The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
We had been watching him for some time now, the one that carried himself with such regal arrogance. But there was a reason. Though we are strong, the fight against Enfuego will not be easy, especially given he now essentially has an entire army at his disposal. His skill is no joke either. However, we still carry the element of surprise. While he thinks of us as dead, we live on in the shadows, rebuilding, waiting patiently until the day that we can expose that murderer for what he truly was to the world that had grown to adore him - and then, as he is at his lowest from shame and humiliation, his final judgement would come, and we'd be there to gladly deliver it. Each of use would take turns, our vengeful steel splitting him in twine, over, and over, and over , and over again. It would be endless, and it would be glorious - oh, how much blood there would be ! We dreamt of it nightly. We fantasized about it daily. Our thirst for it was unquenchable, until it became like water to us.
"Sky team, check in."
**Sky team is in position!**
My voice was almost impossible to even understand to the layman's ear, but that is because of my skill in sound, which would make it so that only the proper parties would hear this important message. Time was of the essence. Given the sky presence, we could be spotted at any time, and should we be forced into a head-on confrontation now, so early in their fatal game, things would not turn out good for the group and our desired cause. We had but one chance. In a few moments I'd approach him, the one they called Ue, the last Kikkawa. You see, this war we wanted to bring to Uchiha Enfuego would need a key catalyst, a trigger that would send everyone over the edge and into a fit of rage over the lies F had produced. And what better way than to trigger the cause by exposing the Kage for one of his many crimes to an unknown victim - you see, he truly was the last Kikkawa, because F had killed the only other that was alive, in cold blood.
"Support team. check in."
**…will you get the fuck on with this, already!?**
While the Uchiha probably thought himself to be alone, our recon team spotted and recorded him attacking an Iwa shinobi prior to his ascension to the throne, holding him hostage for quite some time, and then finally murdering him in cold blood, within the now abandoned Alexandria Memorial Hospital. His goal? The kid's heart. His fucking heart. This Uchiha bastard truly was, for lack of a better term, heartless. And now it was time to make him pay. This was why Ue was an essential piece to this plan, and although his colleagues disagreed, there was a reason I lead this expedition and they didn't. Hopefully he would take my advance without resistance. There is no need to fight…but we shall, if we have to.
"…I said, 'support, check in'. When I ask you to check in, you fucking do it. Now…"
well manicured fingers rifled through the day's earnings, and a smile as bright as the sky reflected the sun's light like a mirror. five hundred ryo earned in less than an hour; you couldn't beat a rate like that. now this hedonist had to fight the urge to throw it all away on whatever pleasures the village had to offer. a serpent's tongue cut a schism through his grin, lapping at the full of his smile. it was sickening really. loving money the way ue did should have been a crime.
♫ money, money, money, money! MONAAAY~! ♫ the kikkawa sang proudly beneath the day's blue sky. the rustle and bustle of iwagakure's market district was like music to his ears. merchants from every corner cried to passersby attempting to sell their goods, but what they had to offer didn't interest him. the money was better off saved for the time being.
he shoved the bills into his pant pocket before the coaxing became irresistible, pushing through the market at a steady pace until the chatter became a buzz in the distance behind him. the day was still ripe, but he was bored with what the village had to offer as entertainment. his mind wandered to a distant prospect he longed to see to fruition, constructing a harem for lechers like himself. sadly, he knew even that would get boring over time, but if he owned it at least he had the income to fall back on.
Though i had allowed myself a moment of distraction as I entertained the potential plans that lay ahead of us once this meeting is concluded, chatter across our radios would snap me back to reality. Support had spotted Ue it seemed, and within minutes, it seemed he was destined to cross paths with my own. Currently, I existed on a quieter part of his projected route, past the market and more towards some abandoned shops that had gone on the wayside during the village's little civil war. This would allow us a bit of privacy, just enough for my proposition to be given without interruption. And should negotiations turn sour, a quick snatch and grab could be effortlessly pulled off; but let's hope it didn't get to that point…
The Last living member of the Kikawa was enthralled in an odd tune. It was faint and inaudible at first, but as his confident stride brought him closer and closer to my figure, the lyrics became clear. What an odd man…but no matter. In my current form, cloaked, my face retreated beneath meager cloth, I was sure to command little attention or suspicion. I said nothing a first, sitting instead by the side of a closed store. I was leaning against the side, my back to the wall with my legs crossed before me. As he neared, I slowly began to rise. It was only when he was no more than ten meters away that I'd choose to speak. A voice altering method employed, I spoke nothing like my true self. To him, I'd sound monotone and faded, an old man on his last legs appearing to beg.
the thought of swelled breasts, thin waists, and swollen rears had almost consumed him. it was a beautiful thing. the chastity that often came with working as a military man was probably the most unfortunate part about the job. a man without a pleasurable outlet would surely become a savage over time, perhaps that's what made killing so pleasurable for ninja?
these thoughts spiraled in and out of focus, in contest with more pleasurable salacious imagery, until a dry voice called out to him from the distance. a hooded figure? the area where an eyebrow should be rose toward the sky curiously. the man looked downtrodden.
"A moment, good sir…?"
a beggar? there weren't a lot of things that could make him frown, but if there was anything ue hated: more than women who didn't put out, more than mundane ninja attire, more than taking orders from people inferior to him, it was poor people! he wanted to make sure this living pile of refuse heard every word he said loud and clearly.
his approach was steady, and by stopping right in front of him the distance between them became negligible.
"FUCK OFF, YOU DERELICT SCUM!"
there came an intensity you often did see out of him. the veins bulged in his neck and forehead and, if you listened hard enough, you could hear his teeth grinding.
The rage that spat before him was much mightier than anticipated, and to think, the man was merely expressing his obvious disgust over peasantry; I could only imagine what he was like when he truly wished to battle. All the more reason to recruit him over to our ranks, but it was also a cause for care when approaching this beast. I didn’t want to back him into a corner, after all, and force our entire cause to backfire based on one insane man’s inability to control itself. It seemed my teammates were ahead of me in that notion.
**FUCK THIS! WE'RE GONNA GET CAUGHT!**
Sky team was apparently acting first, though without my consent. Then again, they did state they had been spotted. Whether this was true or not did not matter, for the execution already began. Unseeable for now, a surprise fell from the sky itself, small, minituarec lay creations as white as the clouds about to shower over Ue. Their contents? A most effective and fast-acting gas based sleeping agent. Given the sky team’s mastery over their bloodline, the creations would find their target with ease.
At the same time, rear support would remove itself from the shadows, the Nara master utilizing his own to quickly attempt control over Ue. Given his focus on me, and the fact my college came fort from the very shadows, detecting this would be nearly impossible. And if all of that did not work, I was ready to move on my own...
OF COURSE YOU WOULD WANT TO "TAKE" A MOMENT! Ue's vitriol choked the air between them, spit flying from his bear trap maw. I BET YOU TAKE A LOT OF THINGS FROM PEOPLE, BUT NOT FROM ME YOU HALF-MAN!
Every seething breath he took seemed to unhinge him further. His fingers tucked tight in the palms of his hands, and when he wasn't screaming at the top of his lungs he was grinding his teeth.
Having been so invested in his rant, there was little attention to spare on the danger that encroached. Ue took a step closer toward the innocent man so that his figure loomed over the other's like a storm cloud.
IF YOU EVER AGAIN SPEAK, LOOK, OR BREATH IN MY DIRECTION I WILL SURGICALLY ATTACH MY FOOT TO YOUR FACE AND USE YOUR CURED FLESH AS A WELCOME MAT FOR MY CHATEAU!