Let's Wrestle Kid!

Sat Dec 26, 2020 8:07 pm

Waz made his way to the Hoshi gates with his purpose of returning to his old village. He has since then perished his methods during the era of Valen when he escaped successfully. But this time, he only came for a spectacular reason. During his time at kazangakure, something was bothering the poor shinobi. He was looking for destruction as his mind galloped with hate. He advanced towards the Hoshi gates with a kunai in his right hand. He took several breaths, knowing his intention would put him in danger, but the risk would assuredly be worth it.

The distance between the real him and the gates was approximately eight-meters. As he weaved the tiger, horse, and clone seal, he would summon two shadow clones, both identical to him, 2 meters apart. Both made their way towards the gate of hoshigakure. He wouldn't know what he would anticipate from a village like this, but he would nevermore back down from a fight. And if any-case if death were to take part, he would more and so, accept it. The clones then would go ahead, 4 meters away from the user and ahead of him.

The goka clan weaved another hand-sign as he yielded himself with numerous thick orbs surrounding him and rotating him. He understood that if any man attempted to get close, they would get spiced up like a pre-made barbeque toast. He wasted no time as he spoke sharply as he could. "He is a glass jaw rat, and I'm going to shatter him for piecing up my auntie!"

WC: 261

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Sun Dec 27, 2020 11:23 am

.:::Dusk:::.

The lads had been at it again. The game of dice was played in the barracks right outside of the Gate and Alto who was the bloody champion of it was up for the count. Dusk could swear he was using his fucking Byakugan to cheat.

“Motherfucker-” Dusk cursed aloud, his fist slamming on the wooden table, throwing the dices on the mud-caked earth. A burst of laughter followed from the boys towards their luck struck Jounin. And he felt the blood pumping to his veins, so much so that he could tell his hair might turn from blue to red with anger.

“All right pretty boy, cough up the green,” Alto Hyuuga said after sucking air through his teeth to compose himself. Asking for money, everyone put on a serious face, Dusk had come to realize in his nine and ten years of life. With a thin white hand, he made for his pocket, and gingerly felt the kunai on his fingertips. For a moment he pictured it, stabbing the dark blade in and through Alto's disgusting horse face.

But he knew better by then. He was no longer the brat from his early shinobi days, known for his brass temper that no one was spared from, not even his superiors in the Hoshi system.

Pulling out the thousand Ryo from his pocket, he threw them on the ground.

“Here is your peanut money Alto, but find out you were cheating. I'll turn you into fertilizer for my Trees,” Dusk said, half-jokingly and excused himself to take a piss. Not that it mattered his shift was almost done. Only half an hour before hitting the six-hour mark, where he could fuck off from the gates and go to his featherbed.

The more patrol missions the village gave him, the fatter his paychecks. He needed that now having left his rather lucrative entertainer career behind. He missed the perks that being a singer and actor came with, but there was no choice. The Village Hidden in the Stars was in need of good men and women. He had promised himself he was going to do it. Since he dusted off his Hoshi headband and never looked back.

He stepped into the sunrise, yellow eyes slowly adjusting to the morning light. There was no way the lanterns of the barracks could ever compare to it. Dusk unzipped near the bushes from the Village Gates as steam rose in the cold morning air. Once he was done he zipped his breeches and then wiped his hands with a clean lavender smelling cloth, which he put in a pocket to throw away at a bin later. Littering the environment was an act his Senju would not allow.

One-step and then another, the watcher stopped when he was two meters away from the gates, taking a good look at what he was protecting. For some reason, the shinobi turned signer -then shinobi again- enjoyed lighting cigarettes up more than smoking them. But he would proceed to smoke one all the same, as he turned around to take a good look at the nectar curtain of sunrise.

It was then he saw the man, unannounced, walking towards the gates. Dusk feared for the worst. A messenger perhaps, to herald the bad news that something happened to the Hogokage and his entourage down in Sunagakure. The Land of Birds native activated his Eye mind of the Kagura, the lite version, as the man was 15 meters away and well within its range. Bronze skinned with big red eyebrows and high cheekbones. They were very tall.

The recognition came a second later, and the eye of truth, which scaled in power with his chakra, saw the man was no friend. Waz Goka, a former Hoshigakure shinobi that had escaped with Valen Akari, when that fuckwit had shown up at the gates trying to burn the village to the ground. Apparently, the big boy had split up from the rest of the group. Figures. He never joined to help Valen fulfill his stupid fantasies but to save his own hide. Waz Goka’s aunt ran a criminal organization -that Waz was the underboss of- within the village, human trafficking. While his aunt had been dealt with -Dusk had personally done the deed- Waz’s trail had been cold for nearly a year now.

Only half an hour was left until the watch was over, and he could have gone to sleep. Yet a bingo book criminal made their appearance. The Jounin widened his stance, fine black shinobi sandals brushing against the soft sand. Father always said aim for peace, but if you can’t aim for peace aim between the eyes.

There were three men now coming at him, two of them further in the vanguard. With the third one remaining stationary, six meters away from where Dusk was. Orbs like small suns magicked up around him. It seemed he had recognized the young Tachibana. But the shit talk did not matter now.

A fine technique it was and dangerous-looking that the Tachibana was up against. More so if the Waz Goka in the rear who was using it had actually shot them and not leave all 5 of the 25 cm orbs to rotate half a meter away from their face and above their neck. Essentially creating a wall of blinding light surrounding their head.

Two wooden branches would begin to grow to their maximum size from Dusk’s shoulders and a third one from the center of his hairless chest. All angling towards the enemy, tearing through Dusk’s sandalwood brown t-shirt. Shame, the nineteen-year-old really liked that t-shirt. His gray Jonin flak jacket had been left inside the barracks. So it would offer no resistance to his mastered signature technique. Growing to their maximum sizes, at technique speed, the branches would pierce through anything in their way. Or at least what their that their jutsu power boosted with Dusk's vigor allowed them to.

That could include the two warriors in the vanguard, who were well within their range, 2 meters away from Dusk. With the pointy end, the branches would aim for the soft tissue of the neck and then a bit upwards to potentially exit through the back of the skull. Unless the clones could successfully tank or dodge then they would be dispelled as the wooden spears would prove quite lethal for their constitution.

At the same time, the wooden spear that had grown on the Jounin’s chest would take flight, as its target was six meters away and well out of reach had it stayed attached to the body. The wooden branch would aim at the left shoulder of the warrior in the rear. To avoid clashing with the wall of orbs hoovering around the Goka’s head. If it successfully pierced through the shoulder, the pointy would potentially form an exit wound and half the shaft would go through before stopping.

Dusk would keep his position and see if the events would play out in reality as they did in his mind. Ready to adjust accordingly if they did not, and or ready to react if they did and there was another potential action coming from the adversaries in the area.

WC:1195

Spoiler:

Sun Dec 27, 2020 8:16 pm

Waz was unable to get off the way so he gets hit with the branches and dies.

Just claiming death

Thanks for this much appreciated. :thumbsup: I needed this small experience.

Sun Dec 27, 2020 10:36 pm

Everything went as predicted, and all had wooden spears had found their respective targets. The clones were the first to fall, the pointy ends of the wooden spears were now visible through the backs of both of their skulls. The gruesome scene immediately blanketed by the signature white cloud of clones dispelling.

As for the true warrior away in the rear, death would not come so fast. The wooden spear had pierced the shoulder with such force that made the bigger man fall down.

“Talk now, scumbag.” The Senju descendant said aloud. He watched as the shiny orbs hovering around the Goka, full of life a second ago, were starting to diminish. Before long their fire in this world would be no more it seemed. And their master was soon to follow. A mental command was cast by the ninjutsu specialist and the branch buried in Waz’s bicep would grow four more from its shaft. Making a bright red rain take flight in the cold morning air.

Dusk retracted his mastered signature technique back to his body and walked closer. Taking a good look. So violently the branches grew, that tore the man’s arm clean from his body along with his head and most of his upper torso.

People were gathering around the gate having heard of the commotion. Their voices burned clear in Dusk’s ears, their whispers too for a second it felt as if he could even hear their thoughts. Now was a good time to shut down the Eye mind of the Kagura, he figured.

Reaching down to the weapon pouch clipped at his belt he would magic up a scroll. The body could be looted later for valuable, but now was not a good time. He unrolled it with one quick movement of his hand. The fuinjutsu formula upon the yellow parchment began to emanate rapidly when he fused her own chakra with it. A puff of smoke and a lake of red remained where the dismembered body was a second ago.

That and the man’s balding head. Or at least what was left of it. The Corpse storage scroll had missed it somehow. After placing the scroll back to the empty pocket of black cargo pants Dusk reaches out to grab the head with his free hand. From there he made his lamented walk back towards the entrance of the Village.

Alto, the Hyuuga Chuunin and partner for today’s watch was amidst the amassing crowd. His Byakugan activated, Dusk saw. Chakra pulsing along the veins and nerves of the face. They bulged up in a manner almost grotesque, reaching up from the top of his spinal column and across his cheeks, up to his temples, and into his eyes.

“Dusk, what happened.” The pupils in his eyes distinct, the outline etched into the iris via a flexing vein, giving Alto a fierce and hostile appearance. But apparently, even with the Byakugan, he couldn’t tell what had happened ten meters away from him. When he received no response, he changed the question.

“Who was that?” Alto asked looking at the head oozing blood, chunks of bones, and worse.

“Some asshole,” Dusk answered. The crowd made way for him to pass.

If Waz had shown to die an hour later Dusk would have avoided this entire ordeal. Sometimes he wondered if he should have stayed in the Land of Tea and work in a coffee shop. Sometimes he wondered if it was too late to go back now.

WC:579
TWC: 1774
[EXIT with Dusk]

Claiming for Ayato
1774 WC towards Revolving Needle Shield [1774|1885] with 25% discount
The body of Waz Goka and all of their belongings

Sun Dec 27, 2020 10:38 pm

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