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( Enter Atlas; Kage Bunshin )

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name; undying threat
rank; b
description; Ever seen a zombie movie? You know how they never really die? Well they have nothing on the undead force your gonna be facing. 40 strong and not very capable, in fact they’re completely unarmored and only have their creepishly long nails and teeth to bring you down. The kicker is that they regenerate and an incredible rate. Somehow whenever a limb is cut off, it just climbs back onto the body and reattaches itself, almost any injury we’ve inflicted so far has remedied itself in the blink of an eye. Good luck against the Horde.
reward; 100 experience, 2,500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

The moon, shrouded by a thick gray cloud in the purple night sky, failed to provide the illumination I had hoped for tonight. There was yet another report of undead walking the streets of Kumogakure, this time in the poorer district of my home, and though I would have preferred to have nature's help on the task of clearing them out once more, I supposed it had been a long shot all along. This was, after all, the Village Hidden in the Clouds. What was I to expect, right? No, what disturbed me more was the fact that the infection I had combated against only weeks ago had returned. Reports of walking corpses, and several fatalities, attested to that. And like before, I would have to go up against them once more.

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Dashing and leaping above the rooftops of my village, I made haste to the previous location of the most recent sighting. The robust network of informants in Kumogakure's hierarchy was quite helpful, and the fact that a majority of our civilians were compliant and friendly did us a vast amount of good as well. It was times like these when I truly appreciated their strength, their kindness. Taking me as Nidaime Raikage was their choice, after all. And I figured that the fact that I had not led them into war for over seven years also helped in my favor and reputation.

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The tap of my steel-toed boots against the tiled rooftops was the only minuscule amount of noise I allowed to slip through. As I was nearing the locale in the dead of night, an empty plaza where Kumogakure's daily farmer's market was held in the mornings, I put my senses on alert. The chill of the cold winter breeze seeped through my flesh, numbing the skin and muscle, until finally bringing a shiver to my very bones. A quiet came across the landscape in front of me, an eerie silence that could only mean one thing. The beings I was looking for were in the immediate area.

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Carefully, I would near the edge of the rooftop I was currently on, a point that would have me overlooking the merchant district down below. And when I reached the edge, I would look over the empty and shadow-filled plaza with observant emerald green eyes. At first look, I saw nothing or no one. But somehow, through a certain instinct, I knew they would turn up down there somewhere. Hidden in the shadows, waiting to strike, waiting to notice me with their dead yet somehow operational eyes. And I would be there to confront them as before; handle of katana in grasp.

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It was evident that I would have to drop down the rooftop and acquire a more suitable position as I stalked the seemingly "empty" marketplace plaza for the undead I was quite sure were nearby. And while it wasn't a plan I was particularly fond of, I knew I would need to do it anyway- if I ever wanted to get these things rid of in time to go home and get a good four hour rest before waking up for work again. So I would then continue down, hopping at first, to a lower-level balcony, then onto a small ledge tiled with limestone, until finally I reached the center of a dark alleyway. Silently, I landed. Based on my encounters with these undead before, I knew they were deadly and versatile predators. Being silent was key.

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This was, of course, due to the fact that I planned on executing an ambush before directly combating these supernatural abominations. Hunting the hunters. It gave my entire body a thrill. And although a part of me was raging to the fact that these cannibal monstrosities had killed a few civilians in this area, I could not help but wonder whether I could take one of them alive. For experimentation. Yes, I supposed it could be possible... but the moral boundaries that sort of action crossed might get me into some hot water with the local populace in this particular region. If I ever hoped to execute that action with little to no repercussions, I would most likely need to find a way in doing that quietly and fast.

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Slinking into the shadows was something I had been trained to do for a very long while now. And I did it damn well. Using only the darkness that flooded the alley to cover my visual presence and tracks, I put my back against the wall of the apartment complex I had just descended from as I shifted towards the end of the street corridor and towards the opening that led to the empty marketplace plaza ahead. The wind that had once been howling at me from the rooftop above now seemed to tunnel into the alley and purposefully blow my hair about. Following me, like some abandoned puppy desperate for attention. Or perhaps, an omen.

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Still hidden in the shadows of this alleyway, I neared the plaza I was so certain the undead were hiding within. My ears alert, my eyes vigilant, my steps taken carefully and my heels prepared to kick me off into immediate action. These things were like infectious bacteria, tigers and humans all in one- and I would need to treat them as such if I ever hoped to survive this ordeal in one piece. They were hungry for my blood- for all of our blood- and underestimating their abilities would only put me into some dangerous situations I knew I wanted to avoid at all costs. Danger at its finest.

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A guttural sound; like the death rattle of some injured and half-dead animal in the bush. I could not tell where it was coming from, but I knew one thing- it was far too close for comfort. Quickly, but with the same caution I had decided to take earlier before, I would jump upwards towards the lower bar of some emergency stair walk that was positioned to the side of the apartment complex. Quickly, I climbed it. One by one, up the black bars of the metal ladder, a few rattles possibly betraying my presence to the dead heads in the murkiness of the dark plaza below. When I reach the base platform of the emergency stair case, I would promptly check behind me- to see if I was being pursued.

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Nothing, yet. So with that, I would now find another position, one that would grant me a more prominent view of this plaza I was scouting at the moment. I advanced to the lowest balcony of the building nearby, scaled the ladder a bit further before hopping over its railings and onto the balcony I had designated just now. I crouched, and snuck towards an ideal spot- behind some decorative flowers that faced the screen door. Peering behind the leaves and petals, I had a perfect view of the plaza before me- the nooks and crannies present, the stalls that were bare and empty- waiting for the merchants of the forthcoming morning to occupy them with merchandise and sale. Everything... or so it seemed.

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When the undead creature I had been expecting made its presence known, it did so with a noise. A sharp and raspy scratch against what appeared to be stone wall, followed by an inhuman and taunting roar. It knew I was here, that much was obvious, but did it know where I was? My ambush could still be executed, in a way, but I also did not know how much more of these things were present in the area. My ambush could go horribly wrong in a matter of seconds. So I needed to process my next steps carefully, to the weight the various options and use my own common sense to come to a most helpful and efficient conclusion.

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I waited. That was my answer. Whatever the thing was planning to do, sooner or later I had the feeling that it would venture out to the center of the plaza. And that would be when I would strike. A presumably predictable action to the minds of most human beings, but these things hardly carried any intelligence. From what I had gathered, through several encounters and reports given to me at the mission compound, the creatures I was currently facing were beings of primal instinct- alive only to serve their supernatural desire to feed. Plotting and predicting wasn't exactly in their mindset. And with that fault, I had an even better chance of succeeding. Something I could use to my advantage in the fight.

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And so it ventured out into the plaza, in plain sight, and I prepared my hands, ready to fire off hand seals. I would need to hit it hard, despite the fact that it would most likely attract more of those vile things, but it was the only way I saw this entire plan working out. Hitting it hard, moving swiftly and ensuring that I didn't get caught in its clutches were my top priorities. Now that it was lurching forwards at an ever increasing pace, I would need to think out my battle plan soon enough. Time was running short, soon we would be found in combat! And as I slightly lifted my hands, preparing to unleash the first hand seal, the undead and thin creature in the distance stopped abruptly in its tracks. Did... did it spot me? All signs, unfortunate as so, pointed to yes.

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So, without another hesitation more, I issued the hand seals, gathering my chakra in a flash then promptly advancing to forming the lightning bolt I had in mind. When it appeared in my grasp, a brilliant blue glow the shape of a lightning bolt, I threw it like a spear, and finally hit my mark. It struck the creature's head, exploding it in an impressive display of sparks. And when its accomplices emerged from the darkness of the plaza, I struck them too. Continually, hardly ever stopping, lightning bolt after lightning bolt. Their heads, each of them exploding in a shower of sparks, until at last, the last of them dropped to the ground with a dull thud. The assignment? Done. Time to go home!

( Exit Atlas; Kage Bunshin )

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( Enter Atlas; Kage Bunshin )

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name; trap city
rank; b
description; We have good news and bad news. Good news is we finally found a warehouse we can build that new gymnastics training center for our young ninja’s to train. The bad news is it was owned by a nutjob convinced the world would end and he’d need a trapped out fortress. That’s where you come in. We need you to get in to the warehouse somehow, de-activate the many traps and move all the shit in it, out of it.
reward; 100 experience, 2,500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

Arriving to the location specified in my mission report, I began to survey the land that surrounded it. Barren patches of grass, brown and near dead, clearly untended for months, if not years. It reached up a little above your ankles, scratching upon your foreleg like rat claws as you walked through the brush. As I ventured off the stone-paved path that had lead me to this property, I stopped. Before going through this brush, I would have to make sure there were no preliminary traps set ahead. Yes- I had in fact read through the mission report as thoroughly as always. It was high time to get this place sorted out for my ninja.