All Along the Watchtower [Hunter Mission]

“The kettle and pot analogy, touche.” He responded to the man as he made the inference. He wasn’t wrong in this instance, Sanji had lost the will to live long ago which made putting his life on the line all the more satisfying. He hadn’t a care in the world, with his only motivating factor being the tender human flesh based dishes and money.

As the conversation progressed, the Hyuuga rolled his eyes in response to the mans rather bold proclamation of being able to cut down the Hyuuga on his next breath.  Resting his right palm against his right hip, Sanji nodded a couple of times, his facial expression appearing more and more dull every passing second. “He doesn’t blood on his hands… Pft…” he thought to himself, openly responding to the statement with a snarky “The only blood you’ll have on your hands will be your own, old man.”

With the rugged haired male continuing, Sanji raised his left palm towards the male. Interrupting him mid-sentence as he covered the topic of laying down arms. “Less talk ol’ man. You’ve peaked my interest. I will stand in this one spot for a whole breath. If you don’t kill be, be SURE THAT I WILL KILL YOU!”

Dragging his right foot across the ground, Sanji assumed the orthodox boxing position, effectively shrinking his body profile. His left leg lead as he stood almost side ways on, his eyes closed observing the male from the distance. The hand he had primed on his hip now sliding into his weapon pouch, out of sight of the black haired male. Whether or not the man would take the opportunity would only be revealed with time but Sanji was ready to counter and execute the cretin at a moments notice.

While he hadn’t openly shown his emotion on the matter, he quite irritated by the man, to some extent because he carried a similar noble air about him to that of the family members that exiled him. He could tell from the brief exchange that the man felt he was better Hyuuga, he looked down on him just like his pre-accessors. One thing was for certain, of the Hyuuga didn’t die in his next breath then a true fight would break out.

Sanji slipped his index finger into a hole for four of five of his Shuriken while he awaited the attach from the older male, suffice to say, the man clearly wasn’t up for a fight as he stood there almost aimlessly, observing the Hyuugas actions almost like a lost puppy looking for a ray of hope in this deep dark world.

Despite having closed his eyes, Sanji retained the capability of being able to observe his opponent, the Byakugan permeating his eye lid, his vision fixed on the man for a couple of moments, allowing him the ample opportunity to strike the Hyuuga down. Opening his eyes to the sound of a whistling wind dancing across the battlefield, the Hyuuga trained his sight on the man in front of him, still stood firmly in his previous position. Releasing an audible sigh, rolling his eyes a little he nodded once, uttering “I gave you a chance, old man.”

In one sudden swoop, the Hyuuga retrieved his hand from the weapon pouch that was out of sight of the male, releasing a four shuriken simultaneously at a speed of 150. The Shuriken flew at a speed of 127. The first Shuriken was aimed at the mans head, the second at the mans centre mass while the last was aimed at his groin, a tentative effort aimed to maim him. The forth Shuriken in the series was sent half a meter to the right of the male, the left of Sanji. This Shuriken to some extent gave Sanji a bit of depth of the playing field. It was an effort to push his foe instinctively to his left where Sanji would be able to pounce.

Quickly moving half a meter to his right, he began moving forward at a speed of 150, approaching the male almost at the same rate as the Shuriken. If the male didn’t react within the first five meters, Sanji would come to a stop ensuring that he still had a sufficient enough gap to better ascertain the mans power and skill set.

Observing very closely, Sanji continued his path towards the male, still approach to the males left, his right. Upon closing a further distance of approximately 2.5 meters, he lowered his centre mass, his body re-assuming his boxing stance to conceal the right side of his body from his foe, naturally this was done at top speed. With the right side of his body out of line of sight, Sanji observed the dirt shifted around the ominous males feet, indicating a redistribution of weight, an effect similar to the one transpiring around Sanjis feet as he redistributed his weight. At this point, while faster than the Shuriken he was at a distance of 2.5 meters to the male. The Shuriken around a tenth of a meter further than the white eyed Hyuuga.

With the right side of his body concealed, he reached behind his back at the fastest speed he could muster, snatching two of the Fuma Shurikens that he had previously procured from a gentleman he had robbed from the Fuma. The Shuriken were crafted masterfully, the way they danced through the air was effortless and a sight to behold. One of the two Shuriken was rigged with 5 meters of thin silver wire that was next to invisible to the naked eye. It had to be noted that the Fuma was previously prepared by Sanji as it enjoyed the prospect of taking full advantage of his Kekkei Genkai in tandem with the Fuma Shuriken. The Fuma Shuriken stacked atop one another, assumed their open state with a simple flick of the wrist.

Sanjis actions were performed with a degree of finesse that no sound was created by the opening of the Fuma Shuriken. In one sudden motion, and with all of his might he launched the two Fumas towards the mans centre mass, the preparation creating another tenth of a meter gap between the Hyuuga and the assortment of Shuriken that were already headed towards the scruffy looking male. The two Fuma Shuriken stacked on top of one another with a gap of mere centimetres from Fuma to the other, the rotation of both of the Shuriken consistent as was their air time and speed as Sanji had released them both with the same level of force and speed. There was nothing distinguishable that would allow for a simple observer to ascertain that two Fuma Shuriken were in play.

Furthermore, the wire was attached to the bottom Shuriken with enough slack that it would simply blend into the back ground and avoid the sharp blades of the Fuma Shuriken thus unable to be cut by the blade of the weapon. Naturally, the presence of the wire allowed Sanji to redirect the bottom Fuma at his discretion without any loss of speed or power to the Fuma Shuriken in question. Now travelling from a distance of 2.5 meters at a pace of 137, the Fuma Shuriken were intended to strike the black haired male at centre mass.

With the assortment of Shuriken flying in a forward direction, the Fuma would throw defensive tactics off-guard as it would approach from an angle, coming at the male diagonally from his left hand side. Not factoring in the evasive action performed by the male to manoeuvre around the small Shuriken, the Fuma would heard directly at the males centre mass in his newly assumed defensive position.

The first thing that immediately stood out to Sanji as the black haired male made his defensive movement was the speed at which he had took action. Closely observing the male from the distance of 2.5 meters, Sanji was ready to take evasive action should the need arise, likewise he was ready to pounce on the male should the opportunity arise.