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The land of Tsuchi no kuni had seemed like a good idea at first, it was one of the five great countries after all, there was sure to be some action going on, fun to be had, right? Wrong! The place was mainly a dump as far as Kurutteru Akegarasu was concerned, a desolate wasteland of which the main viewing interest was rocks, shit loads of rocks. It was nearly a year since the day Kuru had left Kus, the small grassy land had little to keep her interest and so she had followed the nature of the Crow and took flight for new lands. What she needed was a city, somewhere she could find drink, drugs and cute girls to harass. Chewing on her gum and casually blowing a bubble she reflected on her previous year.

Kuru had spent the last year as a Nukenin surviving via a number of different jobs. She had been a mercenary for hire, a thief, a mistress to a well endowed widow and even a Sensei instructing the kids of rich unsavory families in a few basic shinobi arts to help further criminal activity. She liked to think she was in some small way contributing to the chaos and disorder she held so dear to her, when the world was at peace it was so dull, she was just sewing some small seeds of anarchy that one day would give others the entertainment she enjoyed. With anarchy around life seemed much more vivid, she felt more alive, did she have mental health issues? Most likely, did she care? not in the slightest.

Trudging her way along a seemingly endless, rocky and worn path Kuru perked up as off in the distance she spied through her tracker a village, better yet a town. Her tracker read the distance as a few miles and so a new spring in her step she picked up her pace skipping merrily a devious grin painted upon her features. None would know of the girl when she arrived but by the time Kuru was done there wouldn't be a soul who would soon forget her face. Well within the hour there she stood, the picture of innocence....sort of, there were a couple of travelers coming in and out and Kuru got the feeling this town was more a way point, a town not far from a big city. Still it looked as if it would have bar's, clubs and a criminal scene and as the day was wearing on that was enough for Kuru with long strides and a grin she entered the town known as Ubana, mischievous thoughts cascading about her mind.

' Playtime..'

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• Open to two chars max!
  
• Nukenin are preferred!
  
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The town was bustling with activity as Kuru made her way through the streets soaking in all around her, she breathed in the smell of fresh bread from the bakery, fish from the markets and the generally stench of the population, she had been too long on the road with no entertainment. Despite how Kuru treated people she did not enjoy being alone, she grew bored and restless easily, she hated peace and only felt comfortable deep in the thralls of anarchy. She was a girl who needed action, and lots of it, in all it's forms. Moving along she spotted a group of kiddies laughing and enjoying candy, Kuru had an infamous sweet tooth and so devised a cunning plan.

Changing her direction slightly she began to skip at quite a pace, no deep within the crowd of civilians she bumped into the nearest kid knocking the small girl over who landed on her behind with a mild thud. The other children pointed and giggled as youngsters do and nobody else seemed to be paying much heed to the goings on. Kuru stared down at the girl with a sharp smirk, her large eyes yellow in the light, sticking her tongue out she blew a loud raspberry before skipping off again. Behind her back in her hand she held her prize, a nice fat pink lollipop. Placing it within her mouth and allowing the sweet taste to cover her tongue Kuru looked around trying to find a clue as to what to do next, far off down the street she spotted a sign for a bar, old flecked paint was worn but the name still read 'The grizzled man'.

'Bingo'

Moving through the crowd she reached the bar within a few moments, entering the old saloon style doors she was welcomed with a number of threatening stares and the pungent smell of liquor, sweat and the faintest trace of piss. Most of the patrons seemed to be middle aged men, shabby, mean looking and drunk. A few leered at Kuru as she passed lowering the hood on her black cloak revealing her face to all inside. By far it must have seemed a strange sight, a young girl strolling casually into a rough bar of hardened old men, often she was taken as a working girl, a painful mistake to make. Hopping up to the nearest free bar stool Kuru smiled widely at the old man next to her who glared and gazed back down to his drink, spinning from the left to the right on her stool she waited for the barkeep.

The barkeep finally and reluctantly made his way over after five minutes of intensive staring on Kuru's side, she was very good at making people feel uncomfortable, she had learned the chilling and psychotic stare from a fellow Nukenin many months back, sadly they got into an argument over who was to have the last piece of candy and Kuru being kuru had dealt with the matter in the best way she knew how, slit the Nukenins throat with her Kris as he had gone to take the piece from her hand. She still remembered the surprised dead eyed stare he had left stamped upon his face as the comical choking and twitching he had done as blood gushed forth from his throat and mouth. Looking behind the barkeep at the very modest selection of drinks she picked her order and announced it loudly with a girlish grin.

"Double Whiskey please fatty and try not to take forever this time, or else you'll make me very very mad and nobody wants to deal with that."

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Kuru's statement was met with raucous laughter from both the barkeep and the other patrons, all except the old man who sat next to her, a wise old man indeed. Kuru joined in with the laughter, she laughed louder than most which seemed to make the others laugh even more. As she was laughing a large dirty hand rested upon her shoulder, Kuru could smell the mans stink so clearly her eyes nearly watered. With the hand came a deep and gruff voice, it was the voice of the first dead man Kuru had met in this town, as he spoke she smiled the smile of a demon, what was to come next would not be soon forgotten.

"Look missy you've ad' yer fun, now why don-.."

The great stinking fool would never finish his sentence or utter any other for that matter, with a swift turn and quick thrust Kuru had literally fed him her Kris dagger, the symmetrical blade was jammed into his disgusting mouth up to the hilt, blood and drool dripped from his open mouth and wide surprised eyes faded as his life came to an end. Kicking out with her leg Kuru sent the fat form of the man flying backward and crashing into the nearest table behind destroying it and smashing several glasses, their amber contents splashing into the faces of their owners who literally had dived backward out of their chairs to avoid the body.

A few rowdy fools climbed to their feet and began to move towards her, hurling her Kris at the nearest one she and his companions watched the the blade mercilessly drove into his skull throwing him back with a loud thud on the floor as he entered that familiar horizontal mambo dance many did before they died. Giggling now with unrestrained glee Kuru flicked out her wrist blade, with a snap it came forth, sharp and deadly and gleaming in the light hungry for blood and to pierce flesh and bone. Kuru brought it up to her mouth and seductively licked down the blade, laughing once more she bellowed out a threat, not in the voice of a sweet girl but with the voice of killer, nay a demon in girls skin.

"Come on you ugly fucks, who want's to dance? Nobody? Fine i'll pick, eeny, meeny, miney mo!"

Lurching forward with the speed of a Shinobi she let loose upon the hapless fools who brought up their meaty, sweaty fists. Confronting the nearest of them she ducked low avoiding a hay maker and struck out in a wide arc slash with her blade slicing deep into the legs of the man who went down hard with screams of agony which were pure music to her ears. With an acrobatic back flip she narrowly avoided a strong sweeping attack by a patron with a table leg. Landing neatly and pushing off with all the momentum she could muster she drove the point of her blade into the mans chest, another scream joined the symphony of anguish she was orchestrating, pulling the blade free blood spurted outward like a miniature fountain covering part of her face and much of the tavern floor around them.

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By now it had begun to sink into the thick skulls of the men left that Kuru was perhaps more than a young girl and that opposing her might conflict with well.....living and so they began to dart for the door. Kuru was not yet about to let them off so easily, bringing her hands together she performed a flurry of seals and shouted obscenities after the fleeing patrons. This was everything she had desires, dear Jashin she hadmissed the sight, smell and taste of blood.

"Oi fuckers, take this you cock sucking bitches"

As she finished shouting she released a jet of fire from her mouth which grew, it's scorching heat made it's way swiftly into the backs of the patrons who were now cramming into the exit, it struck home and exploded covering the drunken bastards in fire, the sound of screaming now was so loud Kuru was sure it could be heard all over town. The smell of burning flesh wafted into the air, she retrieved her Kris from the first corpse she made. Laughing aloud and wiping a tear of joy from her eye Kuru turned back to the bar. The barkeep was huddled behind it sniveling and crying like some infant, Kuru felt disgust sit in the bottom of her stomach, she wanted to spew.

"I'll take this drink to go fatty, what was that? no charge you say, well aren't you the nicest fucker around, cheers"

Diving over the counter and grabbing a bottle of whiskey Kuru popped the cork and took a swig before climbing back over and exiting via the rear entrance. Before leaving she left a single explosive tag in the store room where the majority of the liquor was held, it was on a slow burn of thirty seconds. Moving down the alley behind the bar drink in hand and silently counting down Kuru could hear the loud exclamations of a crowd who had no doubt began to form at the front of the bar, turning the corner and now safely out of range.

"Boom"

A large explosion went off behind her, she heard screams and cries of agony mixed in with those of pure fear and she felt content. With a drink in hand and fresh blood on her hands she was happy to move on safe in the knowledge any survivors would spread her legend.

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