kale will hold his hand bc that’s cat dad

starter for @apexmuses​

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The lone man in the center of the room struggled feebly, stinking of terror and desperation. He knew what he was here for and the animal fear of it owned him. The jutsu, despite its reputation, wasn’t challening in the execution; all it required was a willing heart and four seals: Tiger. Snake. Dog. Dragon.

A beat of silence, and then chakra coalesced into the room. It centered on the man as the air in the room began to buzz. It built up until everything was in a wash of electric blue, the walls vibrating from the growing pressure, until reality itself splintered and the veil between the worlds grew thin. Like this, it was easy to force a soul to cross over.

More chakra layered on the writhing man, covering his entire body and building something new over it, hair and skin and flesh, until the bubble of force burst apart with a low, echoing rumble. Smoke immediately obscured everything.

Little by little, however, the smoke began to dissipate, streaming down dull red armor. Thick fingers of chakra still crackled over the new figure but he didn’t move aside from the subtle rise and fall of his chest. His face was obscured by a shock of long black hair.

Armor plates clinking, Madara slowly tilted his head back and exhaled. His eyes fluttered open and his Sharingan bloomed red.

@apexmuses​

vados vc: i sense a disturbance in the force