The next door is covered in Black Fire
Arashi flies on his cloud rapidly towards his city when he suddenly notices smoke in the distance; black flames leap into his vision and he enters serious mode. He develops a wolfish appearance and they notice Sage energy flowing towards him. He quickly reaches the center of the city and touches down in the middle of raging Amaterasu fire. The memory is touched with static. He sees a tiny hand sticking out from beneath a metal beam; a stuffed wolf lies nearby. “Nononononononononono,” he lifts the steel beam off swiftly and sees it is the little girl from the previous memory. She is no longer breathing. He frantically begins to channel medical ninjutsu, unsure of what else to do, when he hears a derisive voice behind him, “I thought you’d never show up, Arashi.”
Arashi stiffens and turns around to see a younger Uuzu Uchiha smiling down at him. Uuzu throws the half unconscious bodies of Soisne and Tao to the ground. Arashi asks in confusion, “What are you doing?” Uuzu looks around at the burning village, “Well, honestly, your village is a threat and I had to deal with it.” Arashi only half listens, calling for Kase through a ring on his hand and looking around frantically for him, “He-he should be here…” Uuzu laughs, “I haven’t seen HIM all day.” Suddenly, Uuzu’s leg smashes into Arashi’s face and he is flung into a nearby building. Arashi struggles to his feet and makes a hand seal to utilize the iron below him; to his surprise, nothing happens. He looks suspiciously at Uuzu who laughs again, “Strontium. A non-magnetic alloy and the entire city is coated in it. It took me awhile, but I finally pieced together your little metal formation trick.”
Arashi grits his teeth, “And Senritzu?” “She heard about your little bird friend. She didn’t appreciate you lying about the Blue Cardinal’s death, much less using this iron fortress of yours to protect him.” He looks over at the stuffed wolf nearby, “You always were such a bleeding heart,” he kicks the wolf into the fire. Arashi leaps towards him and begins a taijutsu battle; Uuzu laughs at his predictability, “I’m not an idiot, Arashi. I know all of your techniques. You’ve been so busy pretending to be a Kage, after all. Without your Iron Style, you only have one way to fight me.” Arashi breathes heavily, “You want to see the darkness, Uuzu? I’ll show you the darkest pit I can muster, then I’ll put you there.”
Arashi makes a hand seal and unleashes a gate to Hell and Uuzu smiles once more. In one swift motion, Uuzu leaps into the gate. Arashi immediately attempts to close it, but is unable to do anything to the gate (Uuzu appears to have done something). Soon, Uuzu exits the gate holding the blade of a sword, attaching it to a crossguard triumphantly. Arashi looks incredulous, “That’s what this is all about?!” “Should it be me that you’re arguing with?” Uuzu gestures towards the spirits flowing out of the open gate. Arashi grits his teeth and turns towards the gate while Uuzu sprints away from the wreckage of the city.
Large Black Splat
Everything is black. People are screaming within Arashi’s mind; he’s trying to reason with them and get them into a single place. They accuse him of their deaths, he cannot bring himself to argue. After an indefinite amount of time, he finally contains them all into one place and eventually light floods the scene.
He is sitting in the destroyed office building of the metal city. He has dark circles under his eyes and looks completely and utterly exhausted. Next to him lie intensely bandaged Soisne and Tao on makeshift hospital beds. Soisne sits up and looks over at him in horror, “Arashi…” He sluggishly looks towards her, “You’re awake…must be that salamander blood of yours.” Tears stream from her eyes, “Uuzu…he—” “I tried to save so many,” he puts his hands into his hair. Moments pass. “Did he get the crossguard?” Soisne croaks. Arashi looks at her incredulously before responding, “THAT’S what you’re worried about?!”
He feels a surge of emotion and passes out onto the floor.
Kai and Yasei chose to unlock only the Black Fire memory