Is there a doctor in the house?

The black market; a place where low life's, murderers, plunders and all other forms of crooked and nefarious men came to be a peace and live their chaotic lives. The two loners would come into this hell hole to have fun, beat the shit out of someone or something, or whatever else a missing ninja or brigand would ever want or do without the law being a bitch and stopping them. Now here was Sankou and Sora trying to find an employer to take them in and fund there mission or rather Sankou's mission to cleanse this world and finally make it something better or at least try. Sankou's cloaked form could be seen walking through the streets looking at each person with interest until someone had walked up on him demanding his money. Now here was a person with some balls, but Sankou wasn't to pleased about this, so he simply took out a kunai and looked at the man," If you prefer your balls where they are...back the fuck off," simply put the crimson eyes of the man would look onto him staring and piercing until Sankou walked off and went into a nearby tavern sitting down at the bar.

Wanting to get out for a bit, the man known as Shouten Ataenushi is currently within the black markets current location, this set up being closer to Funkagakure no Sato, only being a boat ride away. The man is sitting at a table in the shade, simply relaxing as his chakra is fully suppressed, his sensory however taking in everyone's chakra around him to gauge out potential mercs for hire. His eyes falling upon a man who seems to already be getting some attention, one of the homeless alley drunks trying to get his money, easily scared off my a kunai. The man getting up from his seat and walking towards the man, "Better yet, I'll take your money, I doubt you could even stop me in the first place." The man says, his challenge obvious, his glasses hiding his crimson eyes, a smirk upon his face, his hands at his sides.

Sankou had already placed the kunai back into its pouch as the man came out and threatened to take his money, a new challenger who had more balls than the last one and looked pretty classy from the looks of it. A grin stretching form ear to ear formed on Sankou's face as he looked up to the man chuckled," My my quite the pair of balls you have on you to issue such a challenge to me...maybe they would look better in your throat," with a swift motion of his left hand he would create a shuriken made completely of paper and throw them at the man standing in front of him, aiming for his face. As Sankou started to state a step back he would create two more shuriken and continue to throw them at the man, wanting nothing more than to take this challenge head on after all this one was giving the look of a great time.

Shouten watches the boy, he views as paper forms in his hand, seems he found a rare bloodline today, his trip really did pay off. Before the boy makes the motion to throw the shuriken however the man releases the ocean, his full power now able to be felt by the boy, and everyone in the immediate area, his massive power making it feel like the air has become much thicker, no oxygen seeming to be within it as he just looks towards the boy with a smirk, his display of power no doubt causing the boy to stop in his tracks, just his energy alone making it hard for him to stand and even function, none the less think about assaulting him. Should the hostile actions be halted Shouten extends his right hand, this small gesture giving the boy a flood of visions of how many ways this one gesture could of brought about his death, his palm upwards as he curls his fingers, wanting the money.

The moment Sankou was about to launch the shuriken at the man he would feel an immense and devastating power taking over the area which caused the boy to not only falter in his attack but ultimately look the man in the eyes, one who for the first time had struck such a powerful sense of fear into him that made his legs shake with weakness. The shuriken would drop and disappear as Sankou barely managed to stand up, his eyes showing the new found hatred and respect for the man who had just mugged him? Reaching into his pouch slowly he would hand the man his money, while giving him such a fucked up look," I can't believe...some fancy dressed asshole just mugged me...who the fuck is this," if the man would indeed let up on him, he would fall back and then quickly stand up as he looked the man dead in the eyes," Who the hell are you," the curiosity had finally manifested into a complete sentence as he kept his stance and stared.

The man takes the money, counting through it as his pressure slowly fades, sadly it isn't much but he puts it in his pocket regardless. He notes the boy still get up and start questioning who he was. "You can refer to me as the guy who just took your money, the guy who just made you look like a bitch in front of the black market," he says while looking around at all the people who are clearing their pants of their own shit due to his display. "Or you can call me your new employer, you're weak right now but that ability of yours will come in handy more than likely." His arms cross as he looks towards the boy he just robbed simply by walking up to him.

He couldn't believe that he just got mugged by someone simply staring at him and at that he took all of his money without even lifting a finger. If this was his new employer then through some weird ass coincidence this meeting went both good and bad. Dusting himself off he would continue to look at the man before speaking," What is it you want to hire me for then...Mr. Employer," giving one of those crazed bows he would smile and stand back up," The names Sankou Koitaishi, or to some just Kishin although whichever you want to call me is ," His eye twitched for a moment when the man called him weak, but he would allow that to pass since he mended it with a fine compliment.

The mans smirk remains, watching the boys defeated reaction. "I'm pulling people together for a job, the details will come later when I know you can handle it." Reaching into his pocket he pulls forth the money he just took from the boy, tossing it to him he speaks once more. "Consider this your first installment, I'll need you to come with me to my base of operations however so we can start making plans for the job, hopefully you don't have a problem with murder and gore." With this the man begins to walk off, his destination being the borders around the black market so he can get back to Funkagakure no Sato.


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The first job was coming somewhere down the line and it sounded like the type of deal that he could get off on, of course he was going to take this job and do some badass shit with it. Catching his Ryo with his right hand he would put it back into his pouch and smiled," Murder? Gore? Who would have a problem with that?? That's like the best fucking part of the day," he exclaimed, throwing a paper airplane into the distance to his partner who would follow behind them.

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