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Heading out the gates, he'd flash his badge at the guarding ANBU and just keep walking. While they may technically rule him in this village, he knew that by birthright they were nothing more then his foot servants. His disdain for the village, those that served it and everything it represented was truly deep. So much so that as he walked on towards his mission, a mission he may not return from, he didn't even look back. Looking back meant it mattered and to him, Kumogakure mattered not.

What did matter to him was the dirt beneath his leather boots. The very dust that permeated his royal clothing and clung to his regal flesh. It was on this very dusty path out of the village that his ancestors marched down from the mountains. In the way back time, thousands of years earlier, they were just crag people. Hunting like barbarians just as every other tribe before them did. This was until the great and wise Tywin Dragos united his own clan and lead them toward conquest.

Revolutionized by his genius, the Dragos clan would master things centuries before the other clans would even theorize such conceptions. It was this level of thinking, planning and organizing that allowed him to unite all of the crag people under his banner, the banner of the snake. Once united they were able to travel the unbeaten road down to the earth below them. There heavy hide boots flattening the surface into a path, the same path he now walked.

In his Family they tell tales of how if one presses their ear to this path, they can steal here the quaking boom of a thousand mountain warriors marching down the road. Dragos knew better than this though, such things were stories told to children. Tales and fables riddled with impossibilities. Created simply to build faith and love for their name. He wouldn't need to stop and press his ear to any road, he was no child.

Fucking Peasant

The only words that would leave the Noble Nin's mouth. Turning sharply on his heels, he'd walk outwards into the distance. She could dig herself out

/Cash out Exp and Exit

What a fool this man must've been to simply charge into battle like a barbarian. Did he not know that the Noble nin was playing a gentlemans game. Was he not aware that any small skirmish is akin to war, akin to a strategic planning of move after move. This blatant bull rush would ensure his demise, however, the Prince of Dragos did not let such slip ups go unpunished.

Arms shooting out as the man's massive strides took place. The ten meters in time with his own. What the Gargantuan nin would not expect however is the flurry of snakes that would blaze from his sleeves with twice the velocity of a Kunai, ten from each arm converging on his position. They would leave his sleeves just as the man's shurikens left his hand. Spreading out the moment they left his form. By the end of the very short moment it would take them to reach the colossal man, they would be spread 10 meters across with him in the center, 2 snakes within each meter.

While this occured, however, two small sacks would be quickly thrown from the outreached arms to his to his left and right. Leaving his hands the same moment the snakes left his sleeves. In but a flash the pouches would land exactly 8 meters away from him. One eight to the right and one eight to the left.

None of this looked well for the larger then average shinobi. In but a flash he would be faced with a wave of reptiles and clothen sacks lying but eight meters away. The hands were twenty meters from him but the noble nin himself was thirty. As for the shuriken he attempted to throw, the snakes would utterly obliterate them. Their intense velocity and hardness would be far more then a match for the flimsy weapons. In but a moment, the foolish man would be laying in the dirt, just like his pathetic weapons.

Indeed mountain trash, a battle is precisely what I seek. Would you be equipped to oblige me?

The regal nin would say with a bit of snide contemptuous. He knew from the words this ninja spoke that a find would be in the cards. It was in his best interests to push his buttons before it began as well. If he could manage to rattle the large shinobi, get under his skin, than the battle would just be that much easier. If not, well he couldn't imagine such a homely man giving him trouble anyways. The only thing that did worry him was the second ninja standing close to his side.

Just me and you colossal garbage pile, that is unless your girlfriend can't bear for you to leave her side for a moment. In that case I understand.

His incessant goading would do hopefully hurt their ego's enough to gain him a one on one fight. If not, he had ways of escaping with his life. While the Regal Nin wasn't sure if he'd be able to take the dynasty-less man by himself, he didn't want to risk it and end up dead. Viserys had a fair amount of confidence towards the large bear man, however, enough to meet him in open combat for sure.

Let us begin then shall we bulky ninja

You'd shout across the field, hand quickly moving to unseath your 7 foot golden spear. Gripped in your left hand. The forty meter distance was a bit longer then you hoped for but judging the obviously taijutsu focused mans physique, you were positive he'd bridge the gap himself.

Holy Shit, this scum came to play!

The man would say almost loud enough for the girl to hear. These words were a result of him seeing the girl quickly reach for her kunai. There was no way he was gonna sit there holding her arm while she prepared to put a hole in him. Despite his stretchiness, he certainly wasn't a pin cushion of any kind and getting stabbed with a knife would hurt just as much as anyone else.

As she moved her hand to grab the kunai he skillfully let go and released five snakes from his sleeve at the same time. The sealess technique was invaluable in situations like this, especially when one considers the tremendous speed in which they move. He pulled back a little bit, as the range he was currently at would have the metal piercing lizards shooting right through her body. Instead he shot them out with just enough speed to cover the 1/4th of an inch distance in unrecordable time and cause her serious agony.

Unlike last time he would leave the poison in the snakes this time. There was a chance the girl would realize it was being pumped into her, assuming it hit, but even if she did, the effects would still remain a mystery. The Regal Ninja enjoyed playing with his prey a little bit, especially when they were uncivilized curs like the petulant girl standing before him. Then again, regardless of how she acted, there was no way to reconcile the fact that she was not among his bloodline.

Maybe in another place, in another reality they could have been friends, but as it stood she was just another heap of trash that needed to be dealt with. The only difference between her and every other pile of garbage was that the kage had assigned Viserys to work with her. He didn't want to admit it, especially not yet, but she wasn't just any kind of garbage, she was now his garbage.

Definitely better than I thought

He would whisper to himself again as the girl somehow managed to narrowly avoid his reptilian attack. She didn't make it out completely unscathed, however, and would end up suffering several scratches down her arm. The pain was certainly there but she was pretty good at hiding it. What she wasn't so good at was shooting fireballs it seemed. Her latest attempt was just as pathetic as the one before, only managing to summon up a vague resemblance to something dangerous.

Quickly Viserys would bend his form out of the way. The fireball would be a brief distraction, causing him to lose her for just a moment. As he looked back she was surrounding in the purple poison smoke from before. This worked heavily in his favor though as he was planning on obscuring her vision with a smoke bomb just moments before. Now with cover readily generated he would slink quickly to the side.

This couldn't have come at a better moment as a kunai quickly shot out from cloud to his former position. By now he was 10 meters to the left and slinking his arm in a large arc to flank the girl. The only thing she would be able to see from her current position, pending x-ray eyes, was his feet. Too bad for her, his arm was in a different location entirely. In but a moment the taijutsu specific fighter would maneuver his stretch arm directly behind her. Shooting it in through the mist at an angle that would allow him to grab her ankle.

If the technique succeeded he would fiercely pull it back, possibly yanking her to the ground. This little girl was outmatched and whether or not she knew it, his harsh teaching style would pay off in t he long run. Besides it wasn't like he was trying to take her life. I mean it wasn't because he saw any value or potential in her, more like he didn't think her pathetic life was worth taking. Definitely not worth the dignity of being killed by a noble. That was an honor reserved for special garbage.

Heh, poison, that makes sense

The noble ninja would say snidely under his breath as he watched the ninja blow out more purplish particles. It didn't surprise him at all that such a lowly ninja by birthright would resort to such pathetic tactics. Poison gas expelled form the body was nothing in comparison to his naturally occurring liquid venom. That was certainly the more honorable of the two toxins. After all, he couldn't just spit his poison in his opponents face and run away like a coward.

That's what he believed he saw in this girl, cowardice, he would need to rid that from her if they were going to begin training together. Furthermore, he wasn't much one for statically training a technique. Believing instead that it was far better to learn a combat maneuver in a combat environment. He knew from first hand experience that an enemy didn't stand still while you feebly strung together hand signs like an arthritic cripple.

It was this manner of thinking that lead many young ninja to there death in countless wars. Just another large problem he had with the teaching systems imposed by the far outdated hidden ninja villages. Where he was from, all young children were taught to fight in strictly full contact exercises. There was no hiding behind a tree and slowly practicing your ninjutsu, either you did it with an enemy staring you down, sword in hand or you didn't and you fell. When you fell to those degree of attacks, it would be quite some time before you arose. Once you did, however, you would know in your heart what this life demanded of you.

He would have to bump things up a notch if this girl really wanted to learn and that's exactly what he planned on doing. Watching her a bit from a slight distance, he would grip his spear firmly in his hand. In but one motion, the royal nin would unseath it and launch his elastic arm forward, spear pointed directly at the young girl. There was far more than enough time for her to react to the attack, what with him being thirty meters away or so. If she fell to her death from this strike, well than that was entirely her fault. This world owed her no favors.