Personal Attribute: Scaled Wolves: Kokoro's wolf partners that she has with her have been genetically modified with the Hoshigaki DNA at their birth. Their fur fell off and was replaced with a shark-like skin just like a Hoshigaki's. These wolves are quick and agile like wolves and have a resilient, thick skin like a shark's. The scales give a resistance of 1/2 rank to any taijutsu. Raiton techniques deal an extra rank in damage to the wolves. These wolves can use all of the Inuzuka Clan's techniques just like the regular companions, but are also are capable of moving through the water just like a shark, and rather than having a wolves fangs, the wolves are equipped with a shark's teeth.
Passives: Speed: 1/2 Strength: 1/2 Perception: 1/2 -------------- Can naturally breathe water 20% Chakra increase 20% Water technique chakra reduction Heightened Senses Each Inuzuka has a animal companion at Genin rank, who fights with them as well. At Jounin they are able to get another companion as well [Elemental Fighter] Users are able to perform the seals for B rank techniques and below and seal it into their body. Afterward they are able to release this jutsu with a gesture that logically fits when they wish while fighting [Melee Master] Users receive a 1/2 rank increase in Melee Combat
XXXXE Q U I P M E N T Special Items: Animal Partner - Tochisame: Scaled Wolf
The past few days for Keira had been wild indeed. She had learned a new language, met a whole village's worth of people and played god. Her mission had been a success, even if Simon had managed to ride off of her plan and finagle Jashinism into the beliefs of the moon worshippers. At first she had been upset with him but after awhile of thinking and a night of drinking Keira figured it was not all so bad. The people were unified and even given a great, possibly terrifying, ability. Keira could only hope Simon did not try and use these people for his own watns and desires. Perhaps she should tell that Jaegerbomb fellow what his cult-kin was up to. But that was a lot of work, and Keira was not up for that.
The first thing she had done when she made it back to the village was shower, and then hit her favorite bar. With the money she had gotten from that mission she blew a bit of it buying drinks the entire night. It wasn't long before she had pretty lady eying her from across the bar. Keira put on her sexy face and played the minx. Shortly after that they were stumbling out of the bar, limbs tangled together as their bodies mashed and tongues danced with one another. Keira's hands traveled the girl's body and sloppily pulled at her clothes. Somehow they made it to an apartment and into a bed. After a wild night of sexing and romancing they had finally fallen asleep. Now, only two hours later Keira stirred. Her head was pounding like those native war drums and her stomach was swirling like a whirlpool. But her body felt pleasured and that was good enough. "God, what was her name? Alicia? Meg? Sasha?" Keira thought as she silently rose, thankful of her ninja training. She could make an escape from this woman's house without having to deal with all the emotional bull crap attached to it. Maybe it had been the liquor talking about Sasha, or Krista, or whatever the hell her name was, had already professed her love for Keira. So now Keira was pattering about collecting pieces of her clothing from the night before. Many nights like these had given her a bit of an edge when it came to dressing in the darkness. Just before Keira left she saw a pair of bitchin sunglasses resting on a counter. She snatched those up without a single bit of guilt and put them over her eyes. The sun was rising and Keira didn't want to be blinded by the light.
Keira really had no idea what she was doing. Her stomach wasn't settled enough for breakfast and the only thing that seemed more appealing was getting even more hammere. And so she found herself right back at the bar where her night had started. "Jack for jack, yeah?" Keira ordered at the bar, choosing the entire bottle over just a cup. She unscrewed the top of it and tilted the whiskey back and took a mighty swig. The burning feeling in her throat was familiar and entirely welcomed. Keira leaned heavily against the counter, pressing her head against the cool side of the bottle. Keira looked like crap, felt like crap, but really didnt care at this point. Even inside the dark bar her sunglasses were still secure over her eyes.
The night before had been spent as wildly as the few before it; in that village of primitives, Simon was treated like a king. However, he was not there to spoil himself, lest his presence become unappreciated. He made himself out to be far more worldly than he was, giving some thoughtful advice and teaching people from the village to speak more of the common language. He also helped some people learn more techniques, some civilized ones from across the jungles and plains. Every day he spent there, his stranglehold over the tribes grew. Now, he was confident that he could leave them without some upheaval of people casting their new God aside. Of course, the first thing he did when he took the train back to the capital was celebrate for himself. He pulled a few bottles of whiskey from his fridge, cooked some horrid macaroni and smiled and sung the night away. When all that was over and he was sufficiently positive that he'd annoyed his neighbors, he stepped and tippy-toed his way to a bar downtown. The last time Simon came here, he remembered it to be fairly classy, though a bit abnormal. The people sort of had a clique running, however they were open to abduct others into it.
He got along well with some of the ladies and gents who were considered 'regulars' of this bar. ******** a few too, though he couldn't remember their names or faces, only their parts. Well, whatever, that was all in the past.
"Wow!" Simon exclaimed, as he walked through the front door. Some few people looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, though they seemed more intrigued than legitimately irritated by his exuberant entrance. "If that isn't the third time I've seen you this week," he said, looking towards Keira. He didn't have to see her face to recognize her -- the hair, the tattoos, it all gave it away. She also sort of had a dreadful air about her. "Misery must love company. Fortunately enough for me, I'm a fan of said misery. Plus, the fact that you probably didn't want to see me here is a lot of excitement for me. I'm sort of macabre." Sure that no one had any idea what he was going on about at this point, he trailed over to the seat beside Keira, and very relaxedly took a seat.
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 3:18 am
Keira had pretty much passed out at the bar counter. The banging of the front door and the exclamation from some idiot stirred her from her much needed slumber. Her head rang like a bell as Simon sat his rear down on the stool next to her. Keira rolled her eyes and turned her head away from him, though her sunglasses would keep that from being seen. She put a palm up to her head and groaned. Simon was talking so much, so loud, and so fast. And of course he was using large words. This day/night was turning out to be a bad one already. Keira silently cursed the gods, Jashin, the Moon, Kami, and all of those above for making her run into this holy man once more in the same week. Before speaking Keira downed the contents of her cup and for good measure drank from the bottle she was clutching like her life line. "And here I thought it was boys who could only get you off. I'm so glad to be of service." Keira said, pouring a bit into a cup and sliding it towards Simon. The motion was messy and plenty was spilled on the bar. Keira noticed she had spilled some on her fingers and with an audible 'oh', popped them right into her mouth and sucked them clean. Some greasy guy from across the bar waggled his eyebrows at her. When Keira removed her finger from her mouth it was the middle one, in a silent '******** you' salute.
Keira turned and crossed her legs, facing the man of the hour. "You know, See-Moan." Keira said, prodding the morbid boy in the chest. "I've been meaning to ask you how old you are. You could be sixteen, or twenty two, or even three hundred! You never really know with you Jashinists, yeah? Are you like lobsters; biologically immortal or maybe more like turtles?" Keira asked rhetorically, not caring nor expecting an answer. Instead she turned back to her drink and cupped the bottle with both hands. Her head was spinning and the temperatur seemed to have raised at least ten degrees in the last minute or so. And why were the people talking so loud? Keira tentatively removed her glasses, revealing her raccoon-styled eyes. She squinted in the dim lighting and rubbed her temples before speaking again. "I must be very unlucky to end up in your company so often. Maybe your Jashin has it out for me, yeah?" Keira said mockingly. She wouldn't admit to Simon that a very small part of her enjoyed his company. They had collectively dumepd on her half(wit) brother when meeting him and she had enjoyed his insults nearly as much as she enjoyed giving her own. Not only that but Simon was efficient. He had blown off the false Keira's head in one go. That had been impressive. And even though Simon had dipped and cheated his way into converting the ignorant masses to his cult, Keira had to admit how clever it had been. She hadn't thought about how easily he could use her own trick against her and she hadn't the energy at the time to stop him. Simon was a ruthless and cunning b*****d. But a b*****d she would rather have on her side then against her.
Atsuma's head ached a litte from the pill his father gave him. Power came with a cost he mumbled while walking through the crowded streets of his village. The recent attacks had put the entire place in chaos and only now did the magnitude of the situation sink in. A woman bumped into Atsuma and fell on her knees. "I'm so sorry ma'm, please llet m-" Atsuma felt a sharp sting across his right arm. The woman had cut Atsuma with a small knife and warned him to get back. There was no way of telling who was actually human or not. Little did they no the dopplegangers had all but dissapeared already. The woman expected Atsuma to do what any normal person does and get angry or frustrated for getting attacked, but he simply smiled. This wasn't the effect of Joy either it was Atsuma being Atsuma. Fear wasn't something he knew too well personally, but it was a part of life. Bowing with respect the boy turned around to walk away with a bloody arm. Atsuma couldn't help but wonder what the village Kage was doing about the current situation. As a matter of fact it just dawned on him that he knew little to nothing about his own kage. During his academy days he'd learned about a different Kage that came from his very own clan, but a new shinobi had taken her place. After he left the academy the boy cut himself off from everything and was either observing flowers all day or sleeping. Maybe it was time to finally meet his leader. "What do you think Joy?" Atsuma asked as he bent down to pickup a little boys action figure. "Should I go meet the Kage?" Joy didn't respond to him. There were moments when it seemed as if she vanished. It left Atsuma with an uneasy feeling, but she would always return. Since he got not response Atsuma couldn't decide on what to do. Until he saw a familiar face among the crowd. In life there were many different kinds of people, but Reiko was one of the many few that had an extraordinary sense of happiness, but what made her truly incredible was her selflessness. Atsuma couldn't see that she was carrying a body until he got closer. Going against the current of people he finally got to her. "Reiko! How long h-" Atsuma stopped talking the moment he looked at the body. There was something eerily familiar about her.
He stared cheekily as she gathered her thoughts and then formed some briefs words, sluggishly tying them together and whipping them through her lips with that thick accent. He laughed, hard, and didn't wait long to respond. "You mean to tell me you're not a man? Shocker." He clearly couldn't tell from her v****a format girlish voice and lack of Y chromosome. Surprisingly enough though, she did seem to be coherent enough to do Simon the luxury of passing him some of the vintage. He nodded, graced by her overwhelming generosity. "Now Keira," Simon started, as he observed the girl sucking off her fingers. "You don't want to do that. Who knows up what girl's basin they've trollied though?" And then, when she gave that awfully insightful man a middle finger... wow, she was really not feeling it today. A lot less collected than usual, for sure.
He shrugged as she asked his age. "Don't know," he replied. "I wasn't exactly counting the calendar most of my childhood. And I never really had the option to ask my parents my birth date. So I guessed my age after I uh... declared independence. Also set that day to my birthday, if you'd believe that." Shoving aside the long answer, he spoke as simply as he could. "I'm eighteen. Doubt I'm much older, or younger. It seems appropriate." It might've sounded awfully strange that he didn't know, but how could he? He was 'adopted' when he was exceptionally young, and his 'parent' had no clue of his age or the day he was born. He barely knew the common language back then, so his mother and father didn't exactly read him a sonnet about his intricate information. It was strange to not know these things, but so it was. So it had been.
"Though I suppose I could be sixteen, or twenty-two. Don't think I'm three-hundred though. Something tells me I haven't lived that long. Plus, Jashin only gave me His gift a few years back. I'd never guess for a two-hundred ninety-eight year old to be so young in complexion as I was." He rolled his eyes. There weren't quite enough virgins to sacrifice in his family attic to sustain his youth all that long.
Funny enough, he'd taken to replicating her drunken look as he was speaking to her. He squinted as she did, and looked awfully stunned by the light that really wasn't so bright. He lazily leaned against the barkeep's table, and only seemed to magically formulate a reply to her supposed curse of his company. "I wouldn't be surprised if he did. There I was, about to sacrifice hundreds of people to him. It was metaphorically like an all you can eat demon God buffet. Then you had to go and muck it up somehow, or try to. Though, then again you did accidentally serve his purpose. Maybe he's just sent me here to laugh at you for being a dumbass." He slowly nodded his head, lifting it from against the burgundy wood that made up 'the counter'. That could be it. Or perhaps when the two genin rolled a die in their heads, trying to divine which raunchy little abode they'd fly to, they both happened upon the same number. Which was probably thirteen in this case (or four for the weaboos), because this place sort of sucked.
Too focused on getting Elizabeth to the hospital as quickly and safely as possible, though that last resolution hardly seemed possible with how Reiko had to drag Elizabeth in order to move her, Reiko didn't notice Atsuma until she heard his voice. Upon hearing the familiar voice, Reiko looked up helplessly. Upon seeing that the voice did belong to someone familiar and someone she was sort of certain could properly carry Elizabeth, tears of relief welled up in Reiko's eyes. "Atsuma-saaaaaaaaaaaan," the medic blubbered, "The Tsukikage, Elizabeth-sama, needs the hospital quick, but she's too heavy for me to carry." She continued dragging Elizabeth, her arms holding half of Elizabeth's body off the ground while the other half was left to drag, but this time towards the approaching Atsuma. Atsuma really couldn't be blamed for not recognizing Elizabeth. She was a mess from the fight despite Reiko's best efforts and a mess from having been dragged through the catacombs, not to mention the fact that Reiko had been dragging her face-down throughout most of the village. Not intentionally, of course. It was just how Reiko happened be holding onto Elizabeth.
What a coincidence... Atsuma thought just before he could feel Joy's presence return. Reiko's presence must have alarmed the spirit of Joy. She asked Atsuma who she was and Atsuma replied inside his head to not creep out Reiko. He didn't even think twice about picking up the Kage from her arms. He cradled the woman carefully to not worsen the situation. It was obvious that she had just returned from a very nasty encounter. So this is the Tsukikage... There was something attractive about her. It wasn't sexual, but something more primitive.Like his subconscious was telling him to be with her. He still didn't realize that she herself was a Kaguya. Suddenly snapping out of his own inner monologue, "So how have you been?" He asked completely calm. No matter how dire the situation the boy kept a calm head. He was desperate to know how the gennin life had treated her so far. "Do you have your own team yet? If I remember you were the best medic in our class." Her skill wasn't so much based on her powers, but her loyalty to her fellow peers. "Any boys steal your heart yet?" The last question was just to tease her.
The Tsukikage simply moaned in pain at the fact that Atsuma had ignored her. "Hospitaaaaaallllll......"
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 4:29 pm
Keira tried to nurse herself back to health by drinking even more. If she just stayed drunk she wouldn't have to deal with the hangover. On top of that maybe she would just pass out and Simon would disappear. He probably would do that if she threw up on him. Keira was staring at Simon and seriously considering it until he made a crack about where her fingers had been. With a wry smile Keira made a comment back and then tipped the bottle up to her lips. "Oh, I know where they've been. I just don't exactly remember her name." Something moving outisde of the window caught the girl's eyes through a mirror behind the bar. Keira swiveled around a bit too fast and almost took a spill from her chair. She watched as some girl dragged a body through the streets and another boy meet up with her. "Dead bodies been dragged through the street, what a time to be alive!" Keira exclaimed caustically, rising for just a moment and throwing her hands up in the air before falling back down heavily in the stool. The poor seat rocked violently and threatened to topple but somehow Keira managed to not fall over. When Simon mentioned how much of a dumbass she was Keira raised her bottle in the air as if she was toasting and then took a swig. "You may have pulled a fast one over me, Simon, but I accomplished what I set out to do. If that makes me a dumbass then I'll wear that badge with pride, yeah?" The heavily intoxicated woman slurred. As Simon began to speak on his age Keira took to swirling the bottle of Jack in a circle. Confusion passed over her face as clear plot holes in Simon's story fell on her.
She turned to him again and gave him an incredulous look, curiosity getting the better of her. Perhaps if she had been sober or maybe even less drunk she would have more tact in approaching the topic. Kami knows that even Keira herself did not like to dredge up the past. Sometimes you could learn pretty terrible things about a person. Simon may even say something that would make Keira sympathize with him. "What happened to your parents?" She asked bluntly. In this line of duty a lot of mary sues came with some sob story or another. Keira had often heard the tale of an child orphaned because rogue bandit pirate ninjas attacked their parents for an unknown reason. From that point on that child became an avenger and lived their life solely for the purpose of vengeance. Even Keira herself had a bit of the parental issues trait in her.
Reiko quickly wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands once Atsuma had freed them from carrying Elizabeth. More tears and the occasional sniffle continued to appear, but Reiko forced herself to remember that she still had to attend to the Tsukikage and that knowledge calmed her down. Without blubbering this time, Reiko replied, "I've been fine, Atsuma-san. No team yet, I still have my heart, and I think I was the only medic in our class. More importantly," here the Tsukikage moaned, "could you take the Tsukikage to the hospital by yourself? Tell them she was coughing up blood and I think they can figure out the rest." While genuinely worried for the injured Elizabeth, hospitals were still a thing Reiko would rather avoid, and as far as she could tell, she could do nothing more by tagging along with Elizabeth if Atsuma could do the simple task of taking her to the nearest hospital himself.
Once Atsuma acknowledged that he could take Elizabeth by himself, Reiko dropped behind to nurse her own injuries.
He shrugged. "Thanks for the obvious answer, Keira," he said in response to her trollying of that woman. Then, his eyes followed hers, and he saw the people dragging something around. He really didn't care though -- that sort of thing happened here all the time, shinobi 'escort' or otherwise. "Hm? Oh, yeah." Shoving that aside, he listened and then formulated a response to her 'badge of pride' statement. His eyes flickered on and off with interest as her consciousness was muddled and then vague. She seemed to be on the verge of passing out, to be quite frank. "Here's the issue with that whimsical train of thought, Keira," he started. "Your goal was to accomplish the mission while administering the minimal amount of casualties. However, later down the road you'll find that the numbers stack up heavily against your favor. Now it is not just a third of the village that believes in sacrifice, but the whole pie. They are a unified group of savages that will now pick up travelers and flay them, consistently and for hundreds of years. They will sacrifice each other if seen as enemies, threats or heretics." He looked up at the bartender, pointed at his choice of drink, and continued on.
"When you make a choice, you must always consider every weakness to it. Every single loophole that can be exploited. You'd be surprised by what can slip through, and potentially become cataclysmic to your agenda in the future. If you had thought deeply on your plan, and considered that I am a shinobi as well, perhaps you could've avoided the conversion en masse. Perhaps the best thing you could've done in that scenario was to openly renounce Jashinism, dismantling their idea that it was a unified and respected belief. That might've even reunified them rather easily; I suspect they don't like the idea of foreigners trying to proselytize them, and they might even join hands again to prevent it." The palms of his hands smoothed over the tabletop, as he attempted to make eye contact with the drunken kunoichi. He wasn't trying to put her into an awkward position, he was only giving insight on what he believed to be a potential misstep in her otherwise impressive train of thought. Well, for her anyway. Simon was sort of an arrogant b*****d, so he believed his own schemes to be on a far different league than the other people of this village.
Anyway, he moved on from that discussion. It was over, though his mind still wandered. He liked to think of scenarios for himself; challenges that he might eventually face, and defeat.
"Oh, my parents." He replied. She looked at him with curiosity, though perhaps a blank interest that would recede in just a moment. Simon honestly had no idea whether he should lie or tell the truth. It was sort of a touchy subject, even for him, because it had only been resolved recently. The moral battle, too, still remained. He made a lot of choices that were very easy to doubt, and he'd probably continue doubting them until the day came where he was old and forgot about it all. Perhaps a few era from now.
The shinobi rotated his stool, and fully turned to the girl. "When I was a boy, I was taken from them by a very intriguing man named Henry. He was narcissistic, he obviously had anger issues, and he was incredibly ambitious. Thing was though, he also had a lot of good to him. He had an incredibly profound view of the world, and enjoyed history and science. He also honestly did want a son like me, and so I believe that he loved me. He was my father for a whole of about twelve years." The Jashinist seemed reluctant to continue, mostly because he sounded awfully melodramatic about the situation. It wasn't his intention to be like that, but he was trying to properly narrate this story. "I sort of got bored of him after a while, though. I probably would've accepted him as my father with open arms if he didn't have a kidnapper's mindset. He was very paranoid, restrictive, ugh. Took away from his charm." He sighed.
The resolution to that story could wait. First, he was curious about something as well. "That kid from earlier, the one who seemed to be a schizophrenic. You obviously had problems with him, and he seemed to believe they were family related issues. Is that true? Do you have some strange parental baggage, maybe?"
Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 11:36 am
Keira chuckled at Simon and his whole shpeel about her actually having made a mistake. She shook her head and took a good look at him. He obviously didn't get her, not yet at least. Keira turned to the silly boy, her current drink sitting unloved and untouched on the bar. "Simon, I really don't give a s**t." She started, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. "My mission was to end the war and I did just that. I don't care if they spend the next eon sacrificing anyone stupid enough to be taken down by savages with sticks and rocks. I've got enough on my plate worrying about myself, there's no space for an entire village of people stuck two centuries back." Keira was being mostly true. She cared for Avient and a bit about people. Enough to try and help them if they were going to die or something, albeit begrudingly so. And with that Keira decided she had enough to drink. She sighed and knocked back the last bit of her Jack, scrunching her face at the burn and licking her lips after.
As Simon launched into his childhood story Keira's brain clicked on and she latched onto the information with honest interest. She furrowed her eyebrows at the mention of him being taken, but what was more perplexing was how easily Simon seemed to accept it. He was only a kid when this Henry fellow had stolen him (the math that Keira had to do was almost beyond her in this moment of drunken haze) but surely he had resented the man. Yet Simon defended him and even spoke of him fondly. Keira wondered if he was the poster child of Stockholm Syndrome or if his parents were really terrible people. She leaned her head on her hand to keep it from swaying and watched him speak, absorbing his tale. Before the climax of the story Simon stopped talking about it. Keira wanted to know when and how he had found Jashin. Instead he wanted to talk about that fool of a boy Caelum. Keira's demeanor changed almost instantaneously. She stiffened and turned back to the bar, folding her arms on the counter and looking down at the streaks in the wood. For a moment she was silent.
"I'm feeling like some donut holes, yeah?" Keira said as she stood up and pulled Simon up to his feet. She looped her arm through his and lead him out of the bar, conveniently forgetting to put some money down on for her bottle of deliciousness. As Keira walked she kept a tight grip on Simon's arm. This was mostly because the ground was doing a neat thing where it leaned left and right in an attempt to toss Keira down. They walked a few ways down the road until they happened upon a stall with a decorative cloth around it. There were a few seats lining a bar and no other customers. Keira took a seat and made her order and as they waited for the scrumptious missing part of a donut, she spoke. "I really must be one of the most unlucky people on this planet. First you, and then that boy Caelum." Keira said his name as if she had been talking about manure. She picked at the countertop with a painted finger nail before slapping her palm down on it. "His father is Aeden Nagamo, I'm sure you've heard of him." Aeden had been a very famous ninja in Tsukigakure mainly for his affiliation with Jade Uchiha. He had been her lifetime paramore, aside from Keira's father of course."His mother is the great Jade Uchiha." Simon would have definitely heard of her. She had been the original creator and leader of the Moon Village, one of the Great Sages of their time. Keira's next words came out a bit slow, as if she had to mull them over to pronounce them right. "Jade Uchiha also happens to be my mother, though only in the way that I came from her." Keira paused for a moment to accept the sweets from the store vendor. She popped one in her mouth and ate it before continuing."My father raised me alone and I never saw my mother a single time." That was another untrue statement. There had been one night where Jade appeared to Keira, almost as an apparition. For a long time Keira believed it to be a nightmare. Not too long ago Keira also had a wild trip about her mom, but that wasn't real. "Caelum got to grow up with that woman who everyone thinks is some sort of saint or ******** goddess. In truth she's just as shitty as the rest of us." Keira was obviously very bitter over the whole thing. It wasn't just because she felt unloved by the woman, or even how in her shadow she felt. It was because her dad died alone, his love still strong for Jade. She hadn't even shown up at his funeral.
Due to how well you did in your last mission Atsuma. I'm assigning you to five seperate C rank missions. Each mission will be an assassination. At this point I know you're comfortable with this sort of thing. Atsuma could only agree. Up until that point he'd been pretty good at it. Not that it was something worth bragging about of course. He didn't want to change who he was. He was still Atsuma. Even if it seemed like a completely different person. The five targets were all within the village. Atsuma had been given files on all of them. He had no method for choosing who went first it was simply whichever file he opened first. Target number one was Hideki Mota. A mobster in charge of the southern fishing district. He was known as a "Red Pole" one out of five. Atsuma knew about them due to their growing grasp within the village. They controlled almost every aspect of everything and the shinobi simply had no time to deal with them. This procrastination has allowed them to grow in numbers and strength. Now they no longer consist of only normal civilians, but of trained ninja. Suddenly, Atsuma started to put all of the pieces together. He looked over the other four files and had his suspicions confirmed. The higher ups didn't want to simply have him kill of mobsters. They wanted him to end the entire Triad organization. "Well then...Becoming a Chuunin will be harder than I expected." Atsuma would still start off with Hideki. Finding the man would be no problem his base of operations wasn't hidden at all. His office was the back kitchen of a local restaraunt. His mother owned it and truth be told she was more frightening than her own son. Atsuma was dressed up in cognito mode. He had clothes that didn't make him stand out amongst normal civilians. It struck him that shinobi dressed up very differently than normal people. "Hehe." He chuckled pulling down his hat as he entered the restaraunt. The inside smelled like hell unleashed. Alot like the outside, but packed in a small box. The people inside didn't seem to mind at all though. They all ate with a crazed frenzy. Perks of living in a fishing area all your life. Atsuma didn't want to take too long so he decided to go right for the kitchen until he heard very loud commotion coming from the back. "Hmm?" A body came flying out of the kitchen. A very muscular, young and tatoo covered male wearing ghetto clothing. "Hello Hideki." Atsuma said looking down at him from under his hat. "And goodbye." Atsuma aimed his index finger at the Red Pole's skull and shot a bone bullet at it. It pierced through clean and smooth. Only after did blood pour out like a river. "HIDEKI!!!!!" Shouted a loud female voice from the kitchen. Atsuma wouldn't stick around to find out who owned it.
______Kokoro Inuzuka______ 
