Call of the Damned

"My name is Fuku. Not Samehada guy."

Sure, Samehada was a part of his life now but before that when Fuku was just a swordsman with a Katana, he was alone- seperate. He didn't like being regarded as a couple to something only in his life as of a year ago. As she came into Fuku's focus, he noticed her lack of make-up. Good idea. But not for this mission it isn't.

"Sort yourself out first and make yourself look nice. We have to go as if prepared for Business, not for a fight." Fuku didn't say it in a mean tone, but more of a soft one with the underlying subtext of 'get on with it' Fuku sat himself down until she would sort herself out. Plunging Samehada into the ground for him to lean against, while he spoke.

"There's a farmer who is going to be making some serious coin, the first thing I was going to tackle is actually meeting this man and analysing him, from there We'll make an appropriate course of action. For this level of Terra-forming for this landscape I'm going to assume he's a Jōnin and has either the Suiton or Doton element. Keep that in mind.

Fuku was in fact straining himself somewhat. He wasn't exactly someone who went on B-ranked missions. That, and he was one of the Seven Swordsman of the Mist- of the wielder of Samehada, a civil barbarian known through the Shinobi countries for their savage and ruthless behaviour. He was sure that this man would be apprehensive about meeting him. Fuku was curretly surveying the landscape, searching it for anything interesting- the actual surroundings, little nichés he could use if everything went to shit. They weren't far now anywho.

"Okay, let's go."

He was going to put out this mission one way or another.

Fuku wasn't kept waiting long which was nice for him. He didn't like to be held up when this was a small time mission and one that was purely diplomatic with a possible side action of violence. Not that it mattered. As Iku spoke, Fuku chuckled slightly. "Try harder next time." and that was supposed to be a little bit of a burn. Fuku did quite like how her hair flicked around, though. Fuku thought about her next question for a moment before responding.

"To be honest with you, I don't think there is a large chance there will be illegal activity. At most, he or somebody else could be hiding illegally growing drugs in certain areas of their large crop fields." there was little finishing touches that Fuku had to apply for himself- he was a Swordsman of the mist and he would dress as such. So he only took a semi-formal approach, removing his bandages and adding a more formal shirt.

Finally they were on their way properly. This was good news. Fuku could see the place they needed to be in the distance- a assortment of greens and browns where these new crops had been growing. People were at work. Lots of them at it too. "Come take a look." While at the moment he didn't see anything suspicious, you could never be too careful.

He didn't have much faith in the girl though. He hadn't seen what she could do yet and until she actually did something, there would be no faith from Fuku. He didn't even know what art she practised- she seemed more of a genjutsu user. Compulsion and obsessiveness and all that. That, and the tendancy to muck people around.

She'd learn one day, what it meant to be a shinobi.

Fuku nodded. It would be wise for him to do the talking but like any good businessmen, this man would probably talk to her as well- to detect any foulplay. It would be something Fuku would do- trying to lever the more inexperienced person into making a mistake. Fuku sighed.

"If he's growing drugs, we kill him. Anything illegal, we kill him. As of now, someone like this can be replaced with a more trusted Shinobi or civilian. Either way, we're leaving with this farm in our hands." She will learn, unfortunately. This world is not a nice place, and I would have preferred being on some sort of world in comparison to this.

"What I'm going to show you is why people fear me." he fished out a cloak from his belongings, and held it at his side- the other grabbed Samehada. "On my missions I don't usually play nice with people. I smell fishy things with this, so I'm going to go in like I usually do." Fuku was in front of her when Iku had said about Bukijutsu- Fuku physically stopped for a moment and turned, giving her an incredulous look.

"Wouldn't have pegged you for the type." he said, turning back. That's not bad. I guess. Maybe she'll learn something. he walked and placed his bag at a tree stump, and turned to Face Iku- he held onto Samehada with his other hand, and showing his other palm to Iku. He then replaced the grip, before something... odd began to happen.

Samehada began to sink into his skin- completely. With the more that Samehada began to meld into him- his features began changing. His skin began to take on an Ash grey colour, eyes becoming more... Sharklike. However, his face shape only slightly changed- more like... a Shark. But he had no fins. Not yet anyway.

Samehada dissapeared completely, leaving back a more Shark-like human. "This, Yasui Iku-chan is our secret." and that was spoke sternly. His hand came to his Katanaa, pulled it from his sash and threw the sword to her gently for her to catch. "You'll do better with that."

He wasn't going to tell her that he couldn't do Ninjutsu though, that was far off just yet. But there was one problem, he knew that he was going to get a new plethora of questions from the girl.

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The change was befitting for one of Kirigakure's most renowned swordsmen. "See, not many people know about this change. I usually take this form on a mission so people just assume I look like this. They think my swordsmanship is from that Katana there, not from a sentient weapon." Fuku took this time to grab the cloak he had gotten, and put it on around him- hood coming up. On the back of it, was the kanji symbolizing 'Ken no Mizu' in a white circle.

Now they were ready to go. Fuku nodded for her to begin walking down a long winded path that would take them to their destination. It was not long before they reached ground that started clearing out and had more of a human-esque landscape to it. Things did not look natural.

He looked at the paper again just to memorize any last minute features. People could change their look fairly easily so it was mainly the concern of finding any distinguishable marks- like a mole or birth mark. There were none- his skin was flawless. Except he had striking blue eyes. That was the easiest way to identify him- except clever people like this usually had different color contacts in.

the latter is found, Yōkō is to be eliminated. Here is a picture for reference.

-Mizukage Assistant

Fuku had decided that this man was one that of a crude nature

Yoko led them into a barn- it was renovated and open- concrete flooring, a whole bunch of desks lined up nicely, and at the very end was a larger desk- much more lascivious. There were no rooms- just chairs and people working. Fuku was immediately on it. "What paperwork do you need to do out here? Why the need for so many staff?" Yōkō didn't so much blink an eye, nor even turn around when he spoke. "We have a lot of things to keep in check of- making sure everything grows all year around, the financial side of it mainly, and all legal documents to cover our asses." he spoke, hands gesturing around at the various desks before he stopped at his one, turned and leaned on it- crossing his arms.

Nicely rehearsed, Yōkō. Fuku was only getting more suspicious by the minute. Fuku laughed himself- though it didn't sound much like a laugh. Due to the vastly different physique; it came out more as a guttural growl and patted Yōkō's back. Not too much, Samehada. he siphoned a small amount of chakra from the boy.

He hasn't got a lot of chakra... I felt a little echo from his chakra basin. He's been using some chakra, so he's definitely a ninja and for what reason...? Yōkō seemed to notice Fuku's thinking face and crudely interrupted him.

"Is there something that concerns you, Fuku-san?" Fuku nodded. "I'd very much like it if you could drop the guards, before I decapitate you." Fuku spoke calmly. A small smirk appeared on Yōkō's face, his eyes flicking over to Iku's then Fuku's. "You are very sharp, Fuku-san. Very well. You must understand my reasons. though." Fuku nodded. "The last thing you want is to be took advantage of."

Yōkō seemed to gesture from thin air, and suddenly- people appeared. Fuku looked over at some of them. "Your Kakuremino no Jutsu needs sharpening. That was a poor attempt to blend with the colours of this barn." he wasn't being pointed, but goddamn it was pretty obvious. Fuku began to walk around the desk, and sat in Yōkō's seat. "I'm assuming you have the contract." the younger man nodded. "I would like to see it, please."

Paperwork, the bane of Fuku's existence. He was never the person to do this crap.

While Yōkō had gone to fetch the paperwork, Fuku looked around. His men were now back at their desks, albeit working slowly and keeping more their eyes on the shark looking man than their own work. Fuku gave a huff. Waiting wasn't his strong suit for such a mission like this- a diplomatic one. It seemed things were going to be slowing down for this particular day and Fuku hated it. He would've started daydreaming himself if not for his tail being uncomfortable. Agh, screw it. Fuku took his hood off- revealing his crip shark like body and tail out the back of him. Noticing it was close to hitting Iku, Fuku got his tail and wrapped it around his own waist.

"I'm not used to being in small spaces. It feels more comfortable being out." he mumbled at Iku. He crossed his arms- looking at the other people who were clearly doing a bad job of their own work. Yōkō swiftly returned, bringing with him a binded document. Unwinding it, he placed it on the table, to which Fuku placed both of his hands flat onto the desk, hunched over it. Yōkō's face seemed to be one of concentration, "Now, the contract isn't directly between the two of us so you'll need to take it away back to Kirigaku-" Fuku put his hand up, gesturing for him to stop. "I'm looking at it here, and provided it has the just terms I will be signing it myself." Yōkō's own eyes seemed to dislike the way Fuku was speaking to him, but continued. "- right. So..." he opened up the document.

You should've been expecting that, I'm only one of the SSM... looking over it, Fuku strained his eyes a little. "Iku. Job for you. Read through this and see if you can see any clauses, use this highlighter and highlight the main points." Fuku would've grinned, but decided against it- he would take her space where she was leaning when she got to it. Yōkō seemed to hop upon this opportunity to speak to the girl.

"So... Iku-san, is it? How old are you? I mean, you must be pretty skilled to be took on a mission like this." he gave a beaming smile to the girl. Fuku kept his mouth shut but a small amount of killing intent began to leak into the room, while Fuku looked nonchalant you could see some of his men getting a little bit sketchy.

"Tha-t's the famous killing intent of the Swordsmen of the Mist. Interesting. But I have no intention of bedding this seemingly lovely girl. You can calm down." at what started off quite weak started becoming more strong. Was this guy up to something? Fuku couldn't be sure. Fuku didn't say anything, leaving Iku and Yōkō to talk. Fuku would allow her to speak, until she said something stupid- to which he would take over again. Agh, fuck Samehada! Samehada took a large chunk of Fuku's chakra, while it didn't really matter since Fuku couldn't use jutsu, it would hinder his physical prowess a little bit. He wouldn't start feeling it until some serious action. You greedy little fuck. Samehada was docile. But seemed to give a gargle of what seemed to be like- 'I don't give a fuck, Fuku.'

There were no people who had large chakra reserves- but that wasn't to say that some of these people weren't deadly. "Yōkō-san, you sure are talktive." Fuku's eyes brushed against Yōkō's own, hard grey met a brilliant blue. "I'm nervous, Fuku-san. I'm on the verge of becoming a millionaire- I'm sketchy because I don't want anything to go wrong." Fuku shrugged. "Ah. Also, a couple of questions if you will. What crops are you producing, are you setting up trade routes with other countries and how old are you?"

"Why, I never took you for the talking type, let alone a swordsman of the mist who can sit and have a chat without putting his hands to his balls or his sword. I'm nineteen. Also, I'm trying to set up trade routes with Hi no Kuni, since they're pretty much the closest. I'm also looking at expanding over into Kaminari no Kuni as well."