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[Fuu]

With his usual grimace like a mask on his exposed face, Fuu strode through the crowded streets of the villages busier districts, making good time despite having forsaken his usual rooftop approach. Today was a rare type of day, one of the few days of the year he didn’t have any duties to attend to. It seemed like the more missions he did, the more were given to him, as if the forces above him were purposely wearing him down. ‘Or possibly conditioning...’ He mused, sliding easily between two people, unwilling to slow down or stop. The young man felt extremely exposed, having elected to fully embrace his day off by dressing like in civilian clothes. Of course, the high quality black suit and matching soft leather shoes were hardly ‘common’ grade, and despite concealing his extra arms in the specially tailored pockets the tall ANBU still drew stares as he plowed through the crowd, his dark sunglasses concealing his gray eyes from the invasive looks.

In truth, the man wasn’t all that concerned with the people around him, his body on autopilot as he moved towards the more sordid side of the village. He had just come from the Kyokoju complex, an encounter that had left him frazzled and thirsty. The young man had never even considered a relationship, though he had spent his share of time visiting a few of the brothels around Kumo, let alone an arranged marriage. While he couldn’t deny her beauty, Fuu had barely even spoken to his would be wife, only encountering once before and under official circumstances. How could he commit to spending his life with a woman he didn’t know? ‘Thankfully her father allowed me to spend tomorrow with her, although...’ The thought of sitting across from the young woman, her distrustful glare boring into his stolen eyes, was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Shaking it off, he reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a cigarette, sparking it with a simple snap of his fingers as he hastened his pace.

It didn’t take him much longer to get where he was going, the ANBU finishing the cigarette just as he reached his destination. As he continued along his path, his clothing began to stand out more and more, the simple clothing of merchants and workers melting away to the dirty rags of the Cronopolis.Glancing up at the building, Fuu doubled checked to make sure his internal guidance hadn’t led him astray. The neon sign, burnt out in some places, read simply 'Drinks’, flashing occasionally as the poorly connected electricity surged through it. At one time, there had been an addition to the sign, originally saying ‘Drinks and Girls’ before some halfwit had attempted to climb the sign, breaking many bulbs and covering himself in hazardous dust. Without pausing he ducked through a doorway, pulling his sunglasses from his face as he entered the dimly lit room.

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It was a simple enough layout, the bar spanning across the back of room, ending on a small stage where a band sat in dim light,the booths and tables mixed throughout the room, save for a small raised platform in the middle with a standing microphone and a lone spotlight trained on it from above. As Fuu entered, a gorgeous woman with long black hair began her performance, singing alongside the band in the corner and otherwise dancing suggestively. The air was clouded with thick smoke, roars of laughter and cheers occasionally passing over the soft music. Casually the tall man made his way to a booth in a shrouded corner, gesturing to a scantily clad serving girl as he passed. The girl followed behind, smiling brightly at him and leaning forward, showing off her ample chest. “What can I get you baby?” She asked coyly, looking the sharply dressed shinobi up and down, batting her pretty eyes at him as he responded. “Bring me a bottle of something.” He replied lowly, his eyes only focusing on the woman’s exposed midriff for a second or two before meeting her gaze. With a slight smile, he handed her a bill, the woman’s face lighting up as she checked it’s amount. Despite the gorgeous body in front of him, he couldn’t get the image of Itsuki’s face out of his mind. As the woman spun around, a wide grin on her, Fuu snapped and arm out and caught her gently by the wrist. Pulling her softly back around, he released his grasp and added “Make it two.” before winking slyly at the woman. With a waggle of her hips she was off to collect, returning shortly after with two large bottles of dark, potent liquor. “Just shout if you need anything.” The serving woman chimed, setting the bottles and a glass in front of the young man. “And I do mean anything.” With another shake of her hips, the woman left him alone with his thoughts at last, the man wasting no time in pouring himself a drink. ‘I’m already beginning to regret this.’ He thought, his eyes trained on the beautiful woman in red singing and dancing on stage.

This was one of the shadiest establishment's in Kumogakure, it was a bar without a name, hidden away in the slums of the Cronopolis. Most of the dirty money that kept the streets flowing passed through this building at some point or another, the patrons of a more nefarious persuasion. While out of place, Fuu was confident that nobody in the dim room would even spot him, let alone pin him as a shinobi. With his long blond hair pulled back, his dim scars and surly demeanor were all the cover he needed, the sharply dressed man a far cry from the shrouded ANBU persona he assumed most of his days. Here, nobody knew he was Doku, or even Fuu. It was the perfect place to escape.

 

[Kumori]

Call it clairvoyance, or just plain boredom. After the recent classes, and how everything had gone wrong, or perhaps just on the border of wrong, Miko had decided to “not care anymore”. He went on his way to Cronopolis, where he had arranged to meet with Kyo right in the worst sector of the zone, where a dozen two story buildings stood tall, all looking like they were about to fall. He was alone in this, for Kyo still did not know what his intentions were. He didn’t care anymore, the genin exam was coming soon, and he had not the slightest idea of what to do or where to go. He needed not practice, for he had enough, he was sure he could beat anyone else I the academy. He needed not information, for he had spent more than one day in the library scanning books on every possible zone where they could take him to do the exam. He believed himself to be an expert on survival, hunting, and fighting, even though he didn’t have any experience in any of the fields… without counting random attacks on academy students every now and then. This day would be leisure, and so he found himself in the worst sector of Cronopolis.

There was a so-called restaurant, in front there was a stripclub, and right next to it, in an alley, there was another place hidden. Miko had not the slightest idea of what the place could be, or why it would be so hidden. Perhaps the people that owned it didn’t want anyone inside; reason for the bulky bouncer at the main entrance.

Miko smiled, he felt the pressure of his inner self wanting to investigate, it was overtaking him… the urge to know. His curiosity was defied by his approaching friend, who had finally found him. He had taken long, and Miko was already tired, but he didn’t blame Kyo due to the fact that Miko didn’t even tell him where he would be.

Kyo was approaching quickly, and Miko was just standing in the middle of the street like a lost child. He was debating whether to tell Kyo, or to just go and infiltrate the place by himself, hoping that his friend would follow. The last choice won in the end, and with just a warning shout, he departed, making his way as stealthily as he could towards the roof of the hidden building.

“Hey Kyo, come on! Let’s check this out!”
Once on the roof of the two-story building, Miko looked for ways to get in. The place was entirely closed. There were no windows and no doors aside from the one in the alley, where the bouncer was guarding. He walked for a while on the roof, people noticing, staring, and pointing at him as if he was some kind of freak, of course, he expected this… after all, he was making a fool out of himself, walking on the roof like a madman. The only thing left to do was to start preaching about his religion, but that was for another day. He noticed a ventilation duct, the place was so closed up – those were necessary. He approached it, placed his palm on it – BANG! It opened the sound echoing through the neighborhood. Miko wasn’t as stealthy as he thought; he didn’t care anyways, he was here to have fun and kill time… maybe kill some other things.

He crawled his way through the duct until he reached a fork-road. He went right, and right underneath there was an opening leading to a room. The place looked like a restaurant, but the lights were turned off, and there were a few glowing sticks all around. Girls were dancing on poles, half-naked, and other acted as waitresses. There was only a few people inside, one of them a blonde man.

“Wonder how they would react if I just…”

He hadn't even finished his sentence when his hands had already started chewing the explosive clay. One minute passes, this time it had taken longer since he was mixing clay with colored paper strips.

BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG!

Miko jumped into the room at the same time as all the bombs went off, scattering confetti all over the room. The kid just wanted to have fun, cause some trouble, and see some half-naked startled girls. Little did he know that Doku was there…

“Let’s get this party started!” – said the twelve year old.

 

[Hotaka Kyo]

Kyo was running late, he knew it as his mission had taken a bit more time than he had expected, but then again he had went a different route than he had expected to originally. The scarred boy wasn’t sure what intentions Miko had with asking him to this part of the city, but it was usually interesting and rarely boring when he spent time with Miko. He had been moving quickly, though on the ground rather than the roofs as he was looking for Miko and didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention when he came down the side of a building, and just encase he was not going to spend any more of his charka. The sector of Cronopolis that he found himself and Miko in was worse than the one he had just come from, “I’ll fix this place too, but one step at a time.” He thought to himself as strode up to where the white haired boy who had been standing in the center of the street, looking for all the world as if he had simply lost his way and wandered accidentally into the bad part of town, though Kyo knew for a fact that that was not the case, of course he didn’t stay there and instead he told him to hurry up and come check something out with him before he headed for a building’s roof. Since Miko was attempting to stay stealthy Kyo formed a series of handseals before fading form sight and following suit running up the side of the building and following Miko, but staying out of sight and not drawing the attention of the people like Miko was doing. But before the scarred boy could make it to Miko as the white-haired one walked along the roof paused just a moment before he knocked a ventilation duct open with a loud noise that echoed around the neighborhood drawing even more attention to them on the roof, though most would only see Miko, “Got to work on that stealth Miko, even if you aren’t on mission.” Kyo thought to himself as he followed Miko’s body into the vent, it was small and Kyo moved through slower than Miko did and he was slow coming through the fork that Miko took only catching up to him when he paused at the vent. He wasn’t sure what Miko was doing as he couldn’t see past the boy well enough to get a good look at the interior, it seemed to be a bar of some kind as he made out a busty woman carrying a tray of drinks, just as he was about to speak the bangs started from Miko’s abilities. “Just starting trouble it seems, can’t argue as I was seriously considering something similar earlier with those guys in that building. Let’s do it.” Shaking his head the boy followed behind Miko, dropping to the ground and landing in a three point stance before standing behind Miko finally getting to see the room and the location for what it was, while Kyo wanted to lower his head and shake it he kept his face stoic and scanned the area, dismissing several of the dancers before his eyes settled on the Blond man sitting at the table as the only real threat, something about him was familiar but Kyo couldn’t place it, not with the reactions that were happening in the bar that he was keeping track of at the same time ready to react to them as needed, he had kept his jutsu up keeping himself from being seen easily and would only drop it once someone approached Miko figuring it had some intimidation factor with doing it that way, though it appeared Miko was simply having fun rather than acting as Kyo had thought they would.

 

[Fuu]

Fuu was nearly half way through his first bottle before the gorgeous woman on stage finished her raunchy tune. Indulging in a wave of soft applause, his reaction far more civilized than most of the hoots and hollers that followed the woman’s performance, he watched with mild interest took a drink and a grag from a slim cigarette. She had an amazing singing voice, though something hauntingly familiar about the woman had put the ANBU on edge early on in the song, the man drinking steadily and ignoring the spikes of concern. He wasn’t here on official business, and for just once in his adult life Fuu wanted to just drink in peace. So, paying no mind to the feelings of deja vu as he downed another glass, pouring himself another drink as the band picked up once again, launching into some smooth brassy music.

Before the stressed man could lift this fresh glass to his lips however, a soft ‘bang!’ resonated throughout the room, shaking the dust loose from the ceiling, causing an explosion of microscopic particles to become visible in whenever the fell into a beam of light. Most patrons were undisturbed, going about drinking and watching the busty women like hawks, though a few looked up and around, confused. Fuu himself set his drink back to the table, glancing around the room with his pale gray eyes. ‘What the fuck was that?’ He wondered, the alcohol seeping into his bloodstream clouding the man’ mind as he searched for the source. He had been to this particular establishment on a few occasions, and never once had there ever been a disturbance. The place was known, in the proper circles, as a hub of nefarious activity, the activities happening behind closed doors providing ample excuse for heavy inner security. While the outside looked rundown, in reality the building was extremely secure, with primitive cameras and armed guards throughout. The building had been renovated years ago with one idea in mind, no man would be able to infiltrate undetected. But then again, who would be stupid enough to one attempt a break in on of the most sordid venues in Kumogakure, aside from military shinobi?

A minute later, Fuu got his answer.

Just as he rose his glass to his lips once again, satisfied that whatever had occurred didn’t affect him, the room lit up with explosions, showering most inside with tiny strips of paper. For a moment, even the hardened ANBU was in shock, the heavy liquor slowing down his reaction time by a few seconds. Blinking away the surprise, his eyes focused on the cause of the disturbance just as the room went bright. The business had procedures in place in case of raids and the like, and it seemed as though this was such a case. An army of lights lit in the ceiling above, illuminating the entire room and revealing the two newcomers and forcing Fuu to slam his sensitive eyes shut. “Let’s get this party started!” The familiar voice rang out through the silence, patron and servers alike focusing on the young boy in the middle of the room. Of course, there was a second boy behind them, but in the shock and awe of the moment the while haired boys dramatic entry was all that was noted by most in the crowd.

All except Fuu. Despite his intoxication, the man spotted Kyo almost instantly, his eyes squinting open slightly and searching almost on instinct upon noting the white haired boy, the two something of a duo in the eyes of the ANBU. Fighting the urge to summon his mask, the man jolted up, jostling the table and tipping one of his bottles in his haste. “You idiots!” He shouted at the duo, striding towards them with anger in his eyes. This was no place for official Shinobi to be, let alone two as ill prepared as these. Before he could make it a few steps, the band began to play once more, drawing his attention and filling the silent room. Confused, the ANBU froze, turning his gaze to the band in the corner as he tried to make sense of what was going on. To his shock, he found each of the four band members with their eyes covered, black cloth pulled tightly around their heads. The woman on the stage had likewise bound her eyes, not even flinching despite the boy’s loud interruption. For a moment, all Fuu could do was gawk, his face unable to mask the confusion in his gaze, his arms sliding from their hidden sleeves in his finely tailored suit. The introduction to the song was much like the first, but almost instantly things took a change for the worse.

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The woman, ignoring her microphone, turned to face in the direction of the boys, the ANBU behind them staring through a haze at her bound face with a look of revelation on his face, unable to utter but a single word. “Hashigaki.” As if on que, the woman opened her mouth, her voice amplified and distorted as it shook the room, blasting like a shockwave and instantly disorienting all the room. Fuu, his equilibrium already compromised by his steady consumption of spirits, rolled backwards, blasted back by the initial shockwave. Sloppily he rolled to his feet, catching himself roughly on a nearby table and trying to take stock of the situation. Despite the bright light in the room, the ANBU was struggling to see anything, his eyes burning as he tried to retain vision. From what he could see most of the patrons had taken to the floor, clutching their ears and squirming in fear, while the bartender and serving girls had all disappeared. The boys, closer to the woman than Fuu, had probably been affected somehow, though in his daze the man was having a hard time locating them. Reaching into his pockets, he donned his leather gloves in haste, all six arms displayed exquisitely in his fine suit. He was going to have to get the boys out, and there was no way he could protect his identity at this point. Lunging at the woman, he slammed to abrupt and surprising stop, the man failing to see the table moored into the floor in front of him. Under her powerful bombardment, the man would be able to launch an accurate ninjutsu attack, and he was unwilling to risk subjecting his favorite establishment a fiery death. Leaping over the table he was blasted back yet again, this time slamming to the ground on his back before struggling to his feet. In the back of his mind, he hoped the boys were running far, far way.

Though he was only about a dozen yards from the woman, the distance might as well have been miles, his sight degrading more and more with each blast of her powerful voice. 'What the hell is going on?' He wondered, shaking his head and trying in vain to regain his focus. 'I haven't drank that much?' As of now the world was a blur, objects from various distances coming in and out of focus on random. What ever was gonna happen, Fuu needed to act fast before he was unable to act at all.

 

[Hotaka Kyo]

The lights tripped on, the music stopped and all attention turned towards the two of them, well mostly towards Miko and his entrance, though Kyo was sure he was seen when the blond haired man he had recognized turned out to be Doku and he was storming towards them shouting idiots as if there was more than one. “Great, any surprise I may have had is gone now.” Kyo thought to himself as he scanned the room before turning his attention to the band that started playing once again, it seemed they were all blindfolded and still serious about their music, at least that was what the scarred boy had thought before he saw Doku looking confused and pulling his other four arms out, which was part of the reason that Kyo had not recognized the man, his suit had hidden them very well. Kyo heard Hashigaki from Doku before the woman opened and let out a sound that shook the foundation of the room with a shockwave that caused Kyo to stumble as it came as a surprise, “Hashigaki, masters of sound, should have studied the blind bastards more.” Was Kyo’s thought as he began a series of handseals, he needed to get out of their blast area, and the easiest way to do that as they were on the ground floor would be to sink into the earth and let it shield him from their main weapon that had knocked most of the patrons to the floor where they clutched their heads, most of them closer than the two were. As they prepared a second blast Kyo sank into the floor beneath them, having finished his jutsu, as he went he pulled ninja wires from his stash of them, expecting to use them to help subdue the woman on stage, unluckily the ground he sank into wasn’t exactly thick. Instead of finding himself in the soft warm embrace of the earth as he had expected, Kyo found himself falling from the ceiling of the establishment’s apparent basement.

The boy dropped from the ceiling, landing on a table amidst a group of people who had a mix between a look of concern and surprise upon their face, “What have I dropped into now?” Kyo wandered as he lashed out about himself with the Ninja wire, not waiting for the men to respond to his presence, half expecting more members of a bloodline to be found in this new area. He did not worry about Doku and Miko, he was sure that they could deal with what was going on up above, his ears rang and his balance wasn’t all back, similar to what happened when he had been hit by a chakra bomb thrown by his little brother, “Probably have a minor concussion.” He thought as he worked the ninja wires about him that he had intended to use on the woman above, his preparations allowing him to seem as if he had intended this course of action rather than it being seen as the accident that it was. It was lucky that he had his tremor sense, it allowed him to ignore what he was seeing and the feeling that it threw at him with no real trouble, which was again thanks to the harsh training he went through compared to 99% of the other academy students.

 

[Kumori]

“It is my time to shine!”

The boy was blind under the covers of his own arrogance. He had blasted his way in in hopes of recognition, but little did he know that the recognition he would get only served to severe his condition regarding the tough entrance. Immediately after his appearance with the initial explosion, all attention was on him. He wanted this, but he wasn’t sure if he would want it anymore, for a few seconds after his feet touched the ground a man shouted “Idiots!”, and Miko was more than sure that the word was aimed at him. At the moment he wasn’t sure if Kyo was actually following him, he was just hoping that he was; nonetheless, he soon got his confirmation.

The room fell silent.

A single six-armed man stood up facing at the duo, and just as he was about to take his first step towards then, the band started playing once again. This confused Miko even more, though it also gave him a sense of relief. Perhaps his mistake wasn’t so big after all. He found himself silently staring at band, dumbfounded at the effect of his entrance.

The party had really just started.

Like a wailing siren, the woman opened her mouth, and with the amplification of a thousand microphones it started with an annoying beep, and ended with a shockwave that sent the boy to the ground. He looked around, trying to decipher what had just happened. Kyo was standing up, already ready to fight.

“The hell is wrong with that chick?!” – the boy thought.

The blonde six-armed man was now running towards the woman, but to Miko it seemed as if he was never going to get to his destination. The woman was too far way, and with each blink, she seemed to be even further away. He just sat, astonished, staring at the woman as she yelled and kept the song of banshees going. There was little he could do; his plan didn’t include attacking some random blind woman. He just wanted to have some fun, and all had taken a turn for the worst. He got Kyo into this. Kyo. Where was Kyo?

Miko looked back, trying to spot his friend, but he was already gone. Kyo was nowhere to be found. He stood up, trying to shake the dizziness out of his face as he looked desperately for his friend. He was gone.

They took him.​

They were going to kill him.​

The woman.​

He had to get rid of the woman.​

“I - will make you go boom!”

The expression on Miko’s face had changed. He was no longer himself, he was mad, and even though his common sense compelled him to cower under a table, he lifted his hands up and then slammed his fists on the ground.

Crack! BANG!

An extremely loud explosion lit the room if only for a second, enveloping the boy in a cloud of grey smoke concealing him for a short amount of time. The controlled explosion went off in the boy’s exact position, imitating that of an enemy, and anyone that watched, uneducated in the art of explosion, would have probably thought it was. The smoke cleared out, and Miko was nowhere to be found; his previous position replaced by a crack on the floor. The crack was not strong enough to bring the floor crumbling into the basement, but it was big enough to be noted by the naked eye.

Miko knew there wasn’t a chance that the blind people could spot him now, his reaction had been too perfect for it. The controlled explosion wasn’t strong, it wasn’t designed to be so, or else it would hurt him instead; the real deal behind it was the shockwave that came with it, a shockwave strong enough to send back a medium-powered ninjutsu, or for that matter- deafen the wailing banshee that thought she was a star. He had made sure to get his timing right; both the genjutsu and the jutsu would go off at about the same time, with merely one or two second difference. This would seem weird to anyone that was watching; having the explosion go off, but not accompanied by sound, instead the sound was delayed two seconds, like the thunder after a lightning. Either way, Miko had hoped it would work, for there was no way back now, he found himself at the back of the room, already hasting the seals of another jutsu.

She had Kyo, or so he thought, and he couldn’t go full offensive if he wanted to find his partner.


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[Fuu]

Crack! BOOM!

Fuu covered his face as the room lit up yet again, the explosion sending a shockwave of force outward from Miko’s location. Slamming his nearly useless eyes shut, the ANBU rushed through a set of handseals, pulling some of the dust out of the air and compacting it with his chakra, forming a small eye in front of him. Instantly, his vision was restored, though the perspective change had always been tricky for the young man. Still, it was better than trying to open his sensitive eyes and with a swivel he focused again on the woman assailing him with sound.

The woman seemed stunned, falling silent a moment after the explosion and tilting her head as if to try and refocus. This was all the oppurtunity the ANBU needed, lunging forward and timing his movements carefully, taking into account the fact that his source of vision was a few feet ahead of him. The band, confused as to why their frontwoman’s singing had ended so abruptly, stopped their song and listened intently, using their powerful hearing to make up for their lack of vision and observing the scene. Luckily for Fuu, there was little they could do to come to her aid from their post in the back of the room, at least not immediately. Clearing the final table between her and him, the ANBU drew his eye back and pounced on the woman just as she dispelled the students Genjutsu. With his Cyrstal Eye, he watched himself deliver a mighty Falcon Punch, the blow landing squarely in her slender belly and expelling the air from her lungs. Mercilessly, he followed the ruthless punch with an powerful strike to the her ear, crushing her eardrum and sending the beautiful woman plummeting to a heap on the ground. For a moment, he glanced down at the woman with regret before snapping the eye towards where Miko and Kyo had been, his body and face still turned towards the band. To his dismay he found only Miko, the wild looking boy having made his way to the back of the brightly lit room.

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Had Fuu imagined the other boy? He didn’t think it logical, despite his intoxication the ANBU had always been keen. Tilting his head back to face the boy for a moment, he peeled his eyes open slightly and squinted at the boy. “Ko, where the fuck is Yo!?” He shouted, just as the band began to move once again, two switching from brass instruments to strange stringed instruments. They didn’t seem overly hostile, but the moment they began to play two doors exploded open, one near the back of the room where Miko stood and the other behind the bar hugging the other wall. Within moments, at least a dozen men in black suits poured out of the doors, eight from behind the bar and the remaining four through the other. Each looked nearly identical, dressed in fine black suits and ties with dark sunglasses covering their angry eyes. All were armed with short blades, the sharp metal glistening in the bright light of the room. They had kicked the hornets nest, but Fuu couldn’t help but wonder where the rest of the gang was. The ANBU had expected much more resistance, even though the dozen armed men still made for a formidable force.

With a heavy sigh, Fuu sucked in a deep breath, tilting his head upwards and expelling a power gust of air at the ceiling. The force was enough to shatter a circle of the bulbs that dangled from the ceiling above, dimming the room considerably and significantly reducing the strain on the man’s damaged eyes. Opening them fully once again he glared at the men in black, straightening up and taking a few steps back toward Miko, stopping about half way and turning to glance at the boy. “Well shit,” he muttered, his voice slurring slightly as he took in the scene. They were surrounded on both sides, the wall Miko hugged the only unmanned direction. “Where the fuck is Yo?” He repeated, struggling to imagine where the boy could have gone. The building only had two floors that he knew of, Fuu having caught a glance of the stairs going up from behind the bar on one of his occasional visits. But where had the other four men come from? Turning towards the other door, the one nearest the familiar student, he glowered at the men in front of him with all six arms drawn back in a fierce stance.

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Kyo was having his own problems. Large bills flew everywhere as the boy landed roughly on the table, the heavy student smashing through the ornate wood and landing roughly on the floor, Ninja wire drawn and prepared despite his surprise. This would prove to serve him well, the group of men glaring at him in surprise only hesitating for a moment before lunging at the boy, their rage apparent on their faces. One of the three drew a pair of short blades, while the other two simply pounced at the boy with their fists drawn back back. With one fluid motion Kyo danced to side, wrapping the wire around one man’s arm before driving a brutal kick into the others groin. Without pausing as the first man dropped, the stalwart boy tightening the wire and yanked the man around him, using the momentum of his kick to swing the man face first into the solid wall, knocking him out cold. Loosening the wire from the thug’s limp arm, the boy turned to face his remaining foe, his face calm and calculating at the final man charged forward, a warcry on his lips as he stabbed at the boy. Holding the wire out in front of him like a web, Kyo caught the blade and twisted his hand, pulling the first dagger from the surprised man’s hand and sending it bouncing off the wall before clattering to the ground. Without letting the man react, the student juked in, unleashing a volley of brutal jabs to the mans midsection before dropping him with a wicked uppercut.

Pausing for a moment to catch his breath, the boy assessed the small room. There was a single door leading out, the white walls barren except for a small ventilation shaft. Chances were, Kyo would be able to squeeze out through it, but that would be difficult depending on the boys moral. Scattered all across the room were large stacks of yen, a small pile of heavy coin pouches sitting in a heap on the remains of the table Kyo had crash landed on. If the boy decided to stuff his pockets, he would be forced to exit through the door, where he would be met by six surprised thugs standing guard in a fairly ornate lounge room, complete with a koi pond and couches. The men were all gathered around the only other visible door, a heavy metal thing which would lead to the stair well, stairs going both up and down in the hall outside. Four were armed with short swords the other two holding light crossbows and all were staring intently at the door, the sounds of crashing and loud music echoing from behind the thick metal.

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Despite the severity of the situation, the buzzed man could help but smirk at the crew assembled around him. Gesturing casually at the four between him and the door, he grinned devilishly at the finely dressed thugs. “Well c’mon then,” He said over the loud music, his low voice carrying over the guitar riffs that flooded the room, emboldening all combatants with it’s sound. “I’ll have you and your girlfriends.” Without hesitation, two surged forward, blades poised and ready to strike as they charged. Lunging between them, Fuu drove his lowest of arms into their stomachs, lifting them up and slamming them to the ground, the ANBU catching himself with his top arms and executing a smooth hand spring before and striding towards the other two, his eyes alive with the thrill of combat. Hopefully Miko would be able to distract the eight men on their left flank, the ANBU was confident the boy’s affinity with explosions and distractions would prove useful. For a moment, his mind flashed back to the scene in the Ancient Forest, the massive trees shaking under the might of the boys explosion. The had been some time ago, and Fuu had no doubt the boy had honed his skills since.

Returning his focus to the task on hand, the man spun lightly on his heel, delivering a mighty back hand to the face of one man before lurching deftly to the side, avoid the jab of sharp metal from his comrade. With a simple adjustment he locked the remaining man’s blade arm and tightening, driving his knee up into his ribs and pulling the arm roughly out of his socket. With a quick snap kick the man was down, leaving the duo an easy path to both the street door and the mysterious side door. Sprinting to the door the men had appeared from, he glanced inside, staring down the dimly lit stairwell and listening intently. From where he was standing, the sounds of the main largely mask most noise, but the sharp man figured the only way Kyo could have gone was down. Without bothering to turn back and check on the other boy, he simply whistled sharply before rushing through the door, making his way down the stairs in a hurry. If Kyo was down here, the ANBU needed to get him out. If detained, the student would most certainly die, but not before being subjected to Raiden only knew what.

[MFT]

 

[Kumori]

He had been successful, the woman was surprised not just by the sudden explosion coming from the boys position, but by the shockwave it sent on her way deafening her for a couple of seconds. It was enough, Miko had to get out, he had to get back, and he knew this. The boy leaped back, and almost immediately the blonde six-armed man rushed forward, unleashing hell upon the singing woman. A punch, a kick; and she was out cold. Doku was having some difficulties with his eyes, it was becoming apparent to Miko, and if he knew… the others would too.

“Ko, where the fuck is Yo!?”- Doku said.

“Who the hell is Ko?” – Miko replied

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last in this position. He hadn’t been prepared to take on the woman, and his trick would only work once. If there were other blind people out there, he was doomed; they would have other tricks apart from the shockwave, and the others would probably be even worse. Doku was there, but how much help could a near-blind man be? His six arms wouldn’t do much if he didn’t know where he was punching.
Steps.

There were a lot of steps. All around Miko could hear them, to his right, his left, more were coming, and they were coming fast. He didn’t have any time to think, and so the boy did the only thing that he knew how to do in these kinds of situations. He had finished his handseals while Doku was taking care of the woman, he had his retreat ready if anything were to happen, now it was time to take the offensive (chewing clay). Offence is the best defense, some would say, and to Miko, the same applied to offence. His best offence was his defense; he didn’t have tough skin like Kyo, he couldn’t punch as fast as Doku, but he could make anything that came in his direction explode.

The lights went out, the room was dark, and a dozen men surrounded the pair, each wielding a short sword. Doku stepped closer to Miko, and again he asked for Ko.

“Does he mean Kyo?”- Miko thought, it being the only possible explanation.

“Kyo? I don’t know… He was with me.”

“Well c´mon then.”

Two of the men on the right charged towards Doku, and the blonde man charged back, grounding them with a flurry of punches. He lifted them in the air with his mighty arms and then slammed them back on the ground; there was no way they could get up now. Their backs were possible broken from the impact; the remaining two men stayed on the back, looking at their companions getting destroyed. They were about to charge. On the other hand, Miko stood alone, about five meters away from Doku, who already had his hands full.

Eight men were on Miko’s side. How could he possibly take them out, it was impossible for a boy his age. What was the ANBU thinking? There was no room for lament though, he had to act, and he had to do it fast. The boy extended his right arm, his palm showing the opened mouth already vomiting a blob of clay; his left hand behind his back, with the mouth opened as well.

“What? Scared of a child!?” – Miko said in an attempt to get the group’s attentuon, but at the same time starting a monologue to buy some time. The big clay blob touched the ground, and his left hand had finished vomiting the rest. The boy jolted both hands forward and rushed another set of handseals; it was show time. He couldn’t keep them waiting, but most importantly, he, himself, couldn’t wait any longer. This was a dangerous situation, but it was just what he wanted; it was fun, and perfect to practice for his genin exam. The big blob in front of him would begin taking the shape of a lizard, slightly higher than a crocodile, but with a shorter tail. The blobs in his back would instantly turn into six birds the size of eagles, and the six of them would begin flying towards the ceiling in between Miko and the eight men. He knew what he was about to do was dangerous, and he wasn’t sure it would be the best course of action; but it was the only thing he could do to keep the bigger group from getting Doku from behind. In two seconds he had his handseals ready, and had already crouched. He touched the ground with his palm, and then leaped back a couple of meters, landing just three meters away from Doku. The adrenaline kept him from viewing the events as real, it felt, instead, as if he was in a dream. His body felt light, and his movements were fast but weak.

Miko didn’t lose one second. In the air he followed with his handseals, and upon reaching the ground he was only missing one. He had practiced this many times; he had seen this very outcome many times. The sequence was already implanted on his mind. With his right hand he had created the lizard, which hopefully would give his attacked second thoughts on rushing him. With his left hand, he had let out half a dozen explosive birds that would target the ceiling in between him and his attackers; if the group decided to charge towards him, the birds would detonate, hopefully bringing down the roof on top of them. On the ground he had scribed a seal that would hopefully detonate if any of his enemies got close enough, but instead of an explosion the seal was infused with a fire-ball (that would also explode upon contact). Finally, after leaping back he had finished the handseals necessary to summon a Stone Golem.

Two seconds after landing, only six and a half seconds after the start of the sequence, another loud bang was heard. Large pieces of stone would start falling in the floor and rolling around, bumping each other eventually and forming what looked like a two-meter high rock humanoid. Upon completion, the golem would charge towards the group of eight men.

“Be careful.” – Miko thought. “Everything explodes.”

[spoilername="Jutsu"]http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=150436#p150436

• Right hand blob: Kamikaze Bomber
• Left hand birds: Ceramic Terrorism
• Seal on the ground: Combustive Seal with Fireball
• Rock Golem

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[spoilername="Notes"]

• Kamikaze Bomber in the form of a crocodile in front of Miko. If they charge, the crocodile charges towards them and explodes. (Explosion 4 sqm.)
• Ceramic Terrorism in the form of half a dozen eagles. The eagles latch to the ceiling in between Miko and the attackers. If they charge, other than the explosion from the crocodile, the bombs on the ceiling would hopefully bring down the roof.
• Seal on the ground: There is a chance for it to activate, sending the fireball towards them like those traps in Skyrim. (The fireball explodes upon contact because im toujigikou and Fire and Earth explodes.)
• The Rock Golem was main form one of the walls, so if the place might be a little unstable now. >.> If successful.
• The first set of handseals he did at the end of the previous post were for Burst of Confetti (Auto-dodge). I don't know if it requires hand-seals or not... soo... yeah.

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[[[OOC: Sorry for crappy post >.> Just wanted to get it out there.]]]

 

[Hotaka Kyo]

The three men had stood no chance, his intended use of the ninja wire was instead turned to address the new situation he found himself in, and even the drawing of the short blades by the third man hadn’t helped them. He had struck out as the opportunities presented themselves, glad for the training that he had endured that lead him to the position that he now held over the three defeated men. He waited for several moments after taking down the three, expecting a group to rush into the room from the only door to see what was going on. When no group showed Kyo took a moment to tie the men with the ninja wire, he would not want them to rise and attack him from behind, and securing them meant that they could not warn others, even if the loudness of the fight hadn’t attracted them that didn’t mean there was not other ways for them to do so. He hog tied all three of them and stuffed their mouths with their own socks and tied them in place as well, it should keep them from making noise or getting out. One last moment he took to tie them all together so that they could not move more than a foot away from each other, the three facing out as if forming a three point shuriken.

The white walls were barren and had only a small ventilation shaft, while he might be able to squeeze through the fit would be tight and restrict him severely, likely to the point he would not be able to perform handseals if he needed to, which meant that the door was really the only real choice if he wanted to keep all his capabilities at his beck and call. The room had large stacks of yen, heavy coin pouches were sitting in a heap where the broken table was located and for a moment the thought crossed his mind of taking it, after all whatever they were doing wasn’t going to be legal, and they didn’t need it. But Kyo dismissed the thought after only a small consideration, it would be a distraction and if he wanted to clear this place out he could not indulge in theft at the moment, especially not with Doku up in the room above, he was sure that the man would catch him, and he knew all too well the punishment for theft from his families training, especially the punishment for theft being caught by one of the ANBU. With all thought of the Yen pushed from his mind the boy turned once again to the door, it was the only real choice of leaving the room in a manner that did not make him vulnerable. With that decided Kyo stood before the door, reaching out with his tremor sense to get a feel of what to expect behind the door, he could feel the crashing and explosions from the room above them, and from the hallway, and every now and then he could feel the scuffing of boots on the carpet. He would need to protect himself from the thugs that no doubt lay beyond the door, at least four of them and the best way to do this was with one of the family techniques, something that would make him able to withstand attacks better, with a series of handseals he finished his jutsu, and his skin started to solidify into dense, hardened rock that would provide an effective defense against whatever his enemies could throw at him. Of course with all things there was a tradeoff, as it would slow him down some and effect his ability to dodge as effectively, but the defense had always been worth it.

Kyo opened the door cautiously and as quietly as he could, looking in he found he was looking at a room with a Koi pond and couches, most of it ornate and obviously expensive. The men were all gathered at the only other door, a large heavy metal one that would lead to up and out of the building, which meant that they were all standing between him and his exit. “Not a good place for you to be.” Kyo reached into one of the belt pouches he kept and pulled two stun grenades from them, he was always prepared for a mission, even when he was simply attending the academy, part of his training was to always be ready and it had paid off in nearly every situation he had found himself. The men were all armed, four with swords and two which had crossbows, the sounds of crashing and loud music echoing from behind the door drawing their attention and likely what had caused them to not notice Kyo’s unexpected entrance behind them. Pulling the pins on the two stuns he hucked them at the six men gathered at the other end of the hall way before pulling mini chakra bombs, priming them and hucking them as well, he followed after them knowing that there would still be men there, but with the explosions and disorientation of the stun grenades he figured he could handle whoever was still standing.
[spoilername="Jutsu"]http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=160603#p160603
Tetsukawa (R1)[/spoilername]

[spoilername="Items"]http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?p=160598#p160598
Two Stun Grenades and Two Micro Chakra bombs thrown at the group. The Chakra Bombs are fully primed for 665 Charka[/spoilername]

[spoilername="Notes"]Used four of my eight ninja wire to tie up and together, ask me if you need any clarification on what I'm doing.[/spoilername]

 

[Fuu]

As the ANBU dispatched the men between him and the doors, Miko set to work, his hands regurgitating thick clay as the remaining thugs gawked. These were not shinobi, only hired muscle kept around intimidation, and the well dressed men had never seen anything like the clay beasts that were now in front of them. Almost timidly, a few of the braver souls charged forward only to be blasted back as the massive clay lizard charged, exploding loudly and shaking the room. The boy himself landed lightly against the wall, slapping the heavy concrete structure and conjuring a gollem from within. The wall crumbled apart, reforming in chunks into a large behemoth of stone, the thick figure standing guard in front of Miko, and just in time. The fierce eagles that hovered above flew upwards in unison, slamming into the ceiling and exploding on impact, sending the thugs who were still stand rolling to the ground for cover. The heavy cement building seemed to groan for a moment, dust and stone raining down on the room as cracks raced across the high ceiling.

Only halfway down the stairs, Fuu heard the familiar cracks and pops of a collapse in progress, one arm snapping out and gripping the rail, jutting the tall man to an abrupt stop. Leaping backwards, he rolled deftly across the floor and leapt to his feet, steadying himself against the the wall before sprinting through back through the door. Miko, apparently realizing the danger he was in, rose a single finger towards the ceiling, his Earth Gollem obeying installing and raising its arms, bracing against the heavy ceiling even as more cracks began to form. “MOVE!” Fuu shouted, extending and arm towards the boy as he lunged forward, black circles spreading and orbiting around his exposed skin. With each use, his seal was becoming easier and easier to release, a thought that both excited and concerned the young man. It was times like these he was thankful for the curse, the instant boost in speed allowing him to reach the boy in the blink of an eye, pushing him roughly towards the door as he shot a quick look at the thugs and the damage. The bar had been ruined, heavy tables lay shattered and in disarray, thugs and patrons alike scattered prone across the floor. The band, sensing the danger, had already begun to pack away their instruments, hustling wordless out of the door behind the bar and casually shutting it behind them.

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Meanwhile, a smaller series of explosions was happening on the floor below. At the sound of the first capsules hitting the floor, the guards turned in confusion, surprised that anyone had managed to get behind them. Almost on instinct, one of the crossbows discharged, its bolt flying true and striking the approaching threat. Of course, the projectile was no match for Kyo’s stone skin, the bolt bouncing harmlessly off of his armor like skin just as a flash of light and sound filled the room, blinding all but the student himself. Before they could even cover their faces, the chakra bombs detonated, sending four of the six men crashing into walls and rolling across the floor in agony. The remaining two thugs were little match for Kyo, the boy clearing the gap between them in mere moments and disabling both with a few quick jabs. The room began to rumble as he threw the door open, stepping into the dim stairwell just as the loudest crash of all happened above, showering the student in small ceiling fragments. A thick cloud of dust rolled down the stairs through the door above, dimming the lights significantly as it shrouded the room in dirt.

Before Kyo could react, two loud thuds resounded from atop the stairs, the unidentified objects leaving a wake of dust as they tumbled down the stairs before landing in a heap on the floor in front of the stone skinned boy.

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“Damnit...” Fuu growled, sitting up and kicking Miko’s prone body off of his leg. Slowly, he unbuttoned his suit, reaching a hand slowly into his shirt and pulling it away bloody. “My fucking stitches!” The man’s recent stomach wound had torn open slightly, exposing a small patch of raw flesh. Standing slowly to his feet, he sucked in a deep breath before expelling another Wind Release, clearing the air around them and shedding light on the situation. To his surprise, he found Kyo standing in front of him, the boy looking no worse for wear despite the small pile of bodies visible through the door behind him. Glancing down, he surveyed Miko, the boy bleeding from a scrape on his forehead but otherwise fine. Compared to Fuu and Miko, Kyo was still looked fresh and ready for a fight, aside from the layer of dirt that now covered him. With a scowl, Fuu stepped over the white haired boy, shaking dust out of his own hair as he walked to the other end of the hall, glancing down the next flight of stairs before returning to the boys.

“This isn’t the place for me to kick your asses.” He muttered with a growl, looking down at both boys with a hand pressed against his now bloodsoaked white shirt. “This is my best fucking suit!” Grimacing in pain, the ANBU leaned against a wall, staring at the two boys with a mix of disbelief and outright rage. Holding his hands out in front of him, he looked from Miko to Kyo expectantly, his face tight and his skin pale. His curse seal had retracted once again, leaving the already weakened man feeling queasy and light headed. Still, he had to focus on getting the three of them out, hopefully without witnesses. Fuu wasn’t sure what he was going to do to the boys as of yet, but he couldn’t worry about that now. Still, one question just had to be asked. “Just what the actual fuck were you thinking!?”

At the bottom of the stairs was their only option, the door above sealed off with the rubble of the partially collapsed bar. What lay behind the door below was anybody’s guess, but one way or another they would have to get through. ‘We don’t want to be here when the ANBU show up.’ He thought, the irony escaping him in his haggard state.

Spoiler

Fuu popped astral and shoved Miko towards the door, I faded to black on the actual escape. Needless to say, we made it through the door in the knick of time, rolling down through the dust to land at the bewildered Kyo's feet.

 

[Hotaka Kyo]

The surprise he had on the men was amplified by his use of the items he had brought along, he always kept himself ready for situations, and now he was glad he had done so. The minor strike he had taken was not something that had been serious thanks to his training, but that didn’t mean it was acceptable to let a non-trained man such as that land a blow on him, he was going to need to work on his agility so that it didn’t happen again. With the six men dealt with there was little left for Kyo to do down here, it was time to go up and help the others, “While they should be fine together, the fact that they are dealing with a band of the blind ones is troubling.” He thought to himself as he threw open the door and started on his way, he was quickly interrupted by fragments of the ceiling that was preceded ever so slightly by the sound of a blast and followed by a large cloud of dust that rolled into the room from the door open to the room above. He watched as two figures rolled down the stairs and landed before him, it was a moment before he recognized them as Doku and Miko, the former which kicked the latter off of him before opening his suit up and pulling away a bloody undershirt and complaining about the stitches he apparently had on his stomach. The man didn’t let it stop him and stepped up clearing the area around them with a technique that Kyo wasn’t privy to before he looked to Miko before giving him a scowl as he moved to the end of the hallway and returning to them. “Let me stop the bleeding.” Kyo said as the man returned before listening to him tell them this wasn’t the place to kick their asses, he was holding his hand against the blood-soaked shirt and complaining about the fact that his best suit was ruined, something Kyo wouldn’t understand as it was simply clothing and of no real importance. The boy channeled chakra into his hands and moved to apply them in the same general area that Doku was bleeding, it wasn’t the strongest of medical treatments, but it was designed to stop bleeding in the field, and seeing as that is exactly the problem Doku was having it would help till the man could get his stitches redone by a proper medic. The man would feel the chakra working at his body, causing the blood flow to slow and eventually stop as it streamed from the boys hands into the man.

When the man demanded to know what they were thinking by doing what they had Kyo thought fast, he knew that a proper answer as needed and he didn’t want to leave it up to Miko, not when he had an idea of how to play this instead. “It’s my fault, I was conducting recon on a known group of thieves and their compound in another part of Chronopolis, we followed one that I believe to be the leader to this location and we intended to apprehend him and his contacts to bring him to justice. I have a snapshot of the man, their base and the stolen goods.” Kyo looked to Miko before turning back to Doku after he said what he had to say, while not a complete lie, it was stretching the truth a good bit, he followed the man’s gaze to the door at the end of the other room and looked to the others once more, “Are you feeling up to moving?” he asked.

 

[Kumori]

The world felt like a dream as the events unfolded before his eyes. With a loud band, a flash, and a cloud of dust, it marked the ending of yet another battle. This had by far evolved from the child-play the twelve year old had expected, and now the event had gotten out of hand; his next specific actions placed him atop a thread that marked the line between life and death.

The men divided in groups of two, the first group charging although frightened, only to be blasted back by Miko’s creations. It was evident they didn’t expect that outcome, and the plain fact that they were defeated as easily as with that simple jutsu the boy had designed as a mere precaution only served to boost his confidence even more. He wasn’t himself at the moment, and although he was aware, for he had already met his resident, he wasn’t in complete control of his body. Genkaku was the mastermind behind the outcome of the conflict, but not for long would he stay; his time was running out. The second group of attacked stayed in position, where the roof went down on top of them along with a set of explosions. The seal hadn’t been activated yet, and the golem was already out there.

The top floor crashed on top of the attackers, and among them – Miko. If it were not for the golem’s intervention he would have been crushed as well. The golem was not strong enough, and could only protect the boy for a couple of seconds; enough time for Doku to jump in and save him from a terrible death. With an amazing display of actions, the ANBU jumped in, grab Miko with two of his six arms, and then carried him in a dance-like fashion towards the only safe spot – down the stairs.

The world appeared to be dark for a few seconds due to the huge amount of dust that had accumulated in the room from the partial collapse of the top floor. It was only the beginning though; everything was just about to go down. Amazingly, Kyo was there, standing astounded by the fact that the duo had just crashed at his feet. The group was finally back together, but their bad luck had not ended yet. Genkaku’s will became weak.

“We have to get out of here!” – Miko said with a terrified look on his face. “The – the golem.” – he paused for a second, catching his breath. “My chakra is too unstable…” – He did his best to explain as the other were talking about something else, not paying any attention to whatever he was saying.

Doku was furious; standing up and yelling at them as his rage finally caught up to him. Kyo was trying to explain why they were there; an answer Miko could not give – he just wanted to stretch his chakra somewhere it would not cause meaningful damage. It was true that they had to get out of there as soon as possible, and there were two reasons behind this, as Miko knew. The first reason was that the ANBU would show up sooner or later. The second reason was that the golem Miko had just created was one of his most unstable experiments, and was about to out with a bigger boom than the lizard or the eagle. They were about to experience a bigger show than was expected, and they were at the center of it. If the golem exploded, it was big enough to bring whatever was left of the second floor crashing down to the, trapping them and impeding an escape. The ANBU would find them. They had to get out.

“Forget the wounds for a second!”- he started to scream, terrified and ashamed of the fact that he had just screwed up big time. “We have to get out!”

 

[Fuu]

As Kyo patched Fuu up the best of his abilities, Miko rambled for a moment about his chakra and instability before trailing off, seemingly incoherent. Whatever was going on with the boy warranted looking into, but now was hardly the time for a mental check up. Kyo spoke, as usual the boy’s tone businesslike and his face serious. The ANBU listened without a word, glaring down at the duo with a look of extreme agitation plastered across his face. “It’s my fault, I was conducting recon on a known group of thieves and their compound in another part of Chronopolis, we followed one that I believe to be the leader to this location and we intended to apprehend him and his contacts to bring him to justice. I have a snapshot of the man, their base and the stolen goods.” As he spoke, more dust fell from the ceiling, marking yet another collapse upstairs. Despite himself, the man couldn’t help but hear the reason in the student’s words, the logic behind his actions was sound, at least barring further investigation. Still, their execution one have received a failing grade, had this been an examination. “Are you feeling up to moving?” Resisting the urge to spit a glob of his signature brand of mucus on the floor, Fuu simply nodded and gestured to Miko. “Heal your friend’s scrape and let’s-”

“Forget the wounds for a second!” Miko screamed, terror seeping into his words and eyes as if finally realizing the gravity of the situation.“We have to get out!” For a moment, Fuu just started at him in bewilderment, trying to ascertain the source of the boys panic. Sure, they were underground in a sordid establishment with a broken building above them and Shinobi on the way, but the ANBU was confident the thugs who ran the bar above would certainly have a back exit. Waving a hand in dismissal, he gave the boys one more cursory glance before spinning on his heel and making for the stairs. “Come on then, I’ll deal with you when we get out of here.” His buzz for the still going strong, the man began hopping lightly down the stairs, continueing his speech as he took the steps four at a time. “You boys are lucky I don’t just turn you over to my-”

KABOOM!

For the second time the ANBU’s dry voice was interupted, this time by what sound of the biggest explosion yet. In a blink, Fuu found himself once again at the bottom of the stairs, the time with both boys adding to the heap. Springing to his feet, the man rushed through a set of handseal, the room air around him a mess of dirt in debris. With all six arms, he smashed into the metal door, his Explosive Touch jutsu blasting the door inwards and into the room. Without hesitation the man leapt into the room after it, rolling lightly to his feet and surveying the room. Within seconds the landing hall they had just occupied was filled with rubble, the mighty release of unstable chakra shaking the foundation of the building and bringing the weight of two floors into the basement. Luckily for them, the destruction was isolated to the area behind them, the stairs having lead down and out rather then directly below the basement.

The room they found themselves in was the finest yet, the plush red carpet muffling their landings and dirty footsteps. The walls contained numerous paintings of all different sizes, some framed in gold and others in heavy iron. In the center of the room was a massive bed, complete with tapestry and huge pillows. The room was apparently vacant, though a cigarette smoldered in an ashtray on the bedstand and the covers appeared to have been thrown aside in haste. Whoever had been napping, or otherwise, in the middle of the day had somehow escaped the room. Swiveling to check on the boys, the ANBU found himself reaching for his cigarette tin before thinking better of it. He knew of more than one Inuzuka that haunted the streets behind armored Dog masks, and by now his distinctive blend of tobacco had already drawn comment from one of the bolder of the group. Though not many of his comrades spoke to the private man, Fuu had always distrusted the hounds, their stares and sniffs almost invasive to the shrouded ANBU.

“Alright, spread out and leave as little trace as possible.” Glancing at his feet, he glowered at the dust covering him from head to toe. They would certainly be leaving a trail, which most any Shinobi could easily follow. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed the dust from his eyes before striding over the bed stand, searching for anything that might hint at an exit. Pulling open the drawer, he sucked in a surprised breath, his grey eyes lighting up for a moment as he reverently reached inside, procuring a heavy bag of a green, leafy substance. Tucking it calmly into one of his hidden sleeves, he gave the drawer one more once over before turning back to the boys. “Actually, fuck that. Take anything of worth, we’re burning this place down on the way out.” Striding over to a tall nearby bookshelf, he stared at it for a moment before tipping it over, sending it crashing to the floor. Staring in dismay at the blank wall, the man cursed his inability to use his new eyes. “Damn Byakugan...” He muttered, cursing his eyes under his breath as he assessed the room. With his recent brush in with death, and Yuuto's startling revelations, the ANBU had found himself questioning his duty more and more. In his eyes, the boys had actually done the village a service, leveling one of the bastions for organized crime in Kumogakure. Of course, their superiors would never see it that way, likely punishing the student's instead of rewarding them. In the back of his mind, Fuu hoped he would have a chance to speak with the boys, under less hectic pretenses. They had potential, though Miko needed some looking into. The ANBU wanted to make sure these boy's grew up right, and not into some wild scoundrels or worse, mindless drones under the control of the village.

Little did he know that behind one of ornate paintings hid a tunnel, chiseled through the rock and leading for nearly a hundred yards of darkness before opening up in the sewers below Kumogakure. It was wide enough for a grown man to crawl through, though whether someone would dare to weather the stench and darkness was another story.

 

[Kumori]

Chaos.

Everywhere, explosions were heard from the top floor, echoing with a deafening might through the stairs and across the room where the group was situated. It had been his fault, and his fault alone, a major screw up that would take him from the top to the bottom, in a mirror display to his actions. Dust filled the room enveloping them in a green and gray cloud, producing coughs. They had to get out of there, and they had to do it fast. Fuu knew this, being an ANBU, he was accustomed to those kinds of situations. He knew exactly what to do; he opened a path for the boy to reach safety. Miko and Kyo had another day to live.

The ANBU, in a swift motion, rushed to the other side of the room as the particles of dust first appeared. Like the body’s reflection to avoid harm, he tackled the door with the help of his six arms, and in a moment, with another explosion, the door was open and crashing to the other side. The room where the group had landed was different than the others on another level, it was decorated with impressive expensive-looping carpets, fur-cloaks, and beautiful painting with golden frames.

“Alright, spread out and leave as little trace as possible.”- the ANBU said.

“As little trace? There is no trace to cover…” – Miko thought, his greedy sense taking over as he stared pale-faced at the gold-framed paintings. He wanted to take them, he wanted to take everything; five minutes scavenging in that room and he would be rich. He would be able to leave the Tanaka residence and buy a house of his own, for himself and his brother. Almost immediately after Doku opened a cabinet, he seemed to spot something of importance. –“Actually, fuck that. Take anything of worth, we’re burning this place down on the way out.”

He had made Miko’s life a little easy. Even though he didn’t say a thing due to the fact that he was still embarrassed of his screw up, his face lit up as he listened to Doku’s words. Immediately the boy charged towards the walls were the paintings where located, and with a jump he grabbed one of the ones with the golden frames and threw it down, breaking the frame and liberating the canvas.

“Who cares about the frame?! This painting is worth millions!” – the boy recognized the painting as one that he had read about in the book about his clan. It portrayed a dying wooden humanoid, decorated with flowers, and in the background it was evident it was the very image of fall season. On the bottom right, there was the message “when the tall ones fall”, with no signature included. Miko rolled the painting and then stuffed it on the back of his pants, hiding it with his cape and hoodie.

"Well?"

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IF THE GROUP DECIDES TO GO THROUGH THE SMELLY TUNNEL​

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Miko stood silent for a moment, thinking on what to do. The smell. The rancid smell made it all the way to his brain, almost killing all the sense left in him. There was no other choice though, although he hoped there was away... and he hoped they would find it as soon as possible. If he were to crawl into the smelly tunnel, he would never forgive himself; after all - it was his fault.

There was no other way though.

Miko was the first to head in, cursing his wretched fate.

 

[Hotaka Kyo]

The scarred boy had listened to Miko freak out as he screamed and yelled, he didn’t understand any more than Fuu did about what he was panicking about. As he had stepped off to move to follow Doku as Miko had effectively turned down healing he had been offering. The ANBU told them that he would deal with them when they got out of there, property damage, possible killings upstairs, there was plenty to punish them for. As they were heading down the stairs he spoke of perhaps turning them over to his superiors, or at least that is who Kyo assumed he was referring to before Doku was so rudely interrupted by the explosion that shook the building, it was perhaps the largest of them yet and knocked Kyo from this feet as the step he had been fixing to land on was no longer in the same spot, instead he stepped into plain air and began to fall. He tumbled down with Miko, Doku wasted no time as he sprung up and went through the door utilizing more explosive jutsu, “That has gone so well for us so far.” Kyo thought warily to himself as the door was smashed into the room followed by Doku. The boy followed the man closely, not as quick but was far quicker than a normal would have been. The hallway they had just left collapsed behind them, filling the area with dust and rubble, the best luck of the group so far was that the way it had been built it seemed this room lead off past the building and thus was not directly below the rest of what had fallen down from the explosion and collapsing building.

The room they found themselves in was quickly scanned, it was well off, beautiful plush red carpet, paintings on the walls framed in gold and iron, a massive bed that had its own tapestry and pillows the size of Kyo’s body. The room was vacant, but Kyo noticed even with the dirt and previous ruckus that there was a burning cigarette, attesting to a hasty retreat. As he doubted any of the thugs he had beaten upstairs, “Who are all crushed under tons of rock and debris”, lived in this room that meant there was another way out. It seemed Doku was reaching for something before deciding against it, It was then that he told them to leave as little trace as possible, Kyo prepared to obey the command, he didn’t want his aura and presence connected with the destruction of a building, it would eventually come back to bite him in the ass.

Kyo set his mind working on a path through the room that would allow him to do as instructed as Doku simply strode about the room searching the drawer next to the bed, he took something from it before telling to take anything of worth before burning they would burn the place down on their way out. He had planned on leaping to the bed, attaching to the upper frame before leaping to check whichever side of the room that Doku had not, but with the new development it meant that he no longer needed to, Doku of course tossed down the bookcase, the first place that Kyo would have searched as well before muttering something under his breath that Kyo did not get. In the meantime Miko had been busy taking a painting from the wall, one of the gold rimmed ones, he rolled it up before stuffing it in to the back of his pants behind his cape and hoodie.

Meanwhile Kyo stood perfectly still his hands and arms outstretched concentrating, if there was an easy way out then he would find it, he sent out small bursts of chakra that resonated with his surroundings, they brought back information that he interrupted by utilizing his training with feeling the slightest vibrations in the air or ground. It was a unique ability that he had developed, one that allowed him to collect information about this surroundings that would otherwise be unattainable. After he had collected the information he took from a side pouch a sheet of vellum and concentrated before handing it to Doku and nodding towards one of the painting, “We go that way.” He said simply indicating the tunnel hidden behind the painting with his index finger. The three of them would have to crawl through the sewers, likely they would end up smelling worse than a great deal of the city did, but then again it was their only path to freedom. The area behind them had been collapsed and while there was a few small pockets were it hadn’t collapsed completely they offered no way out for any of the three. The map that Kyo had given Doku showed that there was a small safe kept behind the tapestry, something that he might wish to investigate before they moved on.

[spoilername="Mapout"]Name of Jutsu: Mapout

CRPJ's Effect: This jutsu will reveal stationary, inanimate objects and building layouts. It is used to provide Kyo with a map of his surroundings. The use of chakra pulses combined with his tremor sense to interpret them allows him to map out his surroundings.[/spoilername]

[spoilername="Drawout"]Name of Jutsu: Drawout

CRPJ's Effect: This justu is an advancement from the Map Out technique, allowing Kyo to put the information down on paper in an instant so that it can be documented and shared with others with ease. It also allows Kyo to avoid having to write out the required information on a form or in a report by putting it all in at once. This can be used for anything that would require writing and drawing.[/spoilername]

 

[Kumori]

[Left for innactivity. Will re-join if the others come back.]