Nuke Nin! [M]

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and and so begins our journey

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Shaken from the sudden vibration pulsing from the bartenders hand the young sohyo presses his hands beneath his chair to stay stable. The bartenders words struck him like lightning through the earth’s crust. The chuunin rubbed his chin after taking another shot with the bartender. He proceeded after by squinting his eyes and straining his throat, the shit was strong as hell. From within the alcoholic elixir set within his blood… untempering the shinobi of his doubts. They called it liquid courage, at some points, and sohyo was a great example of why they did so.

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Sohyo slammed the drinking glass down on the maple top just as the bartender did. After he gave note of the caravan Sohyo drew his thumb through the creases of his wallet to unfold a 50 yen. The bartender was very helpful, and the tip would no doubt allow him another shot. Hands drew nearer to the shot glass as another shot poured into it, the liquid stature giving calm melody to the senju’s ears which perked often… hearing the caravan pull up. Seems the bartender was going to give him more help than sohyo predicted.

He proceeded towards the door with swagger in each step. His boots made a metallic bounce against the wood, giving off quite an authorities stature. With a simple touch of the revolving doors he would simply push his way through to see the caravan. A white clothed roof with metallic enhancements and steeds mounted by leather strap stay grounded to the earth. The horses were still an evident necessity to the shinobi world and Sohyo were quite fond of them himself. He kept the door open for the bartender before continuing up to the caravan..

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[Kii!]

The bartender gave a light "Thanks," accompanied by a nod before the shinobi went on his way.

Outside, the caravan was surrounded by three men, only one of which really appeared to be comfortable with the situation. The other two, obviously much younger and far less experienced, seemed a bit jittery if not outright nervous. The older one was laughing and smiling, though took note of the approaching ninja before he spoke.

"Missing ninja, ya' say?" Said the older man, leaning lightly against the white-topped caravan. "Che, they're sons of bitches, those three boys. I've been attacked by them more than once, although they never seem to want to kill me. Just to call some shinobi from the hidden village out. Why?" With an eye of both suspicion and hope, the older man stared intently at the newcomer. "Ya' from the hidden village yerself?"

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blasphemy!!!

A breathe of knowledge swept swiftly through the senju’s nose. He smelled it, definitely. He smelled the tension rising through his very fingertips. Sohyo shook his head and turned to the bartender who had reluctantly answered. The chuunin brought out a notepad once more and jotted down some other details he thought that might have came in handy.

[to provoke..?]

He came to a short halt after replying ”yes to the bartender. That was really all he could say to him if he were going to sound normal and not like some title-wearing kid. The chuunin was too mature for games now… he really did want to kill the sons of bitches but he had no way of doing so at the current time.

With a hand and foot he quickly climbed atop the caravan before the bartender, wondering if he were coming or not because if not.. Sohyo would rush his way on up the road… but if the bartender was coming maybe he could squeeze some more out of him.

”Coming..?”

[Kii!]

[[ Haha, no problem. xD ]]

The bartender looked surprised. "Me? Oh, 'fraid not. Got a bar to tend to, ya' know," He said, though took a moment before heading off. "Ah--well, good luck, son." With that, he turned on his heels and made his way back into the bar.

The three men boarded the caravan as well, and the driver leaned out over the side, looking back. "You better take these kids out! I'm counting on you. Hold on tight!" With that, the caravan began to move along at a steady pace. The ride was bumpy and far from a pleasure cruise, though it wasn't likely any worse than expected. Soon, the Kirigakure shinobi would find himself--and the caravan--enveloped in the thick mist of the Water Country. The trees loomed overhead forebodingly, and it was a bit hard to see very far through the thick fog. Still, the road was well-traveled upon and the caravan was moving safely along.

There was nothing but a tranquil stillness in the air around them. For a while, it would continue on this way, and nothing would happen at all. Eventually, the driver of the caravan began to wonder if they'd show themselves at all--and would it be a pity if they didn't. Soon, however, his thoughts would begin to race. A silhouette appeared in front of the caravan, masked by fog, yet its presence somehow more powerful in this way. There was only one figure, it appeared, and no others would approach from the sides or behind. It was obvious what he wanted as the caravan came to a stop, and he confidently strode up to it. What little light filled the area gleamed off of the Kirigakure headband on his forehead, tilted slightly sideways and crossed out in rebellion.

A missing ninja.

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Sohyo wasted no time in conjuring up energy as he steadied down the misty tread. A shadow lay blatant across the pathway just a few knocks south. It took few gestures for the chuunin to prepare for such tactics incase it were a vigilante. Chakra molded within him as he tapped the shoulder of the driver.

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Words of haste from the senju spat out greasily to the cabman. Sohyo left a good penny in the backseat for the driver to reach at after he’d hauled ass back. It were better if he took it by foot from here on considering his only element were earth… and it could not be his defense if he were not touching ground.

That same chakra he’d begun to mold now dreamt into the earth like water to sponge. His chakras were being fed to the gaia as a sequence of seals commenced his figure and from their shadow birthed a total of two earthen soldiers. The senju looked down the road with eerie discontent but knew his distance would have allowed him time if there were a sudden strike by him.

The creations of earth imaged his figure in perfect definition. Debris touched down their figures as they beckoned to their masters order. Each of them split in diagonal paths of east and west from Sohyo’s figure into the mist as he treaded slowly down the path… his eyes hungered for foreign movement. He was the prime definition of shinobi.
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The missing-nin continued his slow pace forward, approaching without hesitation. This was something he’d waited for for quite a while; a confrontation with a shinobi from Kirigakure. A smug, crooked grin flashed across his face, though it was hardly visible through the gloom. He could see two silhouettes appear besides the main one--the one that was likely the shinobi he’d come to destroy--and could assume he’d conjured up two clones. They moved to flank him, but it was obvious, even without some special doujutsu, which was the real one. He hadn’t taken the time to mix himself up within his clones, and he had seen their forms emerge from the earth before moving to the sides.

Eventually, they would be close enough to make each other’s features out through the thick mist, approximately ten meters away. In that moment, the missing-nin flashed through seals at a blinding pace before holding his right hand out. The air around his hand swirled and distorted before it finally formed a pressurized blade of wind extending off of his hand at a length of eight meters. The very long blade gave him incredible reach, and he dashed in not more than two meters before he took a horizontal slash with it from its greatest length.

The blade was strong--stronger than it appeared--and would easily slice the Kirigakure-nin in two if he wasn’t careful. As the horizontal slash finished, he would spin, his blade still extended, in an attempt to dismember both clones to his sides, as well. Still, as he did so, he would remain aware of the presence of all three around him, ready to dodge at any moment.

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The chuunin of mist moved swiftly down the tread of one of the missing ninja. Just as he’d gotten closer he’d seen the shinobi take a swipe… which meant anything but good. This particular shinobi, Sohyo, reacted in the way of the ANBU. A flicker shimmered throughout the mist just as the attack was sent towards his way. Sohyo was very proficient in taijutsu so his movements were anything but average. His steps easy brought him in a safe position just behind the missing shinobi. To his sides the two clones made hand seals themselves and he felt the draining of his chakras into them to conform such actions.

Yo-yo rested idly within his hands twirling within his fingers. He awaited his opponents next movements whilst staying within his battojutsu stance ready to dissolve any form of threat that could protrude from this unknown mans’ silhouette.