Honor between master and student

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Mar gave his apprentice a long look for his poo flinging comment. “Let’s not have any of that shall we? Most often I hear men swearing right before they die or try and take my life. Sometimes both. Etiquite is free young Hiroaki and the words you use will shape the world as you know it. Besides, Dan got his name from mixing in too much baby powder into his bricks of stimulants. It seems he’s diametrically opposed to a good, clean deal. Killing someone because they are hurting a people or an industry is assasination. For the greater good. Taking a life because you want to is nothing but cold blooded murder, and invites problems both physical and internal.” He stated his opinion very quickly.


“The basic four jutsu that nearly every ninja on the planet know are also some of the most powerful. If you can think a might creatively. I’ve stood not fifty meters from a tornado without being sucked into the vortex because I used the surface walking technique to keep me firmly planted on the ground. And a substitution technique can save your life from even the most devastating of disasters. A wise man once said that it’s never the best weapons that make it to the battlefield. It’s the cheapest. I’d say five E rank jutsu would trump an S rank if the former had creativity, and opportunity. That’s the biggest difference between ranks I’d say. E is a perfect tool for one semi specific situation then after that each jutsu creates wholly new situations themselves.


“Do I work alone?... Yeah actually. I never did a proper ninja mission until I recently headed home to train with my pops for a while. Then I’ve been working with all the skills I got there sense. If I had the option, I’d cooperate between people constantly. But it’s not always the easiest thing in the world getting help on everything for others. And I’ll bet I do several times as many missions as them. When I commit myself to a task, I like to throw myself totally into it for days at a time until it’s done. Right now my task is getting recognized in the underworld, getting enough capital to refurbish some of my dads stuff and make my own, and getting enough experience to pick up an S rank technique. Those things are harder to learn than anything. It’s like every second you learn it is a riddle that you constantly have to keep going back on yourself to find the point. But I digress.”


Mar nodded agreeably to the boys plans, in a few ways he still underestimated him. Which was good for lesson at hand the engineer proposed. “Not a bad idea, the tactic you are referring to is called smoking them out. Generally how it’s done is that the seiger will get together a large amount of straw, bundle it up, and set it on fire. Then rolling it in. It works best on a place that does not have enough water or any kind of real means to put it out of course. But yeah people will almost always run out before the smoke inhalation gets them.”


“I do admire your task oriented attitude young ninja, getting those drugs would be better than not. Some of them might be running out with whatever of the drugs they can carry. That’s fine, their lives aren’t worth less than whatever's in their pockets. But of course if they try to interfere you shouldn't hesitate.” Mar performed the shadow clone jutsu. Summoning just one clone. “I’ll send him to retrieve the goods. So that I can stay with you. Just in case. But I will be playing from the back. Unless if it looks like they might kill you, I won’t intervene.”
The three of them would have an easy time gathering up a couple of man sized grass bales in the nearby grassland after Mar collected back up his tent. The grass was smelly, and just a little whet. Mar tied it together with string and got them ready. Explaining his own abilities further as he got ready to clear the entrance. “By the way, it was ingenuitive to think about blowing open the entrance. Truth be told if they weren’t so damn expensive I’d put the paper bombs akihana gave us to use. One of these days I’ll have to show you how to cut them up to make shaped charges. Which are much more effective than one big blast.”


“But yes dear Hiroaki, I am a poet, a musician, an engineer with a doctorate on the subject, and while formerly I was a ninjutsu expert I have now mastered Taijutsu. As I am right now, without opening any of the gates. I can lift thirteen tons. When I activate the fifth gate of limit, I can lift five hundred tons. And if I were to use the evening elephant. My strongest taijutsu technique. Well by my calculations I could tear the nine tailed fox in half and send pieces flying off into the next couple of countries.”


To demonstrate he effortlessly lifted a boulder larger than his body with one hand and flung it safely backwards, before digging into the rest moving them along a pile with a narrow exit where people would have to crawl on all fours to get out. “If I made it any bigger it’d have to be propped up with something less it trigger a collapse.” He explained, going on more and more about the different kinds of jutsu as the fire started and they waited for their victims to run out through the hole which streamed daylight in.


“Some ninja will preach that Ninjutsu is the greatest art because of its utility and range. It can do the most versatile effects of any jutsu type. Some will say that genjutsu is amazing because nothing else can attack the mind. Maby will choose medical ninjutsu as scarcely any technique can cause irreparable damage to the right expert. I chose Taijutsu. Because out of everything all of my power is centered right within my body. No tools that can break, no hand signs to perform. At my very weakest I am more dangerous than all of the other ninja combined because I have placed all of my energy and efforts into myself. It’s not perfect, but there are advantages aplenty.”


And so, on schedule. Those trapped inside began to flee, and just when they did the two Mar’s exchanged signals. With the clone beginning to tunnel directly downward with his bare hands that were harder than steel. First two ninja popped out. Seeing the pair, one of them brandished a kunai but his cohort grabbed his arm. Looking through smoked, blood shot eyes at the taller ninja who was standing right behind the boy. They wound up holding their arms out while one after one their comrades piled out behind them. Forming a wall with them in between the rest. A couple of the twenty people that piled out had as much as arm fulls of drugs. But according to the video earlier this was not even five percent of what was stored in the rest of the facility. Out came the final man from inside who was also dressed like a ninja. His body was covered in black residue and his left eye had a makeshift patch over it. Stopping short and staring with his comrades at the two missing nin ahead of them. “He killed them! It was him!” “Rin no! We can escape now.” “He killed my friends!”


Attaching a paper bomb to a katana in a desperate bid for attack he rushed forward. Aiming for Mar bu willing to take Hiroaki in the blast that followed. Mar did not act, believing that the boy would have something ready for this. But ready to step in if he was proved wrong. The man could normally match him for speed. But he appeared to have some shrapnel embedded in his shin which was slowing him down. “He might be on drugs, he might not feel pain.” The more experienced ninja advised. Looking at the bombers eyes.



Not long after he was dealt with the clone Mar would walk back carrying three huge sized crates stacked over fifteen feet above his head. Eventually storing all the narcotics in a scroll before vanishing. “You didn't handle your end half bad at all Hiro. I’m confident that if I had been a fresher ninja much like yourself that we could still have fully handled the situation with you in control. I want to make sure you know how to lead and to follow. The balance between each makes you better at the other. Many a war has been lost because of the simple fact that half of the fight is fighting together… Yes it’s probably just under half team work, half resources, and five percent combat skill I’d wager.”


He revealed another scroll, this one was not filled with items but rather a collection of rolled up business contracts. “Here it is Hiroaki! This will be our grand work together. This is a list of everything I need to be recognized as a C rank missing ninja. And if you follow along with it to the letter you too will be much, much closer to being C rank yourself. Not to mention we’ll be walking home with 31,700 Ryo. That’s a fortune. If you never wanted to work again, you could probably manage this well and live it up for a long life yet. Not to mention with the time that you do have, money will be the least of your issues.” His eyes turned into tryo signs. “I’ll be able to make a huge pile of inventions like likes the which the world has never seen as well. So COME ON big man. We’re riding the non stop train to success! Next stop, the moon. All of the lights in the sky are stars!” He yelled while running off to their nearest objective. 


In total, they were to Discover a corporate secret chili recipe, sabotage a cheating jockey’s chances in a tournament, help a little league team beat the best young ball players in the nation, rob the family of the ball players, steal from an entire caravan, and once all of that was over they had a date with an assassin who’d be coming after a drug lord's son.



Not long after they got back into town Mar revealed a small, yellow can of deluxe chili without beans canned and filled by the Amari chili conglomerate. “I want you to try this, it’s important.” He asked, squeezing the can open like popeye and offering him a small spoon from his mess kit.If Hiroaki did comply he’d find that the chili had a very fresh taste. Like it was strait out of the crock pot. It was beefy, and thick. Ultimately just the right consistency. While being a little sweet and having a hint of spiciness.  “This mission pays well for creative problem solving. That is the unique flavor of an international chili companies signature dish. Which is currently not in their hands after their head chef has passed away.”
“So, our job is to crack the secret. He’s currently going to come by their factory hoping to negotiate for a higher percentage of the revenue. We’ve got all options available to us. Legal and illegal. But before we jump right into torturing the guy, I think we should narrow down the options first. Right now there’s a kitchen just down the street of the place where the corporation is trying to reverse engineer the product themselves. To middling results, but. They are not ninja! So we might stand a better chance, at worse. We could figure out what it isn't.”


When they got into the kitchen they could see someone who for lack of a better word looked like Mar’s thirty year old, sandy haired clone standing next to a black aproned head chef with a megaphone. “Ok, that tears it. If macadamia nuts isn't the secret ingredient then we’re looking at it wrong. Commence with my tests!” A fleet of suit wearing businessman flooded around preparing anything and everything that might divulge the secret of the heavenly chili. On the other side of the glass they could see their numerous failed attempts. 


In one they had a cow in a chamber with a tube in the ceiling and a pentogram on the floor. “Now you might ask, does the soul have mass, can it be weighed? Measured? Who cares, I’m betting the secret is the soul of gods favorite farm animals!” A man dressed like a cultist wearing a candle on his hat vowed. The cow was electrocuted to death in one burst before the tube in the ceiling sucked out the smoke from the cieling. Putting it through some kind of eldritch filtration before pumping it back directly on a waiting bowl of chili. Which was mixed and had the director take a bit out of it. “Ich! Too much sadness, for this next batch. Don’t use a preggo cow. And pump up the preservatives.


An odd, wholly looking bison creature frozen in a few hundred pounds of ice. Was freed (but still very, very dead) by a team of interns armed with small flame throwers and chainsaws. “He’s got to be getting the finest ingredients in the world and mixing it in finely with the rest of the beef. This here is a pristine Auroch. The only of it’s kind on the planet. No beef can taste as good as the scientific sin we are about to commit.” It’s prime rib was exposed, defrosted, cooked, chilified. And when the director took a bit out of it she raised an eyebrow. “Gross, it’s like. Completely watery.”


“I’VE DONE IT!” A man wearing a labcoat called from the end of the testing chamber. “You have to test it, my concoction of amphetamines nailed it on the head. I knew the flavor came from a psychoactive source. Here, taste it.” He offered a spoonful to the nearest lab tech first. Who smiled broadly. “It’s spot on completly, by jove you’ve done it-” His head then proceed to burst in a fiery blast leaving behind a bloody mist as fragments of his skull wound up in the same souped up dish that the director elected not to try. “We’ll call it a maybe, experiment with the dosage. And try it on an intern next time!”


“Hmm.” Mar thought allowed, holding his chin. “I can see why they hired us to fix this problem. Ok. So the secret could be literally anything. Maybe a special machine on the factory line that has an affect they can’t replicate. But I think we can figure this out. Our chili in question has a really short ‘best buy’ date. Part of the reason it’s so profitable, goes bad in just a month even under refrigeration. Which is awful for canned goods.They sent me a full diagnostic of the chemical makeup. And it seems unremarkable, probably really close to their standard chili actually.”


“We could look at this from a historical standpoint. Their old head chef worked his way up from the factory floor to management. Before devising his own recipe based on the original. Which is all canned at a different facility. Since he left they’ve been working with beef stalk and his canisters of special ingredients. Which seemingly appear to be regular onions and peppers as far as anyone can tell. So he’s not highly educated, but had a lot of respect among his employees.”


“Well we know from what the one guy said that if you mix just the right doses of psychoactive drugs into the dish that the taste will appear to be right. But this stuff gets rigorously tested for safety over see’s. So even subtle effects like that would definitely have been discovered by now. So it looks like we’re at the point of making a decision. We either light a match underneath the sons backside. Or we look at his factory and find out what it’s doing differently from here. I know you like to do these things by the book, so interrogating the guy is bad PR for our employer. It’d be better for our reputation if we could figure it out without him.


“Personally, if I had to put my finger on it. I’d say there has to be something that’s been done from the engineering level to make the difference here. Either machine to machine, or can to can. There’s too much evidence indicating that the chili is identical to the other products they make out. So I’m betting it’s the same stuff but going through a different procedure that either those factory workers are all hiding. Or that all but a couple of them can even realize. Oh yeah, and there’s no chance this has to do with anything like genjutsu or ninjutsu. Already ran my own tests there. The old man never had a chakra signature and neither did the boy. They’ve been trying to break their own code for years now.”



Once again he left Hiroaki to decide on how they proceeded, he was just the muscle here to back him up if anything went wrong after all. And with not so much as a half armed villager to stand in their way as a physical threat he let the boy continue. Forging a path ahead of them to uncover the corporate secrets. Mar was very happy that he’d managed to snatch up all these jobs. Even if the  catch was that they all had to be completed in one day. Still, he hoped that he and the kid were setting some kind of unwritten. Rags to riches record.


Instead of taking the road they leapt from treetop to treetop like real ninja’s. Mar letting the boy lead the pace the whole way while he much more casually made the jumps that took all of the genin’s strength accomplish. Speaking with him. “Ok, now these next two jobs are going to involve sabotaging. All we have to do is help some little league kids win the big game. Then we have to make sure a man by the name Anonio get’s second place or less. He’s known to be unbeatable and they’re known to by the best young team in the nation if not the planet. So I’ve got an outline for the plan here.”


“You’re going to train up our band of misfits, and you’re going to disguise yourself as any one of the players. I hope you’re a wiz at baseball boy because whatever you do you’re going to be their star player. Normally it’s a team game, but from what I’m told you won’t be able to count on a single ally there. They’ve got known issues, from infighting, insomnia, malaise. Every medical condition under the books.” Mar paused, holding back a horrible comment that with his proteges bad cough he should play it up in order to fit in with him. Humming slightlyas he regained his train of thought before exploring further.


“So I’ll be on the route of actually sabotaging them. All I need to do is make sure that they can’t catch me, and it’s not severe enough to disqualify them. I’ll be going after all of them, but specifically their best players. Then when we get to the jocky we’re going to switch. I’m gonna make it my mission to turn all of his competition into superhero horses like some kind of cartoon for five year olds. And you’re going to sabotage jockey and mount. This is another bonus points scenario. It’ll be way better if he plays and gets last place then if he has an accident and can’t place at all. Happy clients means more preferred contracts, easier, and with a whole lot more cash.” He checks his watch. 


“The big game starts in two hours and will end in two more hours. Then we’ve got one hour to get to the jockey race and two and a half hours to prepare. After all that, we’ve got a prison break planned in town that’ll take our attention until midnight. We gotta get it done all in one day. But thanks to a little planning and our quick success earlier this morning. I think time is the least of our concerns. We’ll set up camp again. Then review everything you learned on the way back to fang country. Then maby I can put together all the funds you made to make some special new ninja tools. I think with this much money I’d be more than able to forge you a sword fit for killing gods. Now wouldn't that be something?”



They arrived in town and shortly before meeting the team the true Mar parted ways. But not before leaving his friend a double. Who soon changed into a coaches uniform, beaming from underneath a baseball cap. “I am here to be your adult supervision! When the game actually starts, you’ll be too busy playing and too young for most people to accept you as the real coach. So I’ll be here, as nothing more than a body. And maby to help advise you when it’s time to act as the leader to this bunch of misfits. Now let’s get you introduced!”


A trolly was waiting to take them to the other stadium  in 100 minutes. He had just nine players show up, barely enough to compete. Each of them looked raggedy, ill suited for getting out of bed in the morning or asking a girl out. Let alone for playing in any kind of competitive sport. Most of them were nine year olds, all of them had shabby. Home knit uniforms that barely fit and were plugged full of holes. Their equipment was all locked up in a shed he’d have to break into if they wanted any kind of balls or gloves to throw around for last minute practice. One by one they gave a short introduction, team morale was suprisingly good and it was clear they had no idea who they were up against.
“Hi! My names Waffel.” A dark skinned little girl with pig tails and a jersey from her favorite player that was a hand-me down from her older brother. “I’m the team's pitcher, and best friends with everybody. Except for Jeremy Witticer, he always sticks gum in my hair. But let’s see. I can throw a ninety mile an hour fastball! Oh, and my arms broken!” She waved around a cast on her pitching arm with a big dumb smile. The Mar clone whispering. “I know a jutsu that’ll form a temporary seal around her arms bone. It’ll last for just under a minute before it’ll go back to being broken…”


“My names Shortcake. I’m the catcher.” Said the oldest one in the group. A twelve year old with mushroom shaped hair and a tiny stumble under his lip that he took great pride in. “I guess I’ve played some other positions before. But *yawn* that’s just so stressful you know. I’d rather warm the bench but Terry had to go to the dentist and Maury blew off his thumb with a fire cracker. It was the best, you should have seen it.” Said the ill motivated player.


“My name's Biscut, I’m first base.” Said a boy who had a dust mask over his head. “I’m not sick or anything, in fact. I never get sick at all. I can’t control how bad I am at football, or whether my parents love me or not. But I can control what germs go into my body!” It was then that one of the kids behind him pegged him in the back of the neck with a spitball. “Jeremy!”” Biscut cried out with outrage, freaking out like he’d literally burst into hives before removing a moist towelette from his pocket and removing the intrusion. “Filthy, filthy, filthy.” He obsessively said, wandering to the dumpster on the other side of the field to throw it away.


“I’m Springroll, second base.” A tall, thin ten year old girl with big hazel eyes and brown hair going to her shoulders would say. She adjusted her glasses. “I’m legally blind, but I’m passable with my specs. It’s uh, it’s really hard to see baseballs. So usually I just follow the others and am ready to catch the ball when people say my name. I’m sorry for being useless.” She remarked with an uncharacteristic level of self awareness with the team.


“Bark!” Their third baseman called out, jumping on Hiroaki and licking the crap out of his face unless he swiftly dodged. *Pant* “Mrrr, bark. Yap!* The german shepard piped up. Explaining in dog tongue. ‘Hello there! I am Waffel’s best friend, we do the ball game at home all the time. I like to be Springrolls seeing eye dog when her glasses break. Which is like, more days then I get belly rubs. And I get belly rubs all the time. I like you, even if we don’t win you can be my friend for as long as you want. I will protect you.” It then proceeded to run off the field for nearly twenty minutes chasing a poor milk man down a couple of blocks before he eventually climbed a tree. “Yeah, we got a special note from the head of the league saying he could be a member. And it’s a real morale boost having such a perfect mascot. His names King Barkanado the third, but we call him third. Cause he plays third base.” Waffel offered.


Their shortstop got to practice late, showing up on an awesome coloured wheel chair with tassels on the handles and flames on the wheels. He had his hair dyed orange with big brown eyes to match. “Hi! Nice to meet you, they call me dumpling. I’m like, the best player at Smashleague pro seventh edition whenever everyone comes over to my house. I’ve got the most practice of anyone here if you count that game. Oh, and I’m really good at catching if I’m close to where the balls gunna land.”


Looking around, his left and right fielders appeared to be missing. Until Hikari found two young boys beating the snot out of one another behind the fence on the other end of the field. “Cookie Biggins! You aren’t allowed to have the same favorite ninja as me!” “Katsue the hurricane is everyone’s favorite you mouth breathing peice of trash! That’s all you are Bread Johnson.” “Don’t you say my name!” “How about I say this!?” Asked Cookie who was currently on the ground. “Rock Style, Earth Release.” He grabbed a nearby stone and smacked it into his enemies eye. Rolling over on top now before Bread bit his thumb.


“Yeah they’re always at each others throats.” The dreary Shortcake responded with a yawn. “Bread is angry at the world, why wouldn't he be? His parents named him bread. Oh and Cookie seems sweet but he’s always talking behind people's backs. Spreading gossip, he’s the reason half of our team quit. Most of them after crying and breaking down. I’m gonna guess Bread will probably be next. He can’t cut it and when he’s spiraling like this-” “Hey fatty, did you just say I can’t cut it?” “What?! No!” Shortcake took off running with the violent youth right behind him.


After that, the last member of his team appeared behind him. Smacking on a mouthful of big league chew and blowing an obnoxious bubble. He puta hand on Hikari’s shoulder. “I’m Jeremy Wittiker. My parents were the ones who hired you and your little cheerleader to come and make us win. Idiots, it’s all they ever care about. I’m pretty much the best at everything, I once broke a high schoolers ribs with this one ball I knocked right into his stupid belly. But I’m already captain of football, and the math club, and the swim team. I feel like taking it easy. So you better line me up for some sweet, easy home runs or I’ll tell my mom and she’ll have a drifter like you six feet under by sundown. I’m her special little angel, I deserve a walk up easy street.”



Meanwhile, just a few blocks down the street. The other team, the New Phillyville Dragons. Was having a barbecue to celebrate the end of the season. Secure in the fact that they’d already won. Mar tried to glance through a gap in the fence but found it impeccable. Resorting to using Nectar to take a good look of the scene. They had nearly thirty boys at the cookout. All in uniforms which looked immaculate. They had an ice statue, and a hawk eyed ninja bodyguard on the payroll who shooed Nectar off within the first second of having seen him. ‘This is going to be difficult, good thing I left Hiroaki with the kids. He’s probably got an easy job.’


Mar simply stayed, waiting for an opportunity for several moments before it came in the way of a misthrown base ball. Which went right over the fence landing not ten meters from where Mar was standing. He ran over to hide behind a pile of golf club bags staged there for the country club. “Boys, don’t go outside of the fence. Wilhelm, go retrieve that please.” A man asked his subordinate. Who appeared with the telltale flash of the body flickering technique. Mar acted fast, using the quiet steps technique to rush behind him. Before grabbing him by his headband and chucking the ninja eighty meters into a sand hazard. Darting after him.


As soon as Mar jumped above a small hill eight shuriken came out in a wave at him. By ducking his head, rolling, and opening the first gate he was able to catch four and make the others miss. “Not bad, but can you- Crap!” He was cought in mid air as it seemed the ninja was only trying to draw his attention with the ranged attack. Sprinting to the right and making out several hand signs at full tilt. Mar rushed through the fewer hand signs of the wind jump technique. Curving to the side in mid air while his butt was slightly roasted by a fireball which flew off into the sky and dispersed. 


Mar resolved to end this quickly before their brawl was discovered by the partygoers. His hands flowed into the signs of the common clone jutsu. Creating several illusions to throw his target off base. They then all performed the hand signs for the body flickering technique. Just like he hoped, the ninja lashed out with more shuriken. But they were aimed at the wrong target. His body slipped into speeds so incredible he was totally invisible. But only for a moment, appearing at the ninja side to deliver a swift chop to the neck taking him out of the fight.


Looking around in a hurry after taking his new disguise with the transformation jutsu, he returned to the party with the lost ball in hand. Panting suspiciously which the host picked up on. “That took a while.” He thought fast. “A dog went and swiped the thing.” “A hound off its leash? In my good suburban neighborhood? I’ll call animal control and arrange a hunt right away.” The mayor said. Immediately excusing himself to make the necessary preparations. Wanting for nothing to go wrong for his boys special day. Mar rubbed his hands together menacingly. Looking over all the now vulnerable targets that he had to sabotage in such a short time frame.


He started by patrolling his way to the buffet table which was still in the process of being filled by a small team of chefs idly conversing as they worked. It’d be very difficult to act with them all on duty so he waited for about twenty minutes laying low until one had to go relieve himself. Quietly following him indoors to the three story house hold. “Oh, do you need to go first?” The kindly cook asked him outside of the bathroom. “Go ahead, I’m gunna have a smoke-” Mar slapped his temple. Knocking him out instantly before dragging the man inside and stowing him in a hamper. 


Walking back onto the scene with his new disguise he nodded to the cook currently manning the grill. Who was just putting away the beef colour spray he was using on the vegan patties most of the team were eating instead of the real thing. “Hey I can take the grill for a while man.” He offered, his associate shrugged. Walking over to instead prepare some more ants on a log for the kiddo’s. His time was nigh. When no one was looking he stored the sizzling vegetable patties away in a pocket dimension. Before replacing them with a bunch of all beef patties just slightly passed their expiration date. Chuckleing with amusement.


Once this batch of burgers was cooked up, he returned inside and dawned his ninja disquise again. Looking around the ground floor until he found a table where all of the teams uniforms were piled up next to several duffel bags full of equipment. Like a prankster, he set to work. Each of the jersy’s was doused with just enough itching powder that his unexpected young victims would not be able to see or smell it. He used a kunai to carve off the cleats of their every last shoe.


During this process a servant came down holding yet more uniforms fresh from the wash and dropping them in fright. Like an animal he pounced over ten meters. Not being the type to hurt an innocent lady he assailed her with duct tape. Wrapping her up with a third of a roll before using his chakra sense to get a feel for the layout of the building. One long jump up the stairs and he opened the attack to throw her up inside. ‘That outta buy me enough time…’ He reasoned.


Returning back downstairs. He covered the balls in vaseline, he shaved away the grips on all the baseball bats, he covered their gear with stink spray which would only hit harder given the nausea they were all about to experience. Going outside briefly he collected ants from a hive to place inside of their mits. Filling the rest with glue. He ruined their perfect set of laundry with buckets of water poured over everything so it’d be cold and unpleasant beyond belief.


He raided the medicine cabinet and walked back outside to get himself a drink. After washing his hands of the sin that he’d committed on all of these children. While they were trying to figure off where the third cook went off too he mixed in a bottle of sleeping pills into the punch and the lemonade. Stirring vigorously and confident that it would sap all the energy and spirit from the boys before the big game. He kept operating fast. Wanting to keep everyone from getting suspicious. With just one last part of his plan.


Walking up to a very popular man wearing a coached uniform with blue fishing sunglasses and a baseball cap. He offered something from under his coat. A bottle of Tequila with a little blue bow on it. The good stuff. “Ohh? Thank you, but I really shouldn't open it until after the-” “Your host, er. My employer wanted me to give this to you. It’s eighteen year old single malt. Very, very good luck for times like this. He said not to worry about it, what are we going to loose to the worst team in the nation?” He offered charismatically, pouring him a double into a glass. “Well, when you put it that way.”


Mar excused himself out the front door and as soon as no one was looking. Started taking off in a sprint, skipping merrily and cackling in a juvenile voice. “That was so much fun! Sorry boys, but maybe you’ll learn something from this defeat. I think your parents will learn to hire better ninja.” He snarkily remarked, this was usually unlike him. So kind and caring to most kids. But the pay was good and if anyone deserved it they probably belonged in the upper class. He was sure they would all recover and even more certain of their victory. Now for those jockey races…



“Crap, crap we’re so late!” Mar shouted, holding Horaki from his coat and leaping tree to tree at nearly four times their usual traveling speed. “Who’d have thought rigging and playing through a baseball game would take more time than anything else!? We still need to rig that jocky race and spring that innocent man out of prison in… 1 hour!?” He checked his watch, somehow accelerating even further and likely making his patsy extremely sick in the process.


 It took them fifteen more minutes just to arrive in town. “Good thing this final horse race is at 1AM. Now we just need to.-” His draw dropped as he made out a sign in the darkness of the night just barely. Which said. “Welcome to Fibberdale.” “Noooo!” He cried out. Proceeding to run through with Hiroaki now at utterely ludicrous speeds. At times chopping entire hundred year old tree’s in two with his hand just to save a few more seconds off of their time. “We’re supposed to be in Fabesdale!”


Along the way they passed over the target caravan that they were meant to rob. "Her, dink, goto..." He mumbled, trying to work together a quick plan. "They're going to stop in town to watch the big race kid. That's when we'll burgle them." He decided, for times sake alone. "We're after a strongbox full of gems that they've picked up from one of their last trades. Don't let me leave here without it..."


Mar’s legs were trembleing by the time they made it to their final destination. “It’s ok, it’s ok. We’ve got… 15 MINUTES!?” There was a juicy splat as he bit the hell out of his tongue to draw blood before slamming it on the ground to perform the summoning jutsu at top speeds. “Ok kid, you rig the race, I’ll free the prisoner. 3,2,1. Go akatsuki!” He howled, pressing Nectar into the kids pocket, breaking open the fifth gate and tossing him clear to the other side of town before the bird took over and let him hover down to the rest of the destination. “Jeeze! He’s working you like a slave, you ok little buddy?” The tiny. Humming valk asked.



“OOOOOH!” He let out a battle cry while charging headfirst into the heart of the prison. He was noticed instantly by a spotlight and repeating crossbows rained down arrows. Some of which were on fire. Into his body. Each one that made contact by luck merely bouncing off like he was wearing a full suit of armor beneath his skin. With a running kick he heavily dented the towering thirty foot tall steel drawbridge. They turned the last of their static defences on him when he had only eight minutes left. Pouring down flaming napalm which barely reddened his skin due to warmpth but incinerated all but his fire resistant undergarments. They were able to level a full on ballista which fired with a bolt much larger than him.


Opening the second gate Mar felt the entire world move half as quickly around him. Which was all the advantage he needed. Leaping forward so fast the sticky gasoline was torn from his toned body leaving a trail of fire. He kicked off the massive bolt in mid air. Doing a large backflip over to it’s twin on the other side of the gate which was loated but not fired. “AHHHHHH!” “AHHH!” The guards and engineers cried. Backing the hell away as he landed on top of it. Some of them getting showered in splinters but the rest being privy to the most incredible thing they’d seen in their lives as mar kicked out the loaded crossbow bolt. Which fell off the wall and shattered on the ground below. Before landing on the bottom, heaving the entire siege machine off it’s foundations to face the highest tower. Twelve stories tall in the prison. And hopping back once more to load himself before throwing a kunai at the mechanism and firing.


With a stupendous boost and a leap everything got quiet as the totally black. Soot covered ninja got closer and closer to what he presumed to be the cell where his target was kept in. Tearing off the door and flinging it back he called. “I’m here to rescue you- What?” In confusion, finding only two. Partly clothed figures in what looked to be the nicest room in town. There was a gold plaque on that read. “Warden Sanders.” Somthing clicked in his head. “I’m here for Tony Yunnei. Where is he warden?” Too confused and embarrassed to respond in full sentences. Both figures pointed down. “9 floors below ground.” Mar groaned. Checking a digital clock. “Four f**** minutes? Seriously?”


Before taking one step back and falling over the balcony. Shifting all the way into the fourth gate. He spiraled around and performed a heavenly kick of pain directly at the foundations. All of the prison was built around a single tower. Which cracked and leaned with enormous weight. “Hyup-!!!” He groaned, slowly lifting the entire tower upwards. With it’s several lower layers coming as well. The alarm was sounding full blast. Over the bullhorn he heard. “Stop him men, everyone. Do something! We gotta stop him!”


Mar was surrounded by dozens of guards who all tried to make some effort to impede his progress. They blasted him with tear gas, which smelled lightly of pepper to him. They tried to impale him with spears thrown and thrusted time after time. But most of them simply broke for the effort. A dozen at once grew close enough to bludgeon him with trenches and try to muscle him backwards but nobody was up to the test. Though the entire tower had moved a couple of inches. He knew their had to be a better way.


Letting go and swiping all of the extra off with one swing of his arm. Mar performed the shadow clone jutsu to call in reinforcements. The two clones of him appeared sprinting at full tilt for the drawbridge. It’s attendants scattering in fear. One hefted up the winch itself while the other one severed the connection to the bridge. Before repeating this process with the leftmost one. The door slammed open in a broken mess, before they turned the chains around to now face the tower. Leaping forward like trapeze artists and holding onto the chains with their ankles to bridge the gap and connect the two.


Mar took their old place on the top of the drawbridge and forced himself into the fifth gate. His body screaming in agony from the overexertion much at the same volume that he screamed while wheeling up both of the winches at once. Now with double pully power and two clones adding in their muscle the tower was yanked from the ground fast. Being catipulted nine stories in the air. Before it could think of landing Mar surged forward. Arms at his sides, diving through the bottom floor with his chakra sense to find his target. He slipped in through one part of the concrete and out the other end. Before his clones stepped in to try and catch it. Loosing their lives as their forms were shredded down to smoke but succeeding in preventing a great deal of human casualties. The tower leaned violently to the side. Everything within thrown around like a hurricane. But not one guard or prisoner was killed or maimed during his over the top escape.



Mar got the man shipped home on a prearranged boat, deliriously wandering back to where he and Hiro had first split ways. Summoning an extra pair of clothes from his belongings and taking a dip in the stream to clean off all of the soot. Even if he still reeked of napalm and sawdust. He looked much better for it. Panting, and at the very limits for his stamina. He had no f***s left to give anymore.

Lieing down on a street bench, he giggled when his apprentice returned. “We did it, we’re rich, we’ll be famous in the underworld. Heroes. Oh god… Urg. Oh, ok. So, do you still want that drink or what?” He offered, if the kid was dying, and he’d been working half as hard as Mar had the entire day. Why not let him indulge in a little bit of vacation juice? To hell with the consequences. Weather he accepted it or not Mar could feel himself drawn to the nearest late night convenience store. Buying a large, middle range bottle of sake and summoning a pair of mugs from his mess kit to share. Though he couldn't get drunk, the familiar taste still suited him. “What’d you think of all that Hiro? That’s a big taste of the missing nin life…”

Mar groaned at the mention of the prison break, laughing sourly as he held his hands up. "You woulden't believe me if I told you, but ok. So I first came there and tried kicking down the doors, got shot with arrows by about a hundred people. Hop up on a ballista bolt this big." He points to a large flagpole nearby. "Flip another ballista upside down, shoot myself to the highest floor. Find the warden getting busy in her room. She tells me where my patsy us, about 9 floors underground. At this point, I want him out now. They had a battalion of people stabbing me, throwing trash, calling me rude names. When I went down to the base and pulled the whole building up. Wanting even more speed, I use a couple clones to rig up their drawbridge like this crazy pully. We all pull off the most ridiculous manuever you've ever seen, rip the whole dungeon from the earth with this nine story tower ontop of it. And I rush out of there with the guy before the last brick hits the ground."

He scratches his head. "I've never been so tired and freaked out in my life. I was sure any second some ninja would come out and bake me with something strong enough to actually hurt. But it never happened... Real sorry about leaving the Jocky and the darn robbery in your hands. But it looks like you performed remarkably well under the pressure. I'm happy to say I'd trust you at my side on any mission." 'Which is more than I can say for Seiichi.' He thought in the back of his mind.

"Any wish can come true, if you believe in it. And understand how complicated the path may be. If you think the wish starts in this fountain, than even the rustiest coin will do." Mar took out a coin himself, performing the same ritual as he saw his younger accomplice do it. 'May you be a splendid man, and outlive me.' He asked the heavens. Putting his hands in his pockets, he replied to his protege's question. "Every day of my life Hiroaki." He tried to keep his point simple, and direct. "My parents were worked half to death like slaves in a town we couldn't ever leave as a family. So they sent me crawling out of a tiny tunnel when I was nine years old. Sometimes, it feels like I'm the only one in the world with a good head on my shoulders. Trust is so hard to find..."

He tapped the kid on the back, now offering him a canteen of water. "You'll feel better tomorrow if you drink this. Driiiink, this." He made clear with pantomime. When the boy needed assistance he tried to give him a piggy back. Holding him like he was a delicate porcaline doll. "Well she's never mentioned a boy to me before. Currently I'm halvsies between asking her out or Nectar." His eyes fluttered, what the hell just came out of his mouth? Maby he could get drunk after all. "Yer lucky I picked up this hangover cure jutsu, it'll probably save your life tomorrow."

10,321 Words. +25 Trained AP. + 37 Mission AP +20,000 Ryo.  Hangover Cure (188) Ventrilaquism (188) Five Seal Barrier (750) Mark Tracking Jutsu (750)  Water Sealing (375) Mark Seal (188)  Snatch Steal (375)   Leaf Style, Willow (375)  Chakra Clense (188) Temporary Paralasis Technique (375) Spider Web Flower (750) Reverse Beheading (750)  Chakra Infusion (1500) Wind Release, Chakra Blade (750)

Claiming:
23 stats (9556/400=23; will go into the appropriate chak/speed/str for jutsus)
Missions and the 37 mission AP +20,000 Ryo from them
Shadow Clone Jutsu  (1500 WC req)  1/2 off from learning from Mar turning it to 750 req.
Hiding with Camouflage Technique  (1,500 WC req)
Deflect (1000 WC req)
Parry Technique (1000 WC req)
Cloud Style: Crescent Moon Beheading (1000 WC req)
Cloud Style: Reverse Beheading (1000 WC req)
Kenjutsu: Quickdraw (1000 WC req)
Manipulating Attack Blades (1000 WC req)
Hidden Mist Technique (500 WC req)
Water Replacement (500 WC req)
Puppet Art: Ventriloquism (250 WC req)
(9500/9556 used)

Approved at Hiroaki. 

Mar... you cannot learn jutsu above C rank in a spec you don't have. Looking at your page, I'm not seeing med or gen anywhere. Let's change your claims.

Approved at Mar.