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Argonon sat resting us against an old fallin log. His head facing towards the ground and he had a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. For unknown reason Kazama wasn't wearing his regular, old black eye patch. The thick scare ran down his forehead over and threw his eye and continued down his cheek. Argonon watched ants move about the dirt around his feet, his fore arms resting on his knees as his hands lay lazily hanging between his thighs. Argonon took a deep breath, drawing back on his cigarette. The smoke twisting and turning as it drifted off into the air behind him. Argonon’s hair was tied back in a ponytail and long black bangs hung down either side of his face, few strands of hair down his fringe. A light breeze picked up and tossed the thin wisps of smoke to one side, as did he's hair softly jerk in the same direction. But Argonon still kept his head lowered. The sun rose to the right of him... It seemed as all of Gaia slept this Knight of nights stay guarding the the forest that sat around him in slumber. Argonon's mind was a million miles from here on the other side of the world if you will. A small thin-lipped smile crawled across his face.

Argonon threw his body back and rested on his palms with his elbows locked and holding his body up. He lent to one side and slowly reached up and tossed his cigarette out in from of him and simply went back to his rested position as tiny red flares scatter arcoss the ground. Kazama looked straight ahead, threw his cluster of hair. His eyes blinked slowly and his long black ponytail arched as his body sat. Argonon looked out of the corner of his eyes and smirked at the sun. As a faint whisper escaped his lips.

"Good morning my love... where ever you are..."

After Argonon had sat for almost an hour watching the beautiful sunrise that rain threw the canopy out the corner of his eye he leant back forward and slowly rose to his feet. He took off his katana straps and listened to the heavy thudding on the floorboard as the 5 swords hit the ground at different intervals, making a splash in the dirt behind him. Argonon stretched slightly and slowly took off his shirt, exposing his pail skin to the world. His body had scares and healed bullet wounds, his muscular definition was thick an his arms solid an thick set abbs an pectoral gleamed in the early morning sun patchwork sun. Argonon always looked like such a fragile male until he took his clothing off, he was still a lycan. Across his stomach in Gaelic, which is, old ascent Irish was the words "The Black Wolf Clan." The thick black lettering was such a contrast to he skin. Argonon twisted his neck slightly to one side and a loud crack could be heard, his long black ponytail sweeping across his back.

Argonon walked out about no more then ten feet from the from the log. He turned towards the sun that was hiding behind the tree branches and slowly bent over placing his palms to the ground. Argonon’s feet suddenly sprung up into the air above his body an all of his hair hung down touching the ground. Kazama slowly lowered his body towards the ground and pushed back up as he was preforming push-ups in a handstand position.

After sometime Argonon's body was sweaty and firm. His muscles were pumped and bludging as he thrust up and down, keeping perfect alignment. Beads of sweat ran down his stomach and chest, following his arms, while other drops just stained the dirt below his face, driping from his nose. He's motion stay steady and constant. Argonon's breathing had quickened, his heart raced after almost hours of excise. Most men would be exhausted after only a few minutes. Argonon Kazama was not most men, by any means. All the veins in his arms pumped hard, pushing his blood threw an around his body. Argonon grit his teeth as he neared the end of his warm up.

"Nothing like an early morning work out..."

He whispered to himself. Argonon suddenly flipped back the right way, his body springing of its palm and throwing Argonon backwards as his body spun threw the air, his long black hair whipping the air as he went. Argonon made a 540-degree revolution threw the air and landed on his feet in a squat position. He stood up and raised his knee, then leaning forward stomped his foot and thrusted his palm forward. The sweat on his arm shot out in front of him as he trained. Argonon twisted his left foot, which was back behind him after the stomp. He pushed off his left foot and threw his body forward with his arm bending back as the palm turned to a swift elbow. He took his right hand and palm the air before him once more as his entire body dropped to the ground and he face backwards in a squat. Argonon rolled his body forward and placed his palms on the ground as he thrust his feet up behind him, roughly at head height. He's palms collected the ground as he launch backwards an caused his body to spin at an unnatural, barrel roll at high speeds as he almost landed seven feet away from he's point of departure. Argonon landed on his feet once again, but yet his body didn’t stop spinning, he stuck out his right leg with great force which caused his body to rase off the ground, he followed threw in the spin with a left leg, right elbow, right knee, left elbow and double palms before he landed in a cloud of circling dust.

Argonon still face in the same direction as he stomp the ground once more, now using his form of chakra or bodies "power" which caused the ground to splinter up around him, the earth becoming jagged an sharp an pointing towards the sky. Argonon suddenly dropped down threw the ground an appeared eight feet away at almost the exact same time. This was a form of scorn he had created which was known as body to earth transfer. He shot back up in a cloud of dust, which stuck to his sweaty body.

Argonon held out his palm as the random mesh of scares lit up with a glowing black light, the scares turned hard an the black light seemed to melt into the scares, being trapped forming tattoo's. The scorns of Kazama, the scorns themselves were chakra generating markings that were carved by his brother yet the single source of power was generated by the actual markings, this were no mere chants nor scrolls like chakra, they were a mixture of sealed an fungosa type markings. Argonon rolled his other fist and bent his elbow as they took form in his other hand as well. Argonon place the palm to the ground, the scorns where like hand seals in the fact that there powers worked the same way, tho these were allot more effective as the user didn’t need to make stupid hand signals. You could be hit by an attack simultaneously as Argonon preformed it. The scorn were an extension of Kazama's body, they were like a reflex.

Suddenly eight black snakes burst up from the ground and pulled Argonon down into the earth, the landscape fell quiet for a second. Suddenly a snake burst from the ground with an open mouth. As did another in a nearby position. One shot from what seemed to be mid air. This was the technique known as the 88 snakes of serene.

Argonon burst from the mouth of one of the snakes with a heavy attack. Tho scorns could be preformed from the scorn marking, so could jutsu's. Such as the one Argonon was preforming known as One Thousand Birds Current or Chidori Nagashi. It was a variation on a regular One Thousand Birds. This jutsu allows Argonon to cover himself in electricity like substance, instead of just concentrating it in his hand. The electricity can be channelled anywhere, allowing Argonon to enhance his attacks with it. Because it is channelled throughout his entire body and not concentrated, the electricity will only cause temporary paralysis instead of killing an opponent. While this is not a problem in one-on-one battles, it does allow others to save their comrade if Argonon is outnumbered. Argonon can also channel the electricity through his swords, increasing its overall strength and cutting power.

Argonon flung into action with a high-speed combination of punches, tho there was something trailing him. A force of chakra that was unoticeable to anyone but him. Argonon's body was pulling electrons from the air; any that were lose as they jump from atom to atom. As Kazama's body was charged he let lose and caused the electrons from his body to connect with that of what was shooting at him threw the air. Suddenly everything around him burst into a violent purple-ish white light. As Argonon's Chidori has just conducted everything in the landscape, even that of which would normally never become conductive. But Kazama tricked his own attack into giving everything with in a certain radius the same conductive value. by charging it statically with the stomp he used before

Argonon stopped after his act, before his Sharingan would kick in or his Lycanthropic and Demonic quest for violent bloodshed. Argonon stood there watching his palms slowly fade back to normal. His long black bangs of hair hanging down the side of his face and his ponytail hanging down his back. Argonon smirked as he looked down past his hands and smoke slowly began to rise from the ground as the soil was now chard black. Argonon turned his head back to the sun slightly, half his face still cast in shadow. The fabric of time and space and existence became no more then a blur around his body as claw marks could be seen forming threw the air, like they were wood. But this were no mere claw marking, they were that of a wolf, these were marking left of his true powers. One's thats stck up against any man woman or child in Gaia, powers that would never end... always questing. Argonon knew that the Black Wolf was him, he was it. But his way of containing the great force he had ever seen was hard, he knew he could destroy with it. Argonon grit his teeth slowly as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face and followed down his chest and down the inside of his arm to his fist.

"I-i can't control i-it"

He said softly. His body flex an pushed as his muscles became solid an firm in an instant, Argonon’s lycanthropic bloodline cause an massive amount of testosterone to flow threw his body. But maybe there was something more trapped with him?...