Murder in Kawatonton [Priv]Finished

[Arashi]

It was a chilling mission he had been sent to resolve, one that was in a sense to be a bounty hunter, taking the head of a man who had committed a misdeed among misdeeds. Both the murder and the attempt of another on two presumably innocent teenagers, a series of events that kirigakure would not simply overlook. It was now his job to deal out justice in the form of his fist curling upon the face of his soon to be lifeless victim. But it was only a vague amount of info that was given to him, a most hindering detail fo the mission that actually irked him a bit. He wasn’t a huge fan of moving around and searching, at least not in the current condition he was in, carrying his puppet wrapped up in simple bandages on his back, a gruesome burden as it was almost his exact size, he would have to grasp the last steps of fuinjutsu and the kuchiyose jutsu if he was hoping for a future without severe back problems of some sort. For now he simply referred to it as a form of slight strength training, and it was true since he had taken up the puppetry profession and had started carrying his tools on his back he had developed a bit more leg strength then he had anticipated. It evened out the consequences slightly, but at the same time it still irked him when he needed to move long distances.

He stepped off the ferry which had carried him, along with a few other rag tag shinobi and citizens to a plains near a town with a relatively low traffic of citizens and traders, a perfect spot to make an escape from, and the last sighted position by scouts for the criminal himself. He stepped off the large boat and immediately sought out one of the stationed scouts who handed him a card that was curt in instruction; he sprinted with extra force to carry his weapon forward in the direction, the ground starting to birth more foliage. The grass became more and more lush, higher and thicker, brushing against his knees now. The trees as well became lower and the visibility went from bright to shaded as leaves began to block the sun. He heard footsteps as branches crunched, and they weren’t just echoes of his. He let the bandages slowly unwind on his puppet as they pooled near him, soft cloth that made little to no sound. The legs of the wooden contraption gently touched the ground as he squatted slightly. His hands were in handsigns as he yelled out who is there?. Immediately in response a large blade, a machete slid through a tree in front of him and then to the side of him, the first tree a small sapling easily broke, and they blade menacingly lodged into the tree next to him. He turned his head back and saw a pair of sinister eyes staring at him. The assailant launched out, shurikens flying out at him.

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Murder in Kawatonton!
Rank: C
Ninja needed: 1-3
Mission info: A teenage girl was brutally murder Kawatonton, a town just north of Kirigakure. A second was brutalized, but escaped death. Find the killer and give him a dose of his own medicine.

[Arashi]

Blue streams of chakra flowed from his hands like electrically charged water, visible to only him unless his opponent was augmented in the ocular way. He stuck out one arm and at the same time the puppet gripped it, coarsely due to its steel hands and violently spun the both of them in half a circle to make their positions switched. The shuriken were apparently thrown with little strength as a few of them did only a bit of scratching to his puppet, one of them lodging into it but only with a centimeter or two of its blade in the wood torso. It reached and tore out the shuriken throwing it back, the joints not advanced enough to put adequate finesse on the shuriken for perhaps a long range throw unless it was machine propelled but, it was not and only had brute force, making the shuriken and awkward but deadly projectile which narrowly missed the eyes and caused a tree to crumple inward. The puppet rose into the air and flung forward as arashi’s hands disconnected the strings and then immediately went into seals, the moisture in the air collecting over head. As the puppet flung forward the shadow covered man quickly dodged out of the way, watching it crumple uselessly against a tree. He then made a beeline directly for the puppeteer. He threw a few hansigns together and then blasted out a stream of water spheres at the puppeteer.

Arashi had just finished his handseals when he saw the puppet being flung into a tree, the shot not really calculated to hit the opponent but to flush him out with a feigned attack, above the sky darkened again as he gathered chakra to his palm through handsigns, the ground one to two meters in front of him being torn up by the spheres that threatened to soundly cuff him. He braced his hand with his other hand as he finished his sequence and thrust it forward. His palm engraved with black kanji for the word seal on his palm as the water spiraled into a whirlpool instantly drained into his hand, the chakra fluxuating within him as if he had just eaten, napped, and drank instantly filling him with vitality. The seal successfully destroying his opponents jutsu, threads shot out instantly and connected with a creak to his puppet, a compartment under its shoulder opening up and firing with deadly speed a weighted pointed block of steel, surpassing in speed a kunai at the man, if he dodged it was fine, if he didn’t he could depending on how deep it was in the tree behind him retract. The puppet pursued the man with artificial fervor, two steel hands open with pointed fingers ready to crush the human like meat in grinder, one single gruesome application of force and he would dig into his opponent and rip out whatever he could manage to fit in his hands.

[Arashi]

Seeing the very obvious activation of the puppet he braced himself for another brave but reckless charge. He tucked his body reduce his space, so he could effectively counter a strike and reduce his area of being able to be hit, he had seen those steel hands, he wouldn’t doubt that they could do damage. But he didn’t expect a projectile he assumed then that the puppet in its basic assembly and its rather haphazard treatment in this battle was more of a shield or itself a whole projectile to be flung around. He tried to dodge in time but he had to extend to move without falling. As he did the weight pierced through his cloak, his shirt, even it tore a bit of his skin, he had to pause for a few seconds as he shoved away thoughts of pain and tore through the cloak, the cloth stuck to the tree along with a bit of his skin and the projectile, he rolled to the left assuming that the puppet would go and retrieve his projectile first. He rolled through the foliage and threw a kunai at the puppeteer, which ought to at least shake up the rhythym. By now he could feel some sort of weird black water dripping down from the trees above him, perhaps a type of sap? He didn’t honestly care, their was a situation at hand, jutsu at his highest rank seemed to be out of the question as his opponent seemed to use some weird sealing jutsu on him. He just had to keep him occupied a tad longer, till he figured out a plan.

Arashi smiled, the bait was snatched up as if he were a mouse and he had just laid down a big chunk of the finest cheese. He easily sidestepped the kunai that was with grand futility thrown at him and whipped the the six threads that occupied his hands to control his puppet, its hands grabbing trees opposite of it and launching it to the side of his opponent, putting him behind him the kunai throw, the pause of pain, and the low distance roll no doubt giving him a bit of time to set his trap. The wire became slack and then taut as more was let out, the puppet weaving a circle around his opponent, so far one loop had been connected around him, as soon as he tried to move his legs would fumble and be constricted in an awful way. He had the puppet immediately retract the wire, tightening the whole loop and released control of the puppet as he formed three signs blowing out a viscous clear sticky liquid on the man and at the same time he blew out with two more a mist that clogged the area. His trap had but one more step to be fuffilled.

[Arashi]

He jumped but soon his legs defied him, a nagging pain bit into him as if he had been sliced in his calves all around and indeed he did, as he looked down he saw a metal cord binding him and as he traced the source he scowled, the tree the puppet missing him, it was all intentional he had fallen into the trap. Then he shifted his eyes to intercept as impaired as he was the puppet as he heard it move, but then saw it retract the cord making it ever tighter, the pain doubling. The puppet then to his surprised dropped, was he to be taken alive? He then felt a slap of cold and oddly thick water as he attempted to look at what had hit him, he couldn’t lift or maneuver his body. The ground was sticky like glue, he had not even the slightest knowledge that suiton could achieve this feat. And just as he turned to check the puppet again, his vision now was robbed of him, a ever present mist now murdered sight with a sickening cold that made wet his nape. There were three things now that hindered him, how could he who was praised as a grand criminal fall so easily into this trap placed on him by a mere genin. He attempted to shimmy his hand, to reach for a tag but in the limited vision he could see, his clothes had been mucked up with a black oily liquid, as he sniffed to identify he couldn’t the humid beyond humid air and the sticky liquid that deluged him blocked him from most of his senses, but was it oil that he smelled? His eyes widened.

Higan smirked a victory smirk, the flammable liquid thoroughly covering every spot he needed it to. He wouldn’t even need to dirty his hands with this one. He snapped with a haughty finesse his fingers, ones attached to the strings as they made connection again to the puppet. The weight retracted and tore out of the tree. The wire now coated with oil much like everything else, the puppet’s other compartment snapped open and let out a plume of the purest of red flames. And then then a conflagration, the forest exploded in fire. Everywhere it burned, burned far wide up and down, brightly and with such ample heat. The liquid that binded his opponent, the mist, and most likely the flammable black oil by now had evaporated from the heat. The blistering flames licked the skin off his opponent, and would continue until all but teeth remained. His puppet emerged, with a few fires on it with the headband of his opponent. Now he needed simply to return, back to kirigakure with his mission completed.

/exit

[addy-hime ♥]

Arashi: 40 EXP.

[Arashi]

This is a continuation.

The trek was becoming arduous, and in itself it had seemed that he was beginning to get a bit lost, a bit weary at the same time, the land had become akin to a desert and his view of it was in itself becoming hazy, it had become a shivering form before him, the beige dunes not consistently in one place for more than a second. He touched a hand to his face but he could not tell what his definite condition was, he pulled his hand away and stared at it, there was a small pin prick of blood accompanied by an ample amount of sweat. The same spot he had touched was swollen it appeared, had he been bitten by a spider? He was most certain he had not recently been assaulted by a poisonous creature. He reeled forward, but in the heat of battle? Could it have been possible that with even a single scratch he had been afflicted with a virulent poison, a last resort move to kill him? His knees wobbled and the spectrum of what colors he could see disappeared slowly, fleck by fleck. He felt terrible, as if he had walked into a stygian world with clock on his hand, visibly ticking away second by second from a handful of minutes that he had left to live. His life did not flash before his eyes but he did recount his previous hours of life, he had not amounted too much except for the death of another man, perhaps it was in this that it was just simply a karmic rebalancing an eye for an eye in short.

A knee took straight into the hot ground, he could feel his breaths coming harder, harder, and yet harder still. Ragged chokes of air entered into him as he rested a palm on his knee, propping his body up as his spine and the majority of his muscles seemed to fail to do so as a slowly creeping wave of dread spread across his body, he really was going to die here and it was not going to be a shadow of a true shinobi’s death he would die with his back to an enemy from a latent poison of some sort, he was ashamed for a reason he could not in his young age begin to understand, he had killed his enemy, he had killed a murderer or at least who he thought was a murderer, why in the world would he have regret? The only thing he could think of as he felt a bit of warm blood in his lungs, his coughs sounding like an old man’s was that he wanted to live more, to live longer, beyond the shinobi way of life and death, he wanted to see more action, more prosperity in his life cut short but his options were now gone, with no hope of return or redemption in sight or at least in the current world.

His other hand dug into the earth as his vision now solidified with the pattern of the earth below him. His every breath taxed him as he undid his forehead protector, wrapping his hand around it with the maximum amount of strength he could muster he drew his hand closed, until the edges of the metal cut into his palm drawing his now tainted poisoned blood. He would at the very least seek to die as a kirigakure ninja, not just one who was a no name, a nobody. He would go down as a man who died in the service of the village, if not a hero perhaps a soldier, and if not a soldier at the very least he could attempt to be a patriot. It was the last redeeming feat he could attempt, one of his eyes went hazy then black with no forewarning, how cruel the poison was as it assaulted his very means of life. He could feel his heart pump quicker but the blood was useless, the blood could not revitalize him by means of oxygen and in turn the heart would too slow down as it began to receive less oxygen. He closed his eyes as his puppet stood watch over him, a simple dead shinobi, nobody would likely pay any mind.

[Resonate!]

Arashi - 10 EXP