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Taking over by request

Sand crackled against the café. Winds roared furiously, carrying the tiny grains through the skies. The weather shifted quickly. Not long ago an intense heat spread the deserts of Kaze no Kuni. The sun blared in her grandiose majesty, but that was no more as the conditions shifted. Skies reddened as the winds carried the sand. Men and women in the streets scurried rapidly for shelter. The weather shifted almost too quickly, the more superstitious even considering it an open.

”It is custom.” the woman uttered, tone low and gaze averting. Kaede scowled as her brow furrowed, breath growing heavy. A vein bulged on her left temple, the anger quick to see. Kaede lifted her right hand, beckoning forth a man from the corner, ”Zetsai” she roared, snapping the fingers. Upon hearing the name, the café fell silent. Men drank no more. Men spoke no more. The thug’s hulking figure stepped forward, weaving through the tables. Folks shifted their chairs, heads held low as Zetsai walked past, the fear evident in their eyes. Kaede showed no fear. Nonchalantly she stared at the approaching thug, not anger besetting her features anymore, but relief.

At six feet and five inches, Zetsai was quite large, with a muscular figure to match. His thick, toned arms bulged, visible even through the auburn tunic. Shoulder length brown hairs reached past his ears, their edges roughly trimmed by an amateur hand. A pair of deep-set brown eyes sat in his face, the left covered by an eye patch. Tears covered his leather trousers. Secured tightly with a hilt, a sheathed blade hung from his belt. An unruly beard covered the lower half of Zetsai’s face. ”Do we have a problem here?” the curmudgeon inquired with a deep, guttural growl. Kaede stepped away from Hyoka to stand beside Zetsai, her figure partially shielded by the thug’s massive figure.

”He threatened to kill me.” she said, brow furrowing again. Her moods shifted quite quickly. Kaede scowled, lips curled, anger spreading her features again. The woman continued,”He said he will kill me if I do not lead him to Sunagakure.”

He nodded and took a step towards Hyoka, towering over him by several inches. Zetsai gritted his yellow teeth, many of them deformed. ”You best get out of here. We do not take kindly to threats in here. The women work, we protect them. You handle things with money, not damned threats.” Zetsai grumbled with occasional pauses in-between words. His right hand dropped down to the hilt, knuckles whitening as he clenched it tightly. ”While you make your choice, don’t think you can do much with that damned blade of yours. Go away or pay.” Zetsai gave the choices and said no more, stepping before Kaede to cover her figure entirely.

A hooded man sat near the unfolding scene, face concealed in the dark of a cowl. Silently he watched, a white gleam visible as he smirked. The unfolding scene quite obviously amused him. Leaning back in the chair with the left arm over the back, the mysterious figure seemed quite at ease, not showing even the slightest hint of fear.

Night had set in, the moon standing high as the shadows crept, a sinister darkness spreading the lands, but a precursor for the terror that was to be unleashed. The Vigilant God showed no mercy on these thugs, nor must his most devour warrior, Touketsu Kougi, the iron hided warrior. The man’s breaths were heavy as he awaited silently, tools prepared for the operation that was soon to begin. Ryusuke had seen to other matters in the camp; Touketsu acted alone for the true strike, the disintegration of the culprits. Strapping the sheathe to the left hip, the Airontoku stepped forth from the door, exiting the cell to begin what may perhaps be the last mission.

Carefully he opened the door, hands pushing forth deliberately as to avoid any unnecessary noice. Gleaming left and right the man’s crimson eyes shone, drawing in the features of the derelict hall, his own breaths the only sound. Touketsu’s objective was to see towards the headquarters, locating at the zenith of the tower, three more floors upwards. Many of the curmudgeons had gone to sleep now, and the opportunity to strike rose. With his cloak wrapped tightly around the body, the Airontoku strode away from the elevator. Taking the mechanism upwards would prove to be a rather foolish path of action as loudly it rings, and the men will be alerted. Ten meters away from the elevator Touketsu stood before a wall, hands beginning their movement to perform a series of seals.

Through the body chakra poured, undergoing a natural transformation vital to proceed, the morphing to doton. He had not employed that nature often, yet it was within his blood, as the control of lava relied on the earth, and here that ability proved useful, for as he completed the seals he merged with the wall, body shifting to become one. ¹ Upwards he travelled for several seconds, the distance crossed rather quickly as the height between the floors was not too great. Further, Touketsu had chosen to move upwards from the far end of the hall as the building was designed in a manner where no windows or other exits await on the ends, lessening the reason for the guards to patrol. Finally he emerged on the topmost floor, eyes meeting a light glimmer in the distance, produced by torches.

Two guards stood before a room at the opposite end, fifteen meters away. Their eyes stared ahead warily, but the shadows concealed Touketsu, his clothing choice dark specifically to allow for the concealment. In the dark his hands wove a series of seals, the manipulation of chakra slightly different here as it combined the aspects of katon and doton to create the lava that he spat forth onto the grounds, behind, the volatile liquid morphing in shape to form a simulacrum. The noise startled the guards. One awaited by the door as the other approached, not yet aware of Touketsu lurking in the dark.

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1; Underground Fish Projection

Starting Distance: 30 Meters

The sun gleamed, her sweet beam lightly casting upon the forested lands. Trees stood far and wide, trunks of varying lengths. Rocks spanned the grounds in-between.

Touketsu stood amongst these trees, crimson eyes gleaming under the ANBU mask. Armor of the special unit covered his figure, wrapped around tightly, a preliminary defensive measure, and a necessary one as the Airontoku could not always rely on his skin. From his left hip hung and ebony hilted blade, sheathed securely but within hand’s reach. Opposite on the right hung a pouch containing a variety of tools, from tagged kunai to grenades.

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All items on character except training weights.