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Amegakure itself is built through the rainforest, the houses being carved in trees, along with most of the businesses. It does, however, have a long line of outside kiosks, in which you are able to buy things of all kinds from other villages. There are bridges that string together the top levels of Amegakure, linking every tree together. There are spiraling staircases on circling the outside of trees that carried major houses and businesses, allowing people easier access and less confusion on which staircase will take them to what. Through the middle of the village runs a wide river called the Kansui (or, to the natives of the village, the Dekisui on account of the many tourists that have lost their life in it), taking up about the same span as the real life Amazon River.

Slaphe charged through the forest, a loaf of bread hanging out of his hand and a load of angry police trailing behind him. He kept looking around, trying to find an easy getaway point. He discovered that there were none on this floor, so he should try heading up into the trees. He jumped onto the trunk of one of the minor housing trees and started clawing his way up. He quickly reached the top and leaped into the window of a house. He waited in there for a little bit and waited for the police to run by after their long jog up the stairs of a nearby tree. Ha! ******** idiots...they really need to up the force in this village... He jumped back out of the window of the house and dove off the edge of the walkway. Near the trunk of the tree, he noticed a large hole in it. He pulled out his guitar and swung hard, the guitar seeming to unwind as it took on a holy blue color. The guitar completely unwound and took the form of a whip, which he used to attach and swing through the hole. In about midswing, the whip detached from the tree and let itself dangle next to Slaphe. He wasn't expecting this twist, and started falling, which was very unfortunate, seeing as there was a woman standing on the other side of the hole. "Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit! Look out below!"

Slaphe saw her move, realizing that now he basically had nothing to cushion his fall. Oh crap... He hit the floor and started performing painful barrel rolls, his entire body now in pain. He stopped and smacked his head hard on the ground. "Ow...that hurt like a b***h..." He got up and looked her over, investigating to see if she was part of the police squad. She didn't seem to be, and her question made her seem even more innocent, so he decided it would be safe to answer. "You're in Amegakure, village of the rain...why were you wondering? Where are you headed?"

Slaphe turned around and saw the entire fleet coming straight for him. He then laughed and looked back at her. "Nah...but just as a warning...don't be startled by anything I do...and close off your ears as best as possible..." He held out the whip that was in his hand and straightened it out, followed by a hard thrust on the smaller end. This forced the whip to go back into its original guitar mode, which is what he'd need to pull this trick off. He put away the guitar and started performing a long line of hand symbols, finishing with his arms and fingers crossed against his body. "Juubunankoku no Jutsu, Perfect Darkness!" The entire area went pitch black, drawing upon darkness at its purest form. Although everyone else couldn't even see their hand if they put it right in front of their face, he could see everything completely clearly; no flaws in his vision at all. He started to hear the police squad's whimpers of fear. In one particular instance, one of them thought he had gained the courage to attempt to walk, but quickly discovered that he was wrong as he fell to the floor, not being able to tell what was what. Knowing that whenever a sense is shut down, the others became stronger, Slaphe reached back for his guitar and held it near the head, a combination of three notes in each frequency setting in, causing the worst sound you could ever imagine to spew out as it nearly caused everyone else's ears to bleed. He took his guitar completely out and charged forward toward the police squad, now leaving two of their senses inactive and the other three even stronger. Swinging once at each officer, he could hear their screams of pain and agony as their sense of feel was being amplified. He then held his guitar completely still, calling off the genjutsu that he had silently sent into motion that caused their ears so much pain. Now all that could be heard were the howls of tortured police officers. He started strumming his guitar, first slowly, but then rapidly sped up until he was moving at a speed of about 200bps, causing his melody to seem chaotic. He kept it up, never missing a beat, and soon after, a load of wire came out of what seemed to be nowhere, 10:1 ratio to the police squad. The wire strapped around all different parts of their bodies, and, in particular, one around the head, restricting all movement. The wires then started to melt away the flesh from their bones, causing them to scream in even more pain. After all the flesh seemed to be drained from them, he stopped his playing and closed his eyes, dropping both genjutsus and showing all of their bodies lying on the floor, helpless and muttering words of fear under their breath as they were left caught in between the nightmare and reality, but truthfully, all that was actually done to their bodies was a nice goose egg on each of their heads. He turned around and smiled to the girl he had been speaking to. "See? Everything is completely under control. Although I don't think I should have done so much to them...I guess I just get a little carried away sometimes."

Slaphe looked at the two akitas, a competitive spirit rising up inside of him. He turned his headband/blindfold to the side, putting the knot of the headband off from his nose and finally showing the metal plating that he had always kept hidden under his hair, the symbol on it resembling that of the village of shadow. "Heh...I like your style...but I have another preferred way to kill also, should we demonstrate them on each other in a skirmish? We won't actually kill, of course, unless you'd prefer it to be that way...but I must say that I'm not too fond of busting up a pretty woman."

Slaphe bowed back to the woman, going down further than her but then twisting his back in a motion that made him seem like he was going to the same level as her, even though his torso was nearly bent to a 90 degree angle. " My name is Slaphe Costeentine, and I have traveled so much that I can truthfully tell you that I have forgotten where I originated from." He straightened himself out again and swung his left arm, which was holding the neck of the guitar, down at the ground. As soon as it impacted, the body shattered and floated in midair, each piece taking on the holy blue color. He then took his right hand and swiped it above them, the pieces absorbing to his hand and reforming into a small blade. The neck of his guitar, by this time, had also turned into a small blade. He swung the swords around and twisted around on his feet, going around 360 degrees and facing right back at her again. He lifted one of his legs above his head and held it there, loosening it up a little bit, and then dropping it back down, then doing so with the other. He spun his neck around and looked straight at her, his eyes still covered up. "So...who shall begin? You or me?"

Slaphe bends over, setting his feet in a position that will allow him to charge easily. "Heh...yes...it is a very lovely blade..." He smiles and cuts a small hole in one of his hands, causing a small amount of blood to run down blade of the sword that cut it. He then licked off the blood and smirks, looking back to her, although she wouldn't have known that, seeing as she couldn't see his eyes. "But personally...I like mine better..."

"Yes...it does, actually...these blades represent my first milestone on the path through the life I am forced to carry."