Trouble Brewing [p]

[Yoichi]

Follow Me to World's End

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FLASHBACK
»three years prior«



Pour me another...

Steam rose from a ceramic pot, filled to the brim with herbal tea; it smelled of lemongrass, with a slight hint of lavender. Curled in the hands of a cloaked individual was a full cup, rising to meet his lips, he would draw upon the contents. Warmth spilling down his gullet and washing him over in serenity. The atmosphere was tranquil, a calm tune ringing in the background. It sounded of a stringed instrument and chimes, and the man paused to nod his head to the rhythm.

Outside, thunder could be heard roaring in the skies. It seemed as though the gods were angry and thought to cast their wrath upon the people. Hope and fear, the two main devices of religion. The two concepts kept people coming back, asking for blessings and afraid to commit sin. Rather than living in ignorance, Genma had chosen to take an alternate path. One that left him alone and hated, factors that had forced him outside the walls of his once safe, home.

After traveling to the great land of fire, he had happened across another man much like himself. And in suit of his new kin, he ended up back here, the last place he wanted to be. But for now, he had to put up with it, coping with the urgency of his absence by considering the goods to come from it. Strength would come in his travels with this man who had knowledge beyond comparison making him a prime teacher, to say the least.

The tea house was rather empty, a few figures keeping to the far corners of the room, subdued in shadows. A thin woman walked around in silence, refilling the cups of her guests and maintaining optimal customer service. Genma lifted his digits as she glanced, and she made her way through the shop to his table. "How may I help you," she spoke softly, a smile gracing her face. "Another, please." Genma, returned the smile, an innocent look on his face. In public, he maintained a shy but friendly facade; it helped to calm the situation, and most wouldn't think to be on their guard.

[KID GAMBINO.]

FLASHBACK - 3 YEARS AGO

INUZUKA, HANSHIN.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] EVER COME ACROSS SOMEONE THAT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKED WITH?!?!

Malevolence always seemed to find entrance into the most tranquil and solitude locations, this peaceful town unfortunately being it's next target. Outside the restaurant's corridors was quite a small, isolated village, the citizens plain and as normal as they could be. Several cabins filled with merchandise for sell littered the streets, this specific area being known for it's business. Those who ventured to this land was mostly travelers who sought brief relaxation before thrusting themselves into the brash, cold world once again, meaning the town was an oasis of sorts, but also a magnet for trouble. A couple dozen townsfolk initiated the average lifestyle that they were just too used to, some being merchants and shop owners, others being faceless pedestrians. Nonetheless, regardless of the identity of those who walked these streets, the wicked surely lurked in the darkness. "Bwahaha! This is such a boring village! How about we lighten things up, ehh boys?!?!" The threatening cry was not spoken softly, shouted ten meters above the ground upon a building's rooftop in the midst of the streets, six masked beings standing above it. This band of disguised criminals were known as the Garoseisen, each being wearing a different-coloured wolf mask, which sheltered their identity completely. The loud male's directive and red mask represented himself as the pack's leader, the surrounding five speaking not a single word. As the abrupt sentence exited the masked male's mouth, his arm would swing forward in synchronization with two other comrades, a navy blue-masked male and a white-masked male, as mysterious parchments tied to metal knives descended through the air from each hand toward the ground. The weapon's flight was brief, yet diverse, the three men assuring the distance between each knife being quite lengthy, though in a general direction. Before any citizen could completely recognize what was falling toward them, fire would burst before their eyes. Explosions of light and smoke erupted into the streets of the town, the tags being spells of destruction normal for most shinobi, but foreign to these people. With a mere command, the incredible group of exploding tags morphed the terrain before them into complete chaos, buildings now burning as several bodies scattered across the pathways. Those that could escape did so without hesitation, the tea shop being a few meters too far to be burdened by the fire, but undoubtedly close enough to hear the cries of the panicking men and women. "Hey, newbie! Join in on the fun, will yah?!?!" The leader's voice was stern, callous, and jovial as could be, his attention directed toward the brown-coloured wolf-masked man that stood to his furthest right, known as Hanshin Inuzuka, a teenage missing shinobi from Otogakure who was seeking thrill, just as his comrades did, but his methods of achieving excitement seemed different, his arms crossed in disapproval as he watched the chaos ensue. The final two beings, a male in a black-coloured wolf mask and a female in a tan-couloured wolf mask, performed a single handseal before leaping from the tower to the ground below, punishing any remaining citizens and retrieving as much items as they could. The remaining four men watched patiently from the distance, Hanshin preferring silence as his mind contemplated something anonymous to those around him. "Heh, not feeling very talkative today, I see. Don't go soft on me now, boy! I have a feeling that trouble awaits..." SPOILER: Click to show Mission - Wolf Gang Crusade Mission Rank: B Payment: 100 EXP; 2,500 Ryo Mission Subject: A notorious, amateur group of bandits, known as Garoseisen, or the Wolf Gang Crusade, are terrorizing several isolated towns across Kaminari no Kuni's land. The criminal band are known to don specialized masks built with chakra-masking capabilities that prevents their true identity from being revealed, in addition to their natural combative prowess which has praised them as quite a force to reckon thus far. Although their crimes are miniature, such as petty thievery and destruction of property, the collective amount has become a vast issue, regardless of the sea of waste left behind in their wake whenever they please. Finished with the gang's relentless behavior, the leaders of many towns and organizations have placed their pay into a cumulative reward for any who end this gang's violence. Objective: Stop the Garoseisen. Must be captured or killed. special thanks to renni for the smexy ass template