ONE HELL OF A DAY! {open;nk}

Zen was located in the amegkaure village town! he was Standing in the middle of the street, making trouble with the citizens. Beating each one of them up as they came by his path! " AYE YA AYE! YOU WANT MORE?"  with blood that covered the man fist. he would release the male citizen and laugh. " hmm"

After working up an sweat, zen would take out an cigarette and sigh. " what a day! KICKING SOME ASS! but then again, I'm not getting paid.." Zen thought as he reached behind the table that was behind him, and taking a bottle of water. sitting on the ground. Zen would look up at the sky. Wondering.....

Matsuda descended upon the boy from above the rooftop, landing right behind him as Zen looked forward. "Hello there, what are you doing? While you're sitting on the sidewalk, you may as well try something productive." He sat down beside the boy and examined his features. He appeared to be an academy student because he didn't have his headband yet. Well, no surprise there, he hadn't seen many other genin yet; he was probably one of the few. It was raining pretty hard, so the sidewalk had an overhanging canopy to keep its walkers dry. He wondered what the boy had been doing there.

[WC 104]

And once more, Jurei was in Amegakure…. This time, for supplies and final preparations for his journey to the claw country. Jurei once more began walking through the village, hoping this would be the last time he would have to do so for now, as he wanted to get his adventure started… However, knowing Jurei and his organization, there was likely going to be a number of stops. As Jurei walked through the streets towards the markets, he walked by two boys talking, one of which seemed oddly familiar… Jurei slowly slid a bit closer to the boys as he continued walking forward, attempting to get a better view of their faces. One of them was indeed the boy Jurei had seen! What was his name… Jeff? No… Had he even told Jurei his name? He must have, Jurei just couldn’t remember. Jurei stopped, and walked towards the boy… Had he fulfilled his promise and gotten stronger? Jurei hoped so, as he needed all the man power and abilities he could get. Maybe his friend could hop along too, maybe….
 
“Man, what if they think I’m a pedophile or some shit?”
 

That was the only thought that ran through Jurei’s head as he approached the two boys, wondering how they would react to seeing an older man slowly advancing towards them. 

(Did not say the words above out loud, and WC is 221)

Zen would be sitting on the ground, before he heard a voice just from behind.

"Hello there, what are you doing? While you're sitting on the sidewalk, you may as well try something productive."

After those words was stated, zen would look down from the sky, and reply. " oh... hey there!" ignoring his other questions. The crazy boy would turn to see this unknown kid sit right next to him. " you must be new in town? I'm sure as hell new! So what brings you out here dude?" zen said as he grip his fist. Seeing how fat they got.

" aww look at my knuckles! all swollen!"

Zen would say in his head. Smiling, he would wait for the boy reply. Just to yet see someone approaching them.

What the hell was this?

He would then stand up from the sidewalk. Walking over to the wall. " hmmm.. what a day!"

So, the boy did not respond to his question. It was a lucky thing however, not much was going to happen to him. Apparently, this boy had what he didn't: a casual attitude towards life. Well, here was Jurei. Now would be his chance to prove himself to the jonin, by demonstrating his knowledge. Now, in between the fourth and fifth lumbar vertebra, there is a set of motor nerves, and a set of sensory nerves. Now, the sensory nerves are posterior, and the motor nerves are anterior to said sensory neurons, and they are connected by various accessory neurons, not the least of which are astrocytes. Now, in order to create a situation where a person would not feel but still be able to move his legs, i.e. during a not-so-sensitive operation, a crude way would be to sever the sensory nerves. Now, as to the subject who had just stood up and was now facing the other way, the genin would demonstrate the opposite of this operation, namely, to separate the anterior efferent nerves from their astrocytes. He would achieve this using the only too he had on his person, crude as it was. Now, the subject, after being thus kindly treated and let down onto the operating surface, would be able to use his sensory faculties in his legs, but not move them.

However, after this mere distraction of action and thought, Matsuda would stop thinking about that, as it was obviously Envy stirring up some recollection of the studies he had done before. Really, Envy needed to stop doing that, it was giving him the most disturbing thoughts. He turned to Jurei and waved in greeting, realizing, suddenly, that he had fulfilled his promise to the elder jonin. "Hello there, Jurei-san! I've gotten stronger, and I need to show you how much I've learned. This is some guy who I just met. Well, how have you been? I hope your endeavors have met with some success."

[TWC 435]

From within the confines of an alley, Paul surveys the current clusterfuck unfolding before his eyes with an expression of sheer boredom; though, due to the mask which inconspicuously hid his visage, this expression of boredom could not be seen by even the most observant of onlookers. Now, the site before his eyes surely is an atrocious one; a blatant display of the utmost ignorance, impudence, and delinquency. Seriously, never had Paul beheld moronity to such a degree that the two boys before him were emanating to the most offensive of measures. Upon the site of such offensive retardation, Paul knew not whether to take his own life, take the lives of the boys committing such atrocities against the human genome, or to just laugh at how fucking stupid they were; because seriously, they were fucking stupid.

Perhaps the most offensive of the two mongoloids is the one smoking a cigarette and needlessly pounding innocent civilians. This part quite amuses Paul, watching him tip over a little girl riding a hot pink tricycle, and proceeding to bludgeon her father to the ground with his fists. The apathetic Paul is not affected in the least by such brutal displays of unwarranted violence; although he thinks that this kid is an asshole, he cares not either way, for Paul had to deal with more assholes than Elton John on a daily basis. Yes, that was Amegakure; full of assholes. 

Quite amused by the child fucking up the general populous of pedestrians, Paul makes no move to stop his subordinate just yet, though he realizes that quite soon he might have to break up the kid’s parade. No, it is not the violence which angers Paul to the point of interference, but the thoroughly illiterate and irritating manner in which the boy speaks. His first words are a shout of triumph as he beats on yet another man, yelling something about not getting paid or some shit. The exact words, Paul did not care to decipher, but it was the way in which the boy phrased his sentence that pushed Paul over the edge. Did this kid-who mustn’t be any older than Paul himself-have even the most basic of grasps on the syntax of the english language that one learned before they even enrolled in kindergarten? Judging from the way this boy spoke, it sounded as if he possessed an extra chromosome, thus leading to the abhorrent phenomena known to the civilized community as mental retardation. Slurring his words and speaking in a high pitched, nasal manner, the void emanating from this severely handicapped individual somehow infuriate Paul. 

Now, not only was this kid being a complete dick and beating on random civilians, but extending his offenses to punishing the public with the grinding tones of his god awful voice. Oh, the decibels piercing Paul’s eardrums made him want to flip a shit and kill the kid on site, though Paul knew he must resist, as such action would be illegal. At least he had justification for any violent measures taken upon the boy, as he could always pull the “he was hurting innocents card”. Such a ruse would not only buy him favor with the higher-ups, but allow him to harm the child unpenalized. 

The alley in which Paul is located two and a half meters into is positioned precisely five and a half meters behind the boy known as Zen’s back, placing Paul eight meters from the boy’s six o’clock at this precise angle. Clad in a plain white tee shirt, dark jeans, his combat boots, and his regular cat-demon mask, and of course never neglecting to sport his empty backpack, Paul takes on the appearance of a badass motherfucker, and he is ready to throw down with any motherfucker willing to challenge his badass motherfuckerness. The alley positioned beneath the eaves of two roofed buildings, heavy shadows smother the location in which Paul conceals himself, and thus visual perception of his figure from the outside is a near impossibility. Further adding to the chaotic nature of the entire scenario, countless civilians roam the area, though quite a disturbance has been caused among them by the rampaging retard, and the scrambling of civilians every which way causes for an element of confusion. 

Just as Paul is pondering the best course of action befitting the situation at hand, a new arrival literally drops in upon the scene, and takes a seat five meters to the right of the retarded Zen, seated directly beside him; such seating would be awkward if the new arrival-who was in fact known as Matsuda-were facing the opposite direction as Zen, and thus the two of them face the same direction as they engage in discourse. Thus, with the two of them facing the same direction, both members of the duo have their backs turned towards Paul’s location, further setting the stage for an attack if Paul so desired to make one. 

As to further set the scene, behind the boy called Zen lies a small table, about the size of a night stand, thus being a foot or so in diameter and a meter or so tall; this table would surely not prove as an obstacle should the need or want to attack arise. Paul gives it a little bit of time as the two talk about some shit which Paul does not care to know about, until the arrival of a newcomer graces the scene. Not saying a word, the somewhat shady individual simply lurks towards the two boys and stands awkwardly while the proceeding events unfold. 

With a crude ninja tool, seemingly a kunai of sorts, the new boy to the scene-whom had appeared to have good intentions at first-reaches towards his kunai holster, thus signaling an aggressive action, and putting Paul on alert. Now, at this point Zen has stood up and approached a wall, facing it from two meters away, while still five meters behind him, the boy known as Matsuda sits; all the while the new arrival to the scene stands five meters off to the left, awkwardly surveying the boys in a somewhat perverse manner. With these locations, Paul being located at this new, older arrival’s nine o’clock, his location is invisible to them. Due to the umpteen civilians roaming the area and sloshing through the puddles to continue about their daily business, Paul’s chakra signature would appear no different from the rest of the pedestrians’ and thus this new arrival would not have reason to expect an attack originating from Paul, as he would appear to maintain the presence of just another civilian. Though, this man does not possess the chakra sensing technique to a very high degree-not that Paul knows he has it at all-and thus specific detection of Paul is not possible anyways. 

As Matsuda’s hand clutches around his weapon, the much swifter Paul forms a single hand seal, which greatly enhances his speed to the level that it is untraceable to the two boys, and just barely so to the new arrival as he whirs past him. As he moves, his ethereal chains of tangible chakra begin to form, so that at the point where he stops a mere foot behind Matsuda as he rises from the ground to assail the other boy, they are already shooting outwards from his chest. Paul’s ever active silent steps technique further add to the inconspicuousness of Paul’s small trek, and thus, though he is behind Matsuda, the boy will be utterly ignorant to this fact. At the point in time when Paul is behind this boy, the chains will already be shooting outwards from his chest, about eight of them. As Paul comes to a halt right behind Matsuda, the boy will be just beginning to stand up, and transitioning from that awkward phase one one is semi-crouched down, and fully standing, and thus his balance will be out of whack as he finds his center of gravity from this location, further swaying the scales in Paul’s favor. As for Zen, facing the wall as he is, and unable to react to such speed on Paul’s part, he can pretty much be eliminated from the entirety of the equation which would determine the outcome of these events. Therefore, as Paul emerges directly behind Matsuda, the chains will only have the smallest of distances to travel, and at their moderate speed, will reach their unsuspecting target quite effectively. The first two chains, emanating from the center of Paul’s chest aim to constrict the arms of Kozai, the right arm which is in the process of drawing the weapon. One chain circulates the right side of his body, whilst the other moves in the opposite circular rotation to the left, allowing the chains to easily bind him should the maneuver take its full effect. As they are completed wrapping around him, assuming that the expected happens and Matsuda is unable to avoid them, they will tightly constrict his body, and the hook of each chain will proceed to pierce into the muscles of each of the boy’s shoulders, thus if he should try to break free through sheer force alone, he will be ripping his own muscles and tendons in this region. As for the next two chains, they exercise the same maneuver, only around the boy’s knees, circling from opposite sides and proceeding to dig their hooks into the muscles of his thighs. The remaining for chains move past Matsuda, two on each side, moving in time with the first two towards Zen. Upon reaching their target, the hooks of these chains will dig into Zen’s body, should they hit, with one hook piercing each shoulder, and one piercing each pectoral, digging deep into the fragile boy’s flesh and muscles. They will then proceed to ravel back inwards with great strength, yanking the boy backwards with a firm grasp until the back of his body collides with the front of Kozai’s. While these attacks may seem very extravagant, they happen over the tiniest course of time, leaving barely any space for either boy to avoid Paul’s maneuvers. 

As for his reasoning, all was well and good when some little shithead was simply trolling civilians, but when one shinobi attempted to attack another shinobi of the same village, Paul as their higherup was obligated to interfere. Should the aforementioned maneuvers occur perfectly as so stated, Paul’s would then proceed to extend the chains a couple feet out, holding the two sandwiched boys a meter away from himself, with his arms completely free should another complication arrive. 


“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?" The gracefully sighing voice of Paul whispers through the air, mysteriously interrogating them in a foreboding manner dripping of malice. As for the unmentioned individual standing five meters beyond, Paul ignores him, as his sensory capabilities allow for any maneuver that this man might attempt to perform to be picked up upon instantaneously. Paul knew not of this man’s intentions, but he had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

Well, things certainly took a turn for the worst now didn’t they? Not only had the two boys he was walking towards been pinned together, there was a new boy in the fray. A powerful one, very powerful indeed. Jurei stopped in his tracks as the boy known as Paul began his assault on the two others, keeping his distance as he watched the onslaught. A good thing Jurei hadn’t gotten caught up in that mess… Oh well, he could just heal the boys afterwards. This boy named Paul is the one Jurei watched, he could be a very valuable ally… Jurei knew not to approach, just to watch and observe for now. Bah, what was he kidding… He’d just go get his supplies and return when this commotion was over with. And with that, Jurei casually strolled to get supplies, promising to return in a few moments. If those boys were still alive after those few moments, then hooray! If not, then oh well; Jurei never got to know them anyway.
 

(Kinda exit until you three post, will post me coming back to the scene and such after you niglets post.)

Zen could feel the sharp pain from the chains, that tied him and the boy together. Trying to get out of it, but due to the strength of the chains, zen couldn't really do much! " why are you doing this?" zen would ask for the hell of it! he wasn't sure why he was being chained up or nothing. But it was just maybe taking a turn for the worst? you know, zen has been in bad situations like this before, but he always found his way out for some reason. But he hoped he wouldn't be killed for no reason! but, zen really didn't care. He felt like his life was already over after he murdered his father. That put an huge hole in his life. left him quite for a long time. But, it was good for zen really. he finally learn his first rule in the ninja game. Trust, trust no one! tho there was still three more rules, but zen really haven't caught on to them yet. After a few minutes of kicking and trying to get out the chains, zen would sigh. " what is this? suck strong! hell might be better than what I can do!" the boy would say as he kick out once again. before giving up. it was most indeed an full give up. With no attentions on trying to kick or even put up an fight! it was nothing he could do, with yet once again being a damn academy student. But it was nothing, soon zen would be strong enough to break out an situation like this! but zen also wanted to accomplish many thing's at genin! but knowing he doesn't have his head band yet, and seeing all of these other ninjas are looking good in they head bands! but no big deal with that. With all that said, zen would wait for the attack to be over. he really didn't know what to do next. how to react anymore!

Even before he saw the other rain ninja standing there, Matsuda was entrapped by the chains and bound against the very person who he was about to incapacitate. The chains were a little painful, and quite strong, so trying to escape would result in tissue tearing and some unfortunate bleeding, which wouldn't further his cause any. Envy spoke out in his mind, extremely interested. "What power is this? I expect you to research this later." Seeing as the other boy had not directly answered the newcomer, Matsuda would introduce himself, and said, "Well, it appeared that he was doing nothing productive, and I wanted to test my skill, so I decided to practice a little. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Now, who might you be?" Matsuda was rendered quite immobile, so he couldn't do anything. "I could have sworn I just saw Jurei leave... Hmm, I think he'll be back, though, he's that kind of guy, from what I know." He kept a close eye on the other boy and on the newcomer in order to determine what kind of actions they would take next.

[TWC 624]

Deftly executing his maneuvers with the utmost skill and precision, each attack made by Paul occurs to the finest degree of perfection; these actions, of course, culminate in the painful binding and piercing of the two boys before him, being held against each other while bound. Clearly, the skill of Paul’s two subordinates was not adequate enough to avoid such an attack, which was somewhat disappointing. It concerns Paul really, that he was able to so easily stomp these shinobi, they cannot be any older than him, yet their skill is far inferior. If the next generation of shinobi is this weak, then what does this say for the hope of the village? Paul sighs. 

The mysterious man who had previously been lurking just a few meters away had taken his leave, perhaps having been intimidated by Paul’s immense display of awesome power; not that this man mattered to Paul anyway, for he had not been causing trouble like the other two delinquents currently held in captivity. Though, in the current situation, Paul can be likened to a dog chasing cars, only unlike most car-chasing dogs, Paul has grabbed hold of what he has been aiming for. Now with the two young hooligans in his possession, Paul scrambles to determine the best course of action for dealing with the two boys who must somehow be brought to justice for their petty deeds. 

While these two had been causing quite a ruckus indeed, Paul does not deem their offenses grave enough to be brought to justice by means of physical harm; he does not even know if their rash actions warrant a chastising visit to the Amekage’s office. Being their superior, a chunin level shinobi, Paul is obligated to penalize the boy’s in some form, and show them the wrongfulness of their actions. 

Now, both boys are being held, bound tother, just a meter in front of Paul, and the crazy illiterate one kicks and screams as if Paul is sodomizing him with the bladed hook of his chakra chain, though, in actuality, Zen is only being pierced through his shoulders and pectorals. His bitching and whining and questioning Paul’s motives for his attacks only serves to irritate him more, and soon the other boy, Matsuda, joins in this impudent interrogation of Paul, as if the superior shinobi had to explain himself to a couple of little punks. 

“What the fuck are you going on about? Paul sighs again as the child known as Matsuda spouts some illiterate shit about “suck power”, or whatever he might be saying. As he rambles and rambles, the four chains that bind him simply whip outwards with great speed whilst pulling upwards and out of the boy’s flesh, effectively whipping him back towards the wall while pulling out of his skin so that he may be flung like a ragdoll. Being airborne and flying backwards at greater speeds than his own, while also being thrown a good two meters into the air, he clearly will not be able to touch anything solid, such as the ground, and thus will not be able to alter the course of his direction until it is too late. Given the way that Paul throws him, he will rotate slightly while in the air due to the momentum, so that his head is facing the wall. The force will not be adequate enough to cause serious damage to the boy, but should all go perfectly as stated, the force of the feeble boy hitting the wall will surely render him unconscious. 

With the boy known as Zen’s incoherent rambling out of the way, all that will be left for Paul to deal with will be Matsuda’s slyer, but somehow more disrespectful inquiries. The kid was really in no position to interrogate Paul as if he was at fault here, for Paul held the position of authority, and could do as he pleased. 

As the boy demands knowledge of Paul’s personal information, which he does not wish to share, Paul will cut him off mid sentence.

“Oh, shut the hell up, will you?” Paul will halt the boy’s sentence halfway through as his hands race through a quick series of hand seals, following a purple glow around the five fingertips of his right hand. All of the chains that had been holding Zen having retracted but one, this single remaining chain from the other boy will catch the bottom of Matsuda’s shirt with its hook, and pull it up until the boy’s bare belly is exposed. At this, Paul thrusts his right hand towards this exposed area, aiming so that the fingertips will jab forcefully into the boy’s stomach. Following this, if it should hit, the boy’s eyes will light up in momentary pain, and a seal will materialize on his flesh. The boy’s chakra being high enough to resist being sealed, his chakra network will remain unscathed, although the sheer power of the seal will still knock him into the same unconscious state as his little butt buddy by the wall.

Should all maneuvers occur as planned, Paul will now have two unconscious boys on his hands, and the chains which suspend Matsuda will release themselves from his flesh and retract back into Paul’s chakra system. Proceeding all of these events, Paul then walks over to the wall where the boy Zen lays unconscious, and hoists his sleeping body upon his right shoulder; Paul then makes his way towards Matsuda’s body somewhat awkwardly, with Zen’s burden being solely supported by his right shoulder. Struggling a bit, Paul crouches down and hoists Matsuda upon his left shoulder in much the same manner. 

With the two boys now thoroughly incapacitated and in his possession, Paul resolves to make his way to the Amekage’s office after all, for the sheer stupidity of these simpletons had pushed him to turn to greater methods of punishment, and they would now have to deal with the stern demeanor of their village leader. Though he had never met the Kage personally, Paul knows where his office is, and thus makes his ay towards it. 

Should all preceding actions occur in the manner which they have been stated to occur, then the following action will occur in the same manner, leading up to the point at which Paul is carrying the two unconscious bodies of the boys towards the Amekage’s office. 

Neither knowing, nor caring of the punishments which these fellows might incur upon the explanation of the events which they had created to the Amekage, Paul’s manner is ambiguous as always, and in fact, he anticipates the punishment of the two retards with an air of what one might call excitement. With a grin under the mask which cloaked his smug visage, Paul continues on his path, still focusing on the chakra signatures within the vicinity in which he can detect them, just in case the man from earlier chooses to appear once more. 

[Exit Paul with Matsuda and Zen]

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