Mission: Bloodworks Pit Dog [D-Rank Hunter]

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Sukotto drew a kunai from his pouch, then pushed it back down. It wasn't like him to fidget, but he couldn't help but feel nervous right now. Up until this point he had never really felt threatened in his life. Growing up on the streets as he had, he had faced countless life or death situations, but none felt as real. Back then it was just a question of food and shelter, now someone was going to actively try to kill him, it was no longer just the whims of a cruel world, but his death was by design. 

He read through his mission dossier one more time. Today he was to proceed to the bloodworks and take part in a fight. He wasn't sure if he had done something to warrant this, whether it was a rite of passage for Suna shinobi, or if he had pissed someone off, but today he had to fight for his life. Today it was kill or be killed. Sukotto briefly wondered whether the opponent felt as he did, if they had that same nervous energy running through them. He also wondered if they would hesitate, if maybe they wouldn't want to strike a killing blow. Not that he was worried about it, he had been killing things since the age of eleven. Rarely a person when it wasn't absolutely necessary, but he never saw much of a difference outside of societal norms. People always made such a fuss about the killing of a person, then would turn around and eat meat, but it was all the same to him. He had to drink the blood of others, and if that turned out to be a human's or an animal's blood it really made little difference aside from the possible consequences.

Tossing the mission scroll into his weapon's pouch strapped to his right leg, he approached the bloodworks. People milled about, but the majority of those around were streaming into the colosseum for entertainment. To see if he would live or die. The idea of it sickened him. The fact that someone would die here today, whether he fell or his opponent did, those watching saw it as entertainment. Sukotto needed blood to survive, but he never reveled in it. He would never choose to watch someone be killed for the simple joy of it. Death was never to be enjoyed, it was simply the end result of one's life. It was not something to be sought after, it was just the consequence of life. All things must end.

He pushed his way through the throng of people and reported in. After speaking to a receptionist he made his way over to the private waiting room for contestants. He hadn't received any information about his opponent. He didn't know if he was facing another shinobi, or how skilled they might be. Hell he had never even entered the colosseum before now. Aside from the fact he had to participate he didn't know a damn thing about what would happen next. His opponent could be a child for all he knew, though he seriously hoped people didn't pay to see shit like that. He had also heard of people squaring off against beasts. For all he knew he was going to walk into the arena and find himself facing off against a pack of coyotes, or some savage animal from a foreign land. He doubted it though, deep down he chose to believe that this was a test from his village. A test to see if he had what it took to continue to be a shinobi of Suna.

After what felt like an eternity, a woman stepped into his room and motioned for him to follow. He considered asking her questions, but decided it was a moot point. He was about to put his life on the line, and nothing he gleaned from this exchange would change that. He followed the woman to a large pair of double doors which opened moments later. 

Sukotto walked across the sand into the arena, the sun glaring down upon him. With the barrier, it really wasn't that hot, but the atmosphere made it feel hotter than it was. As he walked, he tossed his hat to the side, he certainly didn't need that big ass thing blocking his vision in the fight to come. He wore the traditional clothing he wore for missions, a sand colored long sleeve shirt and pants to help him blend in, his headband on his brow, holding his unruly white hair back and out of his violet eyes.

He heard the cheers of the crowd as he walked, but he worked to tune it out. He didn't care about them, he wasn't here for them. He had one objective today, and that was to survive this ordeal. He had never given a damn what others thought about him, and certainly wasn't going to care now. He reached the center of the arena, and cracked his neck. His senses on high alert as he waited to find out just what he would be facing.

[WC 852]

Frozen Stats and Jutsu:

Arthur Hyuuga:

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While the fighters at the bloodworks waited for their match, they possessed a space underneath the stands of the arena. Arthur took a final drag of a cigarette and using his index finger and thumb flicked it against the wall. Arthur was dressed in a pair of leather trousers and a simple cloth shirt, he wore sandals strapped around his feet. Around his waist. but under the lining of the shirt, he wore hung several throwable ninja weapons. On his back, there was a scabbard for a longsword. The man's face was slightly dirty and worn but you could tell that he was an attractive man underneath it all. He had sandy blonde hair that was messy but short.

Arthur made his way through the hallways of the arena until he was faced by an iron gate that barred people from entering the arena floor of the bloodwork. He nodded to the man on the side to open it. Arthur was a regular at the arena, something of a starter act. He mostly won his fights but they were never particularly interesting so he still only opened up the cards of the day. As the gate opened he strode out into the arena, his nonchalant gait not giving off the usual buzz that might fill such a space when one of the contestants was about to fight. A few of the crowd cheered meagerly but mostly the crowd did not interact with the walkout of Arthur. One or two fans even started to boo and throw their half-empty containers into the bloodwork.

Arthur bent his knees and lowered his centre of gravity towards the floor so he could scoop at a handful of sand and he began to rub it between his fingers, making his hands dirtier than when he had started. The floor of the arena itself was 100m in diameter and had an oval shape, there were no obstructions in the arena itself and it was filled with sand. Some sections of the sand were darker than others, where large amounts of blood had been spilt. A cheeky smile crept across Arthur's face as he called out to his opponent "Alright there mate, how the diddly are ya?". Arthur had walked up 30m from his entrance and stood 70m from the opposing entrance, where his opponent had entered. The low ranked fighter waited for his opponent to reply, or perhaps start the fight with no interaction at all.

WC: 410

To Arthur's surprise, the road of the crowd began to pick up, his fights usually did not get this attention. Was it because there was fresh meat gracing the sands? Normally it would be Arthur and one of the other preliminary opponents and it gave off a more staged, professional wrestling vibe. There was rarely death during those matches, and if there was it was due to an accident instead of actual intent. This brought a smile to Arthur's face as he replied to his opponent, who had begun to weave handseals at a rapid pace "Right you are, ahh I see you're bringing some of your chums to play".

Arthur blinked, and the veins in the side of his head bulged and became more prominent as his bloodline appeared, the Byakugan activated. Arthur's right hand moved towards his sword, it rested on the grip of the sword as he turned to his right and began moving at full speed in a loop towards the clone. He ran in an opposite arc to that of the water clone who was closing distance with him, in an attempt to gain distance between him and the clone, but also close in on the actual target. Arthur watched for any change in the movement of the three clones, his vision being able to watch them even at the strangest of angles.

WC: 228
TWC: 638

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Arthur had made a total of two strides before his opponent began to act. 'Was it Ninjutsu? Why is it always Ninjutsu' The thought raced through Arthur's head. He was not a trained ninja, but he knew a few ninjutsu so that he could counter fighters in the bloodwork that use it. Most of the time he faced other mercenaries like him that preferred weaponry combat and these ninjas were always so hard to deal with.

Arthurs's hand retreated from his sword as he flung himself down to the ground, at this point his opponent had completed his second set of handseals. Even though there was a water clone between them Arthur could still see due to his byakugan. There was now 6m between the pair, with one water clone between them and the water dragon rising up to its height of 24m. As Arthur hit the ground he activated his hiding in earth jutsu and began to sink into the ground. Although his jutsu was slower than his opponent he would sink into the ground quicker than when it reached him, due to his close proximity to the ground and how far the mouth of the dragon would have to travel.

As the water dragon bullet blasted through Sukottos clone, he was finishing his merging with the ground beneath him. The water dragon bullet would then harmlessly hit the ground either where he was or continue to sail straight past, depending on how his opponent reacted to his attempt to dodge. Arthur would travel 5m down and then position himself below the trio or pair of Sukotto's depending on how the tactic had played out. Arthur would then watch for a few seconds to see where the trio/pair would position themselves. Using the ability to sense through the hiding like a mole jutsu, Arthur would rise 4m away from any of the Sukotto's and where they were not facing, or if they had taken positioning to avoid this, where the east of them was looking. As Arthur's torso was free of the ground he would draw his sword "Hello there mateys". As soon as the sword was drawn he would swing it diagonally across his body at the trio/pair. The edge of the blade would start to shine and extend as he swung the sword, attempting to sweep across the waistlines of his opponents, he would watch for them to move, aiming to readjust his wing if necessary. 

WC:411
TWC: 1049

Ap, tings' & math:

Arthur watched as the pair separated themselves and positioned to ambush him. However, due to his byakugan, he was able to adjust his plan. He still exited the ground but instead of facing the clone, he was facing the original Sukotto. As the man launched his jutsu and the clone threw his kunai Arthur continued with unsheathing his sword and activating his jutsu. However, the target was now the original Sukotto and his water wave. Arthur slashed downward at a 12 to 6 arc and cut the wave as it rose up to its height of 20m and surged forward. The water wave parted under the sword strike and created a 2m diameter gap up to the range of 30m and would harmlessly roll past him.

Arthur was able to attempt to attack the necessary target but left himself open to the attack of the clone. The two kunai were thrown at a slow speed and power but impacted Arthur none less, the kunai was embedded into his chest but did not sink in enough to do any serious damage. Arthur winced at the pain but it was nothing he had not experienced before. He had countless scars across his body and these wounds would likely be just two more. However, he was beginning to suspect that he was up against a foe that should be higher on the docket than this fight, he might end up losing the fight, and ultimately his life if the man was so inclined. Arthur was now completely out of the ground and back on his feet.

WC: 263
TWC: 1312

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Arthur twirled his blade as the water that had parted fell to the ground a meter to either side of him. Arthur smiled as his opponent apparently was now getting into the fight, this crowd expected a narrative to the fights. It was one of the reasons that he was able to fight for so long without being that skilled, he was able to sell the show to the fans. "Hyuuga, what a pile of shit. I'm the son of some ninja and a prostitute, discarded at birth. Left to grow up in this world designed for ninja" Clearly the mention of the clan had hit a sore spot for Arthur, but his face changed again, back to the cheeky smile "Well shit, no chance you want to stand here and fight like the gladiators we are supposed to be" Arthur pointed his blade down to the ground in front of him.

The pair were now 5m apart, a range that probably benefitted Arthur more than his opponent, who appeared to be a mid-range fighter so far. Arthur stuck two of his fingers through the rings at the end of the kunai embedded into his chest "Why are you buying time, to build up your chakra?". Arthur asked, but it was rhetorical. Arthur flung the pair of kunai at his opponent, evenly spread out 6 inches. Aimed at the center of his chest as the middle point between his two kunai. Arthur dropped his center of gravity, his knees bent and he dropped his shoulder as he rushed forward and tried to close the gap between the two. Arthur moved at full speed and closed the gap his sword flashed from its resting position in a horizontal slice attempting to cut the man from hip to shoulder. From Arthurs left to right.

WC: 302
TWC: 1614

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