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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:28:43 GMT -5
It had been so long since Fenjji had worked alone that he wondered if his solo skills might have rusted somewhat, after all although his squad were not grandiose ninja in their own rights he had gotten used to being able to fall back on them when things got somewhat sticky. He liked working with a team as well, it made missions both more enjoyable and more effectively carried out in general. It also gave him a chance to pass on his extensive knowledge to the next generation, be it combat-experience or just trivia he knew about the lands or areas in which they were operating at the time. He was looking forward to being assigned his new squad, but he knew that might take some time and until then it might be refreshing to work on his personal skill-set for a while.
As it happened this particular mission was the perfect re-introduction into working alone, and he might have been the perfect candidate from within the Hidden Stone to carry it out. His objective was to locate and rescue a close-relative of the Land of Stone’s Daimyo, a cousin and his household workers he believed. The man had been ambushed by an unknown force whilst travelling from his home for an annual meeting with the Daimyo himself, whom personally posted this mission after his own men discovered the kidnapping of his cousin. He had been given the exact location of the ambush, which had taken place three days past, and also been warned that the area had been rife with bandit and highwayman activity of late. There was even talk of rogue Shinobi haunting the stone passes of Tsuchi No Kuni, leading bands of barbarians to loot the small villages and towns showing little mercy to the people they discovered.
He had spoken with his superiors for a time and together they had reached the conclusion that the Bandits must have a stronghold somewhere near the ambush site where they were held up, and where they currently held their hostages. It would be a well guarded fortress and attacking it head on would be folly, especially if the hostages were being kept elsewhere. So, his task was to sneak into the compound undetected and confirm the presence of the hostages, whom he was to lead to safety first and then return to wipe out the bandits. If the rumours of rogue Shinobi leading the band of savages proved to be true he was to bring them in alive if at all possible, for they may hold vital information on whatever village they had defected from that might prove useful.
The sun was hot overhead and the stone hard underfoot as he left the gates of Iwagakure, just as it had been most times he had left to go on a mission. His solitary silence felt strange, he was used to having the boisterous Senko Saito raving about the latest jutsu he had been working on, whilst the calm and cool Hiruzen Kenzo sighed and complained about his teammates over-enthusiasm. The third member of the team, Yenmaru Honochi, had been the apathetic silent type, but he certainly kicked into action whenever there was action. The three of them had been like shadows following him around for the past several years and he had grown accustomed to, and even came to enjoy, their group banter. This silence was deafening, but with reluctance he accepted that for this mission silence was the better option.
As he made his way away from Iwagakure with nothing but his thoughts for company he could not help but recall his days in the Kage Corps and how often they had carried him away from the village by himself, only to return days or weeks later with a far heavier conscience than he had left with. It seemed that so long as he worked alone he was destined to be the dealer of death, the only reprieve he could gather from this sort of work was that he did indeed have a knack for it and so once things got underway it didn’t take too long to wrap up.
With a mind heavy with darkened nostalgia he walked the winding roads that led from Iwagakure and towards his destination, which he had marked down upon his map of the local area as to assure he did not somehow forget it and have to return to the village entirely empty-handed before he had even really begun his mission. What an embarrassing story that would be to tell his superiors if he had to return to the village, especially considering this was his first solo mission in over five years…
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:30:07 GMT -5
His destination was a day and a half worth of travel away, and that was just getting to the site of the ambush itself, and so as the day began to draw on he was lucky enough to stumble upon a cosy little inn nestled in amongst the stone on the side of a well-beaten footpath.
It was unremarkable in nature and was average in size for an establishment in this sort of location. The architects of Tsuchi No Kuni were not renown for the beauty of their work, but for its’ hardiness and structural strength, and this roadside inn was no different in its’ design.
Cross beams lined the monotone dark orange-red façade of the building and gave it a rustic look, which was only accentuated by the heavy, primitively carved, oaken doors that acted as the primary entrance into the establishment. There were four singular windows on this side of the building alone, though they must have provided most of the natural light for the back half of the building was submerged in the stone behind it, which gave the impression that it was not an inn of great potential occupancy. The owners had clearly tried to paint a more homely atmosphere to the otherwise oppressive, and derelict-looking, exterior by pegging some hanging-flowers on the walls next to their doors and laying out some aromatic herbs to form a shaky pathway leading towards the doors. It was a feeble attempt to disguise an ugly building, but he liked that they had made the effort and didn’t have much choice anyway so he decided to spend the night here.
As he pushed open the doors he was hit by the stagnant smell of well-aged wood and cheap liquor, as well as the fragrant stink of several unwashed travellers whom sat at the seating area immediately to the right of the entrance. He paused momentarily in the doorway, grimacing somewhat as he took spaced-sniffs at the air as to become acclimated to the rather foul scent that was bombarding his nostrils.
Seeing the newcomer pause in their doorway, his nose twitching strangely as he stood as if suddenly stricken by some invisible force, the innkeeper beckoned Fenjji to come in with a friendly smile and a hurried hand gesture; “In ye come man, yer letting aw da heat out! C’mon, we’ve got food and sake for weary men like yerself!”
Shaking himself Fenjji smiled kindly towards the elderly man and entered the inn fully, closing the doors behind him the keep the heat in. Instantly he felt that the man certainly was not speaking of a cool or soothing temperature, in fact it was an oppressive heat that felt all-encompassing and somewhat strangling. Why the man had wanted to keep such extreme levels of heat up he could not say, but the greater mystery perhaps was just how he had gotten the place so hot in the first place.
“This is a nice little place you’ve got yourself here.” Fenjji said as he made his way towards the service desk that was stationed directly in front of the doorway, it was a touch too low for him to easily rest his hands upon when he got there but the smaller innkeeper had no problem at all resting his elbows and in turn the upper half of his body atop it. Wiping at his brow Fenjji looked around to examine the rest of the interior; “It’s a little too warm for my liking though I must say…”
To the right of where he was currently standing was a small alcove where a trio of weathered travellers sat, sweating in their armchairs as they sipped at the clear liquid, that could only be Sake, in the cups on a small wooden table that sit in the centre of their little setup. They looked as if they had been on the road for quite some time and something about them gave the impression it had not been an easy journey, their shoulders bore the weight of both anxiety and hardship and they were not lightly weighed upon. If given the time he would see if he could speak to these people about what had them in such a low mood, perhaps they had information that would prove useful to him.
To his left was two openings, one which was barred by a door that he assumed led to the rooms on this floor and another which led out into what appeared to be a poorly lit cavern inside the face of the rock formation itself though the pathway it led into turned before anything of note came into sight, to the left of these two openings was a large set of stairs built into the side of the inn that led up to the next floor, where he assumed there would be more rooms. The open archway struck him as odd, it was not commonplace to see such things inside an inn after all, and he would certainly investigate it if given the chance.
“Uff, ye get ust’ to it I tell ye’. See that over there…” The man indicated the open archway with a quick tilt of his head that revealed that behind his wild frontal mane of greying hair was a bald patch that marked the crown of his head; “Leads to an underground hot-spring, ye can use it all ye like after ye rent a room. Trust me, nuthin beats a dip in a good hot-spring for a bit of relaxation.
A room fur one yer wantin’ then aye?”
How queer for an inn to have an underground hot-spring built into its’ infrastructure in this sort of manner, he wondered how the innkeeper had even come across such a thing considering the inn itself was nestled into a solid wall of rock. Tsuchi No Kuni was home to countless hot-springs, heated by the local reservoirs of lava deep underground, and they were by far the hottest springs any land possessed. As such it was not uncommon for inns, even one of this small size, to posses a self-owned Hot-spring and he had to admit it certainly would be a nice way to relax after his long day of travel.
“How strange, you must have been lucky indeed to stumble upon such a spring in such a place as this.
Oh, and yes please any room old room will do me just fine thanks.”
The innkeeper’s expression brightened at the confirmation of patronage, he bent down slightly to reach underneath the counter he had been leaning on, and when he stood back up he produced a rudimentary wooden key and offered it to Fenjji; “Always happy to serve ye Shinobi from Iwa. Ye got a name Shinobi?”
Fenjji took the key with a thankful smile; “I do indeed, my friends call me Fen and I’d ask that you do likewise goodsir.
What troubles your other patrons, if I may ask?” Fenjji spoke in a lower voice as he mentioned the trio of worried travellers to his right, leaning in slightly so that his elderly host could still hear him without any bother.
“Oh, them? They almost had a run-in with dem bandits I’ve been hearin’ about round these parts, had to turn back the way they had came afore they were seen and lost a day or twos travel in doing so…Damn bandits have been a thorn in everybody’s asses for a while now, any chance you’re ere’ to deal with em’ if I may ask?”
“I am indeed, excuse me a moment…” Fenjji smiled once more to the innkeeper and then moved away from the counter and towards the travellers, waving towards the one that faced him in a friendly manner as he approached them;
“I’ve heard you had some trouble on the road…”
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:30:59 GMT -5
An hour after he had initially approached the three gentlemen Fenjji found himself in the hot-spring the old innkeeper had mentioned alongside them. They had indeed had some trouble on the road with some bandits but had luckily been able to avoid their detection and turned back the way they had came. Luckily for them Tsuchi No Kuni had a hundred different paths leading to any singular destination, but it did mean that they lost quite a lot of time on their journey, and their trail supplies would now have to be rationed severely if they were to make it to their destination in any comfort. It wasn’t much to go on but it did tell Fenjji some important details about an enemy he knew very little about, and knowledge was power in his line of work.
It told him another site where the bandits had been spotted, which he marked roughly on his map, and so it would make forming an area of possible hideout locations somewhat easier after he investigated the other ambush site. Perhaps more importantly however it told him that this group of bandits were most certainly a varied bunch, the previous group had been formidable enough to take out an armed guard that had been protecting the Daimyo’s cousin with little trouble at all, but the group that had almost been a problem for this group of travellers were so clumsy they had been spotted by civilians from a distance. This meant that it certainly wasn’t an entirely professional setup they had going, more than likely it was just a few ex-soldiers, and perhaps a rogue Shinobi or two, leading a larger group of vagabonds with little-to-no training at all. Taking them out once he found them shouldn’t prove too hard if they were indeed an undisciplined group, especially if he took out the more experienced fighters amongst them first and left the weaker rabble without leadership.
For now though it was a case of simple relaxation, and idle chatter with the three men whom had felt greatly reassured after they had shared their story with him and he promised the bandits would not be a problem for much longer.
The hot-spring was indeed a great method of relaxation, just as the old innkeeper had claimed, and he was greatly relieved that the oppressive heat of the interior of the inn could be replaced by this somewhat more bearable, or at least preferable feeling, submerged heat.
The spring itself was located in a small cave that’s highest point could not have been greater than fifteen feet, and that’s diameter was no greater than twenty feet, though both measurements varied from point to point thanks to the crude carving of the cave itself. What little light there was was granted by long torches mounted on the wall, held by iron holdings which themselves had been bolted into the stone walls. The light was flickering and faint and gave the cave a strangely soothing ambience, which was only heightened by the thick and soothing steam that hung heavy in the air.
“I’ve gotta say Fen, you’re the first Shinobi we’ve met and I really didn’t expect you to be so laid back if I’m honest. What with the work you lot do, I thought you’d be a lot more sombre.” The man whom spoke was named Memaru and he was a skinny skeletal man of dark skin and middle age, his thick black hair was soaking wet and clung to cheeks as he smiled. He had a friendly demeanour and was by far the most talkative of the three men, and he clearly had little regard for etiquette concerning Fen’s secretive line of work.
“We don’t all have hearts of stone, but I thank you for considering my laid back. If my students were here you’d get an earful for saying that about me I’m sure.” He chuckled at the thought of his students’ heartily protesting the man’s compliment, perhaps because around them he was not so laid back. He was certainly on good terms with his students and he knew they respected and liked him, but he was their sensei first and foremost and their friend second.
“Oh the youth of today are just all angst that’s all!” Memaru said with a chuckle of his own; “I’m sure you’re a big softy for sure.”
“I wouldn’t go as far to say I’m a softie…” Fen said with a grin on his face but a half-serious tone. He was still in a jovial mood but at the same time he knew that he had to leav a strong impression on these men, he was the first Iwa nin they had met after all and they had to leave here today with the impression that Iwagakure produced strong and intelligent ninja worthy of being contracted for any sort of work.
“You don’t seem very tough either!” Memaru grinned as he splashed a little bit of water towards Fen playfully, waving his hand afterwards and talking in a more serious tone; “Nah I’m kiddin’, I know you folk do a lot of good round these parts and I’m thankful for it y’know.”
Fen nodded confidently, keeping a straight face as he weaved a quick succession of hand-seals under the surface of the water; “Thanks, its good to know we’re appreciated.
But I’ve gotta say, splashing a ninja with water isn’t a very good idea!” He grinned at the last moment as he brought his hands above water, having weaved the final hand seal.
The water around him rose upwards and shot towards Memaru, quickly shaping into the form of a long and flowing Chinese style dragon. It was a pitiful size, barely bigger than a man’s fist, and the chakra within it was not very concentrated at all which all meant that when it did indeed hit Memaru all that happened was he was struck as if by a normal wave of water. It was a pointless show of skill, but it served a purpose however unneeded it was.
Memaru shook the excess water off as he blinked away the daze he had been knocked into; “Oh you little…” He said with a booming laugh that filled the cave. He had taken the ‘attack’ in good spirit, as it was intended, and made no move to retaliate. Instead he leaned back against the side of the hot-spring and just continued to laugh; “You ninja, always showing off eh?”
Fen simply shrugged as he too leaned back, allowing himself so slip into a deeper state of relaxation as he closed his eyes. He would have a long day of travel ahead of him tomorrow, and perhaps if he located the stronghold then he would even be in for some heavy combat as well. He would need to be well rested and prepared in any case, it was good that he had had this chance to just relax and have some fun before things got serious…
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[ Jutsu used; Water Release; Water Dragon Bullet
Chakra usage; 1% - used to create tiny Water Dragon
Chakra percentage remaining; 99%]
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:32:31 GMT -5
Fenjji was an early bird and awoke before any of the other inhabitants of the inn, including the innkeeper himself. It was strange to be on the road and not have to fight to awake his three students, or rather just Senko who was all energy once he was awake but a slothful pig where his bed was concerned, the other two weren’t much of a battle after he was up really.
[Nights rest restored chakra reserves to full.]
Getting washed and dressed within the confines of his basic room Fenjji was prepared and leaving the inn within an hour of his awakening, leaving behind the room key and the payment for his nights stay on the counter. For such a shabby looking place it had actually had quite a nice atmosphere, once you got used to the choking heat that is. He would make sure to come back if he was ever in the area again, perhaps one day he could bring his squad here so they could see the marvellous hot-spring within the cave. The travelling conditions were not quite as terrible as the day before which was a God-send. The sun was covered by some sparse clouds and would as such was occasionally not bearing down on him directly, how the people of Sunagakure dealt with heat far greater than this all throughout the year he had no idea. He travelled a little faster than he did yesterday, which had mostly been a leisurely stroll, because he knew his destination was well within reach if he kept up a decent pace. If things went well today then he would come upon the site of the ambush, track the bandits from there to their hideout and have this all wrapped up before day-break tomorrow. If things went exceedingly well then he would be able wrap it all up before nightfall, but things rarely went so well. As it happened it was a few hours after noon when he came upon the wreckage of a travelling caravan that marked the site of the ambush, and instantly he could tell there was definitely at least one enemy Shinobi amongst the attackers…
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:33:15 GMT -5
The signs of a Shinobi’s handiwork were all too clear to his well trained eyes as he moved around the overturned caravan car, which had been sweeped clean of any and all valuables that might have been within it, even the caps of the large wheels had been taken off though he doubted they would fetch very much at any market.
The land around the caravan showed signs of slight distortion, as if some low-level Doton technique had been used but hastily brushed over afterwards in an attempt to hide the existence of the rogue Shinobi. There was few other signs of a skilled combatants existence in this battlefield, so if slightly more care had been taken in covering up the usage of the Doton techniques then Fenjji might never have been sure about what odds he would be facing when he tracked these bandits down. Uncertainty was a great adversary for any Shinobi, but now that foe had been taken down quite a few pegs and he didn’t have very much to worry about really.
The fact that the enemy Shinobi possessed the Doton release was somewhat relieving really, of course Doton was naturally the vice of Suiton which was the stronger of his two releases, but his Raiton was going to be super-effective against any sort of defence his foe tried to raise and that was the only advantage he would need really.
He investigated the vestige of the cart for half an hour before concluding too much time had passed for this site to be of any great use, there were many dust-covered collections of footprints but most of them were partial and there was no way to be certain that they did not belong to innocent passers-by. With no easy way of tracking his foes down he would just have to go about this the hard way, using logic and a whole lot of guess work…
With a reluctant sigh he made his way over to the rock face on the right hand side of the roadside and casually began walking vertically up it as if the act did not defy the laws of physics, the act came so naturally to him that he barely even registered it as his body almost manually channelled chakra into the bottom of his feet.
The ‘ground’ before him came to a sudden stop thirty yards ahead and led to nothing but a never-ending fall into the sky, instead of taking that rather long journey though when he reached the top he elected to simply continue walking around the corner of the wall and onto the jagged and rough top edge.
His new vantage point was not overly great, for the area around him was made up almost entirely of large columns and other formations of rock that blocked his vision, but it was somewhat better than just being on ground level. He reached into his pouch and took from it the map of the area, quickly finding the spot where he currently was that he had marked, and then locating the spot where the other travellers had been attacked which was only a few hours indirect travel to the north.
Logically it would make sense that the stronghold is pretty close to his current location, the road that the VIPs had been ambushed on was a long and winding one and it would make sense that the enemy would pick a location that would make it easy to get back to their base with their hostages. The other site of attack was not a direct ambush but was just probably some sort of make-shift toll-booth, or perhaps just a setup mugging for unwary travellers, and did not require such hasty return to HQ afterwards so he was pretty sure the base would be closer to his current location than there.
He looked down at his map, at the countless rocky niches and pathways that made up this region of Tsuchi No Kuni, and wondered where would be the best place to setup a base of operations. It did not take him long to find a pretty advantageous spot quite nearby, and it would also explain how the bandit force had been such a problem to such a widespread area.
A few miles to the east on his map there was a blacked out building complex labelled ‘Prison Work Camp’, it was nestled at the top of a winding slope that made it very easy to defend from enemy attack and also pretty out of the way of most normal routes of travel. If the rogue ninja had attacked the prison and taken out the guards then it would make sense that they would have been able to recruit the convicts located held there within for their little entourage, granting them an instant band of bandits. If he had the time to spare then he would ask around the local area and see if anyone has had contact with the camp in recent weeks but unfortunately he had hostages to rescue and bandit raids to put an end to.
Depositing the map back into his pouch Fenjji began jogging along the top of the spine-y ridge he stood along, making a bee-line straight for the prison camp. He could see the mountain top that it was hidden behind now and would have little trouble getting to the top of it before nightfall, from there it would be easy to sneak into the camp and determine whether or not his VIPs were there…
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:33:52 GMT -5
By the time he had made his way to a high enough height that he was sure the prison camp was below him, and actually made his way around the side of the mountain the sun was beginning its’ slow descent.
He had judged it pretty well and the camp was indeed below him, down a rocky and entirely un-traversable(To normal people anyway) slope that separated him and his intended destination by about forty feet. At this distance he couldn’t make out much except the basic shape of the complex, which thankfully had been constructed with a pretty large outside-based focus. There were three main buildings that filled the large complex and the rest was just the work-space where he guessed the prisoners were made to split rocks in half, or some other menial and mindless task devised to break their will as much as their body.
The first building, the one closest to him, was pretty large and took up the entire back wall of the complex. This, he guessed, would serve as the mess hall and administration front of the prison, as well as some luxury accommodation for the guards.
The second building was a little smaller and located In the far left corner, squashed in against the high stone walls like some hideous blight that they designers were trying to keep from initial sight. This would be the prisoners’ cells for when they were sleeping etc, though he doubted very much that they hadn’t capitalized on the chance to take the far comfier accommodation of their guards as soon as and where possible.
The last building was barely bigger than a shed and could have been some sort of resource station, home to whatever tools the workers used and perhaps some washing facilities. It was a little closer to him than the prisoners’ cellblock, stuck on the end of the cell block itself, though it was a little smaller in size and made of a slightly different material.
Of the three places most likely to contain his hostages his money would be on the cellblock, it would after all contain some cells which the hostages could be locked in, and it isn’t as if the bandits will be trying to keep their ‘guests’ comfortable.
That being said it was also the furthest away and thus most difficult to reach. The fact that the prison was an open-plan had made locating the most likely position of the hostages easier, but it would make taking the enemy out silently harder if it came to a confrontation before he could rescue his VIPs. In an environment like this it was going to be almost impossible to take a good number of them out without being detected, especially if they were smart and travelling in twos or more.
Since he could not be sure how many Shinobi were within the camp, or the individual skill level of any of them, he could not risk detection before he had even infiltrated the camp and so with a single handseal he activated his ‘Hiding with Camouflage’ and began his descent down the mountain towards the camp…
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[ Jutsu used; Hiding with Camouflage Technique
Chakra usage; 5%
Chakra percentage left; 95%]
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:34:42 GMT -5
He made it over the walls of the compound safely and, he thought, without any detection. He stood upon the roof of the administration building, and from here he could far more easily make out the inner campsite. In fact he could even make out the distinct moving figures that were his enemy, and at a rough headcount in the fading dusk light he made out at least fifteen, though they all looked pretty badly armed and he doubted they were anymore than just basic footsoldiers in the operation. He couldn’t really make out definitive characteristics other than weaponry etc at this rage so he couldn’t be sure if any of them were Shinobi or not.
Dropping down from the rooftop without making the beginnings of a noise Fenjji began moving towards the place where he thought the VIPs would be held, coming to a complete standstill as a duo of guards came within five feet of him as they walked what must have been their patrol route. They did not realize he was there at all even though he stood blatantly out in the open, standing only slightly crouched, and stared directly at them. Being entirely invisible and undetectable had its definite benefits, and neither of the men seemed to notice the peculiar way the light bent in the space where he was standing.
As they walked passed he caught a passing glimpse of their conversation, or at least one side of it;
“…Or at least that’s whot I’d do anyway, dun know bout that edjit….”
Part of him wondered what the man had been talking about, but was certainly was not curious enough to pursue the duo to find out. Instead he continued on his way towards the cellblock and reached it without further incident, though as he made his way across the courtyard he looked out towards the large empty space that made up most of the campsite and his rough estimation was confirmed. There was indeed 15 men all standing or sitting around in the area of there, plus the two men that had just walked passed him that made up 17, and there might be even more inside some of the buildings. He was vastly outnumbered, but he had the element of surprise on his side, and the numbers could easily be evened out if he wanted them to be.
As he came to stand in front of the cellblocks door he wondered how he was going to get in without drawing attention to the self-opening door, when at that precise moment the door swung open as if it had heard his mental discussion. He silently leaped to the side, planting himself against the wall of the prison cellbock so that he was in line with the now open doorway.
A moment later a single young man walked out with a satisfied look on his sharp-angled face. The man wore the standard uniform of a Kusagakure nin, all except for his headband which had the symbol of Kusa scored out to signify he was indeed a rogue ninja. He strolled out towards his comrades without noticing Fenjji even though at one point, as Fenjji moved along the wall and into the doorway as the man closed the door, they were separated by no more than a single foot.
As the door slammed shut behind him Fenjji heard the man shout something indistinct from behind the door, he might not have been able to hear the words but he could tell it certainly was not a shout of surprise or anger, or any sign of warning. He had gotten in without detection for sure.
He now stood in what he presumed was the guards waiting station, it contained a single desk with two chairs and a dozen magazines spread about the place. Sitting behind the desk was a single man, a sword lay on the table in front of him, though he appeared to be dozing off already now that boss-man was gone.
The room had two narrow corridors leading away from it though he was not in a position to see where they led. He corrected that issue by walking forward, straight towards the half-sleeping man, so that he was in line with the corridors.
The one to his left was empty, though both walls were lined by series of iron bars that most likely served as the cells for the prisoners. There looked to be about ten prison cells on either wall, making a total of twenty in that corridor alone.
Turning to look down the one to his right he saw that there was another bandit strolling towards him nonchalantly, the man twirled a club around lazily and looked pretty damn bored so it was pretty clear he hadn’t seen Fenjji.
Making a quick decision Fenjji elected to take out the patrolling guard first. He crept towards him and within a few seconds he had slipped passed the man, coming within centimetres of him as he done so. If the man had been slightly more aware of his surroundings, or slightly more intelligent perhaps, then he might have noticed the slight distortion in the air as Fenjji moved passed him but luckily neither of those things were the case.
Only a handful of seconds before the man exited the corridor and became visible to his friend Fenjji lunged forward and placed his right hand over the man’s mouth to stop and last moment shouts, whilst he grabbed he man’s jaw with his left and gave it a sharp twist. The noise of his neck snapping was louder than he would have liked, but at least he quickly lowered the man’s body to the floor in silence.
Unfortunately for Fenjji however the man at the desk must have heard the strange noise, for a moment later he heard the scraping of the chair’s metal legs on the stone floor as he called out; “What was that? What are you up to in th-“
The man stopped suddenly as he came into sight, looking down the corridor to see his dead ally. Panic and surprise spread across his face as he lunged forward and grabbed his weapon from the table.
By the time he had readjusted so that he was once more facing down the corridor Fenjji had already used the standard body flicker technique to move behind him, he simply repeated what he had done to the other bandit this time without having to care if anyone heard the snapping noise.
Feeling his chakra slowly drip away Fenjji ceased trying to be quite so sneaky and hurried down the corridor on the right. His head snapped back and forth as he checked each cell one by one, doing so in such rapid succession that his neck became somewhat cramped. When he reached the end of the corridor he was somewhat disheartened by the lack of results
Breaking into a job Fenjji made his way towards he other corridor, hopping over the dead bandits that just lay on the floor like heaps of rubbish. It wasn’t until the third last cell, on the left cell, until he actually got the results he was hoping for.
The cell, which was built for two inmates at the most really, was crammed full with four men and two women. One of them was clearly of higher social status than the rest not only because of the way he dressed and the way he held himself, but because the rest of them made themselves even more cramped than they had to be just so that he could have a larger amount of space to himself on the lower of the two bunk beds.
The occupants of the cell looked bewildered and scared, they had obviously heard the commotion from their holding place. Some of them were poking their heads out between the bars to try and see down the corridor but probably couldn’t see far enough to know their captors were dead.
Fenjji cleared his throat and spoke in a clear voice, which only caused the people to panic even more as a phantom voice called out at them from seemingly nowhere; “I’m here to help, your guards are dead but I’ve still got the others to deal with.
You’ll be safer here for the time being, I’ll return soon.”
He began making his way out of the building without waiting for a reply, but heard a myriad of whispered thanks coming from the cell nonetheless. It did feel good to know his job was appreciated by these people, not that he wouldn’t have rescued them otherwise of course.
Seeing no other way of getting outside Fenjji was forced to open the door and slip out, only hoping that no one thought anything of the door opening and closing without anyone leaving, or preferably no one noticed at all...
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(Jutsu continuation; Hiding with Camouflage
Jutsu usage; Shunshin
Chakra usage;
HwC; 2%
Shunshin; 1% (Used to move behind the bandit, roughly 3ft distance)
Chakra percentage remaining; 92%)
(Word Count; 1481)
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:35:48 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Fenjji the doors’ activity did not go without notice, mostly because the duo that were patrolling the yard were about five feet from the door when it opened and closed without explanation. The two shot each other a look and then began moving forward to investigate, perhaps thinking that one of their friends had been about to come outside but had thought better of it.
As it happened however the two men took two steps each, and on their third step their bodies went entirely rigid and they fell forward, flat onto their faces. It was not just them however, in fact every man and woman in the courtyard was likewise affected as Fenjji weaved the handseal for the Temporary Paralysis Jutsu.
At the same time he dropped his camouflage, seeing no need to keep it active any longer since most of his targets would be entirely unable to break out of his jutsu. It was such a simple jutsu in conception, but in deployment, with his skill at Ninjutsu, it was amazingly effective against large groups of untrained opponents. Even the momentary paralysis it put skilled opponents under had proved invaluable countless times during his time with the Kage Corps.
“INTRUDER!!” The Shinobi yelled, pointlessly, as he dispelled the jutsu and leaped to his feet. Instantly be began weaving handseals, with a fair deal of competence as well and with some speed. Once he had completed his handseals the man sent an earthen projectile the size of his fist flying towards Fenjji.
The distance separating the two of them, and his own natural reflexes, meant that side-stepping the attack as he charged his opponent as he pair of his own handseals was pretty easy. By the time he had closed half of the distance between him and his enemy Shinobi Fenjji took a singular deep breath and then exhaled sharply, shooting a trio of water bullets towards his opponents, aiming them for the legs, chest and head respectfully.
The Shinobi bent at the knee pretty quickly and slammed his palms onto the ground, but not quick enough to stop the bullets, though only the lowest bullet actually hit; grazing his right bicep. A moment too late to actually be of use an earthen wall rose up in defence against Fenjji’s attack.
Without even stopping his assault Fenjji leaped into the air and landed atop the wall, forming a single handseal he opened his mouth and from it shoot a blindingly yellow-white spear of laser-focused electricity that moved so fast the enemy Shinobi could do nothing but look up in alarm before the spear pierced him straight through the skull, killing him instantly.
Fenjji leaped down from the wall with no hint of pride in skill, the boy he had just killed could not have been older than twenty and he would have been lucky to have been of average Chunin rank at best. Why he had defected from his village Fenjji would never know, and if were going to sleep tonight it was best he not consider the boy’s reasonings really, that much he had learned over the years.
Without the need for handseals of any kind Fenjji coated his hand in chakra and strode towards the nearest paralysed bandit, his real foe might have been dead but he still had quite a lot of underlings to deal with. It was going to be a bloody dusk indeed…
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(Jutsu used;
Temporary Paralysis Jutsu
Water Bullet Jutsu
False Darkness
Chakra Scalpel
Chakra used;
TPJ; 5%
WBJ; 1%
FD; 3%
CS; 2%
Total 11%
Chakra percentage remaining; 81%)
(Word Count; 571)
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:36:23 GMT -5
17 fresh throat cuts later Fenjji made his way back into the cellblock were the VIPs were being held, deactivating his chakra scalpel as he rose from his last kill. As he walked passed the corpse of the Shinobi he stopped for a moment to rummage through the man’s pockets until he eventually found what he was looking for; a set of iron keys on a small keyring.
He was covered in blood, mostly his torso because he had been forced to crouch down in order to reach the throat of his victims and as a result any spurts of blood his cutting had made were able to reach his chest pretty easily.
When he reappeared in front of the cell the occupants looked at first somewhat surprised, and then terrified, by his presence. It took some of them a moment to realize he was not one of their captors and was in fact there rescuer.
“Sorry for the wait, I’ll get you right out of there now.” Fenjji took hold of the keys and began trying one after another until, on the fourth attempt, he heard a click as he turned the key and he was able to swing the cell door open.
Without smiling he beckoned all of the VIPs to come out of the cell, half of his mission was officially finished now but he still had the task of getting them home safely ahead of him…
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(Word Count; 240)
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Post by Shanzi Fenjji on Aug 25, 2013 10:36:56 GMT -5
Getting them home safely was remarkably easy, though it did take a further two days of travel, and with no fur trouble at all Fenjji was able to return back to Iwagakure victorious.
His superiors were pleased indeed to hear about the safety of the Daimyo’s cousin and were also pleased to see that Fenjji’s skills at working alone had not dulled, neither had his skills at espionage based operations which would be most useful indeed in the future…
Still even after only a single mission without his team Fenjji missed their company dearly, it simply didn’t feel right for him to be performing missions alone anymore. Perhaps, if his schedule allowed it, he could take a small vacation with them sometime soon, that would be nice…
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(Word Count; 127)
(Total word count; 7576)
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