sunshineverse | [Open!] Come forth!

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[Open!] Come forth!

Where: The country of Ame
When: The entire month of April
Notes: Basically, Nagato's health has been improving lately so you'll be able to catch him out and about pretty much anywhere in the country, be it borders or around the city. He's always accompanied by his Deva path, and you might get said path first. In other words, hello, ~~come get trolled~~.

Nagato had been restless lately. The months before this, it hadn't been such a worrying thing, just him consolidating his energy to reverse the damage he'd done to himself by overextending, but now... now he just wanted to be out. Out where he could interact more directly with the contact rain in his country, where he could watch his people without needing to send his paths out to do it for him...

This meant that people who had never really gotten to meet him before, in spite of having been in Ame since he'd taken control, were finally getting the chance to see him face to face, instead of simply being in contact with his paths.

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Rising to his feet, Abel fidgeted with the knife in his hand. "I thank you for the honor of training, my lord. Um..."

He had never trained with his lord before, and he wasn't sure if he was suppose to go all out against him or not. He didn't want to hurt the God of Ame, but he was going to be fighting hard as he had to work on his bloodline ability.

Nagato noted his reluctance, and laughed, completely amused as he realized the dear man was actually worried that he could hurt him. It was a concern he hadn't had directed at him from one of his shinobi in quite some time.

Perhaps there was merit to all the people telling him to get out more. "I assure you that you can relax and... fight properly."

Abel blushed slightly at the laugh before bowing to his lord. "I do not doubt your skills, my lord, but it would only take one lucky - or unlucky - blow to spill your blood."

He bit off 'allowing me to absorb it' because the God of Ame knew what his abilities were, and it would be an insult to his intelligence for Abel to remind him. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt his lord. This was the man who gave Abel a new home and a new purpose in his life, and the thought of taking something that belonged to the God of Ame made Abel very nervous and uncomfortable.

"I am more than aware of your abilities my Bloodsinger. Did you think I intended to keep you from doing that too? I'm perfectly capable of calling a halt if I find myself too weakened to persist."

Taking a deep breath, Abel slowly released it, forcing the last of the tension out of his body. If his lord was willing to stop things before it went too far, then Abel was not going to decry his decision.

Twirling the knife in his other hand, he brought the blade up and slashed the palm of his hand. Instantly, blood started oozing out of the wound, and with a fling of his hand and a thought, he held the blood red scythe that was his preferred weapon.

He watched him for a moment, then spread his hands, settling his weight back on his heel. Since he'd stopped using most of his Paths regularly, he'd returned to using the abilities himself. It made for... rather interesting battle tactics that he hadn't truly used in the same way before.

It also meant that he might perhaps come off a bit... too at ease.

Tilting his head slightly, Abel studied his lord before springing into action. The blood scythe whistled through the air as he attacked the God of Ame. He had to ignore the voice that was screaming in his head that he was attacking his lord and the God of the Land, but his lord had been quite insistent at sparring with him.

It would be interesting to see how far Abel had come since he first crossed blades with his lord's Paths a decade earlier.

Considering the Paths were more limited than he himself? The comparison might seem a bit... skewed. Still, Abel attacked, and Nagato dodged. After all, he didn't intend to let the man catch him right off, and he wanted his nin to actually put his heart into it.

He could still read some hesitation. What better way to reassure him than to simply not get hit?

As the blade missed, Abel spun the shaft to strike out with the butt of the scythe while readying the scythe for a second blow. There was less hesitation in his actions this time as he focused more on 'opponent' and less on 'God of Ame'.

Pleased, he made sure to evade again, spinning away on graceful feet as he let himself get a bit faster, reading his movements and tracking him without any difficulty. He wasn't attempting to taunt, not yet, of course. He just wanted the man to relax.

A delighted purr rumbled in his throat, and Abel nicked his other hand on one of the spikes decorating the scythe. When he swung the scythe again, he also flung some blood senbon where he suspected Nagato was going to be. He could feel the delight of facing off against a worthy opponent starting to sparkle in his veins.

This was going to be a magnificent fight.

This time he simply raised a hand, flinging the projectiles back at the man without moving, a small, amused smile on his lips now that the man had relaxed. Good. Sometimes, he knew, even faith wouldn't keep someone from underestimating him with this face.

Then he stepped closer and did it again, sending the man flying without even touching him.

He managed to twist around to first avoid the senbon before grunting as he was tossed through the air. Another twist and he landed on his feet. He barely paused before launching himself at Nagato again, this time his attack proceeded by several kunai with explosive tags. The hope was to get the other to move into Abel's attack.

Not that he fully expected it to work wit the God of Ame.

He waved a hand, a tiger leaping forth from nothing to deflect the flurry as he raised a hand, blasting the man back again with chakra, head canting almost thoughtfully as he tested out some abilities he hadn't used in a while.

Abel spun through the air again, and he heaved the scythe as his opponent. A quick slash of both hands had twin swords appearing and he decided he was going to have to utilize all of his tricks to score a hit. The next time he raced at Nagato, he did a quick substitution jutsu to appear behind him.

He felt the displacement and movement of chakra, and ducked down, one hand slamming forward to brush the man and pull, taking a chunk of the man's chakra with him before he danced away, avoiding being cut even as he gave a low hum, focused and thoughtful.

Abel yelped as an easy third of his chakra was pulled from him, and he staggered a step before focusing again. He hadn't been expecting that move.

Backing up several steps, he stared at Nagato, trying to analyze any weaknesses in his defense while giving none of his own weaknesses away.

Nagato looked... contemplative, and perkier. Then again he'd just gotten a shot of pure chakra and that did that to an Uzumaki. "You'll forgive me that I'm experimenting while we fight I hope, I'm out of practice."

"Not at all," Abel remarked, tilting his head slightly as he watched the now... bouncier was the only way to describe it... young man. "How can we push our own boundaries as shinobi if we do not experiment once in a while?"

Which had Abel starting to wrack his brain trying to figure out a new way to use his blood weapons.

"By perfecting what we already know." He spread his hands, head cocking to the side. "My own experimentation is that."

"Unfortunately, I'm at a loss on how to perfect my abilities even more," Abel confessed, looking at the weapons in his hands. "I know there is a way to master my bloodline abilities, but the how is the knowledge I lack."

He gestured slightly with the swords. "Which was one of the reasons I was out here, my lord. Trying to attempt the highly difficult." He wasn't going to call it impossible because it wasn't.

"You mentioned wings once, when you first got here." He straightened slightly, cocking his head. "Is that what you're trying to learn?"

He nodded with a sigh. "According to the clan rumor, they're the ultimate sign of mastery, but so very few actually achieve that state that no one is sure how."

"Have you tried being dropped from the sky?" It was a simple thing so far as he saw it, and looked at him curiously.

"That would certainly be one way to force a bloodline like that," Abel said on a huff of air. The idea honestly hadn't occurred to him due to the other problems that popped up with the idea. "But that does raise some questions such as how high should one be dropped from? What happens if I succeed in summoning the blood wings? What happens if I fail to sprout wings?"

He offered his lord a wry smile. "A dead shinobi wouldn't be much use to you, my lord."

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