Piero relaxed on an extremely small island, at work. He had been there for hours, working on another one of his creations. He used his Kunai to shape the legs juuuuuust right. The calf had to be perfect. The toes had to be shaped just right. He had to cut down a tree for supplies. The blade curved repeatedly, making sure he got the beautiful legs right. After a while it was a success. The legs were just right. Her toes were small, carved lines, and rectangular. But it added to the charm. It keeps from the Uncanny Valley from taking effect. 

He a moment to reflect. He was in Konoha all his life, and here he now was in a different country. It was exciting for him. To have finally escape the clutches of his father. He looked around him. He was pretty dawned satisfied with himself. He continued to focus on his work.

Piero decided to carve her clothing. “Let's have you wear something promiscuous.” Piero formed her body, a slender hourglass figure of a female form, with small bust, but wide hips. Her hair would be short, and she would be in only skin tight underwear. “Now…let's put your pretty little face on.” And now it was time to carve the face. It would be one filled with pain. Her face will be trapped forever in a cringe. A cringe of unimaginable pain. Her teeth would show, her eyes shut reeeally tight. Her mouth opened only slightly to let out a scream. And it was done. Her hands and feet are held in restraint by the wrists and ankles respectively. Her arms, thighs, stomach, and back are covered in cuts, some light and some deep. 

Piero examined the figurine. “I don't know what you are all screamy about, I'm the one who had to make you.” Piero laughed to himself. “Now let's make your boyfriend.” 

After getting a good start, Piero would shape his arms. His large  muscular arms. He carved a large hulking body. Biceps, pectorals, triceps, all large and bulking. A beast of a man, wearing only trousers. His face would be of pure rage, yet a one of liking. His eyes were angry, but his mouth was in a dangerous smile. His right hand was reached out, as if he was trying to grab for a something. In his other, a Kunai in an underhand position. 

“Excellent. I now pronounce you Mister and Misses Lotion on the Skin. You may now scar your kids for life, and blame each other.” Piero placed the grabbing hand of Mr. Lotion on the Skin around his wife’s neck. It was now complete. He lifted her off the ground by the neck playing with the knife, teasing her. Piero smiled. He plotted the new scene for his “Play Time”.



WC 425 E~E3 Speed

Another day it seemed with the sun shining down on the forest he had been on these islands for a while venturing and searching but he was always found himself sleeping in a position that kept him safe and high off the ground. It kept him safe and allowed him to dream or think about the things the world has turned into or become he was on a branch of a tree once more. Not to far up but high enough to see the sun touch and rise from the horizon blessing the lands in its ray of light. Acting as the beacon of warmth but always telling the world it's time to get up and begin your day to the humans especially for the creatures and beasts that belong to nature their day is all about survival.

Sporting his blue sleeveless jacket with the fur hoodie and black parachute pants coming with the usual shinobi footwear his brown skin tone glimmered in the sunlight for a while. Many things ran through the mind of Burittsu he was a troubled and confused man but it was getting to the point where time itself was racing against him making him choose a path where not many was willing to follow. And that could be understandable he was willing to cross certain lines to achieve his goal take up many people on their offers in order for himself to gain strength and get stronger. Scratching the back of his head a tiny chuckle escaped his breath as he did recall himself choosing the path one of vengeance or one of silence that was the day everything changed.

It felt as if the missions themselves of the village were just tasks no one wanted to do even though they paid enough to get him by for the next day or so he felt as if he didn’t belong in the safety of the country he loved. Looking up into the blue sky as what seemed to be a bird with a white box on its leg flew above him heading away from the village had all the freedom going from village to village. Enjoying the sites and views actually spreading its wings and soaring into the freedom that Burittsu wanted a freedom to do something that didn’t involve him being silent.

Even though the bird was on its own mission it tasted the feeling of leaving and it enjoyed every second of it looking down at the ground below him he was only a couple branches up above from the ground. Not a serious drop but anyone can do it if they really was concerned standing up on the branch he took one step forward falling off the drop took a mere second as he landed on back down on the earth. Looking around it was peaceful not a person to be seen he was alone with mother nature herself it had been a while since he saw another living person but that would only bring him more trouble.

Indeed it was beautiful once he had a chance to admire it but even he knew that in a matter of time all this would be a memory and he would be out seeing the world for what it really is soon enough. The thought of him being happy in a nation that didn’t do anything at all when its people were in danger seemed to be false truth people were dying and no one seemed to care. Walking down what seemed to be this dirt path he continued to think as the wildlife around only did what their instincts told them too and that was very much just to observe Burittsu making sure he doesn’t move to fast. From deer to fox to rabbit it all seemed they were keeping a close watch on the shinobi from afar and up close making sure he wouldn’t try to harm anyone of them but it did not matter.

Even they knew they couldn’t escape death for long either a hunter or an actual predator would come around and kill them all either eating them for dinner at the family table or cutting off their heads and mounting it on their wall. It did not matter one bit death waited for everyone and anyone who had a heart beat was going to be lying dead underneath the earth or on the floor as their body decomposed back into dust. He came to a brief stop as he looked around it had seem his thinking brought him farther than expected once more but the silence was that he enjoyed well so he thought as he turned his head seeing what looked to be a grown man. Chuckling and playing with dolls well at least he was far enough not to hear anything he had to say he was sure the guy didn’t even see him so he continued on his way looking at the man laughing with these toys in his hand he couldn’t really make out if they were even actually toys.

“A man playing with dolls at this time of day.. Probably his little secret that’s why he came way out here.. Embarrassing whatever happened to training or actually taking the day off.. Ughh I can’t even talk his probably relieving the stress of his shoulders..”

Focusing on the direction he was headed too once more he was disappointed that this island actually had someone on it but it did mean if he was here with Burittsu. Probably there was a chance more people also was on this island somewhere he’d only hope on his walk he wouldn’t run into any more. Human’s were too much to handle and still are thinking they deserve attention and love when each one deserves the truth that the world is cold. And everyone comes in the world alone and will leave the world alone dying and never coming back in existence. Stopping in his tracks once more it seemed he gained a headache thinking of all the negative situations in life he was meant to relax and enjoy this day but he could never seem to even get that task right.

“Ugh..”

WC:1034

Piero decided to make something a bit more advanced. He took the log he was sitting on and stood it up. Using Chakra strings, he took out five Kunai, and started slashing. He continued to cut ferociously at the piece of wood for ten minutes before it formed into a humanoid. A block like humanoid. Piero took a few more branches, and attached them into some areas. And now he had made a dummy puppet. It wasn't capable for battle whatsoever, but Piero could work on his performance. He attached the strings to the puppet, and moved his fingers around. The puppet jumped. He did so again, and had it perform a spin kick. Piero needed to train his combat skills anyways, so he had the puppet fight the air, using kicks and punches. "Hmmmm..." Piero decided to be a bit funny. He had the the puppet pick up a log, and pelvic thrusts upon it. Maverick smiled and slightly closed his eyes. This was outright hilarious. He then couldn't help but feel a little sad. Ever since he was little, making and approving upon Puppets for the members of his clan, he had dreamt and planned to create a special puppet suited to his needs. He made small figurines of it, tweaking, reworking the anesthetics. Piero continued to work his magic with the dummy puppet. Sometimes he wished he was born in Suna, renown for their deadly puppets, and artistic styles. The king of it made him realize Suna would have been a much better place to start than the Land of Water.

After a few more bouts of this, he relented. It was time to start designing the puppet. He had done this many times but it was time to work out the mechanics. He took a brief moment to look at his surroundings. Piero found this island by accident, rowing down the strongest and thickest of the fog the Land of Water has to offer, ending up in this three hundred meter radius island. Its nice and quiet. Maybe I van make this a permanent place. If I can remember where to find it. Piero picked up a large piece of construction paper. He placed it on the stump, sliding all of his figures out of the way. He picked up a pen, and started thinking. He drew the face. It would have a pretty nice smile on it. A weird little headpiece would make a good edition. A humanoid form came to life on his paper. A nice coat for some good looks. Piero would than come to the fun part. The weapons.

Piero snapped out of his trance to see a man get up after hearing a loud thud....
"......well nice of you to drop in, stranger....
464 WC E~E2 Endurance

"......well nice of you to drop in, stranger....”

Burittsu himself was on the path long after he dropped out of the tree but male seemed to recognize him giving a sigh he wanted to avoid all possible outcomes but it had been sometime. Since he seen another living being probably he was different from the others or maybe even crazier due to the fact he was seen playing with toys. Coming to a stop it seemed rude of him to walk away after being noticed and the male had the respect enough to consider him being alive. Turning around on the trail he took his nice stroll and turned it into an event into meeting yet again someone he probably won’t ever see again in his life or if he did he would most likely try to kill him. The future was full of things that could happen but meeting one person a day will only seal his fate when the day does come that he must cross the line. Cracking his neck as he got closer to the male watching him closely he seemed completely different from any other Kiri shinobi he seen before. On the floor was a toy not any regular toy it seemed this one was newly crafted as the features on it seemed human like to the very end both of them had their own traits and unique characteristics. In his hand was something completely different a piece of paper and a drawing of some sort he didn’t know this was some sort of artist and a builder by the looks of it.

“Well what do we have here? A artist and builder interesting.”

Gazing closer at the male he tried to make him out but as it was before the male just simply dressed and had a different sensation coming out of him unlike the usual shinobi that resided in the land. He seemed to have something the rest lacked as if the drawings and toys were his calling he looked to be at peace but Burittsu wasn’t the judge of that it would all depended on the male himself. The drawings enough resembled clothing and weapons did this guy make weapons for the enemies or was this for his own pleasure. It did not matter to Burittsu but when it came to finding out who continued to send smugglers and other vile people into the border of the country they did seem to grow annoying. Coming back to back as if it was some sort of show on the streets appearing once every week on the same time just every time the street performers would do something different and spectacular than last time.

“Pleasure to meet you Stranger..I am Burittsu Yuki.. Who are you? And by the looks of your concentration you seem to be enjoying the silence as much as me out here on these islands. Far from everyone and everything that considered on making noise on a daily basis you sometimes forget that outside of the walls was nature. A beautiful place full of wildlife and peaceful yet amazing sights to see.”

A faint smirk appeared on his face as he looked around he only had thoughts if the man could actually be of used to him in the future he did look younger than Burittsu but most likely had something up his sleeve. Just like every other shinobi something of unique possibilities to make them stand out from the rest even Burittsu himself believed he has one. Somewhere hidden deep inside of him waiting to be unlocked and used to its true potential well he could only hope. Burittsu knew why he was out here so he only attempted to engage in conversation so he could kill his boredom and find out more about this shinobi getting to him talk or anything else to let him know who he was actually talking too.

Gazing into the sky as it once more reminded him of when times were easy before he had to investigate every little thing he used to recall going on missions inside of the village. Helping out the guards at the gate or the teachers in class it was all so easy in those times now things have changed. Basically living out in the wilderness to get a peace of mind from everyone and the noise of the village at night or day time. Felt like the village never actually slept always working and working as if there was a debt to be paid sighing he missed how life was as he stretched out his legs. Time was running and it was not going to stop for him or anyone else things in the village were changing day by day and the people were changing with it Burittsu seemed to be falling under the category also.

Not the way everyone else seemed to be as they each did their all to protect and preserve the peace he never saw it like that from his point of view. He was always going to see the bigger picture in life a picture that only some would see and others would be puzzled by even looking at it. If Genbu was still alive he always wondered what he type of valuable lesson he would speak of. Burittsu to help him get his head together something to make him see the light of hope but also remind him of what is best to do. Shifting his focus back onto the male he looked at him closely wondering if he had goals of his own and was willing to cross that very line to see them come true. But it was a risky question to provide to a stranger he just met crossing his feet as he sat up straight cracking his shoulders. He only sat in silence enjoying the occasional breeze coming from mother nature herself that gave him a soothing feeling upon his skin cutting through his hair forcing it flow one direction.

“Tell me do you have any goals you wish to see accomplished before you die?”

WC:1018

The man in front of him was slightly off putting, with him looking at Piero seemingly intensely. He turned away from him to look at the puppet he had made. He threw the puppet to the side, and looked in his bag. And pulled out his two toy samurai, one larger in heavier armor, painted in black, and a kanabo. The other is slender and white. Piero remembered the day he first made these two rivals. They were almost identical besides color, and after having them face each other from time to, he had them both refined and specialized. Piero caught the stranger looking at his newly made sculptures, appearing to have, an impressed look. His ego began to, swell a little. 


As he said nothing to the man, he looked over his shoulder. He could see a silhouette. It appears to be a mountain of sorts. No it couldn't possibly be a mountain. It was getting bigger. And suddenly it stopped. “Look! We have house guests.” Piero pointed to the image. Without paying attention to the other man, Piero climbed up a tree. He waited for them. He watched the strange man slip into the bushes. Piero saw three men walk into the woods. They looked rugged, and one carrying a large chest. One was tall, and unbelievably slender, wearing a long coat, with a design of flames from the bottom. The other was much shorter, yet extreme muscular, wearing the same thing as his companions, and another was of medium height, and of great girth…putting it nicely to say that he was fat. Piero watched them curiously, pulling the huge chest their huge chest. 

The short muscular one created the snake hand seal on the chest. “Earth Style! Earth Tomb Jutsu!” The chest quickly sank underground, as if it was never there in the first place. That's it fellas. We are rich.” The tall one sat down on the ground, looking exhausted yet satisfied. “We robbed so many people. Well done boys.” The fat pulled out what seemed to be a chocolate candy bar. The slender man slapped it out of his hand. “You KNOW you shouldn't be eating that, you fat ass.”
“I can eat what I want, you anorexic bitch!”
The muscular one stood up. “Cool it you tw-” Something had caught his eye. He walked towards the stump Piero had his small statues. “The hell…”
The look on his face almost made Piero burst out in laughter. That was usually people's first action when they caught a glimpse of his works of art. “Someone was here….someone screwed up in the head.” They all looked around and looked around. They were rattled and spooked. Piero was debating whether he should attack or not, just for the fun of it. It would be suicidal, because if his minimal fighting experience, but he was known to have a death wish.

With what seemed to be people in front of him as he rest in the bush he only watched them closely it was three one seeming to be the captain, the fat one must have been the chef too since his love for food was so much it disgusted the others, and lastly the skinny one. Which seemed to have a figure of a female but was indeed a male it reminded him of Yasou he wished the three would stop arguing but the buried treasure in front of him was enough to do the job. With a full confession Burittsu had enough standing up with his blue eyes locking on all three targets as the captain seemed to be intrigued in the doll that was made removing himself out of the bush in a loud fashion it was good enough to catch their attention. His expression was vague and unamused as it seemed these riches that were buried wasn’t even riches just the junk of people. If they were real with what they’ve done they wouldn't go to the trouble of hiding it they probably never killed anyone in their life well it was amusing as they looked at him but his attention was focused on on where they buried the treasure. He thought about it actually as he just didn’t even care about these lousy bandits they would all meet the same fate like the smugglers and those before them.

Death awaited but for now he did feel bad for the people who were robbed by such crummy individuals the dirt where the treasure was buried was soft easy enough to retrieve anytime of day. Cracking his neck Burittsu knew they wouldn’t simply just hand it over to him the captain of the group placed it down there he was the only one that deserved to live. The fat and skinny one on the other hand they would be the cause of justice dealt by the hand of Burittsu and if lucky the stranger he just met but what would stop the stranger from taking the treasure for himself. Well if he did he would be treated like these scum death awaited him too his only goal right now was to give passage to these poor souls and allow them to judged by the gods. For the treasure itself it would be returned back to the people of the land restoring their fate into the shinobi who knows how many people they stole from but it didn’t matter to the shinobi. As long as the land was being protected and everything was done right and swiftly there would be no need for anything unexpected to occur raising his right hand into the air. He continued to eye down the pirates as his hand was quickly consumed and covered by ice itself as the clawed extended out Burittsu only gave a tiny grin as he began to take a step towards the team of bandits.


So lousy but so unwilling to actually fight an opponent at this rate if he kept killing with the one ability he had hope it would gain him some respect being known for the ice claws. To his surprise the fat and skinny one cut him off halfway through his steps stopping him from reaching the captain well it was admirable to stand and be loyal to the person that led them down this miserable path. With the grin upon his face he was sure to kill the captain slowly than the rest for twisting and corrupting the minds of the idiots who stood before him. Burittsu insisted on walking forward only to be greeted by a frontal attack from the two the fat one threw a fist on his right side as the skinny one seemed to think a kick would be effective on the left side. It only took one move as he jabbed his claw against the fist of the bandit quickly shredding through his skin freezing his tissue and muscles rending his arm completely useless if he wanted to live he had to remove it himself. As the kick came it was quickly knocked down by a kick of his down sending it flying the opposite direction hard enough to break his leg it was all part of the plan to let them suffer for that they did. One was slowly dying to the cold like virus freezing his nerve endings and destroying his muscle and tissue the other had a broken leg and wouldn’t be walking any time soon. With full attention now on the captain he only began to walk towards him getting ever so closely seeing and smelling the fear out of him it was disgusting and for a guy like him women like to be in fear. Of only one mere guy who got lucky and knew what he was doing he should have been ashamed he didn’t even try to move as Burittsu got closer grabbing the man by his clothing tossing him between his two followers. It didn’t take time as the area grew quiet the fat one was already dead due he was moving and squirming about like a mad man which indeed cause the virus to spread faster.

As he skin turned blue and he remained in a frozen like state holding his arm with his mouth wide open hollering from the pain as for the skinny one he didn’t move a muscle remaining on the ground taking in all the damaged, and brutalizing pain. The captain only had to do one job and that was to obey the rules of Burittsu or end up dying worse than the fat one did plunging his ice claw underneath the boot of the bandit piercing through it and ripping the flesh of underneath his feet. He chuckled only a little as the same fate was now in front of the captain slowly freezing his foot and soon to work its way up slowly and painfully up his leg and spread across killing him. Not a quick death but it was painful as in a mere shake of his hand the claw began to melt away from his skin dripping off.

“The treasure.. Now or I won’t be able to cure you.. The choice is yours..”

The downfall of the bandit was that there was no cure Burittsu never thought of making one and he need not to the pain was all they deserved for living that type of life. And that type of life only had one way out through his eyes a painful long lasting death it was shameful that that the fat one couldn’t have the last bite of chocolate before passing it would have a been a bitter but sweet death in a way. As for the skinny one he remained motionless his time would come to die whenever Burittsu saw fit giving a fierce kick at the rib of the captain he only urged him on to clap his hands together releasing the treasure as it slowly came up from the ground. Allowing Burittsu to grab it and carry it out.

“You can kill them now stranger.. If that is your thing the treasure belongs to the people of this nation I will not leave till these two are dead.. So make your choice and get out of the tree..”

WC:1230

Piero watched in glee as the three idiots argued with one another, unaware of both he and both the stranger spying. He found them to be very entertaining. But, the stranger, made his presence known. He felt the tension in the air, as a fight was on the horizon. The fat and skinny one decided to do a cheap move, Mr. Fatass threw a first punch, and Bones decided to kick him. He knew they were weak compared to the Stranger, as he retaliated with a by having his claws made of ice perice the fist of the bandit, ripping and breaking his hand. Piero couldn’t help but laugh a little, as he screamed in unimaginable horror and dread. Something odd happened, as he watched as some of Mr. Fatass’s skin became frozen, and spreaded to his entire arm. So this is the power of the Yuki…” he whispered, intrigued by the strange jutsu. That wasn’t the end of it, as it appeared the Stranger was pretty good at multitasking. The Stranger, while retaliating with an Ice Claw Jutsu (whatever the hell it was called), he also pushed back Bones’s kick with a kick of his own, forcing it down into the offender’s leg, smashing it. Now it was time for Muscles. For some particular reason, Burits didn’t like Muscles very much. Muscles backed away, the look of dread on his face gave Piero the chuckles. He was sure as hell about to be in a whole other world of pain. Piero looked over to Fatass. He was dead. The cold spread throughout his entire body, and he was now stuck in a permanent look of holding his arm, and his mouth wide open, a scream that would never be heard again. Buriittsu chuckled as Piero did. He must have enjoyed doing all of that as much as Piero enjoyed watching. His ice claws melted.

“The treasure...now or I won’t be able to cure you...the choice is yours…”

Muscles gave up. Insult to injury, his crotch area grew a large dark spot on it. Burits took the treasure, and began to haul it off.

“You can kill them now stranger...if that is your thing. The treasure belongs to the people of this nation, I will not leave till these two are dead...So make your choice and get out of the tree…”

Oh what a damned party pooper. Piero hopped out of his tree, and landed on the ground. He looked at everyone, and smiled. Hi...Piero at your service.

His name was Piero such a weird name but it had seem he couldn’t stand still and really observe the male reaching into the trunk pulling out some gold he threw a couple bits at the strange man. Before lifting up the trunk and placing it on his shoulder he only looked at the male and began to wonder if he would actually follow through with the killing of the two. If he didn’t he would have to simply kill him and the others just in case if he is truly an enemy only out in the village to spy or look for another innocent victim to kill. Rubbing his chin he only could guess that the male was easy to persuade and he hoped the gold did the job but it was time for him to head back to the people who were missing their treasure. They did need it to live off of and go out to buy food and clothing for the next generation to come in mere moments he began to walk off with the chest. Heading off towards the water walking on the surface with ease as he carried the chest off disappearing without even saying a respectful good bye if he was an enemy he would only hope his mission would be to find and kill him. To get rid of the threat instantly that haunts his mind.

“Humans.. All greedy even me..”

WC: 239
Total WC: 3,521
~Exit Thread ~

Piero watched the man walk away. It was a shame. In all honesty, with  bright smile on his face this was very much out of character for him. He was never one to openly seek someone to kill. They were already down...but then he just remembered. They are thieves. ”Well it looks like we have here a few bandits. One is dead, one has a shattered leg, but worst of all one just pissed his pants.” Muscles said nothing. He just backed away slowly, walking awkward on the account of his pissed pants. ”Leaving so soon? But I haven’t had my fun yet.” Piero pulled out a Kunai and threw it at Muscle's angle. It ripped through his foot, and came out of the other side of his heel. He screamed in unimaginable pain, falling to the ground. He rolled around, eyes wide and in shock at his leg. Bones woke up, and was wary. He rubbed his leg, it still being in pain with it shattered in many many places. ”Hey you go back to sleep! Piero spat up a bunch of blood from his mouth. It formed, grew and took the form of three wolves. They ran over to him, and started to rip him apart, biting at his legs. Piero watched as they bit off his skin, one even sucked out his eyeball. His screams were more intense as he was witnessing himself being eaten alive.Piero smiled. He turned to Muscles. He just looked up in shock at the Chi, as the clear sounds of screaming could be heard from behind him. Piero took out another Kunai, and sat on his chest. ”So you’re a pirate?
“Please just let me g-
”Hey hey now. You need to hold your TONGUE!” Piero grabbed his tongue with his fingers, took his Kunai, and cleanly cut it off.  As he screamed and shook his head around, the blood sprayed across Piero’s face. He didn’t mind this. Not one bit. Piero took the Kunai out of his ankle, and stabbed it over and over and over again, relishing in his screams, his failed attempts to push him off. His unanswered pleads. Piero breathed heavily. He wasn’t sure how long Bones had been dead. His carcass was a husk, filled with exposed bones. Piero oddly found the site to be quite hilarious, and spontaneously started laughing, and went on the stab repeatedly at his other ankle, his screams intensifies, before coming clean off...as clean as clean could get of course. After hours of taunting and insults, and pleads for an end, Piero had already cut off his hands. Piero got on his dinghy and rowed away. His work here was done

[Exit]
WC 458