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Post by + K u r o n o n e on Jun 7, 2008 22:12:32 GMT -5
A group of six men sat around a table loaded down with a recently finished meal. They were fat, richly clothed, and false with every jovial laugh and merry chuckle. Rich, and rotten to the core. They spoke of deals they made with one another to increase their wealth and oppress those around them, they spoke of goals to make their lives even more pleasurable and of which servants amongst their combined estates were the easiest to get into bed.
Both the girls and the boys.
They were decadent, they were scum, and they were nobility. They owned several businesses throughout the land of Kaminari no Kuni, and a handful on a few islands nearby. They were the top of the upper class in the merchant realms and they were even now protected by a handful of the highest recommended rōnin mercenaries money could by in their country, and they were having a private dinner to discuss future business ventures.
That was the information Kuronone had been given, and for personal offenses committed by each of them to a select group of people they were to be killed. Kuronone was glad to find that their persons matched the descriptions, it meant that there would be no emotional turmoil that came with some assassinations. In fact, it would be a pleasure to kill off this dozen men.
At once, six hands reached from the shadows behind their chairs, clasping the mouths of each of these merchants tightly and a second hand reached forward holding a black cylinder to the fat under their chins at a slight angle. Six voices spoke as one, soft from the shadows behind the men and became the last voice they would ever hear.
"Peace be with you as you burn in the eternal pit."
A flash of blue light and the hiss of sizzled flesh as pure chakra erupted from the ends of the black cylinders, spiking up through the bottom of the men's skulls and through the back of their heads, spearing the brains entirely. A moment later the chakra vanished, and the men slumped as the hands removed themselves. Standing up from behind them, six copies of the same man suddenly melted into one -- Leaving behind five puddles of water.
The assassin reached forward and grasped one of the remaining whole drumsticks of chicken before vanishing into the shadows of the room. A few minutes later, a servant entered, screamed, and the guards were alerted.
Minutes later
Walking down the docks of the port city, two blocks away from the now crime scene, Samidare Kuronone -- A member of the dark skinned Samidare clan hailing from the southern portion of Mizu no Kuni and the islands thereof -- tossed a chicken bone into the waters and sighed in contentment. A free snack from his victims -- How delicious.
The red coated shinobi walked for several more steps and hopped up onto one of the dock poles. Sitting on it, he stared up at the night sky and grinned. Come morning, he would be gone, and that would be yet another bundle of cash for his clan. "Job well done." He murmured softly to himself, feet planted against the wood and hands on the rim of the pole.
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Post by p r e history on Jun 11, 2008 21:16:31 GMT -5
"Wh-- WHAT~?!"
"You heard me, delinquent! You attacked the Six Merchants!"
A platoon of Samurai stood before the juvenile. The child's gray hairs swayed over his eyes, as he turned on his heels, booking down pier toward the main district. "Wha'?! SOMEONE HELP MEEEEE!"
The charged down the pier even faster, swords clanking as he did so. He reached the stone floors of the main district only to halt, grinding his feet into the dirt. Kicking up a cloud of dust, the child pulled two katana from their sheaths, staring the platoon of Samurai in the face.
"'Kay... bring it!"
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Post by + K u r o n o n e on Jun 12, 2008 12:58:02 GMT -5
"Eh...?"
Kuronone raised a brow and looked to the side, watching as a kid and then a group of samurai rushed past him on the docks. If he had longer hair, it might have even fluttered as they went past, but as it was it was merely a loud intrusion of mildly entertaining proportions. A chuckle crossed the shinobi's lips and he turned around, planting his feet on the pole and resting his chin in the palm of his right hand.
"This'll be good..."
He said the phrase with little regard as to who would hear it, watching the scene before him with the amused grin of a person who knew that the people he was watching were far beneath him. They weren't shinobi and, thus, weren't a threat. At least, not to him. Of course, it would always be funny to watch them beat each other up.
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Post by p r e history on Jun 12, 2008 14:55:34 GMT -5
Sweat started dripping from the gray-haired youth's temple. He bit his lip as he stared onto the platoon of experienced swordsmen about to face him. His small figure seemed to not come close to comparing to them. He contemplated running once more. However, he knew that wasn't an option. He would be chased to the World's End by these men. He gulped, unsure of his choice to come to the port. Following his gulp was a sigh of anxiety.
"Get 'em!" A samurai called, his face wrinkling up as he withdrew his katana from the sheath donning his hip. Chōmi braced himself, raising his blades to form a cross in front of his face. The men started to converge in on him. His brows inclined. A man raised his katana above his head. His eyes widened.
"GAH~!" Chōmi groaned as he caught the samurai's blade within the cross he formed with his own two katana. Quickly, he dashed the swordsman's blade to the side with one of his own katana. Quickly, he jumped into the air slamming his foot into the man's face. Almost instinctively, he pivoted his body using the man's face as a medium of balance. This would project him over the man's shoulder. He continued to spin, landing onto the ground and pulled his blade up the man's back.
Without a second thought, he quickly ducked under the blade of another man, falling onto his back, and shooting his foot into the man's gut. He rose his blades above his head, slashing them outward to cut into another samurai's ankles. He began to spiral and project himself back onto his feet where he noticed a fair amount of men still standing.
"Huf..." he resounded as he gazed at them adult men. Placing one of his blades back into its sheath, he charged forward. Rather clumsily, he channeled chakra into his blade, giving it the piercing properties that lightning was known for. Small sparks could be seen forming, but they were all so rare. All the same, Chōmi slashed his blade into one man's chest in an upward diagonal motion. Stepping with his hind leg into the general area of another man, he directed his arms into the man's side, piercing the armor that donned his torso.
From the right, he pivoted over to the left, dropping his katana to cut into and through the leg of a man standing adjacent him. The samurai didn't fret however. Those who still remained continued their assault charging in on the minor.
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Post by + K u r o n o n e on Jun 13, 2008 13:01:34 GMT -5
Kuronone was bored of this fight now. With a sigh, he held up his right hand and placed two fingers to his lips and whistled. Drawing the attention of all of the people in the conflict, he placed a hand by his mouth and yelled. "Hey idiots, what makes you think some little brat could kill heavily guarded merchants? Just because you guys suck doesn't mean merchant guards do."
He remained on the dock pole, allowing the information to sink into their heads for a bit, as well as showing off the fact that he was clearly a foreigner and someone they'd never seen before tonight. His red coat fluttered a bit in a breeze and he scratches his chin, clearly bored. "Then again, I guess this idiocy is somewhat entertaining... Though I prefer the softer kind..." He mimed running his hands down a ridiculously curved woman to indicate they were less entertaining than sex.
"I'm sure your collective sisters and wives would be able to entertain me for longer than you guys are right now."
Even if the fact that he was a foreigner sitting on the docks apparently waiting for a ride only shortly after those merchants were killed didn't click, the insults would have, which then drew the samurai to him. Tilting his head to the side, he grinned and yelled to the boy that had been fighting them previously. "Hey kid, make sure you catch this on tape."
Pushing off the pole, Kuronone reached for an object at his belt and landed to the right of where he had been sitting, crouched low to the floor with his left hand on the wood. Pushing off the floor, a flash of blue light appeared and wafted through the remaining samurai -- catching them off guard and moving swiftly through their ranks -- only to vanish as Kuronone appeared on the opposite side of them, crouching down to look at the kid.
"Tch, you don't even have a camera on you." He muttered, standing up and popping his neck even as the soldiers fell behind him, blood pouring from their corpses. He had rushed between the samurai in a low crouch, one which would have been ineffective if he had been using a regular sword against armored opponents. Fortunately, his chakra sword had no such difficulties and he had simply sliced through them.
Looking at the dead guards, he wondered vaguely if any Kaminari shinobi were on guard duty. They'd prove a far more difficult challenge than a bunch of samurai.
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Post by p r e history on Jun 21, 2008 12:00:05 GMT -5
Chomi stared up at the retarded black guy. From the amount of people who he'd met that acted this way... this guy looked like he was trying. Hell, Chomi could be more disrespectful, and not try. He snorted before asking--
"Ey... what the hell if a camera?"
Just then, he felt gustts of wind over his head. Black shadows materialized into fully clothed shinobi. Chomi raised a brow, scared as could be.
"Um.--"
"You two are officially under arrest by mandate of Kaminari no Kuni."
Chomi looked up at the black dude. He scoffed.
"This is your fault. ;["
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Post by + K u r o n o n e on Jun 21, 2008 12:05:32 GMT -5
Kuronone shrugged. He was a warrior, not a diplomat. And since it was just one shinobi, he decided he should take his chances. "Oh really?" He reached behind him and grasped the hilt of the tantō resting on the back of his belt. Unsheathing it, he reached to shove the boy away with his left hand.
The dark skinned shinobi brought his weapon up from behind him, tightening the movement so as to increase speed and force while shortening the distance the blade had to move to get from behind him to infront of him. The blade came up at an angle, aiming to cut through the stomach of the shinobi that had appeared, even as the Samidare dropped into a fighting crouch, his body now resting near the floor, with his right arm raised above his head in the initial slash.
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