Naruto Rebirth: Kakureyami (Complete)

Nana, The Wanderer

Nana looked down, while the new shinobi scolded Roku. Well...she was right...but still...Nana hated the tension in the air. It seemed as if she were about to suffocate, until her sparring partner thankfully, interjected.


"Y-yes. The ramen shop."


Uneasily a smile spread across her face, when head turned to the new girl. "And...I'm Nana. Nice to meet you. It's a pretty cool ramen shop..I think you'll like it too..."


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FIN~




Kenji

Cute? Un-cute?


Kenji growled inside. He wasn't a kid anymore! The ninja was a man for goodness sake! Cute? Was she kidding?


She would say, that's right Kenji. All we're good for is for looking pretty! The man snickered in his head, trying his hardest not to cackle aloud...because if he did...he'd be dead.


"It's not like I plan on staying at this camp for much longer anyway so you can go on and do whatever you want after I leave. You think I like living in a hut? The accommodations here are terrible. I'm sooo glad I stopped being a shinobi."


"You think I like living in a hut?" He mimicked in his head. No. No Sumire, your majesty. You and huts don't go together! You would die in a hut like this! All this low-class living is bad for your health! You need your daily helping of wine and fine cheese...or else...or else....you might die from the strain of living like a normal person!


Kenji's body started started to convulse as his internal laughter rose in intensity.


Though at her decision to let her apprentice stay in camp, he stopped. Was she actually being...reasonable? Thinking about somebody else? Maybe I was wrong...





There she went on again about him "losing." Kenji sniffed at the statement. He doesn't lose. Get caught off guard? Yes. Lose? No. The I.D. could have been real! Who knew?! Making sure an enemy is an enemy before engaging, is crucial Sumire. He didn't expect her to get that though. She was always hot-headed and had a short leash. It was one of the things he admired--


Admired?





Kenji shook his head. He'd have to slap himself for that one later. Was he actually about to say he admired something about Sumire?


As his guest got to the end of her request, the Jonin thought for a bit, picking his words carefully. Whether her little apprentice would stay hinged on what he was about to say right now. He had to put it right.


"Sumire. You talk too much."


He turned his head to the side so his features were facing away from her gaze. A rare grin danced on his lips. Yup. Sumire hadn't changed a bit.


"Yeah, yeah, mother hen. I'll keep him safe. I swear on my honor as a sage. Don't know if he'll be cute when he comes home. I'll have to do something about the girlish look of his." Roaring laughter ensued as he finished with a satisfying sigh.


"It was nice seeing you, Sumire."


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"Tsukiko." she spoke blandly, nodding at the two in a semi-polite greeting. She'd already been blunt, which often came out rude, so maybe best to try and salvage some of their meeting. "Ramen, eh...?" she muttered, starting to follow Nana. Feeling nothing coming from Saiken, Tsukiko shrugged inwardly. "You have some nice moves," she told the other girl honestly. "From what I've seen at least."


@GasMaskie @White Masquerade
 
Sumire’s Departure

Sumire watched Kenji laugh, rolling her eyes at his ego.


There were just some things that can’t be helped no matter how many years pass.


A smiled bloomed across the Wolf Sage’s face. She had gotten Kenji-kun’s word and that was enough for her. Unlike that FLEA, Sumire knew Kenji was a man of honor. She could finally leave the camp knowing that Chiaki would be safe.


“Well, so long as he’s still recognizable, I guess can’t complain,” Sumire sighed. “The living are so much more beautiful than the dead.”


Sumire blew Kenji a kiss. “It was nice seeing you as well, Kenji-kun~ Take care~ If you ever get tired of this dreadful shinobi life, come visit Eien no Yoru Palace. My girls will show you a GREAT time~”


Winking at Kenji, she turned around and exited the Medical Hut, not bothering to wait for the Shark Sage’s response. Making her way to the camp’s entrance, Sumire peered up at the blazing sun. It sucked letting adorable little children go, but Sumire knew it was all for the best. Chiaki would grow up to be a man someday whether she wanted him to or not. Hopefully he wouldn’t end up like Kenji-kun…or even worse, that Kakureyami Bomber, but Sumire knew such things were out of her hands. Sumire couldn’t watch over him forever and she couldn’t always be there to correct him from going wrong.


Fortunately, Chiaki-kun seemed to have friends who were willing to help with that.


Sumire smiled as she thought of Han-chan. The girl reminded her Lily-chan in many ways. Sumire chuckled. She had better get back to Eien no Yoru Palace soon. Otherwise, she feared Lily-chan might scare all of their best customers away.


Humming to herself a cheerful tune, Sumire opened her paper umbrella and walked out of the refugee camp. She had never been one for depressing farewells and seeing Chiaki’s face MIGHT make her reconsider her decision. After all, losing “Little Butterfly” would put a heavy dent in Eien no Yoru’s popularity. Sumire didn’t much like the thought of losing money…or customers. Even if Chiaki-kun never fully underwent full geisha training, her little protégé had a way with ensuring that her customers left Eien no Yoru Palace feeling better about themselves.


That had been HIS selling point.


Grinning, Sumire began her trek back to Eien no Yoru Palace.


Fin.
 
When the woman before him began to flail her arms, Kouki was left with even more questions than earlier. What she said left him confused, unsure of what she denied. "Like what?" What else could he have possibly meant? For him, her explanation was merely a reiteration of what had already been said, reminding of the details he had just spoken.


As her defense continued, Kouki still unable to understand what she so vehemently denied, the change in skin color caught his attention. White was replaced by vermillion, bringing forth another question. Like her eyes, was the rest of the woman's body capable of shifting into the red hue? Would her hair follow suit?


As he began to think on the stranger's ability, her order reached his ears. Following the direction of her finger, Kouki removed his hand from Chiaki's chest, the pulse that signaled the flow of blood leaving his palm. With complete obedience, the boy shifted into a sitting position once again, placing himself at the feet of the one who sought to mend nonexistent injuries. "Okay."


With his back facing the potential healer, Kouki's gaze fell on Chiaki, the boy who had apparent connections with the aforementioned medical ninja. At the announcement that he would retreat in order to gather water, the white-haired observer failed to comprehend why. He hadn't been harmed in any way and did not require any assistance, yet they remained adamant about providing him with care. These people were very strange.


As Chiaki contained to speak, Kouki's attention would be fully grasped by his question. "Camp?" Was he referring to the one that surrounded them?


With the words entering his mind, images would flow through as well, cries to fill his ears and smoke his nostrils. This village was not unlike the others, only larger in size. The memories that had been vague previously now became more clear at the proposition, albeit differing from the orders he once received. While the manner in which the two men spoke had been different and the one within his sights presented him with choice, all else remained similar.


"How many?" That man had always specified the exact number before singaling the start of his objective. The amount always came to that of every last one, but it had still been an indication of what he was meant to accomplish before being deployed. Now, before he would enter another congregation of structures and living beings, performing the bloody act that he had been raised to, the mark was needed. "How many people do I need to kill?"


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With Kouki having moved in front of her, Kiyomi instantly activated her healing technique jutsu, running her hands over his back, just above the skin. She'd absently heard Chiaki offer him to come with them back to the camp and she agreed. He didn't seem to have anywhere to be, and there was plenty of room in her home with her father. As long as she explained everything, her father wouldn't mind sheltering the boy. Plus she was worried if she let him go off on his own, he'd end up finding a way to hurt himself.


Going over some of the newer scars the boy had, she did her best to heal everything up, only to stop short, frozen in place as his words reached her. Kill...?


Eyes wide, she looked down at the boy before her, his voice the same tone it had been when asking about her eyes. "Kill...? Wh-what on earth are you talking about Kouki-san?" she asked, her voice shaky. "We don't want you to kill anyone..." she attempted to explain weakly.


Was the place this boy came from so bad that whenever someone offered him something, he thought he was to kill? Raising one shaking hand to cover her mouth, she dropped to her knees, her own mind racing back to her own experiences. While they didn't try to make her kill, the horror was still there all the same. She was tortured and experimented on, and others who had received the exact same treatment were made to kill. "Oh God..."


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"Nice to meet you, Tisk." Circe said to Han with no sense of sarcasm, "My name's Circe." Circe's cheerful attitude was soon broken by the way Han talked to Shriokko. That girl needed a hobby; she was snapping at everyone around her. Maybe something bad happened to her recently and she's trying to take her anger out on everyone else. Shriokko suggested that they left the ramen stand and, after paying the ramen guy, followed her. She didn't feel like speaking for Shirokko since she seemed to have plenty to say for herself. Butting in here would be rude. After she was done talking, though, Circe had an idea. She turned to face Hanbungetsu. "Wanna fight?" she said with a smile on her face, "It'll be fun!"


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~She tilted her head at the calling her onomatopoeia of Tisk,she her mind burned at what she consider sheer stupidity.She had choose to let the useless tail beast owner go for now,however Circe irked her on a whole different level,something of finding a roach scuttling across a room floor.though once hearing the chance of being allow kill this dolt ,a low rumble ,halted all maiming ideas or ideas of murder halted rubbing her stomach.Encountering all these pest had made her forgot what she had came here for ,it was for something to eat .Turning away now as she went off toward her camp ,not even taking the time to answer Circe question to fight she had it with being in these people present exiling her self back to her camp for the time being.
 
[QUOTE="White Masquerade](1)Shirokko
(One-Tail)

Oh...it was Akago.


"Akago." Shirokko was confused. It was him? "You shouldn't sneak around like that. You could seriously scare someone. Especially nowadays with the Kakureyami and all," she scolded, pointing the floating kunai towards him. "Ah. Sorry."


Akago went on, but at his mention of Shukaku, the mood turned dry and morbid. What she did those months ago, was not something she wanted to remember.


There was an internal struggle. She really didn't want to talk about it. Akago was from her village though...another jinchuriki. If there was anybody else in this camp to trust, it'd be him.


"I learned Magnet Release," she blurted finally, eyes fixated on her swirling ninja tool. Voice lowering, what Shirokko said next, came out as a murmur. "You can stay."


Another moment of silence passed with the sand shinobi nervously fiddling around with a lock of her hair.


"Akago. Do you hate me?"

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Akago's eyes widened at Shirokko's question Does she really think I would feel that way? Then again I'm sure others do.


"I think a lot of people use that word too much, they say things like 'I hate this rain' or 'I hate that horn that wakes me up every morning' (No I really do hate that thing).


The person saying it doesn't think anything of it but whoever's hearing it finds it still hurts because they can't be sure whether it's real or not, honestly I find it's much safer to be clear if I'm saying if I hate something or someone or simply dislike them."


"So I guess to answer you clearly I'd have to say no I don't hate you and.." Pausing for a moment his face reddened a little as he finished. "I don't dislike you either."
 
Shirokko


(One-Tail)

"I see." Letting the kunai drop to the floor, a loud thump could be heard. "You know Akago," she exhaled, bending to sit. "You're one confusing guy."


She stewed deep in what he said, but things just didn't click. Maybe it was her worse than usual lack of sleep, maybe it was the looming threat of the Kakureyami, grabbing her attention. At this point, the ninja didn't know. Everything was just wrong, and it was hard to find some semblance of inner peace.


Slipping fingers between long, wispy blades of grass, Shirokko tried once more to understand what Akago said. Hate. Dislike. What's the difference? Each one can just as easily be used to replace the spot of the other.


"So I guess to answer you clearly I'd have to say no I don't hate you and.." Pausing for a moment his face reddened a little as he finished. "I don't dislike you either."


Despite failing to understand what was meant behind the words, the woman felt appreciation. "Thanks," she groaned rising off the ground. Shadows began stretching from trees, signaling approach of the coming dark. "Welp. It's getting late here. I'm going to head back okay? It was...nice. I don't have too many people to talk to in this camp."


With one look down towards the forest brush, then to Akago, Shirokko trudged off.


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Chiaki

Chiaki blinked, startled by Kouki's question, though his surprise did not show on his face. He watch Kiyomi's distress for a moment before flickering his eyes back to Kouki's. He figured he should clarify for the boy.


Meeting the boy's eyes Chiaki spoke calmly. "No Kouki-kun. You do not need to kill at our camp. You are not expected to do anything. You can do anything you want at the refugee camp. However, if you attack the members of the camp, there will be repercussions."


Chiaki didn't think he could defend Kouki if the boy if he went on a killing rampage in the Kumogakure refugee camp. In fact, if that were to happen, Chiaki would have to be the one responsible for taking Kouki down, since he had been the one who invited Kouki in the first place. Chiaki frowned.


"I would actually prefer it if you didn't fight at all."


Chiaki tilted his head as he studied the boy whom Kiyomi-san was treating. Shaking his head, Chiaki went to retrieve water from the river. Chiaki would do what he could for the boy, but ultimately Kouki's fate was up to the boy himself. He had a feeling that Kouki already had enough people trying to control his fate.


"I hadn't meant to force you, Kouki-kun. Whether or not you come to the camp is your choice to make."


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Kumo Castle Arc - Open




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Kumogakure Castle

Kurontishiosapiyanaba Askiwundatakaeyanebi


[Kakureyami]

Three Kakureyami soldiers stood clad in black, with hands clasped behind their backs. A poorly groomed man wrapped in fine clothes lounged at his desk, eyes watching them close. "You," he crooned to the first. "Come here."


Soldier number one approached, a hint of cautiousness decorating soft steps. "Yes, my lord. How may I serve you?"


Kuro sat silent for a moment before giving an answer. He smiled, thirty-two stones of pure alabaster gleaming from the mouth. "I don't think my name is 'My Lord.' Could you tell me what it is please? All this handling of matters for the whole of Kumogakure, has my mind in protest. What moniker did my birth parents give me...? I seemed to have forgotten."


Soldier one swallowed, stepping back. "I. Uh..."


"Yes. Go on. You've been here long enough. We've occupied this base for years."


"Yes, sir! It is because of your presence and unrivaled leadership that we have made it this far!"


Clapping, Kuro motioned for solider number two to come forward. Before solider number one knew what had occurred...he was already dead. "Excellent," Kuro beamed, getting up from his chair. "A katana right through the head! Good work! You might have some use! With sword skills like that, surely you're bright enough to know what my name is! Care to share?"


"Kurontippiosapiyanaba-"


SLAP!





The man popped her square in the nose, causing knees to buckle to the floor. Slamming a foot into her shoulder, the soldier with bloodied nose went sprawling across the room's cotton rug. "Ugh. Worthless."


He paced in place for bit, a foot-deep in thinking before finally turning to the last remaining soldier. "You. PLEASE. Give me some kind of hope in the competence of our people. My name is NOT THAT HARD! I'm getting tired of this game. Can you please tell me what it is?"


Stepping forward, soldier number three peeped, "Kurontishiosapiyanaba Askiwundatakaeyanebi."


Closing eyes, Kuro cried, overjoyed. Invigorated by the confidence soldier number three's answer gave, King Kumo returned to being seated, looking up at the ninja standing beside him. "And that my dear, is how you do it. That, is how you inspire competency while having a little fun."


Ninja in the Midst

Uzazab

Disgusting. The man was absolutely disgusting.


"Hey, Uza baby. Higher ups think it's about time we take the whole of Kumo for ourselves. According to intel, one of their men ran into a camp full of shinobi out there hidden in the wilderness. They want yours truly to snuff it out. Prestigious ain't it?"


Unnerved by the woman's indifference to his pompous display, Kuro got up again, making his way toward her. Sliding his finger along the bottom of her chin, he grabbed it, turning her gaze towards him. "Better. Now," he spoke, keeping hold. "I have 250 men under my control. What's your opinion on me sending them all in?"


"You are fortunate to have so much power, King of Kumo. I am grateful you think highly enough of me to ask for my opinion. If I were ever lucky enough to be in your position, I would send a small force to take over the camp, while keeping the bulk of men here for protection in case of retaliation."


Placing his nose into the woman's cheek, Kuro took a deep breath. "That's where you're wrong," he muttered. "That's not how I do things. Who can stand against me? In my own home? I am going to send 200 men to wipe them out, while keeping 50 here in case anything were to happen, as you say. Hm. You ninja really are stupid."


As he proceeded to let her go, Uzazab turned away to stare out the office window.


Weird.


There was more lightning today than usual.


Once Kuro left the room to prepare way for his 200-man invasion, Uzazab slipped toward solider number three, pitying eyes tracing the form of solider number two. "Soldier. Why do you serve him?" She began to three. "Why do you give support in his fighting?"


In disgust, soldier number three retreated from Uzazab. "Because absolutely anything is better than being in league with people like you."


Kumogakure Refugee Camp

Kenji


(Kumogakure Refugee Camp)

"Alright, listen up people!"


Kenji, standing in the dead-center of camp, rubbed the back of his neck, moodiness egged on by the gathering ninja. What the hell was he doing here, giving instructions like this? He was no Hokage...heck, he wasn't even nice. But you're the only one. You're the only man for the job. You're the only one with the right experience.





Kenji replayed the stupid whispers of the elders that cajoled him into doing this again in his head. "Ugh..."


With a rub to both temples, Kenji readied himself. Well, I do know battle. I hate to admit it, but I care about these folk. If what I know can save them...even one of them. I'll do it...C'mon. Get it together Kenji. You're dealing with people's lives. You can't run away and hide.


"Alright everybody," he addressed the congregation. "War. Let that sit in your mind for a minute." He let 10 seconds pass, taking the opportunity to stare down those around him with narrowed eyes. "Our scouts have reported that 200 soldiers from the captured Village of Kumogakure, are marching towards us right now. They didn't even bother to hide their route or movement. The Kakureyami intend to make a statement wiping us out. They think we're helpless. They think we're weak!"


Bursts of chakra-fueled lightning crackled around his feet, scorching the floor.


"That pisses me off. I have a good idea of who the bastard was that tipped them off...but you know what? I'm not even mad. I'm happy they found us...because we're gonna kick their ass. Six months. Six months. That's how long we've worked our butts off to get to where we are today.


The camp is rebuilt. The people are happy. The children are safe. We've brought back a piece of the old world. We've made this place a haven for those whose lives have been torn by the dark forces. We won't let them take that away! It's been ten years! Ten years too long! Someone needs to take the lead in this world! To let every other nation know it's time! Let that be us! Right here! Right now!"


Bzzzzt!


Lightning jumped from hand to foot, then hand to foot, as Kenji began putting on the features of a shark.


"Today is the day. Today is the day we rise up and take them down. We've been under their thumb for so long...NO MORE! Broken homes...broken families... most of the countries' kages are dead...this is OUR WORLD DAMN IT! How could we have let that happen!?"


Smack!


The ninja had slapped himself. A red bruise appeared on the side of his face, with streams of tears accentuating the Jonin's anguished look.


"Take responsibility! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of it all! They want to make a move, fine! We're taking them out. We move against them too. Screw the rest of the world. They can do whatever they want.


We trot ahead and don't look back. We'll kill them all even if we have to do it alone. Each and every single one of you here right now is going to do it with me. Operation: Take Down Kakureyami. It starts here with the refugee camp in Kumo."


The shinobi signaled to a man from the telepathic Yamanaka clan, to come out from behind him. Placing a hand to Kenji's forehead, the Yamanaka formed a few hand seals, saying "Ninja Art: Mind Body Transmission Technique!"





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Instantly, a picture of the Kumogakure Castle structure was uploaded into everyone's minds; complete with Kenji's notes and all.


"While they're bringing the fight to us. We're going to bring it to them. Their forces will be busy attacking us here, that they'll have nobody to defend themselves. A group of ninja will protect the camp, while another squad will hit the castle. Hard. If you are receiving the mental image of the cloud palace, you can see the plan.


We follow the arrow and enter in by way of windows on the first floor. Take out any guards we see, and move to the second, through the central stairway. We do this quickly, and keeping momentum until we reach the fourth floor where the Raikage's office is. The X is our goal. We storm the room and eliminate whoever's up there giving the orders. No negotiations. There have been too many wrongs...there's no possibility of any kind of peace with these people."


The technique ended, releasing its hold on everyone's mind.


With vision fading, drifting in and out of focus, Kenji huffed. This was it. This was really going to happen. They were going to be the ones to light the beginning flames of an all out war. If this is a dream. Please. Someone. Make me snap me out of it...


When nothing changed, the man finally accepted his role as commander of the camp.


"From here on, I'll be commander for this operation. Any questions or concerns, you report to me. Now. I need volunteers. Who's willing to journey to the heart of the cloud? Who's going to stay here with me and defend our home?"


Taking Down Kakureyami

Kakureyami: Mission Details







(1) Defend The Camp



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Two-hundred soldiers dressed in black, are on their way to invade Kumogakure's refugee camp. They have no chakra, and are unable to perform any type of jutsu. They only carry kunai, shuriken, katana, and have minor skills in taijutsu.


The battle between the invading soldiers and those defending, will take place just outside the refugee camp's outer-gate. Everyone is free to control the soldiers how they wish.


Outdoor Conditions:

  • Early Morning
  • Cool
  • Light Snow



When posting, make sure to mark how many enemy soldiers are left after you've done your dirty work.


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The soldiers had finally arrived. Nearing the settlement, the battalion leader raises a katana, pointing it straight ahead.


"Go."


He gives the signal. It's time to invade.







(2) Attack The Cloud



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Fifty soldiers dressed in black, have been charged to guard the building where Kuro, King of Kumogakure resides. They have no chakra, and are unable to perform any type of jutsu. They only carry kunai, shuriken, katana, and have minor skills in taijutsu.


Everyone is free to control the soldiers how they wish. The skirmish will take place on the first floor of the building immediately after breaking in through the windows. When all enemies on a floor have been defeated or are occupied, move to the floor's central staircase to go to the next level.

  • 1st Floor: 10 Soldiers
  • 2nd Floor: 10 Soldiers
  • 3rd Floor: 10 Soldiers
  • 4th Floor: 20 Soldiers


Outdoor Conditions:

  • Night-Time
  • Freezing
  • Cloudy


When posting, make sure to mark how many enemy soldiers are left after you've done your dirty work.


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The chosen entrance is in view. You are all in position.


There is no command here. You are all on your own. The operation begins when the first person goes.




 
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Han having chosen to stay in camp to defend,she had been riled up they speech from Kenji.Even if she didn't like other nation ninja her inner discipline,had shut down her usual toxic nature.As she heard the number of the attacker she knew ,she would be more use vs the mob,than attack some castle.As her own defense plan was to intercept the the attacker before they got to the camp or at least create her own buffer zone to slow an soften the 200 strong attack .


As the Soldiers made there way Hanbungetsu would be a small distance,outside of the gate as the snow around her ,gave her more than enough of a source of valid water.So not to burn through her own chakra as suddenly a thick rolling mist came flowing foward.To smash into the attacker however this in it self wasn't deadly,though the mist was extremely thick.As vision for the men outright now were only a few inchs in any direction.The mist flowing around the camp its thick form settling around the town ,as it was like a wonder land for Han,as she would went on the offense.


As a squad of five of Kage ninja found out ,Han was silent her foot fall were non existence. suddenly appearing beside them Hiramekarei,Chakra blade extension had little to no problem .Cutting two of the foward men in half at the waist ,as Han dove back into the mist from trio kunai as the drew there Katanas an went into a triangle formation to have 360 field of view .One of the trio soon spotted Hiramekarei glow through the mist,though flinched as the other two men gargle water based senbon had found them in the mist .The senbon had made there impact into there throats ,just as they collapsed the last man rush toward Hiramekarei glow in a last ditch effort.Han quite literally shot him with her clan water gun tec. much like .any fire arm for the best chance to hit she shot for his center of mass killing the kage ninja before they knew what happen.


Unknown to likely most Clam was also involved in the sense it had made copy for it self of Han,in the sense of the old Inu human beast clone.An was running about causing it own ruckus.after spitting the water senbon it would set off after summoner to those who didn't know han might have mistaken Clam for a twin she didn't have.An a side note as the snow was the fuel for the Hidden in the Mist move Han did she would have to be defeated before it would go away. As well if the mist was disturb by an wind it would resettle with little to no trouble ,Han had been working on this after seeing easy wind user could rip apart her village style .Taking a page from her late kin of the blade Zabuza Momochi she had come something on par with the decease swordsmen with her mist,though she focus her self through out the mist she did have a slight worry for Chiaki .An swore to her self if her got in trouble she would help him,no matter the cost as she would have felt her temper rising the more she could kill the safer Chiaki would be an so she began job in haste.


(195 kage ninja left,though there mist outside of camp there still a few feet between the mist an camp self))
 
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Chiaki

Chiaki sat crossed-legged a couple of yards behind the gathered crowd, tuning his shamisen as he listened to Kenji's speech. There was no need to see Kenji-san he could hear their camp leader just fine. It wasn't as if Chiaki was tall enough to see above the heads of many of his shinobi comrades anyway...and he had no desire to push through the crowd to the front. He had to admit, Kenji-san speech was certainly moving. Even though Chiaki had been too young to participate in the first war that led to the fall of the shinobi nations, he could feel Kenji's loss as if it were his own. His parents had died valiantly to defend their home against the Kakureyami invasion. It was only right that Chiaki do the same. After all, when he had decided to be a shinobi against his Master's wishes, he had decided to make this camp his home. Chiaki would do what he could to defend it and the people in it. He would join his comrades in re-building the shinobi nations.


Chiaki closed his eyes, just as an image of Kumogakure Castle floated in his mind. Formerly where the Raikage once resided...now home of the Kumo King. He listened silently as Kenji explained the plan, his fingers occasionally brushing against the strings of his instrument as he corrected the sound. Chiaki finished by the time Kenji-san posed his question to the gathered shinobi. Slowly getting up, Chiaki strung his instrument/weapon behind his back.


"I'll stay with you, Kenji-san," Chiaki said, though he wasn't sure if his soft voice could be heard through the loud responses of his comrades.


It wasn't a hard decision to make. Chiaki didn't like fighting. However, he would stay to defend the home where the people he had grown to care for lived. For this camp had become his home as well.


***


Situated atop a tree, Chiaki watched as roughly 15 soldiers waded trough the forest to attack their camp. The mist that Han-san created provided created a great cover for Chiaki to find the battalion commander and take him out.


"Over there! There's a girl!"


It appeared that they still had good sense...despite not being shinobi. Chiaki faded into the mist.


"Find her!"


"Where did she go?!"


"Curse this mist!"


"Hey...do you guys hear something?"


A soft, soothing melody resounded through the forest area as one by one the soldiers fell asleep. Chiaki sighed. It was a good thing that none of the soldiers knew how to combat genjutsu. Now he just had to find the commander and this would be over. Chiaki trusted that Han would defend the camp in the meantime. Thus the pink haired boy once again disappeared into the mist.


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"If I don't fight, this camp'll be destroyed and Nana will never return here..." Roku sharpened his kunai as he spoke in a hushed tone to himself. The young man sat up in a tree still wondering how he had managed to join a war.


His mouth curled into a frown as he stowed the kunai away. This was a war and there was no place on the battlefield for mercy. Today was the day that he'd have to take a life. The kenjutsu he learned was originally meant for conflicts between samurai. Despite that, he learned it as a way to calm the body and the mind.


Chiaki would be out there on the field somewhere and he was certain the girl with steel blue hair had left to attack their stronghold. Roku's thoughts drifted to his family. Where had they gone? Were they still alive?


He frowned as he recalled Nana's smiling face.


"I'll have to kill - but will she see me as a monster once all of this is over?" The stranger readied his sword as he heard footsteps approaching from the snow-covered ground below.


---


The two squads of soldiers, each five men strong, swept the area. Their battalion had split up as they advanced, hoping to cover more ground and have a higher chance of reaching the camp's main gates. Every soldier knew that they were just cannon fodder. They would die exhausting the defenders.


A kunai was thrown into the bushes as they trudged into the snow. One of the men spotted something darting into the foliage. One of the commanding officers flashed hand signals towards the second squad. They would check this area while the others would secure the perimeter.


The kunai-wielder slowly approached the foliage and gripped his knives tightly. Each step made him more nervous. The others watched with their shuriken out and ready to be thrown.


There was a flash of lightning and their comrade stood their paralyzed as a blind ninja suddenly appeared in front of them. The top half of the kunai-wielder's body slid off with a disgusting sound as his legs collapsed.


The remaining four members threw their shuriken at the ninja.


Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Each shuriken met their mark as the ninja fell to the ground dead. There was a puff of smoke and the soldiers jumped back as the corpse was replaced with a log wearing a wig and the same set of clothing.


---


Roku took a deep breath as he looked to the other two clones standing by on adjacent branches. He gripped the bloody katana tightly and leaped down first as the clones threw their kunai. One knife missed but the other found a place in a soldier's head.


The ninja's chakra flowed through the decrepit sword and he molded it into an extension of the blade, retaining the shame shape and curve. The air crackled with electricity as he locked swords with the nearest soldier. He readied himself for the other two who came charging in.


The sounds of bodies dropping into the snow reached the young man's ears as he blocked his enemy's kick with his own leg. With a grunt, Roku placed one hand on his katana's curve and pushed the soldier back into the blades of his clones.


The stranger flicked the blood off his katana and sheathed it. He gulped and ignored the smell of carnage in the air. With a blindfold he didn't have to see his own handiwork. Roku leapt up into the trees alongside his clones and prepared himself to dispatch the other squad.


There was something lovely about the way the blood dyed the snow.


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Maika

The sound of shouting could be heard, but the voice came from inside of his head. A Mind Transfer? What is this all about? Maika tried to tune into the voice, picking up what the announcement was about. apparently, a Kakureyami leader had holed himself up inside of the Kumo Castle, and was intent on invading the camp as they spoke. Interesting, I wonder if this is being broadcast to everyone. "Hey, Chanda, I'm not the only one going crazy with the voices in my head, am I?" He turned to the chipper ninja beside him, she had decided to tag along after all, and somehow he felt not too ill-at-ease about it. I guess the little nuisance grows on you after a while. "If you caught all that, I'm going to Kumo Castle, and you'll know why. If you didn't stay here and help defend, I don't have time to explain. Otherwise, keep up with me and don't do anything reckless." He sprinted away, not waiting to hear her response, she might even turn the conversation to talk about food again, and he didn't have time for whining.


Several minutes later, Maika had leapt his way to the base of the castle, hopefully unseen and unheard. He rested on a rooftop directly under one of the castle walls, and knelt there in an attempt to keep out of view and plan his attack and infiltration. He was sure that the Kakureyami boss would have some sort of guard in place, Maika might need a distraction of some kind. Hmmm, what could I...


He looked around for Chanda.


@The Suspicious Eye
 
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Chanda

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Chanda listened to the boss guy, his speech reminded her of her time in the remnants of the Akatsuki. She liked the guy even if he was showing his sharkness and her stomach growled a little. Hmmm I wonder if the enemy carries food? Suddenly a odd image appeared into her head and she looked at it curiously. Hmmm, I wonder Which floor is the kitchen on? I hope there's sweet buns, yumm sweet buns. Her stomach growled a little louder as she thought about food again. Chanda was up for fighting a army of soldiers, it was her second passion next to food. She looked around at all the other lovely ninja, Chanda may be one of the few outsiders for this attack. Everyone seemed to be extremely spirited to protect this shabby village. Not that she wouldn't help, this place had good food so she should repay them in Some way. Sure it sets Maika a few knots away from his goal, psssh, we'll eat some tailed beasts later. This is a fight and it is going to be fun!


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(music)"I'M OFF TO KILL SOME BAD GUYSSSSS! THE BADDEST BAD GUYS OF ALL, BECAUSE, BECAUSE, BECAUSE, I'M AWESOME AND I WAS GIVEN FOOD!"(music) Chanda sang as she followed the other ninja on the infiltration mission. Some of the other ninjas, we're getting annoyed by her obiously loud sining. Not because it was bad, it was horrible, but because she was giving their position away. She stopped and watched the others move away. "Fine! Miss my glory!!" She turned her head and grumbled. "I'll take on all the bad guys..." Maika's scent came to her nose, well more specific she looked around and then sprinted off towards the scent.


Then she was next to him in a instant. "Hey! What's up!" She grinned at him, she thought it was weird seeing him here, he said something about doing something, but she wasn't paying attention. She was already planning on going to Kumo Castle, foe no other reason than she wanted to break stuff. "I thought you'd be protecting stuff. I'm surprised to see you here, is there something important about the nine tailed feast.... I mean beasts here?" Chanda could feel her stomach growl, but this wasn't the time for food. She did a front flip for no reason and stood up straight. Now she was focused on the job.


She examined the area and spoke, her tone more serious. "It's quiet here. They're may be less enemies here but there are probably traps and lots of them. We will need to be cautious, or bold." She glanced up at him, her red eyes sharp and focused. She held his gaze for a moment and then brightened. "So are we storming it head first? Best way to find those hidden traps is to spring em." She smiled at him, although she was scanning the perimeter. It seems safe....





@Stickdom (lol I'm terrified to go first xD )
 
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Shinra's eyes shot open as the field he was training in became a battlefield. Three squads of soldiers armed to the teeth rushed at him.


"Heh, if you think you have enough soldiers to take me down, let me show you the error of your miscalculations!" he shouted. His hands sped through the hand seals as he bit his thumb and summoned a squad of White tiger warriors along with the boss of the White tigers.


"Shiro-sempai, these ninja threaten the safety of innocents and my comrades. Please help me defend my home." Shiro gazed at the squads rushing toward them with disinterest.


"Let's show these men how to really fight!" shouted the boss summon as Shinra rode along on his head.


The two forces clashed as the White Tigers tore through the ranks of the impressively equipped men with frightening ease. As the three initial squads fell, three more arrived to find their comrades slaughtered. Their commander led them toward Shinra and Shiro who both grinned as they ran toward the newcomers. One man in the new group was armed with a naginata.


"Shinra-boya, let's show these weak scum how to really use a naginata," growled Shiro.


"Hai."


Shinra unsealed an impressive naginata that featured a serrated edge.


"Senjutsu: The White Tiger Strikes!"


The men further in the back watched in horror as the naginata became imbued with a blue glow. Shinra swung the weapon in the air, hitting no one or so they thought. The closest men were cut into ribbons by blades of water, their blood and entrails splashing the men standing behind them.


"Senjutsu: The White Tiger Leaps!"


The men covered in gore were suddenly thrown into the air when Shiro slammed his great paw onto the ground rocketing them into flight. Both sage and summon leapt into the air. With one swipe, one squad was reduced to a mist of blood and gore. The last squad began to break rank and run in fear as the other White Tigers pounced on them, ripping their bodies to shreds.


The field commander ran as fast as possible but Shiro was much faster.


"Senjutsu: The White Tiger Devours His Prey!"


Shiro exhaled on the man, covering him in a cloud of acidic saliva that began to eat through his armor and his flesh. He screamed in horror and agony as he was reduced to a blackened pile of ash.


"Let's go Shiro. We've got comrades to save."


"That's my little cub!"


With that, the two bounded off, closely followed by the White Tiger Warriors.


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Shirokko


(One-Tail)

Skirting through the air on wind-powered boosters emitted by her feet, Shirokko surveyed the landscape, as the invaders made their way towards those defending below. "Sloppy."


She didn't mean her companions, but the other side. They indeed had come full on, in a straight line, not bothering to mask their presence...it was just as Kenji said...


***


The meeting was done. The other shinobi gathered around, began to depart. Kenji's display of emotion was...gut-wrenching to say the least. This kunoichi had an inkling of what Kenji-san went through; her own population decimated by the greediness of their so called elders.


How could we have let that happen? She wondered, two arms entwined across chest.


Her eyes grew like slits, narrow and cold, while she continued to digest the show. War. This man was serious. Shirokko knew it would as always come to this. The ninja world had to take back what was stolen; there would be no, "Sorry shinobi. Kakureyami's mistake. We'll give what we took back."





However, saying it, imagining it...and now actually doing it? Going through with it? The Sand-nin's chest constricted, freezing solid with an ethereal cold. This was reality.


Jolted back to life by the swaying of Chiaki's hair as he sauntered by, the woman contemplated her own stance. What happened in Kumogakure was none of her business. They could fall and never rise again for all she cared. Where Shirokko stayed now, was not her home of Suna. It just a place those loyal to the Sand ended up in, because of circumstance. Was there enough feeling here to risk life and limb for it? No.


The refugee camp on the other hand...


Memories drifted of the day Shukaku went out of control.


Yes. At least I owe them that much.


***


"Grrrrr!" Damn it! "There she goes again!"


Tracking eyes lost sight of Hanbangetsu, as the shinobi commenced covering the area in thick mist. Hovering body stopped mid-air, changed direction, then shot down to where the mist-nin went out of sight.


"Wind Release: Turbulent Palm!"


Before even reaching the ground, the jinchuriki was already clearing what she could of the mist. A gust to the ground and a short tumble later, the sand-nin stood with outstretched arms, thrusting miniature gales to push dense fog away. Calling out was the voice of a woman teetering on the edge of anger and annoyance. "Shark-mouth! I know you can hear me!"


Swoosh.


Another breeze sent haze away.


"Do you ever think about what you're doing before you do it? It's funny you say I'm a liability. Have you ever considered the fact...that not ALL ninja!" Her voice rose in crescendo.


"ARE FROM KIRIGAKURE!"


Slamming two arms forward together, again a burst of wind rinsed the air. With conditions finally clearing up, Shirokko was able to spot Chiaki handling his own. A swirl of air billowed around one foot as she leapt into position behind the young man, pulling out her own kunai.


"Chiaki. Keep an eye on your village pal. To me, she seems like more trouble than she's worth. The girl fights as if she's the only one here. That's dangerous."


About to further discredit the other ninja, a flash of electricity became the subject of scrutiny. "Gonna check something out. Watch your back little one."


(@QuirkyAngel ,@Kinzu Hekmatyar )


Swoosh.


With another step, Shirokko was off bounding light across the terrain to a flickering blue static. She gave the blood-soaked snow a once over, then scanned the surrounding trees. "That electricity. I saw it. I know someone is here. Are you friend or fo-"


CLINK!


Just in time to deflect a shuriken flung her way, the Jinchuriki took up defensive posture, as a combined squad of 10 soldiers came running.


"If you're a friend, a little help would be appreciated."


@GasMaskie


(145 left)
 
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Chiaki

Chiaki blinked when the mist cleared away. He had been avoiding the soldiers by hiding in the mist and attempting to find the battalion leader. So far he hadn't found the person yet...but he figured the leader would be near the back, commanding the army.


"There's a girl on a tree! Must be a shinobi!"


Well...there goes hiding...


Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!





Chiaki flipped over the shurikens and landed dexterously on the ground, ducking the arc of a katana as he did so. In a smooth sweep kick, Chiaki tripped his attacker and jumped back as more shurikens were thrown his way. A squad of five soldiers stood in front of him. Sighing, Chiaki lifted his instrument and twisted his tunning pegs in a certain order, releasing his hidden weapon from its sheath. As the strings detached, Chiaki drew forth a tanto and held it out in front of him. His "sheath" was gripped tightly in his other hand.


"I do not wish to fight. I only wish to find--,"


Someone landed behind him, covering his back. Chiaki recognized Shirokko-san's voice. He listened as Shirokko-san complained about Han-san, keeping his eyes trained on the soldiers who leveled their blades at him.


"What do y--,"


Suddenly the sound of lightning crackled in the distance and Shirokko-san was once again in the air. Chiaki shook his head as he watched as Shirokko-san fly off. When he returned his gaze to the Soldier's he could feel their smirks, though it was hidden behind their masks.


"Looks like your friend left, Little Girl."


It took Chiaki 10 seconds to disable them all, hitting them unconscious with the hilt of his sword and his "sheath". Chiak glanced down at one of the fallen soldiers...a squad leader from what he could tell. He performed a couple of hand signs which caused a popping sound and smoke to surround him. When the smoke cleared, a Kakureyami Soldier stood in Chiaki's place.


"I am not a girl," Chiaki said as he strode through the ranks of the self-proclaimed Kumo King's soldiers. Choosing a random soldier, Chiaki approached with an authoritative tone. "I have an urget message for the battalion leader,"


(140 left...)
 
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With the sudden vanishing of her mist Hanbungetsu ,was suddenly surprised blinking as her eyes adjust the 8 soldiers she had just began to attack . A pair had stop Hiramekarei doward swing,two flank her driving there blades into her sides on both her left an right cringing. as the 4 left rush foward two taking Han head clean off as the other two went low to remove her legs at the knees.


Clam still maintaining it clone form did a hand sign as what left of mist an water condensed into senbons ,that came raining down on the men an Han with little to no remorse.As it a mimic the Yuki thousand needles attack shredding it master an attacker all the same.It expression plain as if it didn't ,seem to care it summoner was in the line of danger ,as the water senbon seem to keep raining onto the screaming men.


As the senbon stop just as the men stop yelling,as they were duly dead Hanbungetsu,corpse laying among the shred men,slowly twitching as she had used her hydration Tec. seeming unharmed from all the abuse. That had came her way,slowly standing up hands never leaving Hiramekarei swaying once she stood up right and speaking to Clam.


"I'm going to be honest,i don't like that tactic at all .",glancing over at the flying one tail,doing her signature teeth clacking ,"Oh your here,i see we can talk later Raccon Dog Handler".Rushing off now seeing as her mist was destroyed "Hiramekarei unleash!" Chakra once more flowing through the blade.Clam copy of her chasing after her ,looking like a more cheery variant of Han as it seem to skip after her .As they were now off to attack the next sqaud shoving the sand brat out of her mind she had work to do no time for chit chat .


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In which Sozoshi makes an appearance

A young girl with bright red hair made her way through the battlefield outside of the camp, daintily tripping over rubble, tip-toeing past bodies lying hither and thither. She hummed gaily to herself, kicking rocks and picking up pieces of weapons and armour, only to discard them again a moment later. No interest in the fighting, she was just here sightseeing, the carnage was rather beautiful in its own way. She grabbed a couple of kunai and fingered them gently, even pricking the tip of one of her fingers to see if it yet held its edge.


Little known to her, she was being carefully followed, tracked, by a man in a dark coat ducking behind the brush and trees, a nasty-looking sickle sword glinting in his hands. He slid back into the shadows, biding his time for the chance to strike.
 
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Shirokko


(One-Tail)

Something descended through the sky.


Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooh! DOOMP!


Falling to the ground a few feet ahead of Shirokko, a figure cloaked in black, crouched in heels; legs presumably broken from the impact-blow.

  • Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee-
  • errrrrrrrrrrrrrr-
  • eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


A mechanical whir shrilled, filling the area.


*Skisssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!





Smoke escaped through openings in the robe's fabric; steam momentarily obstructing Shirokko-san's view.


"You ninja look like you need help."


It was a woman.


Pop! Pop! Pop!


Three shuriken were lodged into the woman's head as she spoke. Rising, the new figure fired off like a shot to the nearest Kakureyami member, sinking her hand into his neck whole.


The Puppet: Act I

Orisas -Normal-


(Shirotaiyo)

Pulling out her fist, Orisas admired the way his blood stained the metal nails of her right hand.


"I like it..."


CLING!


Another soldier, sneaking from behind, swung their katana with force, driving it right into the back of her head.


*Creeeeak*


The neck of Orisas snapped entirely around.


"Sneaky, sneaky." Her body promptly followed suit, left arm digging its way into the soldier's chest. "Keh-heh-heh. Surpriissse, surpriissse. Looks like I found it."


Fingers snaked around the trooper's heart, squelches of mush accompanying squirts of blood, as the organ tore violently from master's chest.


"So you DO have these," mused the girl. "How interesting."


Dropping the still-beating mass, Orisas turned gaze to where Roku sat hiding in the trees, yet voice clearly speaking to Shirokko. "Hello, friend. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Orisas. Puppet-master and founder of Shirotaiyo."


Low she bowed.


"It looks like you and your camp...are in a bit of trouble. Please...allow me to help."


@GasMaskie


(130 left)
 
Akago pushed off of the wall he'd been leaning against as Kenji finished speaking.


Hmm not too bad. He thought idly.


Matatabi chimed in with a comment. Truly? I thought it rather crude.


I suppose so, but that doesn't mean it can't be effective. On the other hand I have an idea that's both elegant and effective.


Oh? Do tell.


You'll just have to wait and see.


Twenty minutes later he sat outside of his hut and finished tying two dozen kunai to the bottom of a balloon with a paper tag in the centre.


Yes wonderful you made a standard kunai rain allll by yourself.


What moron said you were the polite one?


That was a century ago and besides some confuse being well spoken with politeness.


Pfft now that makes you sound more like a real cat than anything else you've said, making people think you're all proper like that.


Continuing before the Bijuu could reply Akago said internally. Look this isn't for something so simple as scattering them and hoping someone cuts their toe on it eventually, you spend so much time cat napping you haven't even seen that all of these kunai are marked. The point is to scatter these over the battle area so we can move around instantly.


Hmph seems unnecessary, we aren't even fighting other ninjas. Heh heh heh heh we will tear them apart!


No need to sound so happy about it, we're fighting because we have to not for fun.


But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it anyway. Matatabi replied slyly. And be honest with yourself you will enjoy this, as we burn, cut and tear away at our prey I wonder if you will laugh.





Standing abruptly he murmured. "Let's go. We're heading for Kumogakure."


Matatabi replied in a subdued tone. A little late to walk don't you think?


I swapped in a marked kunai onto one of the infiltration team, saves on leg work.


Hmph not bad.





Activating the Flying Raijin Jitsu he instantly warped to Kumogakure and appeared behind Maika and Chanda.


"Hey guys, did I miss anything?"
 
Wow. Oh wow, that's really disturbing. Roku lifted up one side of the blindfold and squinted. There was just something horribly disturbing about the mechanical murder weapons that ninjas preferred to use. The one puppet user he did know gave off really creepy vibes too.


The visions came once more for the stranger as he lowered his blindfold and clawed at his eyes instinctively. He saw mechanical arms erupting out of his back and his skull splitting open to reveal some sort of strange weapon.


The two women in front of him seemed rather intimidating. He didn't want to speak up and get accosted nor did he want to get acquainted with yet another puppeteer. Still, it'd be best if they knew not to kill him. With a sharp sigh, Roku dropped from his vantage point.


"I-If you're not asking for anything in return t-then by all means go ahead." The ronin-turned-ninja couldn't keep from stuttering as he turned to address the cloaked woman.


(@White Masquerade)


---


The remaining soldiers that hadn't been dispatched by the mechanical woman opted to call for a tactical retreat instead. There were eight in total who had decided to run back into the shadows. The sharp sound of the a twig breaking filled the air.


Each soldier raised their weapons and prepared to strike, but soon lowered them as they saw a group of three troops approaching. Two of them were supporting a third, bloodied one. The armor was severed at the waist.


One of the shorter troopers ran over clutching a kit. He opened up the small box and watched as the the two soldiers set down their casualty and went to convene with the rest of the survivors.


"We're suffering heavy losses here. It might be best to bolster the other side instead." The now designated leader of the combined said as he looked solemnly at the the medic patching up one of his comrades.


The two newcomers remained silent as the commander folded his arms and looked at them strangely. This quiet moment was cut short as the screams of a young man echoed throughout the woods. The injured soldier had sat up and drove a kunai into his head.


"What th-!" The captain of the squad instinctively moved his hand towards his katana and then watched in horror as the two soldiers in front of him were replaced with a bolt of lightning. He turned around suddenly and looked in horror as the rest of the combined squad exploded into chunks of meat and blood.


The two soldiers re-appeared and suddenly transformed into electricity. Their uniforms crumpled and fell to the ground. Despite the overwhelming feeling of grief and dread the Captain managed to side-step the sneak attack by the "injured" soldier and attempted to slash him with a kunai as he passed by. He was a veteran, he wouldn't die that easily.


Pain filled the Captain's mind as he stumbled back and looked on at the stump where his left hand had been. He looked over to his assailant and grit his teeth as he watched the helmet split into two on him. The last thing he remembered before passing out were his enemy's strange purple eyes.


The clone disappeared shortly afterwards, too drained of chakra to land the finishing blow. There was a faint crackling sound before the uniform of the bisected soldier landed in the blood-red snow.


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In which Sozoshi goes unnoticed by the other ninja

The sounds of battle raged around the oblivious girl, kunai filled the air and corpses littered the ground. She mindlessly strode around, first looking at this, then watching a battle over there. The mist that had fallen of the field was being cleared, and she hopped in place and clapped excitedly at the sight of the sun shining through the clouds, now she would be able to watch all the excitement unobscured. An appearance of another red-haired woman, a very violent woman at that, made her squeal and she rushed to find a good seat, choosing the long limb of a nearby tree as a perch, swinging her legs and cheering as the other fighter literally ripped an enemy's heart out. It made her so happy, so much violence, pitiful creatures destroying other more pitiful creatures, it was like a dream come true. She fell onto her back laughing, forgetting where she was for the moment, and fell smack! off of the branch and landed on her back on the ground below, still rolling and cackling hysterically, only a few meters away from where this newcomer, the one with the Rinnegan, and the One-Tails Jinchuuriki were standing.


Kneeling on the exact opposite of the same tree, the dark man fingered his knife, spinning it delicately on the tips of his fingers, then stepped slowly out from behind the tree and made his way towards the vulnerable girl, cackling as she lay on the grass.


@White Masquerade ( and @GasMaskie , if Roku is still around here :3)
 
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