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It was a lot for Westly to take in, but when he did, he smiled. "There's an old saying," he said. "When you love a person's work, don't learn from them, learn from whoever taught them." He bowed to Chaos, the first time he had the chance at a formal introduction. "My name is Westly Morgana. I was Aona Akai's greatest pupil."

Bluster aside, the girl was damn near immune to his illusions. Of course, he was definitely immune to her favorite one--she'd probably die from trying to access his mind in the same way she would if she jumped into a bonfire--but she had dozens of minions. That was the key, then. She was immune to most of his jutsus, he was immune to most of hers, but when you got right down to it, she was half his size and looked half his age. If he could draw her into a one on one fist fight... well, it'd be a lot like beating up a little girl. The question was, how was he going to isolate her from her minions?

So what's my opener? Lore of the Assassin? Hitomi? Mist Summon? Peacock Flare? Nope, all genjutsu. Which leaves... my only set of elemental jutsus. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Westly released the seal on one of his pockets to access what he'd stashed in there. To clarify, most ninjas sealed things into scrolls and then pocketed the scrolls; Westly just skipped the middleman. He made a quick pair of handseals and a thick fog rolled out, concealing his location. The fog smelled like a distillery, but there were a few telltale signs that it wasn't his usual "Bacchus's Sigh". Most importantly, Bacchus's Sigh was a genjutsu placed over normal water vapor. This mist felt chilling, like it was constantly evaporating the moment it touched the girl's skin. Whatever this was, it was really alcohol. A thick mist of potent alcohol.

Westly dashed a few feet in a random direction. It wouldn't do if this was ruined by a shuriken thrown at him because he decided to stand still.

Westly swore. None of my jutsus work, I'm not a taijutsu specialist, I never actually built that puppet.... As it stands, this fight is unwinnable. I can't beat down several hundred Jounin with my bare hands. Even a sniper's war of attrition won't work unless I can get out of their sight, which I can't do without jutsus. Westly felt through the mist. He laughed. "No. On the contrary," he said, "I just have to use a technique that no one knows how to counter."

"Mujutsu: Door of Mist." His chakra flaring from the effort of a technique so far beyond a Chuunin, Westly took a step and vanished from all sight, from all senses. He wasn't invisible, he was simply gone. Not a teleport, either. As far the waking world was concerned, he wasn't anywhere. Westly has stepped sideways into a plane of existence parallel to the material. A world where everything was a metaphor, and where the collective subconscious of humanity connected and combined.

The Primal Dream.

Of course, there wasn't much he could do there. Attacking an opponent in the material world from the Dream might, at best, make them feel rather melancholy as they felt their dreams being crushed. It wasn't going to hurt them or anything. Still, he could see all his opponents, or rather, he could see the lights that corresponded to their dreams, their hopes, their wants, their desires. One of them, the brightest, had blackish-silvery nets cast over each of the others like a spider's web. Westly started tearing the webs apart. The dimmer lights seemed to be getting brighter....

(( For the record, Westly has mentioned the Primal Dream a number of times, this is just the first time he's actually been there. He knew it existed, he just didn't have enough chakra to get there until recently. Sorry if this seems like a bit of an asspull, but I don't really think a Chuunin, however clever, stands much of a chance against hundreds of Jounin and ANBU led by a Kage-class missing-nin. If you don't wanna run with this, I have one other idea I could try. ))

(( Oh. A no-win situation. How utterly devious. twisted ))

Just a few of them... if I can free just a few of them, I can get through this alive.... Westly thought. He kept slashing away the webs of those closest to him. That's it, that's my limit, goodbye and good luck.

Westly faded back into existence, panting. "Cover me," he said to those ninjas closest to him. Only a handful against an army, but what else was he going to do with his chakra? He had enough stamina to fight as long he didn't do anything more chakra-intensive than sticking to a wall or getting his gear out of his pockets.

Running, he leapt, vaulting off the back of a nearby ally, charging at the girl with all his momentum. It was Hitomi without the optical illusion, just a flashstep directly into her. He needed to knock her silly. If he was really lucky, she still wouldn't see him coming. Not like she could see in this freezing mist, right?

Westly squirmed in the man's grasp. "Ya know, ya could have just asked," he snarked. "Not everyone in Gaioh has a personal vendetta against you. Hell, we've only just met, and I've heard such wonderful things about your reputation." He kept trying to free himself of the large man. "Save your chakra, it won't work on me. Then again, that might be something worth seeing once in your life. You know, if you're still a researcher at heart." He said it again, softly, as if reassuring himself. "It couldn't possibly work on me..."

"I'm leaving!" The little girl said making a nasty face and sticking her tongue out at Chaos.

Chaos just glared at her but kept his mouth shut. He hated this damned girl and her sister, such smug little brats. "So be it." Chaos said as he continued to focus on his jutsu. He continued to watch however with his goggles, zooming in on both fights.

"Haha!" She said as she jumped on one of her slaves shoulders. "Lets go!" She yelled pointing forward. She and her men began to leave the village on their next task, a very important task.

Chaos would remain, he had his two guards so he wouldn't need her help anyway.

A man wearing a Gaioh headband suddenly appeared before Chaos. "Chaos-Kami, Azure-sama has summoned the aid of two villages." He said bowing before Chaos as he spoke.

"Really?" Chaos said as he made another hand sign. "Anybody of threat?" Chaos asked chuckling.

"Well it seems to be one of your former students Chaos-kami. I believe it is Dre-san..." The ninja said looking over some notes. "He is the Kage of the Village Hidden in the Grave."

Chaos paused for a moment but continued to make another hand sign. "Really now? I have a plan then." Chaos said chuckling, he then looked over his shoulder at one of the two giant bird like men behind him. "Go inform the Master that I am changing the plan." The man nodded and vanished, leaving behind a few feathers. Chaos then looked back at the Gaioh ninja before him. "Go back there and keep up your work."

"Yes Chaos-kami!" The Gaioh ninja bowed once more and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Chaos looked at the coyote and then stood up. He dropped his jutsu, he had a real purpose now. "Yes!" Chaos said as the air became thick with his chakara. He suddenly charged forward giving chase to the coyote. "He is there!"