[OoC: TL;DR Tetsu beats up a bunch of mercenaries, all of whom were visiting the village, in the Colosseum in the hopes that ANBU would approach to examine the situation]I stood in the arena completely alone, or at the very least, peerless. As the dozen or so men who slept at my feet were far too weak to be considered company. I had arrived at the Colosseum just an hour ago, expecting sport. But instead I found the delicate egos of foolish boys, most of whom now laid floored; concussed, unconscious, or otherwise broken. And I couldn't be held responsible for that, they attacked me first. They issued the challenge, I mean it's like I said, they were fools.
I had walked onto the training ground in a t-shirt and jeans, arrived just as their little tournament began. It was cute, they had a mini scoreboard, a few referees, and the most serious face I've ever seen. Which made me laugh, as jokes were always funny. But if there's one thing the weak hate most, it's being reminded of how weak they are. So imagine how little they appreciated my laughter. Like bullies in the school yard, they gathered to intimidate. Must've been deceived by this body's teenage appearance, or they would've known better than to surround me. These were the type of guys who hid their insecurities under a sheet of arrogance, and built themselves like wild animals. Believing that strength could be found in the fibrous tissue beneath our skin. They placed much of their trust in the might of their flesh, forsaking skill and strategy. I knew this type, and I knew that they all had something to prove. So when the largest of them stepped forward, clad in armor and blades, I wasn't surprised. And I wasn't afraid, from what little fighting I saw early it was clear that these men weren't proper Shinobi. We were getting a lot of wanders and mercenaries coming through the village recently, and there was no doubt in my mind that these guys were some of them.
The thing is, I heard that ANBU kept a vigilant eye on all of our visitors, which meant that there was a chance that guy from the gate might be nearby. I'm not at all clear on how our black ops operate, but surely no one was trapped in one position. It wasn't insane to imagine that a guard of the gate might be asked to watch suspicious characters. Such as these men. I wanted to meet that stranger once more, so when the opportunity to slay these strangers arose, I took it. In the hopes that the ANBU would make themselves known, I could only guess the procedures called for in instances like this. But It would make sense that approaching me was a part of some protocol.
I don't remember which one of them threw the first fist, but I broke it. These guys were talented, but they were far too raw to handle a trained soldier. Which was immediately clear to them, it made sense that they'd attack me all at once. As a team they were uncoordinated; individually, they were stupid. Getting an arm snapped, immediately prompted the same guy to send me his other hand. They're jutsus were watered down; fire didn't burn as hot as it should, and their stones weren't too solid.
By the time the last one had fallen, I was honestly wondering how cheap their services were. Could it be they did it for free? Who in their right mind would pay for such useless men? None that I could think of.
With a sigh I walked over to leader, or at the very least the one who most likely to be their leader. With a maniacal laugh, I threw my palms into his chest. I knew how sinister my actions looked from a distance, his pained screams helped, but in reality I was just mending the bones I had broken. After our last encounter, I wasn't sure how quick he would be to jump to conclusions, especially given how cautious he was that time. But given the optics, what were he chances that no one approached me.
