The Crude Five [open]

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The Crude 5

[/b] five. Their names’ were famous within the wave of fear because they had nothing else better to do than to pick on the weaker. Each assailant was from a different nation and had only but one purpose in their miserable life……

to kill.

All they’d known was bloodshed. They were the generation of shinobi that had grown up in the time of war, every shinobi nation pitted against one another. What more else were they to do than to learn to defend themselves… from any threat that seemed possible. It was not conflict that created them this way, it was the blood. They had become greedier with each kill.

How they found each other is beyond thought. Some say it were their destiny… but others say it were their leader, Roy, who truly enjoined them as a team. Though they all seemed to carry a similar burden and goal, Roy didn’t. He was the only one who anyone had information on and that was only because he had gone missing from the country of water 3 years ago, around the time the killings had begun.[/ul][/size]

Sohyo placed his pen and pad down next to the wick candle that’d been flickering for quite some time. The wax had already reformed along the bottom of the table. His eyes were beginning to get a little irritated so he calmly ailed them with the back of his fingers. He had been in the crumby bar almost all day trying to place key notes within his new journal. Every time he had a mission he made a journal, one he gave to the mizukage after every completion.

“Bartender, pass me some saki will ya!?” he asked hysterically; more like a drunk man.

He had the worst luck trying to get an alcoholic drink. That’s why he had chosen a bar to study at. He could just wait until everyone left and ask the bartender nicely and maybe, just maybe, he could get one. Sohyo noticed right after his boastful remark that he wasn’t going to get one.

“NO SOHYO. For the LAST time, you are not old enough ya goddamn kid! Why do you even try!? Its so annoying!! “

Sohyo gave out a small sigh as he’d begun to gather his things. He did smile, however, hearing the aggravation within his friend, Soske’s, voice. He really needed a drink though. There were no other way to relieve the stress of the mission from his thoughts other than a brew of the finest whisky. As he’d begun to walk out he’d respond to Soske:

”well damn! Alls im saying is that if you’re old enough to join ANBU and kill people, for chrissake, you should be able to buy a damn drink. This job sucks! See you tomorrow..!”

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Sohyo had been purposely chosen for the assassination of all members of the crude five, particularly because of the way he had become chuunin. He was experienced in the ways of maneuvering and redirecting. There were seven opponents and he’d defeated them all single-handedly before rising to the top as the winner. The thoughts faded however as he stepped afoot the misty weather. As his body entered the streets of kiri a cold chill enveloped him.

It was certainly too cold for rai-tora to have no shirt on but he had become accustomed to only wearing his grey leather chest guard. His bangs were pushed up and all his hair were entangled into three black bandannas; the color surely deemed worthy in camouflage to the time of night but he was not prepared to stalk. He wanted to go home and begin his search early in the morning.

Every half a second a “tnk!” sound would occur. It were from his sword tapping against his leather holster but it were not the only sound. There were sounds other than that, the whispers of distant men soon made his sword come to silence. This silence had grasped Sohyo rather quickly, pushing him into his lonely spirit. As he stepped closer into the horizon the distant whispers he’d heard soon had become the voices of drunk, boastful, men and women.

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”shh what was that?!”
”Nothing mona, I don’t see anything. Yer really being a buzzkill y’know!” [/ul]

The sound they’d heard were none other than Sohyo’s quick departure into a hiding. The space he’d filled were none other than the hallway that disconnected his house and the pub. The reason he'd hid were because he'd heard the name ‘Mona’ and it alerted the chuunin that the group that was growing nearer to his direction were none other than the ones he’d been looking for. The crude five.


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Optic embers strained quietly at the five figures. He could not see very much within the dark, especially when they had black cloaks covering their silhouettes. The chuunin stayed remotely silent as they’d pass by but quickly after he climbed the building behind him. The stony edges of the building were no match to his chakra which acted as a glue to his fingertip. Once he got close enough his hand gripped upon the ledge and pulled himself up. It were chilly at his altitude but senju were not usually disturbed by such feeble-minded stimuli.

He had only one tactic planned thus far. He had to see where they were planning on going for the night – surely they weren’t planning on travelling much further within the village of mist at this time of night. Sohyo needed a rendezvous point in the morning when he’d begin his search so he would stick around a little to see where they were going. A soft breeze swept through him softly lifting his locks in waves of heated air.

One of the crude stopped and did not keep up after them. Sohyo knelt after seeing his sudden reaction, ’did they see me…!?’ he thought to himself whilst crouched. His hands muffled through his pouch and his fingers played skillfully with his shuriken just in case . The cloaked figure seemed to be muffling around, doing something but Sohyo was unable to predict what that actually was.

Mystery enveloped the senju’s thoughts. The cold bone chill of the cement beneath his feet sent a chill right through his spine just as the cloaked figure looked back. He seemed to stare right at him but Sohyo knew better than to react simply off of a random gesture. But he was sure that the hooded figure was looking within his direction, he could feel the stare. The vigilante did nothing though, he simply chuckled under his breathe and followed along after his comrades who had found the words ‘Inn’ atop of a building.

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The voice was of another female – not the one he’d heard from Mona or the other big headed guy. This one seemed a little gentler, though the thought seemed a little contradicting to the chuunin. Sohyo simply watched as they slipped right through his fingers. The thought of him getting another chance ruffled through his head as more of an impossible feat if anything – so he quietly resumed to his house… making note of where they were staying.

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Quick steps followed up along the inside. His room was upon the second floor and if he were going to make note of where they were he needed to see the light or lights flicker on. Sohyo watched carefully – his eyes etched calmly, begging for rest. Hands beckoned to a chair as he neared his desk alongside the window. He pulled out his journal once more to relieve what had been along his mind. Amidst the streets there was talk of a revote but surely Sohyo cared not for his former leader – spineless and unforgiving.

The notes he’d written to him before were probably burned within the furnace to keep his cold heart a little warmer. The chuunin stammered with the pencil as he’d begun to write his events.

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Sohyo’s pencil dropped along the pad with a thump. His eyes had become blurry and his yawns, more frequent. He could not escape the thoughts of how Ayro was a master of illusion, an art Sohyo was not so familiar with. He’d had nightmares about being trapped in a “forever illusion.” His thoughts subsided as did his troubles just as the pillow swept beneath his head. A soft sigh protruded from his lips as he escaped into blissful slumber. Dreams of killings filled his night.

Only blood filled his thoughts – the many men and women who had died trying to take down the vigilante group who persisted on through killing the innocent. The thought alone brought cringe to his teeth within his sleep.

Seven whole hours passed before the light and dawn of day approached Sohyo’s window. His eyes would open involuntarily to the sunlight and the lust for hunt would have begun to fuel through him.
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/exit for now.

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