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Were have you been? Your an epic Kisame BTW :3

Hmmhm, im here to basically kill you no big deal.. Kabuto smirks at the guppy then waiting for his reaction may have thought he was joking but i was really serious. Kabuto then played with his glasses putting them back into position. OOC I'll make a blog for us to fight...

Kabuto has purple eye markings along with scaly patterns on his face and much of his body. He wears his hair in an unkempt bowl cut, allowing it to grow out. He wears a maroon-coloured cloak with a hood designed to resemble a serpent's head, with white, red, and yellow markings that resemble eyes; the hood can be closed like a snake's mouth to help protect his senses from the effects of genjutsu. A long, white snake was also fused with his abdomen, which he kept wrapped around his waist and was often seen slithering out from under his robes like a tail. He was also able to shed his human body, taking on the appearance of a monstrous snake with sharply distorted facial features and arms.

Well hello.. i've been sent to have a little chat with you.

- Such a powerful card that was in my hand, it was simply amazing how much power this one man alone had. And to see him on the battlefield was something I haven't seen, I needed to know now!

Skipping up closer to the giant shark and slipped right beside him. Taking my index finger I began to poke the giant mummified weapon that laid flat on his back.-

"Kisame-Sama, I must ask. What does this thing do? How does it shred to ribbons?"

D- - ->> Your welcome Shark Meat ^-^

- Caught him snoozing, something that I wasn't really use to seeing Kisame do. Was he tired? Weak from another fight? Those questions ran though my mind as I also listened to his final words of him missing anything. In a goofy animated manner I began to nod my head similar to that of a bobble head doll.-

" Yes you missed allot! Seems as though where going to war soon! I sure do hope you're well rested shark man."

- I said while crossing my arms over my built frame, indeed war was soon. But it was little known knowledge about the up and coming battle. Maybe it was okay for Kisame to be let in on a little secret.-

1)

The sure footsteps of said swordsman stopped abruptly. His back was turned toward the encroaching enemy, sailing through the air with deadly silence and accuracy. His right hand, mid-walk, had retreated to its normal resting place, hanging onto the very first katana available to the green-haired swordsman’s reach. Lucky, some would think… maybe that was nature giving him a fighting chance.

The enemy grew closer, sword now withdrawn. Zoro remained completely still, his one good and open eye focused directly toward him. This was going to be an easy kill for the attacker, apparently.

Seconds passed. The huge blade held by the assassin grew nearer. Within a matter of moments, Zoro would be cleaved from head to groin; nothing more than two slabs of fresh meat that would thud cohesively.

Fat chance of that happening…

2)

His hand moved downward, from the white hilt of his prized katana; the catalyst of so many memories, to fall upon the blackened hilt of the legendary sword he’d won from an undead samurai. A flash of black light, with hints of red, was all that signalled the withdrawing of said weapon. Zoro moved with such speed and well placed movement, sliding his left foot around on the ground, to bring himself face-to-face with his assailant. His sword would be brought upward, catching the strange blade of the attacker, sparks of pure anger between metal flying through the air. A change in muscle memory and blade movement would cause Zoro to use the attacker’s own momentum against him, deflecting the blade and causing it to aimlessly strike against the ground below. Then, just as the attacker landed on the ground, Zoro would push off with a single foot; flying backward through the air, before landing some 10 feet away.

3)

“You’ve got balls…”

The voice was deep, laced with sarcasm and strangely… laziness. His thick neck slanted as he tilted his green haired head, one eye falling upon the assailant.

“What’s your name, saucer-head-bastard?”

The hat wearing was asking for a nickname. The unknown entity had just received one. A distinctive clink of metal rang as Zoro brought the katana down, holding it with the blade point diagonally outward from himself. The sun caught the black and red black beautifully; this was one of Zoro’s pride and joy.

1)

The Straw Hat crew had agreed to meet once again at the Sabaody Archipelago after 2 years apart. It had been in on this very island, made from roots of the Mangrove trees that littered the area, that the crew had undergone what was seemingly a second attack by the Shichibukai known as Bartholomew Kuma. However, he’d merely scattered them, dashing their dreams of entering the New World. Zoro knew why the bastard had done that; he’d known the Straw Hats hadn’t been ready, he’d saved them… scattering them to key locations in order for them to train, as well as providing the alibi of “defeat” amongst the Marine rankings.

The faint pops of bubbles rising from the Archipelago floor and into the air filled the surrounding area. Zoro was on currently on Level 28, a lawless level that was rife with Pirates and Bounty Hunters. Just to his right… or was it left… a rather large looking Pirate, stumbling on his way, received a bullet directly in between the shoulders.

2)

The shot rang out, the resounding backlash making various floating bubbles prematurely burst. Nobody looked, nobody responded to the murder. It was normal amongst these levels… and it wouldn’t fall under the jurisdiction of the nearby Nazy HQ.

Zoro started to walk. His three katana, held firmly to his right hand side by a red sash that ran around his waist, all looked perfectly immaculate – well looked after. His clothing hung tightly around his legs, yet became loose toward his torso. His bare chest was revealed, muscular tone riddled with a scar that runs diagonally from pectoral to six-pack. Talking of scars, the swordsman’s left eye was completely closed; a scar running directly downward over the eyelids, apparently leaving it useless.

“Eh… I could do with a drink.”

3)

The ex-Pirate Hunter looked toward a nearby sign. It pointed toward the left, the picture of a tavern just before the arrow. Zoro gave it a glance, continuing onward, reaching the sign and taking a right. Completely heading in the wrong direction as well as completely forgetting about the initial reason he was here; to meet his crew mates once more.

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- The Shark was one of my most interesting pawns, his skill was incredible and his power matched those of a tailed beast. In a way I wish I could just throw him into the Demonic Statue and hope that he fills a spot for a Bijuu, but alas that is only a dream.-

" Yooo Kisame-San, whatcha up to?"

- I parted my invisible lips, I had to play the gleeful role of tobi. I didn't want him to get suspicious. -

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