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"Ok..." there were a few staple things to the puppet that he needed to get correct. After he had done the top half of the puppet's grooves he had to begin working on the lower half, bent over on his knees was a pain in the ass. He was blocking his own light and so he was doing things slower than usual. He couldn't afford to make mistakes on this part or he wouldn't be having this puppet for another couple of months while he saved up the money. 

Just like before, sweat beads were accumulating across his forehead. He turned his head left, they would follow. They would drop, onto his fingers or he would wipe them off. Repeat.

It was pretty shitty work. Even installing everything wouldn't be that bad. He continued carving. His eyebrows furrowed as he was working. This was his day. Slowly, but surely everything came into fruition as he eventually emerged from the shell, normalizing his breathing as he placed the knife on the bench. It was done.

"Ah jeez...." he sighed it out. It was hard work, and he noticed that the floor outside of the belly of the puppet was strewn with discarded wood that he had thrown out. He began picking them up and placing them in the corner of the room. If he wanted to, he could carve smaller things from them at another time. He placed a hand to his rib, easing off some of the pain by gently pushing against the skin under his shirt. 

He looked outside, crossing his arms. People were outside, but the view was pretty abysmal. This room's view included a park, towards another mountainous range that contained various convenience stores and houses. Serene, but in a working way. He snapped himself out of it. Kaito had his small break and now it was time to continue putting his puppet together.

He began pulling the slats together - he would work his way in reverse and would start with the bottom half of the puppet first before working on the top. He began aligning the bottom of the  puppet's belly. It was then to work them in. Slowly, he started at the top of the slat and began pushing it into the grooves that he had created. When they fit in, he began working them in, pushing it in, then bringing his hands down further and pushing again. This was easy.

The harder part was the upper sides, he had to get into the throat of the puppet via the belly. He climbed in, far more uncomfortable with the addition of the slats that decreased the space. This part worked with the alignment of the mouth and jaw, and applying them had to be done from a certain angle.

A few moments later. "Oh.... fuck." one of the slats had gotten stuck. He cursed under his breath a couple of times as he stared at it from his position in the puppet. "It might break if I push it too hard... but if it fucks up then I'll have to cut around it to break it out and that'll stop the puppet from working..." he was in a dilemma as he explained the situation himself. He was weighing it out. After a few moments hesitation his hands grasped the wood. "I'm not going to wait another couple of months for a couple of slats. You're gonna go in..." he grumbled at himself. Pushing.

The next morning came about abruptly and even as Kaito woke with a sharp pain to his rib from moving too quickly, Kaito quickly went about his daily business, took a couple of pills towards dismissing the burning ache his side had which had become somewhat inflamed. It was no big problem.

With a gratifying sigh he entered the Puppet room that he had been building his new puppet. Three meters in length, one and a half meters in width. Enough for his compression unit. First things first, was to finish carving the teeth that he had left yesterday. He cracked his knuckles and picked up his tools. He had the rough outline of the monster's jaw but it seemed a little on the thick side; he didn't want somebody grabbing onto it. Not that he thought they could, but getting rid of any excess was perfect for him. The Antennae were already pushed in, he just needed to align them properly as over the course of the night they had drooped a little bit where he hadn't stuck them in properly. He rectified that immediate mistake and didn't take more than three minutes for each one. They remained upright and outwards. Perfect.

He began carving away at the teeth- ensuring the joints were perfect. He had to punch through the other side of the wood, though. It was thick, tough wood and had required some handiwork. The joints that he had made out of the top and bottom piece fit together well- but could probably use a bunch of oil. He began working at it, punching a smaller knife/chisel combo through the teeth, he had to do so around fourty times (for each section of the teeth) When that was done, he began the long process of carving out the teeth. Hand made.

This was time consuming, because by the time he had finished the sun was risen to nearly noon. It wasn't that they were hard persay but they needed to be sharp, and fit together perfectly- no gaps for a kunai to squeeze through and jam the mouth. He grinned. He could test out the first part, and gently stepped back, wiped the dust off him and his right hand flexed - small strings came forth from his black and brown fingertips, cast aside with dust and dirt.

It sprung into life. The puppet's mouth with a large creak began opening up- but only to a certain distance- it was enough for a human to get in, but to get caught wouldn't be hard. Like he suspected, it needed oil to functionally work. With the mouth still duly open, he went to his bench, reached around the back and grabbed a dark blue bottle with a small squirting like appliance on the end, and returned to begin working the oil into the joints of the wood. His left hand, however, connected with the puppet- the mouth began pulsing a few centimeters each way as the oil began to work it's way into the joint. He took his hand out, backed off to the back of the room and had a lone piece of wood - took it, and placed it inside the mouth of the puppet. It's mouth slammed shut dangerously. He grinned.

He cut through the wood a second time, this time was significantly easier - he had marked the entirety of the wood, and so this time starting to saw through the wood for its initial shape that could be roughed down later much like his first half. They would need to fit together perfectly, he had been taught the joints and tricks in order to fully create a puppet but had never put it into practice properly. Learning and applying were two different things. He yawned and looked out of the room's window, it was beginning to get late out. The sun was starting to go down. He couldn't stop yet, not now.

Now that the bottom piece had been cut out properly, Kaito was just doing an additional two pieces in the same piece of wood with the spare parts (in order to save on the wood that he had previously lost) and he began sculpting these two bone like antennae. Kaito's inspiration was that if this was an actual creature, the skull would be the most marvelous piece of all. This was the focal point, and something that he wanted to get right and on the first time.

As he sculpted them he felt the time passing a slower. It was exhausting work, wanting such a specific and delicate piece of art. Even then, this was a part of the puppet that wasn't even going to be all that useful in combat! It was... for fluff. Inspiring fear in the opponent or something like that. There were a few other things that he would need to add, which was the actual entrance to the puppet's mouth.

The first two pieces had been done, all Kaito needed to do with smooth them down into a proper shape. This was done with sandpaper, and a carving knife - a sculptors knife, specifically, but there were simple details that he was going to engrave into the skin. First was giving depth to the eyes and face, and it went all the way around the face like a smile gone too far. He would later paint that part a pale grey inspired by the color of a bone. Then he would cut out two small holes in the top side of the wood and smooth the inside of them to create nostrils. He was working on the two pieces of wood at the same time in order to allow a sort of conglomerate unification of pieces.

All was won! Joyful. Thankfully, the woman had called off the man and was grinning as the staves seemed to retract from his hands and knees. She was thankful that he had not decided to take her legs away and she came up onto her knees. It was an enjoyable fight for how quick it had ended. Now they were going to knock him out, string him up, have a beer, fuck and continue their riot of a night! 

"You fought we-" the woman began speaking, but stopped abruptly as the bullet shot through her head ; right through the eye and that was pretty much it for her. Dead, her still warm carcass dropped loosely on top of Daichi, where blood would begin spilling out.

Even for the man, who had time to react, his arm came up- in protest of what was about to happen, too, dropped to his knees as the bullet caned through his body. Dead. His body dropped beside Daichi, everything was pretty much over for him now. It was quiet, and for those who were watching, would peek out from their shop windows. 

It was over.

Status: GOOD!!

The woman saw from her position the growing bones. A bone growing clan?!?! Whatever it was, it seemed to excite her. From the few moments that it would take for him to speak and begin his own attack, she was already preparing her own. The grip over his other leg had loosened slightly, and as he began to jump, she moved forward, before, there was space between the end of the leg and her groin- and now there was none.

The loose grip gave her ample time to begin sliding her own arms down his leg - to allow her to step in and get closer, with his straight leg protruding a bone that would've long since pierced the woman in her previous position - she ducked herself into his space. So when that leg would come in and pierce her - she worked her way into the crease of his leg that even the bone wouldn't hurt her.

In addition to this, her head ducked down and closer to his own face - so that with the arm that was coming in would simply bump against her back - there was far too much bone for him to be able maneuver any other way. From her position, she grinned at him, if he would be able to see it.

Her own attack, was releasing her left arm from the lock on his right leg - and the left arm instead began working it's way around his waist - a perfect position for a body-slam. And that's what she would try to do- it was like catching a wriggling eel. If allowed to in any form, she would pounce forward with this massive body-weight in her hands- and slam down on top of him.

The other man, was walking around - his hands had clasped on the Nodachi together, the blade was pointing downwards - he was going to try and thrust into the Genin if he was on the floor, but as of right now he couldn't get any closer without the possibility of harming his apparent girlfriend. "GET THAT SONOVA BITCH!" but if somehow, that wasn't possible, he was going to join the fray as well. Just like a wolf waiting for the alpha to give the command, he was waiting... and that signal was coming soon. 

Proceed.

Status: BAD!!

The man seemed flabbergasted that he was answered back and seemed to have a seething rage. "Yeah, we'll see kid." he spat out. Ignorance.

"Hehe~" the woman was strong, but not all that fast. With the man unsheathing his Nodachi it would only be a few moments until he was going to join in the fray. The woman's punch connected, with a far harder punch than it would seem. Luckily, she was using it at her full range and the punch was simply a quick jab to see how the person would react. If the Genin would hear her thoughts, he would hear her displeasure in bringing her hand back. It was hard, but not anything that she wasn't already used to. She sidestepped the knee - hoping to be out of it's way, but as it opened up her eyes in turn, opened up. A feint that he had prepared for. The only thing that she could do was take it. "Mmph." was the grunt that came out in anticipation of the kick.

Though, sometimes things weren't fair. The axe kick wasn't a bad strike- it connected underneath her shoulder joint - right in the armpit- the arm that had landed the punch (her right) would quickly come over and underneath the leg so it could interlock with her opposite hand. If this grab proved successful, the man would be hopping on one leg, and she would use that sidestep movement to use her own left leg, twist her torso and sweep the remaining leg from underneath the Genin, where she would have a lock on his leg.

The groin stomp was coming next, if he did not act in accordance. If he however, somehow managed to not get caught, it was a prime opportunity to act out on the primal desires of violence, where she would guard herself and make her own way into his space; in what could've been a crucially bad move. Where she could work within that tiny space, how even would he punch her?

On the opposite hand, the man behind the woman would laugh. Things were heating up. "I don't wanna cut you kid, but you leave me no choice." the Nodachi, drawn, he began moving around the left side of them both - so he could get an angle on the cut he would be making. 

Proceed. 

Status: BAD!!

See, they had a problem. See, their destination was in their immediate horizon. This was no destination that would take two seconds to cross and so by the time they would've gotten to their destination. The other two were already in the cave. "You have the map, yes?" a younger one piped up. "Of course, brother. Let us take a break. Cast the genjutsu, and we'll be scot free." he smiled at his brother. He nodded, and so they were taking a break.

As the two Shinobi would be making their way to the cave the older of the two would be alert. "I hear something." he whispered to his brother, who in turn froze up, eyes like deer in a headlight. As a pouch made it's way into the cave, his brother without saying a word turned, pulled his brother and threw himself over the top of him, keeping all attempts to stay as mute as possible.

First of all Plague would notice the absurd breach of protocol that Nagato had took that his first and initial action had been to throw a Exploding Pouch when he had absolutely no information on the targets. What if it was a civilian? What if it was somebody in need? Fortunately, the people they had seen were not civilians.

When they looked into the cave, they would see nothing. Absolutely. Nothing. It seemed to be a very shallow cave, no more than five meters in length. It looked like the cave had not been touched by anything. The two shinobi may not have noticed, but it seemed the walls were intact from the Explosive Pouch and no damage had been done to the surroundings. Intriguing. 

If Plague would ascertain to his partner that two people had in fact gone into this particular cave, they might be able to figure out there was a Genjutsu in play. This cave was not as shallow as it seemed. But the longer they stayed mobile, the more danger they were going to be in. What was their reaction going to be to Plague's wrongdoing?

Proceed.

Status: BAD!!