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.
With the assailant injured thanks to the work of Jack and Aneun, it was easy enough for Akuseru to close the distance between himself and the attacker. His hand wrapped around the assassin's neck, lifting the man off his feet and thrusting him into a wall. Though the attacker may have not intended on giving the shinobi any information, his attitude toward the matter would quickly change upon feeling Akuseru's chakra scalpel cut away at his insides.
"Tell us what you know! Where is the next attack? Who is in charge? Why are you doing this?!" He fired question after question, never actually giving the wounded assassin a chance to respond.
"Ehehehe! You're too late! Mr. Bakulev has already set things into motion—soon your Daiymo's precious wife will be dead!"
"More!" Akuseru was beginning to grow impatient. Bombs would continue to go off as they wasted time with this goon. His scalpel inched closer to the jugular. They got a name, but it wasn't nearly enough. Fear didn't seem to get to this attacker though—it seemed he realized his fate was sealed regardless of who pulled the trigger. He had no problem talking.
"Mr. Bakulev uses his unique ability to create bombs so tiny that they can enter a person's blood stream. Now guess what happens when you modify someone's Accelerated Innate Microbiology research, meant to cure the sick, but instead turn them into bombs that happen to extra receptive to genjutsu. You get your own suicide bomb squad! Without the hassle of years of brainwashing relig—"
A jet stream of blood shot out of the man's throat onto Akuseru's face. He had more information to offer, but the genin lost his temper and slit his throat wide open. Wide eyes and and gritted teeth was enough to tell that the young shinobi wasn't happy. They were using sick patients as weapons?! He wanted to make sure that the man who orchestrated this attack would pay dearly.
"Fuck!" He let go of the lifeless body, letting it slump to the floor. The widow was in a corner, covering her child's eyes and sobbing. Akuseru paid her no attention—she didn't matter anymore. With the assassination attempt thwarted, they could allow the proper authorities to handle it from here.
"We need to head back." Akuseru used his sleeve to wipe away most of the blood that had covered his face. Mr. Bakulev would experience a terror that could only be compared to watching Asato deal with traitors.
Testing the blood was a great idea, but like Jack said there was none to be tested. The blood stained carpet would hardly provide enough to fill a vial if extracted. Akuseru's fists clenched when he realized they were about to hit another wall. Someone, apparently an innocent man, had walked into this diner and exploded. They left no trace behind—it was infuriating. Their motive? Since they didn't kill anyone, they were clearly just sending a message. A message aimed at telling Akuseru how futile it was to look for them.
"Let's do it. Hopefully they'll have something useful for us. . ." Akuseru said as he brought his hands together in order to form a unique seal. Two plumes of smoke appeared at his sides, revealing perfect copies of himself upon clearing. "Security detail or not, we shouldn't leave the Daiymo's wife alone." They may have been clones, but they would have to suffice. They would double as a way of bringing back information to Akuseru as well, should an emergency occur. The two clones took off towards the hotel, leaving the crowd of people even more stunned at the sight of ninjutsu. With that taken care of, Akuseru let Jack lead the way to the victim's place of residence.
Back at the hotel, Akuseru's two clones had immediately went to little girl who appeared to be in charge. Though not spoken, they had received clear instructions prior to their creation on what to do. It was simple—the terrorists wanted the Daiymo's politics to be shut down, so why not give that to them?
"No way." The girl had given her answer. She didn't even consult the Daiymo's wife. "Why?! Don't you realize that people are already dying!" "We can't give in to the demands of those savages—if we give in to every demand a terrorist makes then the Daiymo might as well surrender their power. If we don't deal with it, then many more will die. If you want to avoid casualties, then find those fucking terrorists!"
The girl had been equally frustrated. The kage-bunshin could tell that she sympathized with him and what she said was the truth. For now, there was nothing else to do but stay on guard. One of the two clones returned to the conference room, staring at the tape recorder. Wanting to hear the riddle once more, the bunshin pressed the play button. What he heard wasn't the message replaying, but instead a second part.
There was nothing to discuss. When the bomb went off, Akuseru had already began moving towards the aftermath. Considering his duties, taking off like that was unprofessional, but those in charge of his contract did technically tell them to go conduct their own investigation. Not that Akuseru ever felt the need to rationalize or justify his impulsive actions.
The scene, a diner, wasn't a pretty sight to say the least. The diner had been covered in scattered flash, with blood staining the charred floors. Akuseru's hand moved to cover his nose in response to the repulsive smell. Despite the unpleasant scenery, it was quite clear that this mess had been created by a single body. No casualties? Akuseru thought the crowd outside had simply consisted of concerned citizens.
"What happened here?" Akuseru spoke to the group of people hovering outside, still in shock of what had happened. One man was simply staring into the diner, as if his brush with death hadn't sunk in yet. The Genin grabbed him by the collar and asked again. "Tell me what happened! Whoever did this couldn't have gone far!" They were long gone by now, as Aneun had mentioned.
"T-the man walked in holding a trigger of some kind. He warned us, saying it was a test run and to clear out. I'm just thankful he let us all go before setting the bomb off. . ." "I knew him! He was a wealthy, successful man with a family. Why the hell would he walk into a diner and blow himself up?!" "Who knows? His blank expression and monotone voice was creepy--the guy was probably on drugs!"
At this point, multiple people began pitching in their two cents. For the most part, it was all useless drivel. It was a strange situation for sure. Test run or not, Akuseru needed to learn their motives if they wanted to actually find these bastards. His teammates might have had insight to provide, so he waited to hear them out before making any decisions of his own.
"What do you guys think?" Both the bomb and the bomber were mysteries in their own right.
"Sounds like I struck a nerve. You would think a freak such as yourself would have thicker skin." She said as her eyes moved between Jack's two hands. Not waiting to hear his retort, she turned on her heel and entered a room with all but two from her team followed. They entered a conference room with a oval table and enough chairs for them all to sit down. In the center was a device that could play back recordings.
"We received this a few hours before we reached out to Konoha—we're not exactly sure what to make of it. We only know that it came from the same group that had been previously making threats against the people of Ogaki." Of course, the threats only mattered now that the Daiymo's wife was involved. Prior to that, the Daiymo hadn't bothered to send a single soldier to investigate. That was the reality of this world though—the concerns and problems of the bottom only mattered when it began to affect those at the top.
Akuseru frowned as this truth began to sink in. He hated it. If possible, he wanted to help everyone. Whether they be a king or a beggar. No matter how many times he had been lectured on the subject of sacrificing the one for a thousand his stomach would churn at the thought. Naive? Definitely, even he was self aware enough to realize that. Yet he rejected that truth. So long as he continued to grow in power then he would come closer to reshaping these realities he disagreed with. A single click was all it took to break Akuseru's train of thoughts, as the recording began to play.
"Of the king I am blue and of the peasant I am red. Of the frog I am cold and of the dog I am hot. Continuing your crusade of lies will force me to surge through Ogaki city."
"Not a lot to go off of. We know they want us to cancel this campaign—but if we took every threat against the Daiymo's family, especially from a unknown group that hasn't committed any terrorist acts before, then they would never be able to leave their homes" The little girl went on. "We can't exactly leave our Lady alone, so that is where you come in. We need you to find these angst filled kids and teach them a lesson about making empty threats."
Despite her small frame, the girl carried herself like a general. An air of experience surrounded her—she had clearly dealt with situations like these before. Akuseru found himself saluting the entire time, slowly lowering his arm when he realized how silly he appeared. The squad would begin to take their leave after Jack and Aneun voiced any questions or concerns, finding themselves outside once again with no leads.
"Maybe try that radio again?" If they were really terrorists, they should be somewhere close enough to pick up on Aneun's scanner.