Rebuilding.

Mission details::

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the crater that formerly was Tatsumakigakure no Sato’s hidden village. Various minor settlements of people, most of them refugees, formed around the old minor village’s ruins, creating sorts of small towns where now Yushin, the Fire Country Missing-Ninja, operated in the shadows. Yushin’s life took a dark turn when his father, consumed by madness after finding out that his only son wasn’t actually his, murdered Yushin's mother. In a fit of rage and grief, Yushin had avenged his mother by taking his father's life in a most horrendous way. From that moment, he embraced the path of the Missing-Ninja, forsaking the village and living on the fringes of society. He fled the Land of Fire after his last cassino business got busted, so he was now looking for opportunities in more… desolated places.

After moving into the region, Yushin found himself approached by a local gang that needed his unique set of skills. A villager had hired the gang for a job, and yet, when it came time for payment, the villager played a cunning game of evasion. The gang, frustrated and losing face, turned to Yushin to settle the score. In the dimly lit alleyways, Yushin met with the gang's representative, a wiry man with a scar running across his cheek. The gang leader's instructions were clear – find the elusive villager and make him pay, by any means necessary.

- Sure…

Yushin accepted the mission, disappearing into the night like a wraith. He knew this kind of job was beneath him, but he was in need of Ryo to re-settle his criminal activities. He prowled through the village, using his skills to remain unseen. His reputation as a ruthless assassin preceded him, and fear whispered through the shadows. Days turned into nights as Yushin gathered information, tracking the elusive villager's movements. The villager seemed to have an uncanny ability to slip away whenever the gang closed in. Yushin knew he had to be more cunning, more patient.

Finally, Yushin discovered a pattern in the villager's behavior. The man frequented a local tea house, seeking refuge in the bustling crowd. Yushin decided to strike there, where the villager felt safest. As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Yushin entered the tea house, his face obscured by a hood. He blended into the background, observing the villagers sipping their tea and chatting. It didn't take long for him to spot his target – the elusive villager.
Silently, Yushin approached the table where the man sat, his heart pounding in anticipation. The villager, oblivious to the impending danger, continued
sipping his tea. Yushin's voice cut through the air like a dagger.

"You can't escape your debts," he whispered.

The villager turned pale, he did not recognize the voice but was terrified by the chilling tone of voice of Yushin. Unable to comprehend how the criminal had found him. The Missing-Ninja gave the man an ultimatum – pay what was owed or face the consequences. The fear in the villager's eyes spoke louder than words, and he quickly handed over the promised payment.
As Yushin disappeared into the night once again, leaving the tea house behind, he reflected on the path he had chosen. His grim past casted him away from his country, and he was now condemned to live in the shadows of such a wasteland… and this made him mad. The village that had rejected him will tremble at his name, that he could promise.

Starting to make a name for himself at the Tornado’s Country underworld, Yushin received a discreet message from an elderly woman who sought his services for an unusual task. The request was simple – she needed an escort to a family reunion in a nearby town, and she was willing to pay upfront for the job. Yushin, intrigued by the straightforward nature of the mission, agreed to meet the woman.
Again, this was such a low-level job for Yushin’s level… but that was his life now. As he arrived at the designated meeting point, he found a frail-looking woman with silver hair waiting. Her eyes carried the weight of years, but there was a determined spark within. She introduced herself as Mrs. Takahashi, explaining that she needed someone to ensure her safe journey to the family gathering.

Yushin, ever the silent and mysterious figure, nodded in agreement. Mrs. Takahashi handed him a pouch of coins, payment for his services. However, as he accepted the money, an unexpected flashback struck him like a lightning bolt.
In that moment, Yushin's mind was transported back to the vivid memories of his beloved mother, as he specifically remembered the first time she gave him some money to buy some rice at the local grocery store. He could vividly see her warm smile, feel the gentle touch of her hand on his cheek, and hear the soothing lullabies she used to sing. The flashback was bittersweet, a painful reminder of the love he had lost to the madness that had consumed his father.

Regaining his composure, Yushin steeled himself for the mission at hand. He would honor the deal with Mrs. Takahashi and ensure her safety, just as he wished he could have protected his own mother.
The journey to the nearby town was uneventful, with Yushin maintaining his vigilant watch over Mrs. Takahashi. Along the way, she shared stories of her family, the joys, and struggles that came with a long life. Yushin, although reticent, found himself listening intently, touched by the genuine warmth in her tales. Hew sweet mannerism remembered his mother a lot, as she was also a keen storyteller.

Upon reaching the town, Mrs. Takahashi thanked Yushin for his service and bid him farewell. As he watched her disappear into the crowd, Yushin couldn't help but reflect on the complex nature of his existence. His path as a Missing-Ninja was fraught with darkness, yet moments like these offered a glimpse of the humanity he had almost forgotten.
With the upfront payment in hand, Yushin pondered the choices before him. The mission had not required any violence or deception, leaving him with an unexpected sense of peace. But the inner fire of his hatred still burned strong in his heart, as his desire for vindication pulled him quickly back into the dark part of his mind.

As he faded back into the night, Yushin carried the weight of his past, yet the flicker of humanity within him remained alive, like a distant flame refusing to be extinguished.

The next morning, Yushin received a cold and businesslike request from the same local gang he did a gig a few days ago, a stark contrast to the sentimental mission he had recently undertaken. The task at hand involved dealing with a rival potion and medical supply producer encroaching on the gang's turf. The local boss, indifferent to the details, wanted a clear message sent – the farmhouse where the operation was located must be burned down. In the ruthless world of criminal enterprises, business was indeed business, and burning a place down was the ultimate message. Yushin knew that this local gang used him like a tool for their business, but in fact it was Yushin manipulating them, earning their trust as he secretly created division among their ranks, as he would soon attempt a coup on their leadership. But to do so, he had to continue to fulfill his jobs.

Without a second thought, Yushin set out to complete the request. As he approached the farmhouse under the cover of darkness, the only illumination coming from the distant glow of the moon, he couldn't help but contrast the atmosphere with the previous mission. The air was heavy with tension, and the shadows seemed darker, reflecting the cruelty that was about to unfold. Yushin, a master of stealth, infiltrated the premises silently. He observed the illicit production of potions and medical supplies, noting the meticulous setup within the farmhouse. As he moved through the shadows, he reflected on the cruelty of the task at hand and the darkness that had consumed his own life.
Unbeknownst to the unsuspecting producers, Yushin strategically placed flammable substances throughout the farmhouse. He lightened up an cigarette, took a few puffs before throwing it at a gasoline trail he made.  He watched as the flickering flames danced on the liquid surface, a macabre ballet heralding the imminent destruction.
With a ruthless efficiency that had become second nature to him, Yushin set the farmhouse ablaze. The flames licked the walls, devouring the illicit goods and the hopes of those who depended on them. The crackling of the fire echoed in the night, drowning out any plea for mercy, as screams of help were heard coming from the couple of guys working on that shift.

As Yushin retreated into the shadows, he couldn't escape the bitter taste of cruelty that lingered in the air. The local gang's message had been delivered, and the farmhouse reduced to ashes stood as a testament to their dominance.
In the aftermath, Yushin contemplated the darkness that clung to him, the fine line he walked between redemption and damnation. The echo of his mother's gentle voice seemed distant as the flames flickered in his eyes, reflecting the cold resolve of a Missing-Ninja who had embraced the shadows with a cruelty born of necessity. But he knew that if he had to do worse, he would… nothing would stop him from fulfilling his destiny of evolution. He would become a God, that was a promise.

Yushin received word of an impending threat to his clandestine operations. The old abandoned bathhouse, which he had been using as a makeshift base, had drawn unwanted attention due to an unusual surge in flies. The restaurant nearby, where he occasionally enjoyed a quiet meal, had become the unwitting host to this infestation. The news reached him that investigators were being dispatched to inspect the source of the problem.

Realizing the potential danger, Yushin knew he had to act swiftly. The old tenant of the bathhouse had been a contact for him, and in the wake of their demise, Yushin had repurposed the vacant space for his own use. Now, he had to sever any lingering ties to the previous occupant and eliminate any evidence that could link him to the location. As Yushin entered the dilapidated bathhouse, memories of clandestine meetings and covert operations flooded his mind. The air inside was musty, and the eerie silence resonated with the secrets held within its decaying walls. Flies buzzed around, a testament to the neglect that had befallen the hidden sanctuary.
Yushin meticulously combed through the rooms, searching for anything that might connect him to the previous tenant. Old documents, forgotten belongings, and remnants of a life once lived were scattered throughout. The task required a delicate touch, and Yushin's nimble fingers danced over the surfaces, leaving no stone unturned. As he gathered and disposed of incriminating evidence, Yushin's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The shadows that had cloaked him in secrecy now threatened to expose him, and the consequences of being caught lingered in the air like a storm about to break.

With the bathhouse thoroughly ransacked, Yushin slipped into the night, carrying with him the remnants of his covert past. His next destination was a discreet point of contact, a middleman who specialized in selling off valuable information. Yushin knew that the secrets hidden in the old bathhouse could fetch a high price.

Under the cover of darkness, he made his way to the rendezvous point. The exchange was swift, and the information changed hands. Yushin, once again a phantom in the night, left the scene as quickly as he had arrived, leaving the abandoned bathhouse to its secrets and the encroaching investigators with nothing but the echoes of a vanishing presence.
With the specter of his previous hideout looming over him, Yushin decided it was time to establish a new, more secure base of operations. As he traversed the outskirts of the village, he stumbled upon an ancient and hollowed-out tree, its gnarled branches reaching towards the heavens. It seemed nature itself had crafted a sanctuary for him. The hollowed interior of the tree provided a natural concealment, hidden away from prying eyes. The entrance was concealed by overgrown foliage, shielding the clandestine abode from casual onlookers. Yushin, always attuned to the whispers of the shadows, sensed an opportunity to weave his new haven seamlessly into the surrounding environment.

With a practiced hand, he set to work, enhancing the tree's natural camouflage. He cleared away any traces of his presence, ensuring that even the keenest eyes would struggle to discern the entrance to his secret refuge. Moss and ivy adorned the exterior, further blending the tree into the forest. Inside, Yushin fashioned a small living space, utilizing the hollowed-out sections for storage and shelter. A dim light emanated from a carefully concealed lantern, casting a soft glow over his meager belongings. The air inside was cool and refreshing, carrying the scent of the surrounding woods.
As he settled into his new sanctuary, Yushin reflected on the transient nature of his existence. The abandoned tree, a relic of nature's craftsmanship, now served as the backdrop for his clandestine activities. The echoes of the past lingered, but in this new haven, Yushin found solace amidst the whispers of the wind through the leaves.

The hidden base became a place of refuge and reflection, a stark contrast to the shadows that defined his life. The tree, with its ancient wisdom, seemed to cradle Yushin in its boughs, offering a sense of peace that had eluded him for far too long. From the vantage point of his new placee, Yushin continued to navigate the intricate web of secrecy and deception. The abandoned tree became more than just a base; it became a symbol of resilience, a testament to his ability to adapt and endure in the unforgiving world he inhabited. And so, Yushin, the Missing-Ninja, embraced the tranquility of his hidden haven, knowing that in the heart of the wilderness, he could find sanctuary within the shadows.


Yushin received a cryptic message, a request that veiled its true intent in shadows. Kidnap a pet, it said. The details were minimal, but the challenge lay in the lineage of the animal – offspring of a long-winded pet from an old retired adventurer. The enigmatic nature of the mission intrigued Yushin, and he prepared to employ his formidable stealth skills.
As he approached the retired adventurer's residence, Yushin blended seamlessly into the darkness, becoming one with the shadows. The house stood silent, a relic of the past, and the night was his ally.
Yushin's keen senses guided him as he maneuvered through the terrain, avoiding creaky floorboards and remaining unseen by any watchful eyes. The old adventurer, perhaps lulled into a false sense of security by the passage of time, had failed to perceive the silent intruder slipping into the shadows.

The pet, shrouded in mystery, was said to have offspring. Yushin's task was to secure one of these progenies and deliver it to a specific location without arousing suspicion. The adventurer's dwelling, a repository of relics and memories, concealed the secrets Yushin sought.
The retired adventurer's quarters were meticulously scoured by the Missing-Ninja, his every movement calculated to avoid detection. The pet, whether ferocious or docile, remained elusive in the cloak of darkness. Yushin, guided by intuition and experience, zeroed in on a small chamber tucked away from prying eyes. In that room, he found a litter of puppies, their eyes barely open to the world. A small, furry form captured Yushin's attention, and with deft hands, he cradled the offspring in the folds of his cloak. The stealthy abduction unfolded without a sound, as the rest of the litter slumbered, unaware of their sibling's departure.

As Yushin retreated into the night, he pondered the enigmatic nature of the mission. The offspring clutched in his arms represented an unspoken bond between the past and the present. The shadows embraced him as he moved through the village, his destination clear – the backdoor of a local bakery.
The bakery, a neutral ground in the clandestine exchange, awaited Yushin's arrival. Silently, he approached, placing the small creature near the back entrance. The exchange of money followed, as coins cascaded from a window above the door. The enigma of the mission lingered in the night air, and as Yushin disappeared into the shadows once again, the lineage of the pet, now in the hands of an unknown party, added another layer of mystery to his shadowy existence.

The retired adventurer, unaware of the shadows that had infiltrated his dwelling, discovered the absence of one of his puppies a few days after the mysterious disappearance. The weight of concern etched lines on his weathered face as he embarked on a determined search for the missing pet. Little did he know that the same shadows he once danced within were now working against him.
Yushin, always vigilant, detected the adventurer's approach. The retired warrior, fueled by a mixture of concern and determination, traced the subtle clues that led him to the bakery – the designated location of the mysterious exchange. The petnapping had not gone unnoticed, and the adventurer sought answers in the village.
As the adventurer entered the back alley near the bakery, Yushin observed from the concealment of the shadows. The retired warrior, though seasoned in battles of old, appeared somewhat out of place in the urban environment. His eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking any trace of the missing pup.

The retired adventurer's gaze fell upon Yushin, who emerged like a phantom from the darkness. The criminal, an embodiment of stealth and cunning, faced the old warrior with an expression devoid of remorse. The retired adventurer, a sense of urgency burning in his eyes, confronted Yushin.

"You!" the adventurer exclaimed, realizing that the mysterious figure before him was involved in the disappearance of his beloved pet.

In response, Yushin moved with a fluidity that seemed to defy the laws of nature. He vanished and reappeared, a blur of motion that disoriented the retired adventurer. Swiftly, the Missing-Ninja engaged the old warrior, using a combination of speed and precision that belied his opponent's experience. Despite the adventurer's seasoned combat skills, Yushin's mastery of the shadows proved to be a formidable advantage. The criminal darted in and out of the darkness, launching calculated strikes that left the retired adventurer struggling to keep up. The battle unfolded in a dance of evasion and counterattacks, each move designed to exploit the shadows' protection.
In a final, decisive moment, Yushin incapacitated the adventurer with a well-placed strike to the throat. The retired warrior, gasping for breath, lay defeated at the hands of the elusive criminal. Yushin, his expression unchanged, regarded his fallen adversary before murdering him in cold blood, as he could not have more people hunting him.

As the shadows swallowed Yushin, the defeated adventurer’s body remained still under a pile of blood. The missing pup remained a mystery, and the criminal, having asserted his dominance, left the retired adventurer to ponder the shadows that had cast him into the depths of the afterlife.

After defeating the adventurer, Yushin decided to cool off at a local tavern. As he arrived, he noted that the place pulsated with the raucous laughter and tumultuous behavior of a drunken group that clearly had overstayed their welcome. Yushin, after grabbing his first drink, was summoned by the exasperated innkeeper to take care of the troublemakers. He agreed a fee with the local innkeeper to deal with the drunken lads and get rid of them. Some ryos and a couple of free drinks. After all he did in that same night, that seemed like a rather easy task.
As he observed their drunken antics, Yushin weighed his options. The shadows within him resonated with a familiar brutality, urging him to unleash his combat skills. The innkeeper had given him the liberty to use any means necessary, and Yushin, with a sense of cold determination, opted for a physical solution. In a fluid motion, he emerged out of nowhere in the center of the inn, confronting the drunken group with an unyielding gaze. The flicker of candlelight played upon the contours of his cold face, revealing the pale, terrifying face of the Missing-Ninja. The group, initially undeterred, faced a sudden shift in the atmosphere.

Yushin moved with a predatory grace, his actions a seamless dance of combat honed through years of training as a shinobi. The first strike landed with precision right in the jaw, incapacitating the biggest of the drunken guys before the others could react. The shadows embraced him as he darted between his adversaries, delivering swift and controlled blows that left them disoriented. Although many people, they were wasted and clearly had no training, what made it a lot easier for the criminal.

The fight unfolded with ruthless efficiency. Yushin's movements were a blur of calculated strikes and evasive maneuvers. The group, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught, struggled to mount a coherent defense, and one by one, they started to fall, completely knocked out. Yushin, a phantom in the midst of chaos, dispatched each opponent with a cold detachment that spoke of his training.
As the last of the drunken troublemakers crumpled to the floor, subdued and defeated, the tavern fell into a stunned silence. The innkeeper, grateful for the resolution, nodded in acknowledgment, as other clients, also not very satisfied with the group, and definitely sacred of Yushin, started throwing the knocked out guys out of the establishment. Yushin, his face obscured by shadows and the remnants of the encounter, slipped back into the darkness.
The remaining fellas of the defeated group, now nursing their wounds and nursing their pride, slinked out of the tavern, leaving behind the only the lingering echoes of the confrontation. Soon enough, things got back to normal and Yusuke seated right at the darkest corner of the tavern. He enjoyed a couple of his free drinks before heading back to his new base of operations.

As he returned his lair, he remembered that he took another souvenir from the adventurer’s house: a book, a comprehensive guide on anatomy, that held the knowledge Yushin desired about medical ninjutsu, given his former heart condition. Silently flipping through the pages, he absorbed the intricacies of the human form. Detailed illustrations and explanations illuminated the mysteries of anatomy, providing valuable insights that could enhance Yushin's understanding of the body's vulnerabilities.

In the privacy of his concealed lair within the hollowed-out tree, Yushin delved into the stolen knowledge, studying the diagrams and descriptions with a meticulous focus. The cold light of a concealed lantern cast shadows on the pages as he absorbed the information, aiming to augment his combat skills and tactical understanding. He devoured all the pages of the books with keen determination on learning more about the human anatomy and ways to implement chakra usage into medical techniques, for both offensive and defensive purposes.
As the stolen book became a silent mentor, Yushin combined theoretical knowledge with practical exercises, refining his techniques in the solitude of his hidden sanctuary, dissecting frogs, rats, bats… and even a couple of human subjects. The retired adventurer’s was definitely a former medical ninja, as the book not only had all the basic stuff to become a medical nin, but it also had quite a few annotations from the former owner, with valuable information and intel he gathered during his studies.

In the quietude of the hidden tree base, Yushin continued his study of anatomy, honing his skills in the art of subterfuge and combat. The stolen knowledge became a tool, a means to empower his elusive presence in the shadows, as he prepared for the uncertainties that lay ahead in the clandestine world he navigated.

Fueled by an insatiable thirst for knowledge, Yushin delved deeper into his study of anatomy and the secrets it held. The stolen book, now a prized possession in his hidden tree lair, became the cornerstone of his education. As he pored over its pages, Yushin's understanding of the human body evolved, transcending mere combat techniques.

With time, he began to explore the realms of medical ninjutsu – an art that harnessed chakra for healing purposes. The shadows that had long concealed his actions now bore witness to a silent transformation. Yushin, the erstwhile enigma of darkness, sought to unlock the potential of medical techniques, melding the knowledge of anatomy with the mystical arts of chakra control.
In the secluded hollowed-out tree, Yushin practiced hand seals and focused on channeling chakra with surgical precision. His understanding of pressure points, nerves, and vital organs would allow him to develop medical ninjutsu techniques that went beyond the conventional healing methods.

The stolen book served as a foundation, but Yushin's innate talent and dedication propelled him into the realm of a specialist in medical ninjutsu. He honed techniques that could mend wounds, alleviate pain, and enhance the body's natural healing processes – skills that contrasted sharply with his reputation as a Missing-Ninja.

The tree lair, once a sanctuary for shadows and secrets, now echoed with the soft hum of chakra manipulation. Yushin, shrouded in the dim light, experimented with his newfound abilities, testing the limits of his medical prowess. The stolen knowledge had transformed him into a practitioner of the healing arts, a facet of his persona hidden from the prying eyes of the world. The stolen knowledge had transformed him into a practitioner of the healing arts, a facet of his persona hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Not only for healing, but now he also understood about the human anatomy… how o hurt, how to poison, how to make a clean cut on a limb. He had now limitless possibilities when it came to human genetics…transplants, enhancements, scientific ninja tools. His path to become a god just started.

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WC: 4300

[EXIT]

CLAIMS:

8.000 ryo and 40 AP as mission rewards

2000 words towards Medical specialty [2000/2000]
2000 words towards Beloved Presence [2000/2000]
300 words towards Poison Mist [300/1500]

Training 20 points of chakra
10 points of vigor
13 points of speed.

Yushin wrote:

Mission details::

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WC: 4300

[EXIT]

CLAIMS:

8.000 ryo and 40 AP as mission rewards

2000 words towards Medical specialty [2000/2000]
2000 words towards Beloved Presence [2000/2000]
300 words towards Poison Mist [300/1500]

Training 20 points of chakra
10 points of vigor
13 points of speed.

Approved