Stealing Supplies There is a caravan of supplies moving from a small village in the moon country to Yukigakure. Sukōchi had made supply runs on this exact path many times and knows of this supply run. He needs to intercept the caravan and take whatever supplies he needs. There are two guards from Tsukigakure that are defending the caravan. They are genin from his class. If they are not killed, they will definitely report back to the village that Sukōchi has gone rogue.
Smoke plumed into small tufts as it lifted from both Sukōchi's mouth and the end of his smoking apparatus. The snowy-haired male leaned up again a tree on the side of the path into the snow country. This was where the caravan had always traveled and Sukōchi would definitely be able to get to the caravan easier if they came to him. Perhaps, they'd even invite him along to join the mission and add some extra protection. There was no way that they would know about his recent treason, though. It was too recent for anybody to take full notice.
It was about an hour later, and Sukōchi was still taking puffs from his cigarette pipe, but now he was sitting on the ground, legs crossed, and his back leaning against the tree. The caravan came moving up closer to him as he waited. "About damn time," he thought to himself and waited for them to notice. Exactly that didn't take that long to happen. One of the two shinobi hired to guard the caravan was in the front, talking to the caravan's leader. He used to be in the academy at the same time as Sukōchi. Of course, they didn't train together because of how dangerous it was to be around Sukōchi in general. He had always wanted to get to know him, though. He was a mystery to most other shinobi in the village.
"Hey, Sukōchi! What are you doing out here?" The shinobi came running over and abandoned the caravan for a moment. As he did this, the caravan leader sent up a signal for the three other covered carts to stop. This boy was about fifteen years old, athletic build, and was tall, standing at six feet and three inches. He had the build for a taijutsu user, but wore two short swords crossed on his back, indicating that he probably had some experience with weapons. The most striking features of this boy were his hair and eyes. His hair was a crimson red, the color of fresh blood, spilled on the ground before it had the chance to darken and become black. His eyes were always a jet black. Usually, this wouldn't interest Sukōchi, but they were actually much sharper than others. They had an eeriness about them, giving them some sort of aura of power. "I thought you were still on that mission to go raid one of those unaligned villages. I'm guess you've finished that. How did it go?" Sukōchi was slow to respond, hence the multiple questions that came from the boy. He stood up and kept a good four feet of distance between them so that his smoke didn't harm him.
"Well the mission went on without many issues. I destroyed the whole place and let the others come in for the clean up." Sukōchi took a few tokes from his cigarette pipe and then looked at his acquaintance, incapable of remembering his name. It was actually starting to bug him.
"That's awesome. I'm sure the Tsukikage will reward you for that." Just as this boy was about to continue speaking, the other shinobi came up from behind and gave Sukōchi a very distrusting look.
"Hey, Renzi, what's Sukōchi doing here?" That confirmed the identity of this first boy. He was Renzi Uchiha, one of the top graduates from the academy. Rumor had it around the village that this mission was going to be putting him up for eligibility for the chuunin exams. He was really proud of himself at this moment in time and could eventually lead to his downfall.
"Oi, Karen! He just finished with the raid mission and we ran into him. How awesome is that!"
"By Jashin, you're a dumb one... And it isn't pronounced Karen. If you could say it how it sounds, Kha-Ren, then maybe I wouldn't be so declined to teaming up with you on these mission. Since you're so dull and can't learn my name, then just call me Ren." This shinobi was Kha-Ren. He was a Jashinist from the village, along with that hothead known as Luka the Jaegerbomb. He was dark-skinned and had short, white hair. It was spiked in tufts and hung down just above his eyes. His ears and face were pierced in many places with ornate, gold jewelry. He was much leaner than the Uchiha he was partnered with. He stood at five feet and ten inches and wore white robes over traditional shinobi gear. Kha-Ren was actually known for being a user of the both the mokuton element as well as worshiping Jashin. His methods were definitely unique, but he was ruthless.
"So why are you here, Sukōchi? You know the protocol is to return to the village after completing a mission," interrogated Kha-Ren. He was extremely cautious around Sukōchi. It may have been because of how things were back in the academy days. The long, snowy haired shinobi stayed silent for a moment. He just stared into Kha-Ren's eyes for a moment. Before he was about to speak, Renzi intruded into the tension.
"Alright, guys, let's just be friendly, kay? Sukōchi, come join us on our mission. We're escorting a weapons caravan that's supposed to make it deep in snow country by tomorrow. We have to leave soon and we could use the help." Sukōchi sighed, letting out a huge plume of smoke that caused Renzi and Kha-Ren to both step away from. Jet black eyes peered up at the two as Sukōchi was about to speak.
"Yes, I'll join you. Suppose I could get something to eat, though?" Sukōchi hadn't eaten in a good while and going longer without food could lead to him becoming weak. He didn't want that to happen, especially since he planned on taking this caravan down.
"Yeah, give me a sec," replied Renzi before he shot off to one of the covered caravans. He came back with half a loaf of bread and handed it to Sukōchi. "I've been keeping a sack of snacks in that cart. I didn't want to get too hungry on this trip." Kha-Ren palmed his face and shook his head. He had nothing to say about this and simply walked away. He would have to deal with having Sukōchi accompany them on the mission.
The caravan had started to move again and the three shinobi had ensured its safety until it reached the crevasse in the snow country that they had to get it to. Renzi and Kha-Ren were both happy to finished the mission. The happy-go-lucky Uchiha was prancing around now that he was allowed to become a chuunin. Kha-Ren stayed more collected, but he was actually elated for Renzi. Sukōchi remained silent.
"Alright! Now, I gotta head back to the village and tell dad! He'll be proud of me to know I can go for the chuunin exams now." Kha-Ren patted Renzi on the back and replied.
"Yes, I know he'll be proud. And sorry about being weird about you wanting Sukōchi to join us. I just wanted this mission to go well for you." Kha-Ren was sincerely apologizing for his actions later. His words were spoken loudly because he intended for Sukōchi to hear them.
"I'm sorry for this, but you're going to regret not sending me on my way." Sukōchi's words rang out through area, but he wasn't to be seen anywhere now. Only his smoke was floating around, which now was beginning to cause everyone there to feel a burning sensation. Skin would get dry and begin to tighten as it became more like leather, burns appearing on everyone. Two hands pressed against Renzi's back, fingers digging into his skin by piercing through with searing flames, and, before he could react, a powerful wave of heat pressed through his body and shot outward even further. Kha-Ren was caught in the wave, but dashed far enough away so that it didn't damage him too badly. Renzi, however, stood still, screaming, as the fingers locked around his rib cage to hold him in place while the heat wave began to turn his insides into a liquid form. Sukōchi was standing behind him doing all of this. His hands and feet were covered in searing flames and he was breathing the heat wave outward.
The heat wave ended and Sukōchi let his grip on Renzi's rib cage loosen, the Uchiha's body dropping to the floor, lifeless. Sukōchi knelt down and grabbed the dead shinobi by the nape of the neck. When he lifted his head off the ground, organs and other insides oozed out of his mouth, nose, ears, and eye sockets. It also became to fill his pants as the corpse began to defecate all of the other insides. The Sharingan eyes fell out of his head, melted half way and never again functional.
"It's a shame that your eyes didn't survive that. I didn't want you to die for nothing. It seems that's exactly what just happened." Sukōchi dropped the corpse's head, splattering his face into his own, melted, boiling guts. Sukōchi turned to the caravan and stated his demands. "Now all of you are going to abandon the caravan. I'm taking everything I want. In two days, whatever is left is yours to keep. I won't take everything."
• Searing Palm Strikes - C [-4 CP] The user coats his hands and feet in the flames of his scorching chakra. When the user strikes a target, the fire evaporates the water in the area it touches, heavily weakening the target with each strike as well as scorching the area and leaving it with serious burns. This augments the user's taijutsu, and can cripple other taijutsu users. As this technique uses extreme heat, it bypasses personal armor. The user has another variation of this technique where the fires can be spread to projectile weapons and can increase this attacks range.
• Inferno Wave - C [-4 CP] By kneading Chakra in the stomach and expelling it through the mouth the user fires a heatwave that spreads over a fifteen meter distance. These waves are as strong as B rank wind techniques while also setting fires to the area afflicted and removing any moisture from the air that could be used for water techniques in that area. An enemy caught in the fast moving heatwave will suffer from immediate dehydration and receive up to second degree burns. In addition metal becomes too hot to be held if caught in the wave.
"You ******** monster!" Kha-Ren screamed to Sukōchi as he then proceeded to use the Four Pillar Prison technique, creating a wooden prison that held Sukōchi standing in the the center of it. "You killed him... HE WAS GOING TO BE SOMETHING WHEN HE GOT BACK HOME! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US!?" The prison seemed like a good idea in Kha-Ren's blind anger, but the smoke coming out of Sukōchi had been filling the area and the wood prison began to darken as the super heated smoke pulled moisture from the wood, scorching it. The wood became brittle and eventually caught fire. This meant nothing to Sukōchi, whom simply shifted into smoke and the crawled through the wooden bars.
"You waste your chakra trying to fight me, Kha-Ren. I will kill you as well if you do not leave." Sukōchi turned his back to Kha-Ren and walked toward the caravan. To Sukōchi, killing Kha-Ren was pointless, but that wouldn't stop the village shinobi from attacking further. He came in with an attack intending to stab through Sukōchi's chest. Kha-Ren created a spear of wood that wrapped around his arm. As he thrust forward, Sukōchi's body shifted into smoke completely and then reformed, the scorching smoke shinobi now facing Kha-Ren. The wooden spear was beginning to become charred from the heated smoke, he couldn't do anything about it because Sukōchi had reached down with his hands, still covered in the searing flames, and had a death grip on Kha-Ren's arm. "I'll take that." Sukōchi squeezed and the ripped backward. The flames had enough time to sear down to the bone and the jerk had ripped off all of the muscle from this arm, taking the hand and all of the muscles off of it. Blood began to pour out of Kha-Ren's arm and he dropped to the ground. In his pain, he inhaled a large amount of smoke. The smoke also began to infiltrate his eyes and sneaked up into his nose. He began to cough uncontrollably, which forced blood to spurt out even faster, and he was involuntarily weeping because of the burning he felt in his eyes. It was unlikely that anybody had ever felt this kind of hell before without being killed.
"YOU ******** MONSTER! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?"
"Piece of s**t..." A flaming boot came down slammed down onto Kha-Ren's throat. "You know, I thought you Jashinists were supposed to be okay with pain. I suppose it's only the really ******** up ones that take pain and not care." Sukōchi pierced his rapier into Kha-Ren's gut and then wiggled the blade around inside of him. "So why am I doing this," he repeated back to Kha-Ren as the shinobi was letting loose agonizing screams. "Well I suppose it's because your lack of perfection angers me. Everything and everyone in that village makes me ill with all of the imperfection. You and that no brains (since they melted - hahaha) Uchiha are just stepping stones to me reaching my own level of perfection. Now, it's time to make sure you don't ever get in my way again." With a fluctuation of chakra, the searing flames spread through the rapier and then began to boil all of Kha-Ren's insides. The flaming boot spread flames all around his head and charred it to become impossible to recognize. Sukōchi kept this up for a good minute until most of Kha-Ren was ash.
Sukōchi sighed and turned to the caravan, the flames now extinguished. He went through the back of one of the covered carts and found himself a decent pile of loot. There was a hefty payment of ryo in the back, accompanied by many weapons that all were uninteresting to Sukōchi. He left the back of the cart with the bag and then moved onto the next one. In there, he found clothing and food rations. There was enough food to last Sukōchi a month. He would perform a few handseals and then condense much of the smoke around him into three clones. The clones gathered together the food and put them into some sacks that were conveniently available. Sukōchi's eye caught a beautifully crafted white robe and accessories that went with it. He personally snagged this robe and then moved to the next cart, where he found even more weapons. For the most part, there was nothing that interested him. However, there was just one thing that caught his attention; a jet black scythe that was accented with a crimson jewel. It looked completely normal, but it was a beautiful weapon, befitting of Sukōchi's ideals involving perfect. With this last piece of swag claimed, Sukōchi and his clones evacuated the area, leaving gore and pillage behind.
[Mission End]
• Searing Palm Strikes - C [Active] The user coats his hands and feet in the flames of his scorching chakra. When the user strikes a target, the fire evaporates the water in the area it touches, heavily weakening the target with each strike as well as scorching the area and leaving it with serious burns. This augments the user's taijutsu, and can cripple other taijutsu users. As this technique uses extreme heat, it bypasses personal armor. The user has another variation of this technique where the fires can be spread to projectile weapons and can increase this attacks range.
• Smoke Clone x3 - Rank: D [-6 CP] After focusing the needed handsigns, the user will condense the smoke around them into a simple clone. This clone can come in handy however, as when struck, will disperse into smoke to confuse the opponent. The clone can also be detonated at the will of the user. When the smoke is inhaled, the inhaler will have trouble breathing and their eyes will water for a post.
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