A Meeting Of Chance (HUNTER)

As Ichigo and Kamiya's combined efforts forced the suspect ten meters in front of them to either dodge or die, it seemed that the woman had a trick up her sleeve. Attempting to sink beneath the very ground through the use of the Hiding Like a Mole Technique, the Uchiha's matured Sharingan easily picked up the molding of chakra that the woman was converting to raw earth chakra. Additionally, he saw that the burly man close to the woman was forming handseals to perform some sort of Earth Release jutsu as well, immediately alerting the battle-honed Kamiya that a counterattack was key. The premonition of chakra was as clear as day to the half-blooded Uchiha's eyes, so he wanted to cut down the woman and man as soon as possible through his Wind Release; however, a certain Jugo entered the fray.

If there was any probability that the suspects could escape death, the probability would soon turn to zero.

The very ground around the woman and man's area would grow unnaturally sturdy and rigid as if its integrity was being reinforced tenfold. The sturdiness and sudden bulk of the earth would counteract the earth jutsu that the man was attempting to activate as well as the woman trying to sink deep into the depths of the underground. The woman would especially be in a most unfavorable position as her lower body along with hands which were stuck underground due to the effects of Moving Earth Core would force her upper body to be directly aligned with the Kunai which was mere meters from striking her. It was safe to say that the woman had little or no chance of properly escaping the events that would unfold in mere moments. 

Should the woman's life cease - causing her Shadow Clone to disperse as well - Kamiya would sigh for a moment, still keeping his Sharingan activated, "What a shame." He said blankly. The Uchiha had already seen death before but he didn't enjoy killing others. Well, there was no use lamenting on what had already been done. It seemed that the mission was completed since the group had eliminated the suspect...yet from the corner of his sight, Kamiya saw a certain pattern in Ichigo's eyes that resembled his. He blinked. It was still there. Rage bubbled in the Uchiha's stomach as chakra began escaping from his body. With an expression filled with indignation and disgust, Kamiya reeled towards the drunk.

"Why do you have those eyes?" 

WC: 413
TWC: 3674

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The following actions to ensue were most definitely unfortunate for Maki as she was not just up against 2 shinobi, but 3. Her clones Tearing Earth Palm was no match for the new comers Moving Earth Core nor Maki’s Hiding like a Mole Technique as it would cut her movements short while she was only half submerged. Now stuck, the kunai would travel its original path and pierce Maki in the heart, ending her life. Upon impact, her clone would disappear in a cloud of smoke and Maki’s head would fall backwards for a moment as she looked towards the sky wondering where she had gone wrong. “You bastards… who sends 3 shinobi for a simple disturbance...” She coughed blood into the air which would land back onto her face and her head would then fall forward, hanging still as blood continued to pour from her mouth onto the raised ground due to the puncture of her heart.

[Maki Dies due to fatal wound/no way to escape]

WC: 168
TWC: 1612

Claim Mission Rewards on Fu:
2K Ryo = 6200 New Ryo Total
10 Mission AP = 162 New Mission AP Total

1500/1500 Wind Blade
112/1500 Wind Blade Mastery [No Hand Seals]
32 Bonus AP = 337 New Bonus AP Total

The battle having quickly concluded set the Jugos stomach rumbling. He had a sudden urge to take a massive shit and so he quickly dashed to the body of the dying young women, sealing her in a Deddo scroll before she was fully dead while the 2 Kumo Shinobi bickered. He then dashed off to the village.

[Exit]

- Will claim later.

It was quite the peculiar view. At first sight she looked like any other young kunoichi but unfortunately for herself she had chosen the path of a criminal instead of a shinobi. And a poor choice it had been proven to be as her lifeless body now remained covered in earth, Ichigo's kunai pierced through her heart. Could things have ended up differently? Perhaps. Maybe the young woman didn't want to live her life as a thief, for all he knew she was forced to take it, having no other options to survive. But deep down the Drunk couldn't allow himself to feel bad for her, after all her actions made victims and now she had to deal with the consequences. Well, not anymore considering the girl just breathed her last breath before finally being put to rest.

Although he didn't enjoy taking someone's life, part of him was still relieved they were the ones standing and not suffering the same fate. It seemed Satoru was in quite the rush, not leaving the others any time to thank him for helping out as the man sprinted towards the bandit's body before sealing it in a scroll probably to put it to use a later time. Not really something Ichigo expected to see but for now he figured not to ask any further questions and deal with that when it came to it in the future. Thanks to his medical background the Drunk could think of a couple of things the Jugo had planned with the body, perhaps he even had to consider stocking up as well, a little experiment once in a while would never hurt.

By then Ichigo noticed out of the corner of his eye the glance Kamiya was giving him. "What? Do I have something stuck between my teeth?". It seemed that in the heat of the moment the Drunk's headband no longer covered his right eye, his crimson Sharingan now exposed for any and everyone to see. And that was a view his fellow Kumogakure shinobi didn't appreciate. "Not this again" he'd mumble, thinking back at the time Katsumi almost attacked Kaito for offering Ichigo the Uchiha's famous dojutsu that was now transplanted into his socket. "Oh, this?" the Drunk pointed at his right eye. "A gift from our Raikage, one I would be foolish not to accept". He already knew Kamiya wouldn't simply let it go simply through a couple of words, which is why he prepared his stance in case there was a second threat that needed to be taken care of.

(WC: 428, TWC: 2710)

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Ire was the sole emotion residing in the unnerved Kamiya. In the world of shinobi, there was no such thing as honor nor morality. The world had no room for such idealistic concepts; it was either "get strong" or "die weak." The half-blooded Uchiha knew this - he knew this philosophy all so well; before he enlisted as a shinobi of Kumogakure, he was living contract-to-contract as a Missing Ninja. He saw all sorts of horrors during that time, from the butchering of innocents to the manipulation of the naive. The world was most cruel towards the purest of people, so it was easier to be amoral and become jaded towards everything. Kamiya was jaded towards most things, but, he couldn't let go of his pride as an Uchiha Clan member. Seeing others disrespect his bloodline by gouging out the eyes of his clan was utterly disgusting for the specter to witness. Transplants for the sole purpose of providing strength were one of the most repugnant things a human could do; this was the pride of an Uchiha dwelling in Kamiya. Internally writhing in revulsion after seeing Ichigo possessing those eyes and casually dismiss the morbid implications of attaining the Sharingan for a non-clan member, the calm and collected persona of the specter would vanish. It appeared that Satoru sensed that a battle was brewing, so the half-blooded Uchiha believed that he didn't need to hold back now that the Jugo left the premises. After all, trash needed to be eliminated at all costs. A dry chuckle escaped Kamiya's serious face as he put his hands in his pockets reflexively,


"...Man, I thought you were a pretty upstanding guy Ichigo." Kamiya paused, no longer able to suppress the psychopathic grin erupting from his mouth. "...Tell me, is everybody in Kumogakure subhuman scum - or is it just you?!" His grin disappeared, morphing to a look of repugnant disgust as his Sharingan spiraled in a haze of madness, staring at the man dead in the eyes. "You have no problem trying to take out a criminal who was terrorizing merchants all around the Lightning Country to prevent future murders, but you find it completely justifiable to accept the eyes of an Uchiha who could have been murdered mercilessly by your oh-so-loved Raikage. You don't know whether those eyes came from an elder, a child, or an innocent, but you still accept them?! Anything for power, I guess." As Kamiya spat with rage and anger flooding his words, all the while his hands in his pockets would form handseals for two jutsu at maximum speed. As his hands were in his pockets, Ichigo had little to no chance of noticing them forming seals, especially since the drunk would be most likely paying attention to Kamiya's words.

"But now I understand what you and this sorry excuse of a respectable village stand for. You'll butcher potential innocents and spoils of battles, gouge out their eyes, take their rotting organs, and transplant all of that into you because you guys are too weak to actually train to get your powers. How pathetic. But I guess it's okay since 'they're gifts from my Raiiikaaageeeeeeee!!!!!!'" By this time, he would be done silently forming the handseals concealed in his pockets for two jutsu that he would release very soon. "...You don't deserve those eyes. I'm taking them back." 

At this point, both of his hands would jet out of his pockets as two jutsu would simultaneously activate. A two-centimeter swirling aura of wind burst out from his body, tugging at his body as if it was an extension of it. Wind Rejuevination: the jutsu he weaved the seal of confrontation with his left hand to activate at this moment. Concurrently, a high concentration of electricity erupted from Kamiya's right hand, enveloping it for an extended reach of three inches. Chidori: the second jutsu Kamiya activated by forming six handseals with the sole use of his right hand. Two meters of distance between the drunk and the specter, the specter would waste no time before dashing in a burst of a few steps towards Ichigo to close the distance between them, quickly thrusting his right hand-coated with electricity towards the drunk's chest. The half-blooded Uchiha was going for the kill; should the drunk fail to react properly to the Chidori, it would pierce through the chest and eviscerate the man's heart. 

WC: 733
TWC: 4407

AP + Stats:

As expected. The young boy opposing him lacked exactly what was needed in order to make a difference, composure. Control of your emotions, the ability to make the right decision at all times regardless of the circumstances. Ichigo would allow Kamiya his little speech, his moment of glory if you may. Perhaps at a different time the Drunk would have agreed with the boy's point of view, but the current version of him already decided for himself the limits of how far he was willing to go in order to gain strength. Then again, he couldn't expect a young child to understand the struggle those without a prominent bloodline had to experience.

Surging chakra into his body Ichigo prepared for whatever game Kamiya had in mind. "Yes, anything for power". The older shinobi decided to play along, knowing all too well this time there would be no happy ending. At least not for the foolish youngster daring to challenge him. "So you chose death". No matter how nonchalant the Uchiha tried to portray himself, it wasn't exactly rocket science to figure out the next course of actions. The Drunk's current stance together with the surging of his chakra allowed him to counter the Uchiha's moves, the sound of chirping birds almost if they were part of a musical piece, only it would be Kamiya's last song to ever play.

Keeping the distance between them in mind as well as the comfortable edge in speed, 1.25 times as fast as Kamiya, Ichigo would dash forward, dodging the incoming assault with ease considering his current speed was 1.5 times as fast as the lightning technique that was used to try and take his life. And so the tables were turned. Almost as if it had to be that way the Drunk would appear close to the young boy after having dodged the attack, his own kunai plunging deep into the Uchiha's heart similar to how the missing nin came to see her end. If successful it would be a quick and painful death, the end of a boy who for a moment lost his cool and made the wrong decision.

(WC: 360, TWC: 3070)

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It was interesting how the Sharingan worked. One of its main abilities upon reaching its maturation was its ever-so revered yet universally feared Eye of Insight. Blessed with this elusive power, the slightest of twitches, the slightest change of muscle tension, and even the slightest of minuscule movements observed - appeared at a snail's pace to the wielders of the Sharingan. Anything that could be seen, would be seen at the lowest of speeds, allowing a wielder of the legendary dojutsu to preemptively strike, gaining a nigh insurmountable advantage at that moment. To observers, it seemed like the Sharingan told the future before the inevitable occurred when in reality, the crimson eyes were simply an extremely precise form of vision. Naturally, knowing when danger would occur and getting a jumpstart in evading the danger completely was a huge advantage. However, there was a fatal weakness in the Sharingan that the arrogant half-blooded Uchiha failed to recognize...

Just because one could see that something would occur, does not mean that they could dodge it. 

Kamiya, filled with disgust towards Ichigo, attacked with reckless abandon, ironically believing that his Sharingan could rat him out of any situation due to its precognition. It was arrogant of him to believe so, as he neglected the possible variable that Ichigo was faster than him. That mistake, spelled death. The melody of chirping death from the half-blooded Uchiha's hand rang throughout the forest clearing, snaking its way towards the drunkard in an attempt to stab through his chest and heart in a swift kill. Yet, the tables would be turned as the drunkard dashed forward, closing the distance immediately while dodging Kamiya's song of death...and at that moment, an unknown feeling pierced through the specter's body. 

Metal.

The specter's crimson eyes observed everything that Ichigo was doing, which is what made it even more infuriating to him that he couldn't do anything to stop the drunkard's assault. He was too slow. He was too arrogant. He was too reckless. The slushing sounds of metal embedded deep in his heart rang through his eardrums; it took Kamiya only a second to register it - a mere Kunai skewered his heart. "Ah." A single word escaped the Uchiha's mouth as the melody resounding throughout the area died out like a crescendo abruptly ending. The exclamation was not one of fear but merely the realization of the predicament he was in. "...So this is what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a blade...heh...how strange..." The Uchiha managed to say before ounces of blood spurted from his mouth, filling his windpipe and esophagus instantly. He tumbled back, the shock of his heart being skewered completely paralyzing his body. He couldn't control himself in the air, so he simply collapsed backward on the grass ground, his blood bathing the grass red. 

Looking up, the half-blooded Uchiha, still in ire, looked up to Ichigo with his Sharingan. It was sheer willpower that he wasn't catatonic, but his eyes were losing their gleam, and his breathing was erratic. Even so...he wanted to haunt the man for the rest of his life, "...So, what now? Are you going to take my eyes just like you did to my bretheren? Do you feel happy that you cheated your way to power? Heh...how pathetic..." Kamiya spat in anger; even when his body was failing him, his mind still remained conscious.

"...I hope you take them...Every day when you wake up and look at yourself in the mirror, you'll see those eyes - you'll see the eyes that you took from corpses to use for your own gain... I'll - even in death, will be a constant reminder to you that you butcher people for your own gain, yet have the gall to say it's for Kumogakure," Kamiya smirked in the same psychopathic expression as prior before looking downwards. "...Damn, guess this is the end. Sorry dad, couldn't keep my promise." Kamiya muttered, quickly taking his last breath before closing his eyes shut.

A lone tear escaped from the specter.

[EXIT]

WC: 673
TWC: 5080

Claiming the death of Kamiya Teitoku.

Small drops of blood made their way to the edge of the kunai down onto the palm of his hand. A warm feeling, but not one the Drunk would be comfortable with. The second life he took today, after taking out the missing nin, it all happened so fast. Ichigo pulled the sharp object used to kill his opponent slowly out of the boy's body as the latter collapsed, his heart pierced and realizing he had met his end. "We were supposed to be comrades, but I'm afraid this is how far you go. This is it for you, foolish youngster". The Drunk listened to Kamiya's last dying words, the child's anger not disappearing until his last breath. "Perhaps. Winner takes all". Ichigo then lowered himself once the boy had passed away, placing his fingers on Kamiya's face to close the boy's eyes, showing at least some sort of respect after what happened. The Drunk knew it wouldn't simply end like that, he couldn't just leave the body to rot or for vultures to devour it. 

Ichigo then took out a scroll which would be placed in front of him before sealing Kamiya's body away. "Maybe now we'll share the curse of your bloodline together. Rest now, unfortunate soul". Grabbing his kunai, rubbing it on the grass to remove the blood he then finally returned to the village, knowing it was only the beginning.

(Exit)

(TWC: 3304)
Claims:
- 1500/1500 to adjust to Byakugan, using max stat discount
- 1500/1500 to adjust to Uchiha Genetics, using max stat discount
- Mission rewards (2000*2 Hunter challenge = 4000 ryo + 100 Genin bonus, 10 AP)
- Kamiya Teitoku's body and belongings sealed in Corpse Storage Scroll

:eyes: approved