The Summer of love

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The sunshine coming in the shack window was bright. It felt nice on his covered skin. Kota could feel the blanket move and he smiled. “You could have told me if you were getting up this early. I would have set an alarm.” Kota got up to look at the face staring at him. It was a beautiful pair of blue eyes that looked as if the sky was distilled in them. It was the face Kota enjoyed waking up to every morning. The face of his beloved. The man did not speak back but Kota did not think it was weird. He continued talking as if he did. “Remember to get dressed. We have to head over to meet Guren to talk about your stay here.”

The archer got up fully and stretched. He brushed his teeth and made breakfast while his lover showered. It was a peaceful and uneventful time. It was beautiful and Kota was enjoying his life immensely. Kota ate his part of the breakfast first before giving his mate a kiss. The time his mate was eating Kota was taking a shower. By the time he got out his clothes were already set. Kota smiled at all the love he was receiving. The hunter was not alone. It was a warm teamwork that settled between the two of them. Kota was happy when he thought about how his life was going now. He was no longer a nomad, he had a home. “Thanks babe.”

The duo made their way over to meet Guren. The archer managed to get his partner a visa to stay in the village. It was only a thirty minute walk on the beach to their next destination after. Kota looked out at the waves crashing listening to the lull of the village. It was impressive that they managed to get to the ocean inside Sunagakure. When the thought passed his head Kota thought something was odd. It was weird that he could not put his finger on it. When they reached his parents house Kota walked in to the smell of fresh cooking. He went to give his mom a hug. The moment he did he froze. This was not right. He grieved her for years. When did she come back to life? It made no sense to him. Kota started to cycle his chakra to check something.

It was with a start that he woke up. He was in a cabin on the beach. The archer was feeling furious and ashamed. He dreamt of the same guy in a life that was not real. The fact that he was trapped in such a genjutsu did not bother him as much. It was the fact that his life was not close to his dream. It made him feel that his life was a joke. It filled Kota with a fire that he did not feel for a long time. Whoever did this. He would give the gift of eternal rest. The gift of seeing the light drain from their eyes as they get devoured by darkness. The amount of expletives he spoke while grabbing his gear would impress any amount of bandits. Not to mention the bloodlust that was radiating off his body in waves.

WC: 544

Naki was in his compound just relaxing after doing the chuunin exams, he was still waiting on his results and who knows how long that was going to be. He decided to take a nice vacation to the beach that he heard a lot of people jumping on and decided to go ahead and be apart of it. He hasn't been to the beach before but hell why not right, naturally he'd bring his sword mostly because he doesn't like going anywhere without it. The young man would grab his swimsuit some towels and a few other necessities before getting himself out there to the sea. It didn't take long for him to get there as he looked around at the beautiful beach, he'd quickly head out to the area where he could check himself in before going to the beach. He'd set up an umbrella and a towel before sitting down on it grabbing some sunblock rubbing it in gently on his body as he laid back a bit and gently fell asleep in the shade. 

Naki would slowly wake up and stretched his arms out, his eyes slowly opened as he saw his painting canvas next to him. He'd look at the canvas before looking at the ocean and a beautiful sunset that made him bite his bottom lip. He would reach over to the canvas and the paint before standing up from the towel as he began to create his future painting as he excitedly giggle until he shut one of his eyes to focus on the painting more until a sharp headache hit him in the side of his head as his ketsuryugan would activate as the headache gotten worse. This is the first time this had happened to him as he groaned this was telling him something. He would inhale before he rose a hand up and proceeded to free himself from the genjutsu he was in as he panted softly as he found himself still on his towel causing him to look around at the people around him that was placed under a genjutsu. "Ow! What the hell is going on!?" He said to himself as he looked around as his eye caught someone that was storming on the beach as he heard him approach a cabin as Naki got up and moved towards the other guy who was yelling at the other blood chakra person who is in the cabin. He was still coming down from the headache but hearing him yell at whoever was annoying. "Hey, maybe yelling like this isn't the best idea. Especially if you're wanting to find out whoever did this." Naki said as he kept his ketsuryugan still going though he was rubbing his temple. "God, what the hell happened. I fall asleep then I wake up in a genjutsu. I just wanted to relax." He groaned to himself softly before looking back up at the person before him. 

WC 491
-30 AP activation of ketsuryugan

Dreams. Lately, Blades has been getting more of them. It was ever since he had his run in with the wannabe Missing Nin at the abandoned Academy ruins. As vividly as real life, he yet again felt himself drifting into that dreary dreamscape, never quite sure what it all means. This time, he was approached by two figures he very well knew, though he's never met them in his entire life. They were his parents. Their whole bodies consisted of shades, with the exception being their eyes; one pure white, one a deep, scarlet red. Within the confines of his mind, they danced through what seemed like a year's worth of time, clashing and embracing and dealing with one another in a multitude of ways. All of this felt right, until what he assumed his birth happened. A smaller figure had appeared, unable to be differentiated by his mind, but very much intwined with his very being. That was him, right?

But it wasn't him.

Instead, a monster was born. A terrifying, bat winged creature of death and turmoil grew three times his size, hissing at him for the chance of an easy meal through the power of intimidation. Only a part of that worked, because though he had no control of the dream, he's still able to run. In the halls of a crooked mansion, far, far away from the sands of Sunagakure he knew so well, he weaved and bobbed through the archaic room layouts, constantly trying to hide when he could. Why was he hiding? He should be fighting this, right? But that never happened, no sir. His story comes to an end by the time he's made it to the study, surrounded by many shelves of books, one on the desk being read as 'Thorns of Pathos'. The name stood out to him, he wasn't quite sure why. But by the time he tried to come up with a conclusion, he was booted out of his dream by the shriek of the unholy monster that sought him out so badly. Now, he was back in reality.

Waking up in a cold sweat, he found himself in his hotel room, near Mikadzuki Beach. Checking the time, and realizing conveniently that there were people just laying on the ground outside, he quickly threw on his clothes, equipped his Refined Katana to his hip, and rushed out of the house, hoping to look for anyone that could be up. Sneaking suspicions of the fact he may have been under a Genjutsu crossed his mind, but he had nightmares like the one just now all the time these days. It wouldn't be amiss to let anyone he finds take his help regardless. That's when he finds a collective near a cozy little cabin, disturbed by the haunting events of this supposed mass Genjutsu. Instead of the swimming suit he usually wore here, he put on his regular shinobi attire, since he's dealing with business. Greeting Naki with a wave, and Kota with a gentle smile, he finally turns to Travin, his hazel eyes having caught everyone's gaze. "Morning, folks. If you're looking for our culprit, we should search the area for anything with thorns. Or something similar to that imagery... did any of you have something like that pop up at all?"

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The archer swung his bow over his neck and was ready to go. Kota got out of the cabin with the desire for death and destruction etched on his face. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Don’t threaten me. I don’t know who you are, but now is not the time for threats. I want the same thing as you. Threatening me when you are outmatched and outclassed will not go well for you.” The archer was speaking to the only unfamiliar face present. He did not recognize the guy and would have believed him an enemy if he attacked. The prior warning and lack of moving kept him more sane.

“Naki! Blades! Glad to see the two of you.” Kota gave the two of them a smile. He did not even have to look to know it was the two of them. He knew their chakra signatures like the back of his hand. Unless the two of them kept it hidden it would be easy for him to spot. “Like this man was saying. We need to find out who is responsible. Then send them to hell~.” Kota spoke the last sentence in a singsong way. He was so pissed that he circled back around to destructive exuberance. “Besides, Naki. Me yelling will not keep the bastards hidden or living for long.”

Kota finished those last words and started performing hand seals. The seals were for his most commonly used jutsu. It put the steroid in his senses and he was ready to perform. Kota would take the lead to start walking. He went in a general direction that was against the wind. The archer was following a certain scent his nose had picked up. The usefulness of his current technique was unrivaled as long as no one farted. The scent of shart would be enough to incapacitate him when it happened.

“I am pretty sure I have found the general direction. The only thing is to decide how we start ending them. Are we gonna make a plan or start a mass murder?” Kota was talking to his two compatriots. He did not recognize the last guy. Even if it was mean he did not trust him. The archer was already struck unconscious by a genjutsu technique. Who's to say this guy could be trusted. That was why Kota listened carefully. If the guy even so much as twitched at them weirdly. He would find an arrow so far up his butt he could use the tip as a spare tooth.

The time that passed with them getting to know each other. Kota flirting with Blades the group would eventually come across a group of people around a giant dial of sorts. Kota could feel the chakra on the thing going off in waves. The archer did not have to be an Anbu officer to figure out that it was the source of the beach disturbance. It had five people present. Not a lot but a decent work out for the people present, as far as Kota was concerned. “Alright. Let’s put in maximum effort.” Kota would whisper to the group before going to work.


WC:  524
TWC: 1,068

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-Senses Beyond

When Blade came into the scene he would smile at him as Naki moved to the side as all four of them were standing around. Naki would only be in his trunks and sandals as he took a step to the side as Kota began to weave hand signs then began walking saying that he had a scent. As they walked Naki would chuckle as he listened to kota flirt with blades. He didn't realize how active Kota was or his tastes but he didn't judge it. He would look back at the stranger looking to ask him what his name was but stopped when Kota had brought them to the targeted destination. Naki would listen to them as they asked if they should go with a plan or mass murder. The young man would weave hand signs himself dog -> hare -> ox as the moisture in the air started to form around his hands as he pulled them apart revealing his sword that was made from the water he pulled before flicking the blade. 

 "You know, I yelled at Kaito for just rushing in without a plan, but I am okay with being called a hypocrite today. We honestly need just one alive. I say dive in and get it done and over with." Naki said before holding up a ram hand sign with one hand before quietly body flickering around the ones that were focusing on preforming the genjutsu he would choose one of the people getting behind the furthest one as he placed his blade against his hip and drew it as if he pulled it from a sheathe as he quickly severed one their heads as he "put" the sword back in it's sheathe. He would kick the body at one of the others causing it to collapse on top of one of the others. He would begin to rotate the blade in his hand as one of the men went to attack him with a weapon of his own as Naki was currently playing a great roll of distraction right now. 

WC 346
TWC 837

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Now that Blades has gotten a better idea of how the rest of this rag tag group is feeling, he suddenly realizes that he somehow isn't more bloodthirsty than the rest of them. Despite him being the guy that needed to consume blood to live... it sent a shiver up his spine, especially hearing how excited Kota was for a bout of murder. It made him silently grateful he wasn't on anyone's list when he was trying to cultivate his own power. Sighing to himself, he decides to play it quiet, smiling silently for everyone - Travin included - to keep up the appearance that he was fine. Really, though, he was concerned they'd be less likely to keep anyone alive, so they can figure out how this happened in the first place. Whoever can cast a beach wide Genjutsu had to either be incredibly smart, or incredibly powerful, and he just assumes it's the former. Power would have meant they'd never break out while merely waking up from their own slumber. At least he wasn't in his bathing suit this time...

Their small stroll gave them time to talk to each other, but he decided to keep himself wordless, except for the occasional retort to Kota. While he enjoys the flirting, and was happy to see fellow Sunagakure Nin, he felt particularly uncomfortable due to the situation at hand. If he had his brand new toys out to play, he wouldn't have to worry about much, but he felt vulnerable with merely a pile of regular shinobi tools and a katana. They've become so basic to him that he felt like a toddler playing with their first toys. None of that is how he feels he should be fighting. Perhaps when he's done helping these fellas out, he'll have to step up his game and finally get his new gear up to snuff. Then no one on his own level would have an easy time taking him on... at least, as easy as they could now. "Woe is me," he thinks to himself, shaking his head to stop his own internal whining.

By the time they make it to the site, with what looked like a cult surrounding some sort of sundial, it's clear to the Genin that his friends really did only have killing on the mind... other than Naki, bless his soul. It surprised him that out of them all, he was the one whom reckoned that one should be kept alive, but he wasn't going to argue with this at all. Before the group starts this venture towards violence, he spoke up to say, "I'll keep one occupied to keep him alive; the rest of you do whatever you want." That's when the carnage began. It's a site to behold, really, but knowing that they'd have all the information they can gather when the fight is finished, he was confident in his split second plan. Not particularly wanting to show off like the rest of them, he sticks with the classics by weaving the  Dog -> Boar -> Ram hand seals, which subsequentially surrounded him in a brief cloud of smoke. Once the fumes dissipate, he's left as a simple, sand colored softshell crab, as small as he can make it within the confines of the Transformation Jutsu's limitations. While everyone else goes about taking everyone out, using his somehow still speedy body, he walks sideways with malicious intent at one of the members that managed to try and run away from all of the carnage. That was his last mistake of the day, as when Blades got him alone, he releases the effects of his jutsu to wrap his left arm firmly under the man's chin, in a tight chokehold, with his right hand holding a kunai directly at their throat. "Struggle, and you die. We just want answers," Blades spoke to him with a hiss, though that didn't stop him from wriggling in his grasp. That's why he simply waited for them to run out of breath before letting go and allowing his body to slump to the floor; by the time everyone else is done, he's sitting with the now tied up man, who is also blindfolded, prim and proper for interrogation.

"Took you guys long enough. Let us get to the bottom of this, yeah?"

[MISSION COMPLETE. EXIT THREAD.]

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Kota was simply used to killing cultists at this point. When the battle started he merely grabbed three arrows and started to release. He hit his target in the eye and in the heart. The arrow went through his socket piercing his brain, if the arrow through the heart was not enough. It pinned the guy to the dial.

The last arrow was used more as a defensive option. Kota used the arrow to pierce down the foot of the cultist trying to attack Naki. It was an easy feat for the archer. Kota knew with the low level of ability the cultists displayed. One of his fellow sand shinobi could have easily taken down all five of them. The brutality of his murders did curve his bloodlust a smidgen.

Seeing as how Blades took one alive, and the rest was taken care of. Kota considered his present work to be done. “It was fun but you all should be able to handle the rest from here.” The archer did not want to deal with an annoying religion or paperwork.



WC:  180
TWC: 1,248

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-Deadeye

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2x Mission rewards for The Endless Summer with Beloved Presence; 16,000 ryo, 80 AP My AP is at Max. Converting it to Ryo. So total is 20,000 Ryo overall.

Word Count is going towards Wingless Bird previous wc amount was brought up here at 699. Total WC learned 1947/3,750