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The barman a portly fellow who looked to be in his mid forties looked at Kuru as if she was mad, his jowls wobbled as he scratched at his unshaven chin, Kuru noticed his fingers were stained a pale yellow, a heavy smoker this one. She would be surprised if he made it past his fifties, of course if he did not direct her to Jugguro then he would live much shorter than that anyway. Staring at him with a gaze of growing impatience Kuru brought forth with her stare a sinister feeling of malice and after a few moments of this the barkeep had had his fill and grumbling looked away before pointing to a door on the far left hand side of the room.

"Knock three times if yer gonna enter missy"

Fighting the urge not to leap over the counter and cut the fat barkeep up into little pieces Kuru gave the man a chilling glare before turning and heading over to the door, once again she was careful of the wandering serving girl and the drunken patrons. Reaching the door she saw there was a sign upon it simply saying private. Raising an eyebrow she knocked thrice before swiftly opening it and stepping inside. Her entrance was met by the sound of chairs being pushed back as thuggish looking men stood up drawing weapons and glaring at her intently.

"Oh so this is where the party is at eh?"

Moving further into the room one man, gaunt looking with cold eyes raised his hand a signal to his men to settle down. Kuru smiled innocently at him before turning her gaze to the others and finally to look upon the room itself. The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the establishment, here it was cleaner, the furniture was of the grade one would find in a lesser nobles house. Most of the men here were dressed in rough clothing, a few wore finer garments, the higher ups no doubt. There was a table of ten chairs, four along each side and one at either end, only nine people were seated and so Kuru moved along to the spare chair and hopping into sat with her hands behind her head and her legs resting upon the table.

"Kid, who are you? this is a place of business not a playground."

Kuru let silence fall from her moment, just to create some tension, she enjoyed theatrics greatly and the looks of confusion upon many of the faces before her were greatly amusing. Finally with a sigh and a feigned look of irritation she removed her legs from the table and sat formally hands together in front of her. she donned a very serious manner and spoke in a methodical and cold voice.

"I am Kurutteru Akegarasu, former Kusagakure shinobi, i'm here to take that job you need doing, that is if you want the Red Vipers eliminated?"

Kuru had known that Blast City would be interesting but she had not expected to find such entertaining characters as the loud mouthed woman who came bellowing over and splattering those around her with food, and the naive guy who so obviously didn't have a clue about what she wanted. The types of people she met at notorious clubs and drug dens never talked in such a manner, so Kuru pondered on what his game was, he was asking already for money. The young Kunoichi paid little heed to the woman, her actions did cause amusement. Turning her head toward the woman first of Kuru pouted at her.

"I'm a lesbian...."

Then raising her fingers to her mouth in the form a a V shape she stuck her tongue in between them and moved it as seductively as possible mimicking the art of eating out a girl. She did this for a moment and gave the woman a wink, she was a little old for Kuru's tastes really. Her attention returning to the hapless guy Kuru hummed and put on a fake look of deep contemplation. She was in two minds about what to do, punish the liar or keep the act going for amusements sake.

It didn't take long for her to decide, her hand would flick upward with swift speed, her hidden wrist blade would flick out in the blink of an eye it's tip aiming to be pressed against the guys throat, with the swiftness of the action and the fact he obviously did not regard her a threat and hence was not prepared it was doubtful he would escape her reach, any slight movement on his part and Kuru would simply jab her arm forward, the slightest jab would have the tip of the blade open the mans throat spilling his life's blood over the ground.

"Can you afford the entry fee to hell? No? well my fee is cheaper, give me 1k Ryo or your dead"

If the man was indeed caught by her movements he would have to pay up or die, any actions by anybody else including the loud mouthed woman and the same fate would still occur. Kuru was almost tempted to kill him here and now but the day was still young for bloodshed, plenty of time for that. Smiling wickedly she remembered something, a line an old friend of hers used to use whenever he killed someone.

'Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids'

It didn't take long for Kuru to catch someones eyes, it was an older guy just standing and staring at her. His staring was vividly clear against the sea of moving bodies which moved around him, it was as if he was puzzling over her. Smirking at him Kuru gave a wink to the guy before moving on over to him, she moved lithely through the crowd, stopping a few feet away and asked him in her most innocent of voices.

"I don't suppose you know where i can find a party at?"

Rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet like an energetic shcool girl Kuru's gaze shifted over to the form of another standing in the crowd around, a woman holding a large amount of food. Kuru gave her a sly wink before her expectant gaze turned back to the guy. He wasn't her type but perhaps he would be a good laugh and keep her amused. If not Kuru could get very upset, and that would be a terrible thing. At this thought she gained a rather mischievous expression.

The figure Kuru spotted seemed to have similar thoughts, it belonged to a male, taller and older than she, he ran toward her with a sword in hand. As he began to run Kuru's hands flew together swiftly forming a set of kata. Utilizing the signature jutus of her clan Kuru smirked deviously as a murder of Crows came forth their dark forms flew directly toward her opponent swiftly enveloping him within the murder. His sight would be greatly impaired as the Crows swarmed about him.

Rushing swiftly forward as soon as her jutsu was complete and drawing forth her Kris dagger, Kuru came to a steady halt ten meters from her opponent. Attaching an explosive tag to the blade she watched and waited her senses keen, it was the guy's turn now, she was interested to see what moved he would make. The field was filled with the caw of her Crows their dark forms mostly hiding her opponent from sight.

" Come on bitch! "

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Sanzengarasu no Jutsu (Scattering One Thousand Crows Technique)
Rank: C x2
Type: Supplementary / Secret Technique
Range: See special!
Chakra: Mid
Special: Crows can exist as far as the eye can see, or until the user leaves the thread, and take no additional chakra for upkeep. Up to 10 are summonsed the first time, with 10 more each time this jutsu is re-learned. Crows move almost as fast as kunai, and maintain a mental chakra connection to the user for the sake of communication.
Description: The base behind the Akegarasu is their control and use of crows in battle, displayed well with this technique. After forming a few simple seals, the crow king will call upon a murder of crows to fly around and envelop the target, causing confusion with their dark forms and quick movement. From here, either a comrade or the user can move within the flock wearing dark clothes and wielding a dark weapon almost undetected. With the target distracted by the crows, the ninja can strike more efficiently. Finally, the mass of crows can obscure any retreating ninja, as the crows are massive in numbers and composed of the user's chakra. When no longer needed, the murder of crows will simply puff away in smoke.
Domain: Akegarasu.

After her little rampage in the small town of Ubana Kuru had swiftly taken back to the main road, with some enthusiasm she had downed the entire bottle of whiskey she had stole within the hour. Having tossed the large brown bottle to the floor smashing it carelessly with a burp she had drunkenly made her way to the next village. The extremely small settlement consisting of around thirty families had fallen prey to the psychotic machinations of the the killer kunoichi, being unarmed, unprepared and unskilled they had fallen to her quickly. After her fun Kuru had promptly fallen asleep, she dreamed of dancing in blood, twirling in a dress of silk whilst sucking down on strawberry lollipops.

She awoke close to midday, she was in her underwear her skin flecked with dried blood, her trusty Kris dagger was next to her, it was buried to the hilt in the back of what was a very cute young girl. Yawning lazily and grabbing the blade she pulled it free with a strong tug. Standing up she wiped the blade on the nearby bed sheet which was also blood covered. She didn't have to look far to find her clothes in true style she had neatly folded them in the corner of the room, this corner was untouched by any blood, she was always very careful of her clothes blood was such a pain to remove.

After a quick was and dressing Kuru left the house, stepping out into the bright light she lifted her hand up to her gaze to hide the sun. Her eyes adjusting to the light she headed off back to the main road. As she walked she passed burned houses and bloody corpses, truly it had been a good night, it was a shame she remembered so little. Walking on within the hour she came to a sign pointing onward upon it were the words Blast City, 15Km. Smiling widely she skipped on wards black cloak twirling as she moved. The road was surprisingly empty she passed only a few peddlers and travelers, all of which she gave a smile to and who returned it in kind. None knew what lay behind the facade of the sweet little girl.

Another hour or so and she was there, the traffic had increased significantly where other roads had joined together and still more veered off from other points around the city. The city itself was constructed in the true style of tsuchi, large concrete structures dominated the area, but where most places were bland in color Blast city was not, there were colorful buildings everywhere with painted roofs and signs. Straight away Kuru felt the vibe of the city, it energized her, there was so much life, so much going on. When she left, it would much quieter if only for a short time.

Standing a little way within the city gates she looked around inquisitively pondering on where to go first, she decided on purchasing some drugs, Acid or Speed were her high priorities, they would give her that extra buzz. She would also need company, she couldn't party properly on her own, not in the big city. Leaning against the side of a building near the gates she waited, with her clock off she leaned in a somewhat flirtatious and open manner, her slim figure being hugged in the right places by her outfit. Her mini skirt and black leggings were bound to attract male attention.

' Come on, I need to party!

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By now it had begun to sink into the thick skulls of the men left that Kuru was perhaps more than a young girl and that opposing her might conflict with well.....living and so they began to dart for the door. Kuru was not yet about to let them off so easily, bringing her hands together she performed a flurry of seals and shouted obscenities after the fleeing patrons. This was everything she had desires, dear Jashin she hadmissed the sight, smell and taste of blood.

"Oi fuckers, take this you cock sucking bitches"

As she finished shouting she released a jet of fire from her mouth which grew, it's scorching heat made it's way swiftly into the backs of the patrons who were now cramming into the exit, it struck home and exploded covering the drunken bastards in fire, the sound of screaming now was so loud Kuru was sure it could be heard all over town. The smell of burning flesh wafted into the air, she retrieved her Kris from the first corpse she made. Laughing aloud and wiping a tear of joy from her eye Kuru turned back to the bar. The barkeep was huddled behind it sniveling and crying like some infant, Kuru felt disgust sit in the bottom of her stomach, she wanted to spew.

"I'll take this drink to go fatty, what was that? no charge you say, well aren't you the nicest fucker around, cheers"

Diving over the counter and grabbing a bottle of whiskey Kuru popped the cork and took a swig before climbing back over and exiting via the rear entrance. Before leaving she left a single explosive tag in the store room where the majority of the liquor was held, it was on a slow burn of thirty seconds. Moving down the alley behind the bar drink in hand and silently counting down Kuru could hear the loud exclamations of a crowd who had no doubt began to form at the front of the bar, turning the corner and now safely out of range.

"Boom"

A large explosion went off behind her, she heard screams and cries of agony mixed in with those of pure fear and she felt content. With a drink in hand and fresh blood on her hands she was happy to move on safe in the knowledge any survivors would spread her legend.

//Exit