Hidden Mist Village--Taken For the Federation.

[Chaos Reclaimer]

Tiburon watched Enki and grinned devilishly. The fox was as much a trickster as his patron it seemed. Knowingly he would nod slightly as Enki explained what to do. He was all too prepared for what was to come. As soon as Enki started to run, so did Tiburon. Sliding his hand under the bowl deftly as he turned to leave, not forgetting to give one of the patrons a good swift kick to the shin to hinder his pursuit. He heartily laughed as they barreled away, quickly leaving their pursuers behind. "Whew!" He huffs as he stops to look back over his shoulder. They had lost them in the mist. A small, devious chuckle escaped Tiburon's lips as he thought of the accomplishment. Then he wondered if Enki would want the other bowl aswell.  

[Drago_the_Blackrose]

Yesterday the boy of sand had found himself here now. Satsuri. HE was always discarded as just a boy. He wasn't as talented as the rest of the ninjas. They didn't want him. They just wanted him to go home. He wasn't ready to play with the big boys. Satsuri was in sad shape when he came home. Satsuri had left his village along time ago once the team disbanded. He found himself laying in Hidden in Mist trying just trying to build up his tolorance of hurting other people. He figured that hurting people and allowing the blood to run through his his sand... But he just couldn't. Maybe they were right. Mabe he was still just a kid. Maybe this wasn't his battle. Maybe this was there battle.

"I am not just a kid. I am not just sand. I am Satsuri...well I guess that means sand too. Damn."

Satsuri started to float around the village. He watched the violence. The violence was getting eaiser to stomach but he just couldn't... he couldn't kill. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. He took form and stood in line at the local noodle shop. He didn't have to eat. It just made him fill more normal. However he had to realize he wasn't normal. he was almost a god. He was barely human. He wasn't human he was living sand. He learned a few new things. He learned how to hold his shape without use of the containment suit. He learned how to alter his body shape and size. He learned how to change the ehat of his body. He learned so many thigns while sperated from the team. But he was still the weakest of the group. Even the pshyco that he had grown fond of was still more talented than him. ONE was training him with the use of weapons and Jono was showing him some genjutsus. But all and all he was still alone now. He was learning the mist techniques.

Today. The Boy of sand found himself..more confident. He found himself able to handle the pain of the world. He found himself able to hurt people. He found himself willing to defend himself and now hurt the people who tried to hurt him. He couldn't kill...but he gained more confidence. He was a bit stronger everyday. He couldn't wait to meet up with the team. Satsuri...He was more than just the boy of Sand. He was the Sand.

Tomorrow. Who knows. The Man of Sand.... Enter the Sandman cometh.  

[Drago_the_Blackrose]

While he had become a hardcore crazy warrior. Well not hardcore..but he was becoming a warrior. One of the things he was not a child. He enver fully exprienced the joys or woes of childhood. He was immediatly thrown into the wows of fighting. Or at least what he thought was fighting. HE wasn't really a boy. He just thought he was masculine. He was made of sand and palced in a containment suit. But he figured he was about 11 now. But that wasn't important. What he did see was something important. He saw a little girl playing with her dolls. That was odd because Hidden Mist was dubed Bloody Mist back in the Naruto Days. But to watch this little girl play was something interesting. He wanted to watch her play. So he did, for days at a time. He would turn his body into multiple grains of sand and follow her. Just watching her paly and trying to understand what exactly was the point of playing. She wasn't learning to become stronger or fighting for her nation. He just couldn't figure it out. After days of just watching her..he finally slipped up.

The little girl was playing with her dolls as usual. Sitting by an old playground. An eerie playground, something that yelled out bloody horror. But she seemed so content with her new play spot away from everyone. Away from the world. This was unlike her Satasuri noticed. Usually she liked to be in the general area with other children her age so she could play with them. But this time she picked this Gothic piece right out of Alice in Wonderland book. Satasuri formed pieces of himself to watch the little girl. She brought her favorite dolls dubbed Missy, Eliot, and Timberland. She played for a moment. Picking them up and marrying Missy and Timberland. But she stopped almost like she was having a heart attack. She just froze right in time. She then had a big grin starting to come across her face.

"So are you going to come out and play with me..or just sit there and watch? Either way.. I just think it be more fun if you played with us. We are going to have a tea party."

The little girl called out to what seemed to be nothing. Satasuri couldn't have been sure if she saw him. However he guessed that being sand..in place were there was no sand was pretty obvivious. One of the downsides of him being living sand was the lack of multiple colors. He stayed in his sand form floating around for a few more moments. As the little girl sat back down now pouting as she pulled out the four normal cups for her and her dolls. She sat another small cup with a fine drawing on it..she brought that one for him.

"I even brought you a cup. Just come on out and play. Then I will let you go back to doing whatever you are suppossed to be doing."

She was cute. she had a little lisp that she had learned how to cover. She didn't have this life of murder and ifghting that he had. But she was perceptive. Obvivously somebody wanted her to know how to spot people that were following her... maybe she could sense him but didn't sense any immediate danger. Satasuri only wondered what should he do..She onlygave another smile as she pulled the teapot out of her bag and started to pour the invisible liquid into the cups.

"OH Missy and Eliot oh how we would have such a better time. If we had another to join us for the party!"

"Oh I concure Miss Sakura. If only we had another to join our tea party."

Sakura the little girl had said putting her voice through the dolls. Satasuri had seen this done before but this was for fun. not for battling like His kin had done. She kept baiting him to come out. Satasuri watched her carefully. As she played and had fun. She only packed up and had a small frown grow across her face.

"Well maybe next time huh? I mean we might as well have some fun."

Sakura placed all her things in the bag and started to walk away. She left the creptic play ground. Satasuri finally started to come back together. He made himself whole. He landed down in the playground standing in the containment suit. He looked around and he sat there wondering what was the point of her playing. Why she wasn't learning any techniques. Why she learning how to fight to protect herself. Satasuri only sat there and wondered for a moment. But before he could get ready to leave this area. He heard the long dragging chains of Two brothers. Satasuri looked as he saw them. The legendary Demon Brothers.

Damn.

Satasuri wasn't prepared for this. Not in the least bit. He closed his fist as the two handblades came out of his sleeve. He hoped to god he wouldn't have to kill them..but he knew they were dangerous. He stayed down in hidden to observe them. To see if they were actually coming to him. The chains started to drag just a little bit logner as by each step they were getting closser.  

[Drago_the_Blackrose]

Satasuri floated down the clouds of sand back to the village he was attacked at. He sighed slowly as he made the gentless landing he could make. He started to open the pores of his suit. He looked slowly as the sand started to fill his suit and he felt the fullness that he enjoyed. He lifted his head up and he looked around. Mist was a dangerous place. However he still had a few things to do here. He was side tracked by them demon demon Brothers.

"This village..isn't that safe...The Demon brothers tried to kill me when I got here the first time.."

Satasuri said with a bit of a sigh. He adjusted his suit as he made the sand as tight as possible. He was walking through the village with his two hidden blades visiable. He wasn't playing around this time. So nobody would be able to sneak up on him or try and destroy him this time.

"What do you think is going on at that Kage meeting? It's weird knowing that hey are deciding our fates and not even telling us anything about it..they been there for a long time.."

Satasuri said with a sigh.  

[TenTenPrincess23]

By now, Bachi and his group had come for what they wanted. Secret scrolls that referred to the Kage meeting were to be transferred back to the Leaf village. Technically, they were stealing the scrolls because no one in the area new about it, but then again, these are there orders.
By now, the small four man group was ready to leave, but there were just too shinobi. Bachi knew that from the looks of it, these two shinobi were strong. All four of the men wouldn't be a match for just these two ninja. Bachi turned to his group and selected a leader to lead the way back to the leaf village. This was the Hidden Leaf Village's Ghost League, they were the best at keeping things secret. This league was in charge of gathering intell, too dangerous for even the ANBU Black Ops to handle. For these shinobi, would die for thier village, but in Vain...

So Bachi had made his decision, the three man cell split up... one of them had the information needed to get back to the village. Bachi would lay down his own life and sacrifice himself so his team could get away. He tried not to think about Siren and performed an invisibility Jutsu, dashing off through the forest. Bachi looked upon the ground as he ran, and wondered why there was so much sand...?

 

[Drago_the_Blackrose]

...damn..he ermemebered what he had to do in Leaf. He just didn't get around to it. Kill this guy. His kage ordered him to do it. OH well no time like the present. Satasurithought as he let the sand pour out of his pores. He saw his target..he felt his target. it didn't matter how one thought of it.. The sand was his body. His everything. He could feel it. He could see it. He could taste it. Everything was open to him. He saw his target and the first thing he decided to do was his enter the sand man technique.

He didn't say anything. He didn't have to say anything. He would kill him just as he was ordered to do. He didn't care. The sand started to flow as the containment suit he was in fell apart. It was jsut left on the ground. Satasuri would fly towards his opponent in a fury of wild sand. Trying only to kick him in the gullet. As he was just spreading more sand around the target.

As the Sand settled. Satasuri started to make clones of himself. Each one of the clones buildo f the same sand as he was. Not knowing which one was which. He only started to surround his enemy. He didn't want to kill him. But he would. He had too. This was his way of being a ninja. he was a tool for Sand. He was death. He was all these things. He would show him why it was bad to cross Hidden Sand. The offspring of the one tail was a devil.

[TenTenPrincess23]

Damn... Bachi thought. He hoped he would've gotten more time. But all well. This was the way of the shinobi. The jutsu wasn't quite potent enough to blind Bachi, since he was still wearing his mask. Bachi leaped upwards and flipped into the trees. This was just like the same fate from Siren's mother and father, they too died from being in the Ghost League.

Bachi shook his head, he couldn't keep thinking about Siren and the Past. Bachi needed to concentrate and focus! He tossed some senbon towards this enemy and dashed by a stream. Bachi couldn't see his opponent. He leapt up higher and higher. It seemed that this lad was a sand user. s**t... fortunately, Bachi was water type shinobi but there wasn't enough water near by that little stream wasn't going to do much damage. Every member in the ghost league is either a water or wind type shinobi. Fire, Lightning and Earth could cause too much ruckus and damage if they're trying to stay hidden. Bachi planted a few paper traps. They were traps that released and potent toxic gas to human skin. Paper Bombs are too loud, so no Ghost Member has any..

Bachi paused a moment to see if he could still see his opponent...

 

[Drago_the_Blackrose]

He was a runner. Good fight for your life..it was the thing he would do. It was the thing he was taught to do. Run for your life if you thought yyou couldn't beat your opponent. Satasuri felt that last moment of remorse. He felt that for one second. He then remembered to kill first feel second.

Satsuri folowed him up the tree. He stil lwasn;t formed in his human form. But now he was in hsi free form. He was able to do what he did best. Become one with everything. He let his body just rush up the trees as he felt the first senbon pass throug hhis sand like form. Satsuri sighed. He knew where he was going. He could feel the moisture. This wasn't good.

...If he gets to the water...no must stop him before he reaches the water....

Satsuri realised his weakness. He also knew that he needed to get pass this. His body would have to learn to adept to anything that could be given to him. However right now this wasn't the case and he would have to stop him before he reached teh water. Satsuri thought as he formed his hands. He quickly did a set of handseals. As he looked up to the sky. As he finished the HAndseal he looked up and started to watch the sky start to rain sand. No it would flood sand all across Hidden Mist. Hopefullythis would catch Bachi in the technique. But even if it didn't it would give Satasuri a whole new range of techniques. A mountain of sand all for him to play with. Satasuri sent the sand clones to chase after him while he waited for the sand to change the ground.

[TenTenPrincess23]

Bachi listened for a moment and saw a jutsu being formed. Sand suddenly began to rain from the sky. Bachi was caught in it. He scoffed in it and looked around. He didn't have much chakra left. But despite it, he quickly performed some seals and lifted his mask up and blew out water like bombs. This was the Water Gun Jutsu, he blew towards the raining sand to protect himself. When he finished, the sand only around him was clumped up and wet. He was out of breath again and was about to leap off but then he suddenly saw the ground below him covered in sand.

Bachi growled and cursed at this situation. He was debating if he should just let his opponent kill him. But he shook it off. He kept thinking about Siren and the past. He remembered her first words and how he felt that her mother wasn't there to here or see her grow. He kept trying to focus as he leapt forward. But when he was about to land, he saw the sand reach up to him.

s**t...

 

[Drago_the_Blackrose]

Satsuri made himself one with the sand. As he let himself spread through all the sand that he created each one of his cells had been intertwined with the sand. The Rain of sand was what he did best. It was what made him king. It was made him the beast of Hidden Sand. Because it any and all time he was the sand. He was the Earth beneath them. He was the fine amounts of dust particales in the sky. He was everywhere and anywhere. That's what made him dangerous. Satasuri started to from the sand that was landing around Bachi into Tornados. They would quickly start to spin at a high speed. Each Tornado would pick up the sand and attempt to swirl it around him at the same time try and pull him in. The sand would fly towards Bachi. He was going to kill him...The tornado..the sand. The high speed of the tornado would rip Bachi apart if he got hit by the wind. OR the Sand would simply continue to spread around Bachi at a high pace. As the Speed would pick up the tornado would fling sand shurikens towards the opponents vital areas. the throat, the eyes, the mouth. IF any thing the Boy of sand was more of a weapon than even what he thought. He never knew he could become such an animal...

[TenTenPrincess23]

Cursing, Bachi was suddenly caught inside this spinning tornado. It seemed as the his defeat was swift and painful, but suddenly a loud POOF sound detinated and a mere log fell in place. Quick Substitution. The log thrashed and spun around in the sand until falling down onto the ground below.

Bachi had leapt forward. He was running low on chakra. He wasn't safe from Satasuri's sand quite yet, but he was certain that he had somewhat escaped his view. Pulling off his glove and biting his thumb, Bachi found a gorgeous hawk staring at him. It was one of his men's summonings. He pulled out a piece of parchment and began writing in his blood. On the parchment, he managed to write out the words, ' Forgive me...' he wrote and quickly tied it to the bird's leg. The bird managed to fly until sand suddenly grasped his leg. Bachi gasped and was pulled back, his mask flying off his face.

 

[Kanan01]

Zakai stands at the main gates to the Hidden Mist Village waiting for his companion Jörmungandr, to start they're journey together to grab fame and glory in the Shinobi World. Zakai a skillful assassin and Jörmungandr a master Genjutsu artist. Together they make impossible assassinations look like child's play. Together they will take on assignments that others wouldn't dare attempt all in the attempt to gain fame and glory that will be recognized for eternity.  

[Loki Angel of Darkness]

Jörmungandr hummed to himself as he walked through the misty lands of Hidden Mist. That was rather redundant Misty lands of Hidden Mist. He smiled as he walked constantly grinning his eyes narrowed to slits. The water lapped on the shore around him as he neared the village. The shinobi world was at war but Hidden Mist managed to avoid the majority of the flack and he chuckled to himself thinking it over. "Maybe if I'm lucky the Orochi clan will be wiped out while I'm away they probably wouldn't support the clowns in a fight and that Joker guy was not someone to joke with." he thought to himself as he saw the village through the mist. He was lookin for Zakai a friend of his from the academy He continued to hum as the village came into view.

Zakai was a Mist assassin to be and Jörmungandr was a Genjutsu artist in training that would make it damn hard for an opponent to fight them the hidden mist skills and the genjutsu illusions would make it near impossible to fine the right target unless the opponent had a doujutsu that allowed them to see through genjutsu but it was only a matter of time before he would figure out a way to avoid that as well he entered the village gates and saw quiet a few people bustling about but one in particular caught his eye that was Zakai.

"Hey Zakai howss it goin my man?" he greeted casually stressing his s only slightly as was normal for some of his clan.


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[Kanan01]

As Zakai was drifting in his thoughts awaiting the arrival of his friend Jörmungandr he thought of his days in the academy, all his hard work and training had paid off and now he stood as a genin of the Hidden Mist Village, one step close to his ultimate dream of being one of the great hunter ninja of the Hidden Mist. He found himself daydreaming of assassination contracts and how to use his chained kama to it's deadliest efficiency. Being who he was Zakai often got carried away with his day dreaming and this made him a bit cocky with most aspects about himself. While he stood there constantly drifting back and fourth between reality and daydreaming he came to his senses long enough to catch a familiar voice. The voice he heard was the voice of Jörmungandr his close friend and ally Jörmungandr.

Jörmungandr. said "Hey Zakai howss it goin my man?" he greeted casually stressing his s only slightly as was normal for some of his clan.


Zakai replied "It's been a while Jörmungandr, I've been doing great with my training and soon I hope to have a plethora of missions at my feet" Zakai being his usual cocky self gave Jörmungandr a slight smirk from beneath his cowl.
Zakai asked "How have you faired my old friend?"

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