Chance Meetings (Mission - Hunter)

“Tik Tok, goes the clock.”

Seated but with a total height of 5ft 5, a male wearing predominantly light blue attire found himself sat by a boulder big enough to conceal his small stature, from both prying eyes and the scorching sun. The small shadow cast over his body effectively concealing and cooling him simultaneously. He wore a jacket, the interior of the sleeves patched with a small piece of fabric, strong enough to hold a single Kunai on either side. Carrying two weapon pouches on his right hip, he was to some extent armed to the teeth as far weaponry was concerned, carrying a combination of Kunai, Shuriken and military rations between the two pouches.

To his right, partially concealed by the sand laid a closed Fuma Shuriken while an open one remained strapped against his back in its open state. The open Fuma Shuriken was tied to wire that was sown into the lining of Sanjis garment with a small looped piece of wire lingering by his wrist. Naturally, normal arm movement, didn’t have an impact on the Fuma Shuriken or the wire that was attached to it as there was approximately 4 meters of the wire creating a form of slack. However, upon deployment of the Shuriken, Sanji has the option to utilise the wire to redirect the Fuma Shuriken once it has travelled no more than 4 meters. Should he failed or refuse to redirect it, the wire attached to the Shuriken would continue to travel in line with the weapons trajectory, shredding Sanjis garment lining at no deficit to the Shurikens speed or strength.

Naturally, with the wire flying loose, an enemy could quite as easily secure grip in an effort to stop or further redirect the Shuriken. Continuing with the topic of arms, Sanji wore a black, sleek crystal blade on his left hip. The hilt, shiny and black, an item he procured from one his victims, one that he grew quite fond of.

Sanji was a creature of habit, he only scouted a handful of locations around the village Hidden in the Sand. He took care to pick his locations within a specific perimeter of the village to ensure that a minimum of a few hours would be required for any aid to arrive in the event of a crime being committed.  One infamous location where he had robbed almost a dozen individuals was an isolated region in the large field of sand that provided some cover for a spot of rest and recuperation. The location in question had one large boulder, approximately 10 feet tall and five meters wide.

Almost by necessity of out of habit, countless poor victims rested at this location to hide from the piercing gaze of the sun. Sat 15 meters away, with his back towards the boulder where the duo had congregated, Sanji found himself seated by in front of another boulder, completely out of sight. This boulder was 5 meters tall, with a width of 3 meters, just enough to conceal him with the result of the playing field being nothing but sand.

Alerted by a sudden ‘Yo’ the veins around Sanjis eyes immediately contracted, his right hand silently snatching the now buried Fuma Shuriken, his Byakugan travelling towards the source of the sound  before darting to the location of the larger boulder where he could see two individual and what appeared to be a small creature, a reptile with its own form of a chakra network. Situated 15 meters away from the likes of Aokidanze and Raian, with Saizou being located to the south east of the missing nin duo, north east of Sanji, exactly 10 meters away, Sanji decided that it was time for the show to get on the road.

While he enjoyed thoroughly stalking his prey, allowing them to marinate before robbing them of their possessions, he found the prospect of a 3 vs 1 far too exciting. “Three against… meee.” a psychotic grin forming on his face as he effortlessly stood to his feet at top speed, the nerves around his eyes relaxed, the Byakugan cancelled, he appeared from behind the boulder resting his evil gaze on the duo directly opposite him.

The first of the men that drew his attention was a man dressed in all black, giving off the vibe of a wealth business man. “Ooh, I love those.” He thought to himself before quickly darting to the next fella. This man was built like a truck, tall, muscular, with his all black eyes coupled with a small white pupil sending a chill up Sanji spine. The latter of the duo was dressed a lot more casually which is to be expected considering temperature of at the desert. “What sort of lunatic wears all black in a desert?” he thought briefly while registering Aokidanzas attire on a more emotional level. The last individual sharing in the businessman’s hair color, stood at a height of around 5 foot 7, dressed in a dark attire, he too must have been mad.

“Well… well… well..” he shouted, so loud in fact that even a deaf man would have heard him. With a firm grip of his right hand on the close Fuma Shuriken, Sanji began to slowly approach at the rate of 10 speed, stopping no further than 13 meters away. “Heh, heh, heh.” a mincing grin, coupled with an awkward laugh was enough to make a person shudder or cringe. “I see dead people… and sometimes dead is better. Although you can’t savour all the… little emotions.” there was a cadence to his tone, his words sounded bonkers yet full of emotion, his body was exhilarated. The kleptomaniac was about secure some more unnecessary gear to add to his collection or better yet, a few fresh bodies to dine on during the winter months.

Raising his index finger he proclaimed, “You’ll have none other than 2 choices… The first. Lay down your money, arms and gear… An’ you can head home to your lovin’ families.” Raising his middle finger, he continued “The second. YOU DIE.” His eyes lit up at the thought of the second option, the hairs of his body standing on edge as his smile stretched from ear to ear, exposing a crooked, toothy grin. Looking up at the sky he continued his shoddy sermon, “OHHHH AND THERE WILL BE BLOOOOOOOOOOD! AND AS YOUR LIFE ENDS REMEMBER THE GREAT LORD SANJI WHO GAVE YOU A… **voice crack** choice.” he turned his gaze back towards the group, his cheeks instantly flooding with blood immediately vasodilating… he was blushing.

“Fuckin’ ruined it.”

He muttered under his breath, extending his right foot but a few centimetres to give the sand a light kick out of sheer discontent.

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WC – 1125
OOC – Apols for the delay. All the best, good luck, have fun!

“Well… it lo—” he shouted out, abruptly stopping mid-sentence as the muscle headed male began to charge him. “Guess I finally understand what they mean by brawn for brains… Byakugan.” The muscles around Sanjis temples contracted the moment the male left both his previous location and the precious small lizard. Sanji remained completely motionless, the muscle headed male moving and acting almost in unison with the sharply dressed one while the third male simply stood in the distance, afraid to join in perhaps.

Having moved 1 meter, now at a distance of 12 meters to the Hyuuga, the Jugo released a volley of 50 chakra based needles in a cone arch in front his body. The Senbon were released from left to right, each around six inches in length with a gap of three inches between each Senbon. Naturally, from a first glance it was evident to the Hyuuga that the strong headed male hadn’t accounted for the height of the Hyuuga. Having released the Senbon in front of his body while standing at a height of 6ft 2 just brought the volley to head height for Sanji, with the lowest layer of the Senbon travelling at a consistent height of 1.55 meters from the ground, around a 20th of meter lower than the Hyuggas head. However, with the innate speed of the volley in relation to the strong headed male, in the distance that it would taken for the Jugo to move 1 meter, the volley would have only progressed a 7th of the distance. As a result, the male came to collide with a minimum of 2 of the senbon, receiving a 20 speed debuff in the process, now moving at an impaired speed of 45, slower than the Senbon thus preventing him from being able to collide with any more of his own technique.

In tandem with the volley of lightning-based chakra senbon, the black haired male, clad head to toe in a dark attire aggressively circulated his charka into the surroundings. Parts of trees began emerging from the ground at a steady pace to Sanjis reflex speed. Naturally with the nature of the technique, Sanji was able to identify the points impacted by the males chakra before the trees even pierced the layer of sand. But the moment the first tree began emerging, his suspicions were confirmed, “He’s trying to trap MEEEEEEEEEEEEE?” he grinned. Trapping the target was a tactically sound decision. With the distribution of chakra along the ground, aided with his 360 degree viewing angle, Sanji was able to quickly discern that the emerging trees were primed to limit his movement.

With the trees set to emerge a 1.5 meters to the left, right and rear of the Hyuuga, the only option he saw was forward. With Raian still charging towards him like a wounded animal, Sanji finally decided to spring to action, the black eyed male around 10 meters away from the blue eyed Hyuuga at this point. Thanks to utility provided to him by the Byakugan, Sanji was able to monitor all three of the men quite closely despite any obstructions that maybe in the way.

Lowering his centre of mass, tightening his grip on the Fuma Shuriken while effectively lowering his stature to a point where the top of his head was 1 meter from the ground, thus half a meter below the layers of the Chidori Senbon, he sprung forward towards the rushing bull, using his left and right palms to imitate a beast like movement, travelling on all fours at the speed of the wounded Jugo. The sound of the Fuma Shuriken clanging against the ground echoed with every movement while the trees began to surround the group. With the speed of both the Jugo and Senbon being relatively similar at this point, in the time that it would take for the Jugo to travel 4 meters, the gap between him and the flying Senbon would have equated to half a meter at best. Taking advantage of the now 2 meter gap between the giant and the imp, constantly observing his surroundings, the Hyuuga couldn’t help but notice that the black haired male had closed a 3 meter gap, with the flow of chakra increasing through his network, it was evident that he was the smarts of the operation while the big guy was the brawns.

“This ones annoying…” he noted. Observing the black haired male lowering his body and palms via the movement of his chakra network; Sanji decided to take advantage of the 2 meter gap between himself and Raian. Suddenly, he hit top speed, no longer moving towards the giant male, instead he armed the Fuma Shuriken while moving a meter to the right of the Jugo, a meter to the left of his current location. The instant the black-haired figure came into view, Sanji effortlessly launched the oversized Shuriken at top speed and strength around the similarly oversized male who was now to the left of him. With Sanjis centre mass being lower than usual, the Shuriken would head towards Aokidanzas chest, at least while he was crouched position maintaining contact with the ground.

The black haired male had two options the moment the Fuma Shuriken left Sanjis hands. He would either continue lowering the ground around Sanji and Raina for the entirety of the 10 meters, thus taking a Fuma Shuriken to the chest or he would have to break contact with the ground in order to defend himself. From Sanjis perspective, the black haired male looked the sharpest out of the trio, a support figure if you will, he was conscious that if there was an alternate option that the black haired male would be the first to take advantage of it.

In the time it took Sanji to move a single meter at top speed, the Jugo would have only had time to move around a third of the distance. With the Fuma Shuriken having to travel 6 meters at the speed of 127, in the time the Shuriken closed the entire distance of 6 meters, the ground around Raian and Sanji would have only submerged approximately 2.3 meters.

During this exchange, the third male was simply stood motionless in the distance almost like a scare crow in the winter months. Sanji was likely the first to observe the chakra flow to the Uchihas ocular area. “Dojutsu?” he thought to himself, while still entirely focused on the mountain of a man that was in front of him. “Why isn’t he doin’ anything? He piss his pants?” he cackled on a mental level as the thought shot through his head.

In the blink of an eye, Sanjis demeanour change. The now crazed maniac was substituted for a more of a calculated personality, one who began hyper analysing the situation. “Being so close to the big guy, an’ havin’ shown my hand in the form of speed, they’ll hesitate to use any large scale Ninjutsu because of the risk of killing both of us.” With a further blink, the personality shifted once more, “MAYBE I SHOULD JUST KILL HIM?” he grinned, resting his gaze on the large, beefy male. “Would be more… exciting. To play with him for a bit…”