[ As you wish. Naruto feels assured as his arm follows through, and his amazing, talented shinki is able to slice through the waves of sound--and there is nothing but silence, even as the engines attempt to roar. ]

[ He can see it somehow, Ichiru's sharp edge cutting through the air, and ripples of light as each strand of sound is severed. It's incredible. He could never do something to amazing; in fact, he would make a terrible shinki, he knew it, though he was unsure at times of his ability to be a god. ]

[ As you wish. But with Ichiru in his hands, it... ]

[ Felt right. ]

[ The noiselessness spooked the gang members. There were screams, and they roared their engines--or tried to. Nothing came from them, and there was frantic panicking as they pushed against them, wondering if thy would even move, shouts when the machine would lurch forward with no noise. Naruto spun in the air, touching down with grace he didn't look capable of. The bikers looked towards him--and in the night, he was quite the fiery god, all golden hair and bright eyes and a powerful stance. ]

Oiiiii. [ He rolled out, and he pointed Ichiru towards them, displaying the sharp point of the katana. ] The gods have heard enough, all right? We hear you loud and clear!

If you wanna pay your respect--pay it by giving us some god damn peace and quiet!