Escorts and Invitations(IO)

Mission Details :

The sound of a simple breath…..
The sound of hands coming together……
Silence in the face of ritual……
All that was missing was the feel of clay beneath his feet, mind tuning out the superfluous noise that attempted to berate his mind.  Like the opponent who seeks to hold dominion of the dohyo it pushed him away from the ritual….the concentration….the closest thing to religion the man had ever felt.  Still, these few moments of peace as all things where destined to come to an end.  Within his mind he saw the brilliantly garbed man standing before him, a stack of envelopes held out.  Kaito moved his hand back and forth before touching his right shoulder and sweeping down, taking the imaginary bundle of funds that would signify his continued earnings. 
 
With a grumble, the massive man stood, head bowed not in any further contemplation, but out of necessity due to the small size of the cabin.  Pushing his way out of the room he found himself on the deck off the small boat, a splash of sea spray wetting his face. 
 
“All most there!” a shout tore down from the feeble crow’s nest.  His passion paid some of the bills of travel, but not all.  Moving from country to country was many things, but cheap was not amongst them.  It had been a stroke of luck to find an odd job to do on his way to the Island of Moon, even if the benefactor was testing his patience.  A simple duty, keep a loud-mouthed man safe.  The first part of the journey was by sea, where they would make port and then a short jaunt through the land of Moon.  The architect he had been told wished to see the ruins of the once great nation for inspiration.  The issue with a land without a village of strength was that you are never quite new who was making it their home, thus he had splurged on his normal protection detail as well as several contractors. 
 
The once Ozeki looked out as the deckhands brought them to harbor and tied off.  Leading the way off the boat he stood in wait of the benefactor to follow suit, eyes moving across the area not so much on the lookout for danger but for who else might be coming.  The wrestler standing at 6 feet and 8 inches tall towered over the majority of locals that moved around at the hustle and bustle.  If it had only been his height perhaps he could have gotten fewer looks, but it was his size that would draw attention as much as his fraying kimono.  The light blue with blue clouds had seen better day, the thick white belt fraying on the ends.  It seemed to barely engulf the man who now he guessed weighed nearly 390lbs.  The small horns that seemed to leave his head, the symbol of his Ushitori bloodline certainly weren’t coming to his aid either. 
 
With a grunt of thanks to the small man who dropped off his canvas bag that served as his luggage he shouldered it, once again looking around for who else the man had hired, and of course the man himself finally making his way off the boat.

TWC - 542

“Yes yes yes yes yes you have no idea how long we have been waiting!” The architect would say talking just as much with his hands as he did his mouth.  His words at complete odds with the workers moving around him clearly still unloading the boat, while men finished hooking up horses for the carriage that would carry the man.  “I have a lot of money riding on this next job, and even more waiting for me back home, so lets get to it, I haven’t all day.”  With that he would make his way towards the carriage hardly offering a hello or greeting to their new guide. 
 
As he walked Kaito would follow, this wasn’t particularly an ideal position but it was one he was paid to do, and he would see it done.  “Now now boss, lets not be rude to the lady..”  At odds with he architects quick and nasally words, Kaito’s were slow and resonant.  It was a voice that had weight, and his tone said he’d been there, done that, and bought the t shirt in the process.  Wooden clogs clipped and clopped under the weight of the man as he followed slowly behind the man. 
 
 
"I demand utmost precision in every aspect of this project! We can't afford any mistakes, and I won’t be taking manners lessons from someone as unrefined as you."  The architect would say almost comically throwing his nose in the air and entering the closed carriage.  Door slamming behind him. 
 
Standing almost as tall as the carriage, Kaito simply lifted his large bag and put it on the roof out of the way, unbothered by the rudeness.  Turning he would look toward the woman, giving a polite bow that still left him taller than she.  “I’d say he grows on you, but just like you don’t want weeds in a garden…” He’d thumb towards the door “You don’t need that growth.”  He’d flash a brief smile before returning to a more stoic disposition, a crack in what otherwise would be an intimidating figure.  “You can call me Takeshiyama, I trust you to get us wherever we need to go….it’ll be a pleasure.”  Words holding the warmth of sincerity It was clear he believed what he said, and was confident that everything would work out…….but time would tell.
 
As they finished the pleasantries the carriage finally loaded up would begin to make its way towards the ruins and their destination. 

TWC - 952

A deep chuckle would escape Kaito’s throat at her comments at their benefactors expense.  “Yes well….gotta pay the bills don’t we.”  He’d say with a warm smile.  Despite his large frame and even the scary nature of the small horns that jutted from his head it was quickly Apparently that Kaito was nothing more than an over sized, and perhaps over stuffed, teddy bear.  He tried to keep a stern expression at times, though his eyes almost always gave him away for the simple soul he was deep down.  They weren’t in the dohyo, it was necessary to enjoy life even when life made you work for it.  

Her constant stream of conversation was allowed to flow freely, to where she so desired it to take them.  After a rather recluse experience on the boat it was a pleasant change.  The benefactor had not been much company, and the other men on the boat had mostly avoided the man.  He would listen and ask questions where appropriate taking in what she had to say.  The only part he would make a grunt at was the mention of shinobi.  “I am no shinobi, but I thank you for your hospitality.”  He’d say simply his eyes measuring her.  On principal, he tended to be skeptical when it came to anything to do with the shinobi of the various lands.  

Still she had offered him nothing but hospitality, so to the best of his ability he shelved the prejudiced for the time being.  Her comments on its security would cause another chuckle to escape him, his belly shaking with the laughter.  It had a warm feeling to it, the kind of laugh that let you know it was with you and anything but at you.  “I am secure wherever I may find myself, because I am there.”  He’d say with a practiced slap to the side of his stomach reminiscent of the entrance ceremony.  “Still, I have business in about one month, and so a place to lay my head and train would be appreciated.”  From there he would do his own bit of talking, though not nearly as detailed as she had been.  His true name withheld, as well as his original home.  Rather he spoke of the recent sumo tournaments he had performed at, and how in one of the villages on the island, a small tournament was set to take place.  

Like a fine meal left out for too long however, their conversation soon spoiled at the mention of the abominations plaguing the area.  Something that had been thoroughly left out of the letter of invitation he had received to compete in the area…..convenient.  “As I said….safety follows me.”  He’d say smiling unconcerned.  “I may not be a shinobi, but I am Rikishi…..we do not frighten.”  

The journey would continue as the two continued to talk, though the kunoichi’s voice becoming more hushed as the horizon diminished into the ruins of Tengagakure.  Reaching up, the wrestler would stroke his chin looking at the skyscrapers that still stood, and even more so at the ones that did not.  He felt the change in his companions demeanor, and stepped forward because of it.  A man of his size would have a hard time hiding behind anyone, so why not be bold with each step?

it did not go unseen that her eyes changed color, he’d simply shake his head at the magics of the shinobi and look towards where her gaze had paused.  He was impressed with her quick thoughts of action.  A leaders tone, and a leaders decisive actions followed.  He simply bowed at her request and began to walk forward, wooden clogs still clipping and clipping beneath his weight.  He heard rather than saw her direct the carriage to halt.  Still there were other things to do….five men…….and he outweighed them all.  

It was an ambush they sought, and one that they would not find. Gesturing to Junko he advised they moved back.  He’d wait watching the rocks until he was certain they were out of harms way.  Once they were he’d step up, only 5 or so meters from where the creatures or men where hidden.  He would squat low, lower than a man his size typically could before what looked like the gathering of water in front of him.  Once the gesture was complete, he’d bring his hands together causing a loud clap that rang out through the ruins.  

As if on signal, this caused the creatures to relinquish their safety and charge the man.  Unbothered, on hand rested on his right knee, as his other leg came straight up, almost in a standing splits, flexibility shown of a much smaller man.  The bandits closed In and a skittish person would likely have begun to be nervous for the Ushitora man, until that was put to bed.  As he brought his foot down crashing into the earth, everything in front of the caravan would go red.  If any of the caravan folks had disobeyed Junko’s assumed directions they’d find their eye brows singed or worse as the fire engulfed a 15m diameter centering on where the rikishi had been.  

The resulting shockwave would shake not only the gates but the carriage.   Then as soon as it had begun, a second loud clap could be heard before a second stomp of his right leg, and the eruption of the Oni would be over.  Standing he’d bow, but at nothing that could be seen.  Whatever danger had threatened, did so no more.  

Turning he’d look towards Junko’s direction, “Make sure he pays both of us.”  He’d say with a smile oblivious to the actions that had just transpired.  

Jutsu used - Red Oni Eruption

Mission complete - exit

TWC - 1900

Claims (All jutsu claims at 25% discount due to max stats)
6.5k ryo (2k mission + 4K B rank + 500 due to max ap and converting ap rewards to ryo)

Using word count bank on top of what I got from
This mission.  3875 in my wc bank + 1900 = 5775

Using 1875 to turn Red Oni Eruption into an S rank from A rank utilizing my final slot less clan bloodline slot.  

Using 1.5k to double master Spine chill to make it require no hand seals.  

Remaining 2400 going towards mastering red Oni eruption for power.

Takeshiyama wrote:
Mission complete - exit

TWC - 1900

Claims (All jutsu claims at 25% discount due to max stats)
6.5k ryo (2k mission + 4K B rank + 500 due to max ap and converting ap rewards to ryo)

Using word count bank on top of what I got from
This mission.  3875 in my wc bank + 1900 = 5775

Using 1875 to turn Red Oni Eruption into an S rank from A rank utilizing my final slot less clan bloodline slot.  

Using 1.5k to double master Spine chill to make it require no hand seals.  

Remaining 2400 going towards mastering red Oni eruption for power.

Approved

Junko Tsukiko wrote:
(EXIT)

WC:602
Total WC:1638

Reserving WC Claims until previous posts have been approved

Mission Rewards
2,000 Ryo / 10 AP
Rewards doubled from Beloved Presence 4,000 Ryo 20 AP
Converting 20 AP to 1,000 Ryo
C Rank Vagabond bonus 2,000 Ryo
Total Ryo Gained: 7,000

Also Approved!