Kurushimi

The rockets of mud collided with the puppet master, his body flung through the air. He crashed onto the forest floor, his body shattered into pieces. "Tch. Don't think you've won so early." a cold voice echoed through the forest. Out of the body of the puppeteer rose a young with crimson red hair. His eyes showed no emotion; they were filled with complete and utter apathy. "This battle real be over soon." he spoke in his usual sinister tone. The boy reached into his cloak, bearing the signature blood red clouds of the Akatsuki, and pulled out a single scroll. "I had quite some trouble collecting this one." he said. The scroll disappeared in a cloud of smoke. This smoke cleared quickly and as it did a new puppet was revealed. He was tall and was draped with a large black coat. "Now, die!" The new puppet extended his arm outward, and from there an assortment of blades popped out. The armed puppet dashed at the enemy, his blades drawn back and ready to strike.