pun), especially since any number of medical issues could result in a hand needing amputation, let alone any number of injuries rendering one useless. What if that were to happen to a ninja? Oh well, let it be. He needed to work out how to channel his chakra through his music.

Oda jumped a little at how quickly the man approached him. It was quite surprising. Then the man spoke again, and Oda watched as the cat came over. The man, who introduced himself as Kaos, also introduced the cat as Jeff. It was a cute kitten, and the type that would get a superstitious man to turn around. He smiled at the kitten. It was an honest smile, filled with joy. “Hi, the name's Oda. Nice to meet you!” he said. With the happiness he felt from seeing the cute kitten, it would easily seem that this was an honest statement. “I am a traveling musician, so I am most likely the odd sound you heard. I have been playing my way through the forest, working on a song. It's a little on the incomplete side, though, so I'd rather not play it with company.” While saying this, his Viol remained on his shoulder, covering the metal plate of the headband completely. This is the sort of time that made him quite glad that he wore a band of the same color around both shoulders, and only one had his village insignia on it. He was not playing, when he first noticed the man, but after saying this, he started. As he began, he said “Although this one is one of my favorites, so I'll play it instead.” He said this slowly, seemingly focusing on the music. The song started with low, rolling notes. At eighty beats per minute, it opened with four whole notes in four fourths time. The first three descended, while the fourth went up one step. The song continued on into a higher range halfway through the fourth note. A second instrument joined the mix for this higher register, but seeing as Oda only had one, he would have to vocalize this part. It was in a higher range, slightly above his vocal range, so he would have to shift an octave down.

Maybe we should focus for a moment how the jutsu he wishes to learn works. The jutsu is a genjutsu. It affects the mind and senses of its victims. As with most genjutsu, this technique has no effect on the victims body. In fact, most genjutsus that do affect the body do so indirectly. They cause so much pain that the victims heart gives out. This genjutsu does not do that. It makes the victim believe they are restrained, that they are completely immobilized. Then they see... things. Horrible things. Terrible things. Although it could likely be worse. As far as Oda knew, the jutsu did not cause visions of things like loved ones dying, which made him somewhat sad that his fantasy would not happen. At least, not with that jutsu. He would have to get stronger, but first he would have to masted this jutsu. If he could not master this one, would be be able to learn any, ever?

So how did the jutsu work then? In the original use, a person played a melody on a flute and, by imbuing chakra into the sound waves, they were able to partially overtake their targets minds. For a Gengakka, however, the flute was not a requirement. They could cast genjutsu with any form of music, so even though the jutsu was transmitted in the same fashion, it would be difficult for someone knowledged in the jutsu to identify it without knowing of the Gengakka's special talents.

So once the chakra was in the sound waves... what happened after it? Oda had everything up until that point down pat. He had had to do that almost since birth. Ok not since birth, but since he joined the academy, which is kind of like a rebirth, right? Either way, that was easy. The hard part was getting the chakra to work in the proper way once it reached the victims ears. If you got the jutsu to a certain stage, it would do everything for you. However, if you screwed up before that stage, it would do nothing. Those tiny steps were the hardest part. You had to separate the chakra before it got to the third bone past the ear drum. Then it had to break into the targets chakra system. With practice, this is second nature. To someone just getting started with genjutsu? This is insanely hard. Oda knew what he had to do, he just had to do it.

Why was this jutsu so hard? Oda had been screwing up before. He was not 'almost' pulling it off, he was outright fucking it up. He was trying to use too little chakra to transfer it over sound waves inconspiciously. Yet his main source of information was a sight based genjutsu. Why should his new jutsu be a sound based one, if it was based off a sight based one? I guess it pays to screw up every once in awhile. An extra beat when you fuck up to get it right is ok when it uses extra chakra.

It had been awhile since Oda had come up with the idea for this jutsu. He had been looking at old stories. There was one of these four powerful, bad ninjas. One of them used a demonic flute to cast jutsu. A particularly interesting one was the Demonic Flute: Phantom Sound Chains jutsu. It was a paralysis technique and a mental torture mechanism. Showing people terrible visions as them were mentally restrained. A truly evil jutsu. That no one knew how to use.

Then there was this other jutsu. Genjutsu Shibari. It was similar to Demonic Flute: Phantom Sound Chains. However, it had no visions, and was vision based (kind of funny, do you not think?) So Oda figured that he could combine them. Or at least mold the ideas from Genjutsu Shibari to be more similar to Demonic Flute: Phantom Sound Chains. Since genjutsu shibari was well documented, he had a solid base to work out from. First he had to study up on the origin jutsu, and genjutsu in general really. After that, he would have to try to change it to better suit his desires. What he created was something that was possibly better than the original. In some ways at least. It could do multiple different types of visions: horrible, grating ones, soft, quiet, cute ones, anything really, so long as Oda played the right type of music. The big downside, though, was that the victim would still be entirely aware of their surroundings.

For example, the jutsu is finished at the end of the fourth measure of a song that will become harsh and somber. Should the target fall victim to the effects, they would be completely paralyzed and would begin to see saddening visions of quick, horrible acts. What those are depends entirely on the person who is caught, but could be anything from suicide to kitten kicking.

Going back to when he first started working on it, he had difficulty. It was the first real jutsu he was trying to learn. Sure, it was based on his clan kekkai genkai (relied on it, in fact), but that did not change the fact that it was hard for someone so new to learn right of the bat. Why had Oda challenged himself in this way? It did not truly matter, he already had. Might as well finish. It was something he had to figure out. That is why he spent so long working on it. It was a challenge. If he figured this out, everything else might come easier. He just had to perfect the amount of chakra.

The look he would have had on his face had he been able to have said look on his face when he figured out what he was doing wrong was priceless. More chakra was the answer. He was doing it wrong, and he was so happy when he figured out how to do it right. So happy, in fact, that his birthright was slightly messed up.

[Total word count: 3541. http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t27855-audio-binding#208863 learned. https://i.imgur.com/mFwBKaA.png and https://i.imgur.com/N9Qy2pP.png ]

The guy introduced himself as a musician, and as Kaos never really interacted with music before, he was suspicious of the guy, so the guy started playing after telling his name and answering his questions, but Kaos had learned long ago not to trust anybody, even those you know. Kaos made the quick decision to paraylze the guy, suspicious of why the guy didn't resort to hand signs or running away. He wanted to know the reason the guy turned to music first and not to the other options, but he also had to stop him from playing. He raises his hand's in the tiger, using the jutsu of Temporary Paralysis Technique and says, "Sorry, mate, but I don't trust people, even by what they say. I thought I had a friend in my village, but when I refused to spar because I wasn't on the same level of them, they attacked me. They tried to make amends, but I don't trust them anymore, and I don't trust complete strangers. In fact, I just met one, who threatened my life if I go back to Kumo, my home so, all though you could be who you say you are, I don't trust you. Instead of playing music right after replying, making me suspicious of you and your intentions, you could explain yourself. Tell me why your reaction was to start playing. If you were scared, and a shinobi, you would of used jutsu and hand signs, if you were scared and just a harmless villager, you might of run away, but instead you use an instrument. I wish to know the reason."
The guy would be paralyzed faster then the guy could finish the first note and Kaos would look at him. Kaos knows that the jutsu he just used would take a moment to wear off so he says, "Listen, mate, when ever you come out of the jutsu, Come talk to me. Don't bring your item with you though, because I prefer if you don't try to play music anymore, I'm not the type of person to trust random strangers anymore, but I can understand if I frightened you."
Kaos would turn, and using the skill he was working on, go across the clearing at full speed once again. There, he would stop, turn his back and close his eyes, resting against the tree, and Jeff would jump down, curling up in his lap, and purr.
He would pet the cat as he waited on the guy to get out of his jutsu.

[-10 for TPT 301, duration 2 posts, 1317/2k for hoho]

[Permission from Kaos to have the TPT wear off early]

Oda was finally able to move again. He had calmed down now. This man was quick to jump to conclusions. He was also quick and potentially deadly. He would let down his instrument, being careful to have the edge catch the metal on his headband and push it down to his back. It now rested over his shoulder blade, meaning the man in front of him would be unable to see it. He walked forward a few steps, just enough so that yelling would allow the man to hear him. He had his hands up in the air while he walked, and he left them their as he talked. "I'm just a musician, sir! I saw how fast you moved. If you were a bad man, I could not escape you. If you were a good one, it did not matter. I figured I could play a song to dissuade you from harming me in the chance you were so inclined. I will be going now.."

Oda backed up to his instrument, keeping his eyes on the man. He picked up the viol and slung it over his back, letting it rest against the metal of his band, again covering it and hiding it from few. He kept going backwards, one hand holding the bow, the other the Viol, both up in the air. He was careful not to trip. After a distance, he would turn around and start to run away, leaving the viol against his back. It was a brisk run. He knew he could not outrun the man, so he did not bother going full speed. Just enough to get back to the path.

[Exit? 3818 TWC. Audio Binding Learned. +10 Chakra (constant usage throughout topic) +9 Stamina (running and constant chakra usage in flashbackish training segments) pls]

Kaos stops himself, not powering Temporary Paralysis Technique to it's full strength, in fact making it so weak that it was almost laughable. He regreted not trusting the stranger, but his trust these days, was thin, and almost nonexistent when it came to people he didn't know well. Stein, he had given him training, and the guy attacked him for his ryo, the Hell's Angel, threatened the lives of those who would help him, and even attacked him, and if not for the help he recieved, he could of been seriously injured, if not killed. He casts his thoughts back towards that event and he remembers, that right before he had flicker away from hearing the shriek, he heard another sound, a sound of kunais clashing in the air, and he remember seeing two kunais on the ground. He sneers at the thought of that, and another memory of betrayal flickers into his head. Aiko, she attacked him, stolen a kidney from him, because he refused to try and spar with her. He shakes his head, as the guy explains himself. He sighs, watching the guy leave, and he shakes his head, thinking, "Stupid, scaring the guy like that. He might of been an ally."
But the other voice, the one he thought he had ridden himself of back in Kumo, surfaces and he hears the voice in his mind, as it says, "No, you can't trust anybody, not even those who appear innocent. Never forget that."
He sighs, then turns to face the opposite direction. He says to himself, "I have to find somebody to trust with my back, else I'll always be forced to keep one eye forward and one eye behind me. Well, there's nothing to be done about that, except to keep searching for the one I can trust not to stab me in the back, for ryo, for power, for glory. Psh, who needs any of that by betraying a friend. Who really wants ryo or power or glory enough to betray somebody trusting them under a banner of peace. Despicable."
He sighs, the pops his neck and then his knuckles, and smiles, "Nothing to do now but continue training. Got to get this skill, down and done with, I might have need of it soon, whether for escape or for a fight, whether to cast my eyes forward or to cast them behind me."
He vitalizes his body, pumping his body full of his chakra to help give him this powerful first step. He grins, taking his first step, and moves across the clearing once again, stopping in front of a tree, causing a small dent in the ground from him stopping suddenly. From his shoulder, Jeff gives a meow of annoyance, having been on his shoulder whenever he took the powerful first. Jeff jumps of his shoulder, hisses at him. Kaos laughs at him, kneeling down and petting Jeff, who purrs underneath his touch. He grins and says, "Sorry, boy, didn't mean to scare you like that. Now go lay down and nap while I continue with my training, I'll be done in a few moments, and then we'll head out of here, and go grab some food. Maybe some milk for you to drink, and some apples for me to eat."
Jeff meows in response, and bounds off next to the tree in front of Kaos, and he curls up next to the tree. Kaos smiles, as he sees his cat, in a ball, small, and almost looks vulnerable. He thinks, "At least, I know, you will never betray me, you will always have my back, just like I will always do what I must to protect you from harm."
He turns his back, trying to decide how to better use the skill he was working on.
"Using a powerful first step, maybe in combination with a few other things. I can increase the potential of the skill, to improve even my abilities."
He activates his Sandirirsu, and feels as his body, grows faster, and more durable. He smiles, turning to the tree, and launches himself at it, going as fast as he could, moving across the clearing. He smiles, and wipes his forehead of the sweat that he had acquire from pushing his body to its max. He grins, ending his bloodline, before whistling to Jeff. Jeff bounds over to Kaos, and Kaos stopps down, picking him up. He grins, then taking the powerful first step, he leaves the area.


[exit, twc 2066, 2k/2k Hoho, +10 stats for Kaos and Jeff ]

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