David GreysonSunagakure | Ichibi Host | GeninDavid stalked into the marketplace, anger rolling off him in waves. "Damn incompetent." He growled, kicking at a box someone had left in the middle of the road. Despite her wishes he had caught a bit of the conversation he had been dismissed for, and he did not think some little girl's sob story matched up against village security in any way. As he made his way down the street, people moving out of his way, and those who didn't receiving a swift kick for their trouble, David only had one thing to be glad about. Just a little ways down the road, he could clearly see a gang of some sort terrorizing a sector of the market. "There you are." The boy hissed, his eyes narrowing on his victims of the day.
"Give me that." He growled to a nearby shopper who was fleeing the scene, snatching her burlap sack away, dumping out the contents while he was at it. Sack in hand, the boy walked into the very center of the chaos, unnoticed by the wannabe bandits. To them he was just another little kid, why should they care? Soon enough they realized the should care, as the boy dropped his bag, and the odd metal pole he held in his other hand, and pulled out a kunai. Before they could even recognize this fact, he had moved behind one of them, the man had been harassing a female shopkeeper about something or other, and drove it into the back of his neck.
As the first victim's gurgling scream was heard, dulled by the blood pouring down his throat, the rest of the men turned to see a child standing over the soon to be corpse of their fellow bandit. And then they did the most foolish thing they ever would. They charged at him, with nothing but their fists to fight him with. These men were not trained, they weren't fighters, and didn't even deserve the name of bandits. They were small town thieves who decided to try for the big time. And for that, they were going to die.
As the first of the men neared him, David yanked his kunai from his first victim's neck, spraying blood across the ground from the pressurized wound. The man came at him straight forward, with a simple punch. David almost laughed. Darting forward he went right underneath the man's fist, dragging his kunai across the man's ribs while he was at it. The knife cut deep, as if into butter, leaving the man falling behind him clutching the wound. The man would be dead in an hour most likely, civilians just weren't trained to resist such high levels of pain. David wasn't going to give him that chance. Stomping on the man's neck as he hit the ground, the boy crushed his windpipe, leaving him to gasp his last in a few seconds rather than hours.
The rest of the men were scared now, turning to run rather than face the
demon before them. Once again, David would not allow such a thing. The road went in only two directions from where he was, and on either side were solid walls that these fools would most likely never think to climb. So, he ran in one direction, where only one of the bandits had gone, and ducking under him, slashed his kunai across the back of the man's legs, tearing his muscles and tendons, dropping the man flat in a second. Not done with him yet, David spun around, gripped his kunai in both hands, and drove it straight down into the back of the man's skull, splitting it open with the force and piercing the gray matter with a horrible noise.
Looking up, David saw the retreating backs of the other two men. They would be out of range soon if he didn't follow. Not really. Standing up, David yanked his kunai loose, the man's head following it up until it was restrained by his neck and came loose, thudding against the ground. Ducking, David laid his free hand on the ground, and braced himself, as if he was about to start a foot race. And then he was off, running at near impossible speeds after the two remaining victims. Upon reaching them, he leapt onto one's back, driving him to the ground with his kunai in his heart. The man would never know what hit him.
The other one did though, as he suddenly came to the horrible realization that he was the only one left. This puny child had just killed all of his friends without a thought. "Monster..." The man whispered, backing himself into a wall. He knew now, that he was already dead. There was no outrunning this thing, and he sure as hell couldn't fight it. "Cowards." The boy spat, yanking his kunai free from yet another dead body. "You weren't even worth my time." Was the last thing the man would ever hear, as suddenly the boy's hand was pointed at him, and the kunai gone. He would never even realize it had found it's new home in his neck, as he collapsed face first on the pavement.
Turning around, David walked towards where he had first met the thieves, and left his belongings, the sand behind him grabbing hold of the two corpses and dragging them along. Upon reaching his destination the boy went to work, grabbing the burlap sack off the ground, and the kunai from the last man's throat, one at a time, he hacked the men's heads off, and dropped them into the bag. His mission complete, he piled the bodies on top of each other in the street, to let someone else deal with. Perhaps they would even be left there as an example, though he doubted it from the looks he was getting. Throwing the sack over his shoulder and picking up his staff, David stalked off back towards the tower. He had a delivery to make.
[Chakra Point Total: 33/35]
[Smoke Bomb Total: 5/5]
[Makibishi Total: 25/25]
[Shuriken Total: 15/15]
[Flash Bomb Total: 5/5] "Life should be as fun as possible, who cares what other people say?"
[Mission/Learning Post: ?/?]
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