His Teachings C-Rank:

Makoto got ready for a new day, he was to help escort three wise men on some pilgrimage of sorts. However being a genin he was required to have a partner and so he would be meeting with his first mission partner as he waited patiently at the meeting point while the three priests just seemed to be preeching about the ways of Hastur, about the glory of the Hidden Cloud Village and the great nations would have to learn of the greatness that is Hastur as none of this made any sense at all.

Makoto began to wonder if all this preaching ever ended with a discussion on the great arts of jutsu and their foundations as the most beautiful art form ever created by man. Shinobi were not tools of destruction, they were artists of creation whether it be an art that never changes to an art that explodes in front of your face like an abstract reality awakened.

Makoto finally looked towards the one who would be his partner for this mission and simply waved at the stranger, as he got his tanto positioned horizontally behind him and got his five shurikens and three kunai ready as he knew he would not be able to deal with any major threats if he did not have a partner who was probably much stronger then him.

"I am Makoto, let's do our best with the mission", not having very good social skills he just greeted and went straight to the point of giving his best wishes and preparing for them to make their way towards their destination.

Words = 269

Maikeru put on his white Oni mask, ready to begin. He had been posing as a Ninja from Kumo. With the chaos in full sway, it wasn’t like anyone would care to notice. He read through the mission scroll and saw that he had to go and escort some Priests to another camp. Maikeru cringed hard when he read, “Priests of the Church of Hastur.” It made him sick to his stomach how so many others could blindly follow someone who believed they were a god simply because of their power. If people worked hard enough, then they too could become a “God”. He simply sighed and waited for his briefing.

He was happy to go on this personal mission. He could see the actual inside of Kumogakure. All it took was robbing a newly dead Kumo corpse of his clothing that fit really really well on Maikeru. When a shinobi walked up to Maikeru he kept it very blunt. “You read the scroll.” Maikeru nodded. “You know what to do?” He nodded again. “Now go do it.” Maikeru was then approached by another Shinobi. “I am Makato, let’s do our best on this mission.” Maikeru nodded, and went off to find the priests. He wanted to keep his interactions with people to the very minimum. He only needed to see what Kumo was like, not make friends. When Maikeru found, very very very surprisingly you men, they were talking amongst themselves. They seemed highly posh and definitely of the wealthier type. The taller one of them was the first to speak. “Well hello there. It is nice to meet you both. I am happy the sent such fine shinobi to guard as, the speakers of the Word of Hastur.” All Maikeru did was nod, his pained expression hidden behind the mask. He really felt a strong need to punch the guy in the face. The Aura of self importance really pissed him off. Maikeru simply ignored it for now and walked off, leaving the camp with the Priests and Makato.
WC 343

The stranger simply nodded to agree, so they went to greet the priests as they then began moving out and preaching something about Hastur being a god on earth as Makoto wondered if this man or woman knew all jutsu.

Makoto walked alongside the stranger with a mask, he wondered what was hiding behind that mask as he was not sure if the man could even see him as he then looked ahead of him. Makoto began looking all around him as he was feeling a bit bored as he stretched his arms up and to the side as they walked. The priests kept saying a bunch of words that sounded like a bunch of bla bla bla and wan wan, with a random hastur tossed in every single sentence nearly. It began to sound to Makoto that they were just speaking in hastur's as he noticed something and jumped in front of the priests to stop them.

Appearing from the front was about four or five people as he decided to think fast and created five clones to match their numbers. As all five Makoto's stood ready to fight as the men seemed to just be standing there as a decoy, meanwhile two others were lurking in the shadows that Makoto did not notice as he stood in the main group with the five clones ready to collide with each of the bandits that stood before them. He decided to trust in the masked man to cover his back if things went wrong.

The bandits had swords and spears, though their quality looked rather lame. Either way this mission was of a higher difficulty then what he had been used to as he prepared himself for this intense battle

Words = 269 + 292 = 561
Chakra = 250 - 15(c-rank jutsu) - 120 = 115/250
Clones 1 - 5 = 24/24 each

Chakra 115/250 Jutsu:

Maikeru looked around. There were about five of them. Five bandits that decided to attack. “You damned Kumo Nin. They look like pretty important people. It'd be a shame if they got kidnapped and sold for ransom.” Maikeru cracked his neck and took out his Smackaroos. He put on the Gauntlets and wiggled his fingers. He loved doing that. Maikeru took a fighting stance. He turned to Makato and gestured his head in their direction, signaling him to go on the offensive. Maikeru jumped at two men with spears, right in between them. Out of reaction, they both attacked at the same time.

Maikeru, under the protection of his Gauntlets, grabbed each spear, and yanked it from their grasp. He turned them so the blades would be facing downward, and stabbed them both into their foot. They both screamed in pain. Maikeru shoved at one, pushing him many meters ahead, removing him from the others to engage him in engage one on one. He had a sword and stated to slash at the Chuunin.

Maikeru deflected each one with his fists, until giving him a kick in the stomach, throwing him forward. He got up, a look of rage and frustration on his face. He stabbed his sword into the ground, and created hand seals. His hands become engulfed in lightning. When he touched his sword, it too become charged with an immense amount of lightning. He started to sway his sword around, with a confidant look on his face. Maikeru simply raised his hand, and then a cone of lightning spewed out, electrifying him a great amount. His bones became visible from the light of the enormous amount of volts he was receiving. When it stopped, he dropped to his knees, dropped his sword, and fell down. Maikeru turned around, and made the snake hand seal, and bunches and bunches of sand covered his body, into the form of a ten foot minotaur. It ran forward, landing a hit on one two one of the bandits that were in his path. The Sand left from his body. Maikeru left the other three to Makato. It shouldn't be difficult, considered he handicapped two of them earlier.

638 WC

The masked guy seemed to put on some weird weapons as he signaled for an attacking catching two of the bandits with spears off guard. Makoto noticing the change in numbers co-ordinated with his clones as they each attacked two on one.

Makoto did not need to think too much as each of the three had a pair of Makoto's to deal with. The first one had a sword as he clashed with the first Makoto clone knocking him back, only to see a follow up second Makoto as the man reacted to hit the other Makoto away, then the previous Makoto charged in again stabbing the man in the side as he yelped preparing to attack that clone only for the other one to come back again as the man managed to parry that only to feel the blade leave his side and stab him in the back as he cried out again. The man lost a grip on his weapon and the last Makoto jumped in stabbing his tanto into the man's throat as the man jumped back to escape, however taking so many attacks he fell over struggling to breathe, even if the cuts were not deep his throat was a weak point he forgot to protect as he coughed up blood.

The second bandit was not quite as inexperienced opting to back away as he swung his sword swiftly from right to left to hold back the two shinobi boys, their strength in numbers had been reduced to nothing but a physical advantage. However they all knew that numbers usually won unless you were an elite of some kind, and elites would not waste time like this. The bandit kept on swinging as the two Makoto's looked to be in agreement they began to flank him as he kept looking from side to side they kept running around him, while he was faster if he did not pay attention something might trip him up. That was when one of the Makoto's threw five shuriken as the man proceeded to knock them back, another five came from the other Makoto hitting the guy in the back as he spun around to attack only to feel something sharp hit into the back of his calf. It was maybe two kunai as the one kunai missed the guy seemed to be upset only for the Makoto who he took his eyes off of tossing several to the guys head as the man felt on hit him in the side of his neck, while the other two fell short hitting him in the shoulder and the side of his chest where the man cried out as it seemed his nipple was cut off.

"You F...." before the man could finish speaking he got a slit to his neck from the back again, followed by a slit from the other end as the two Makoto's laid waste to this man as the one Makoto said. "I wanted to see some cool jutsu, I hope you burn in the fires of some really awesome jutsu in hell" as the other Makoto wanted to laugh as the other clone glared and then both wanted to laugh, but they focused on regrouping with the other two.

The last of the three bandits had a spear as well as the real Makoto signaled without words, simply from their shared thoughts on the situation as Makoto Prime and Makoto Clone Five proceeded to dash towards the spear user who seemed focused as they both threw shuriken, with some rotating from the sides to cut off an escape path and the others directly at the enemy as he deflected all the shuriken that were targeting him to the ground as he reached back it looked like things were dangerous.

They stopped and then used their kunai as decoys as the clone charged in first the spear clashed with his tanto as the real one came to follow up the man parried the clone away and switched to stab as the real Makoto backed away realizing he would lose if it came to an exchange of thrusts with a spear. The clone then through more kunai as the man spun the spear around like a baton as it twirled deflecting all the kunai as the real Makoto picked up a few of the shuriken and through them up into the air as the man turned back to face the real one. He noticed a shadow on the ground, it was really small as he looked up he deflected the shuriken as the two Makoto's dashed in at the same time he quickly jumped back while spinning as the Makoto's pulled away.

It took a while for him to think of a plan with this back and forth stalemate seeming to go nowhere, he did not have the reach to engage while also not having the strength to force his advantage. After some time he noticed the others were finished and then Makoto got behind his clone as his clone prepared a jutsu as the spear user dashed in the clone dodged after completing the jutsu. The real Makoto had used the clone as a foot hold to jump into the air as the spear user was inside the hidden mist he made his way out of the mist only to find the four clones had gathered to cover all the exits as the two clones spotted his one exit as they converged to cut him off by aiming their blades at him as he was distracted he did not notice the threat from above.

Having formed the tiger hand seals in the air the real Makoto fired a barrage of small fireballs as the man got hit in the back, the leg and his head not to mention a few that actually cut the man off from engaging the other two as he fell to his knees having taken at least five direct hits behind him the two clones in front of him swiftly attacked cutting his throat as he felt he was a fool, knowing he was being used simply as bait for the others.

Makoto was not always that quick to react, but it became clear as his own technique seemed to be heading towards the priests as two of the clones just barely intercepted as he pulled back to block the path to the priests as the other two clones had those looks on their faces. They fortunately did not get hit by all the fire balls as some did not seem to be aimed at the priests but landed next to them to try and cut them off from escaping. The two clones had taken some damage, but were still able to stand their as body shields. However it was stupid to waste the two as he wanted his chakra back, but he realized that body shields were important for this mission as he looked to Maikeru as the other one appeared from the side where masked guy was.

Words = 561 + 1183 = 1744
Chakra = 115 - 15(c-rank jutsu) = 100/250
Clones 1 - 4 = 24/24 each
Clone 5 = 14/24

Chakra 100/250:

Watching the two remaining bandits, Maikeru couldn’t waste much time. He had to end them quickly. Created the bird hand seal, and raised his hand, having a cone of lightning shoot out of his hands and fingers, zapping the both continuously. It was an instantaneous shock, that severely burnt them. They both fell to the ground. Maikeru wasn’t sure if they were dead, so to be sure, he hit them again. “They should be dead now.”

“Hey...you have been killin my boys? Tsk tsk. Looks like I gotta put ya out of commision.” Maikeru looked up and saw that there was a very large man standing before him with an equally large hammer. Maikeru turned towards Makoto and the three Priests. “Go. All of you. I’ll take care of this. Make sure you get them to the camp safe, it can’t be too far from here.”

Maikeru cracked his knuckles and came sped forward to give an attack. He jumped into the air, knuckles coming down on his opponent. The opponent swung, but the hammer was large and powerful, but extremely slow. Maikeru jumped into the air, avoiding it’s attack. But as he began to land on his feet, he found that he was spinning, hammer coming again for a second time. He was hit hard, and tossed into the air. Maikeru felt like a rag doll being violently shaken by a child. He landed and rolled on the ground. The world look like it was spinning. When Maikeru opened his eyes, He saw that the hammer was was coming down on him again. Maikeru rolled out of the way, shaking the ground below him. He stumbled to his feet, taking his fighting stance once again. “You’re pretty tuff. Shrugging that off.”  Maikeru didn’t say anything, he just stood there, remembering that he had to stay silent.

“Don’t talk much...well...I don’t need you to talk to pound you into a tiny cube.” He spun around, and brought the hammer down to the earth once. When he did, spikes from the earth erupted. Maikeru rolled to the side, and ran forward, seeing the opportunity of the slow hammer. He rubbed his iron gauntlet covered hands together, creating a raiton charge, covering them with lightning. Maikeru punched at his ribs, then his large gut. The man merely groaned from the attacks, not being damaged too much. Realizing this quickly, he backed away quickly, to get a gaze at the man. He rubbed his belly, smiling. “Nice try kid...gonna have to do better than that.” He pat his belly once again, then started to swing his hammer. He swung left and right, up and down, Maikeru was finding it hard to dodge the attacks.

Maikeru could have ended this man at any moment. He could have killed him. But instead, he would have to rely on his other skills. Maikeru jumped back landing on his hands, barely dodging the hit, and jumping backwards again, landing on his feet. Maikeru made the snake hand seal, and sand from the ground would cover his body once again, turning into the four meter tall Minotaur. He charged forward, but the man yielded his hammer back, and rushed it forward shattering the statue, and hitting Maikeru, throwing him back by ten meters. The world around him looked dazed and hazy. He got on his hands and knees yet again, and finally to his feet. Maikeru had just about had enough of this. Dammit, he’s too strong. If this keeps up, I’m going to have to use explosion style. Maikeru shoved his fists into the ground. He felt his hand move around. Rock became morphed in his hand. He shoved his fist out of the ground, and raised it in his hand. Within it, a large sword, made of sharp edged rock. He felt the lightning within his body charge to the sword, and cracks bagan to branch throughout the sword, lighting spewing out of them. Maikeru lowered the large two handed sword, the blade facing behind him. “Wow, kid. Nice sword.” As he smiled, he held his large hammer by the hande, the blunt hulk on the ground. He lifted tapped it on the ground, and then the hammer spontaneously combusted, covering the entire weapon in flames. Maikeru sighed at how difficult this was beginning to be. He ran forward with as much speed and focus he can muster, watching the man’s move carefully, and swung the sword, as he did his hammer. The two clashed, sparks and flames shooting off in all directions. Maikeru was going on the offense, the man holding the hammer by the handle on front of his chest to block and parry all of his attacks, with a smirk on his face. But Maikeru pressed on, continuing his onslaught. But then, when Maikeru swung again, an overhead slash, the man blocked, and using the weight of his hammer, forced ot to the right, shoving Maikeru away, and disarming him. He raised his hammer again, ready for a decisive strike. “Say good night.” He drove the hammer down. And then, out of reaction, Maikeru felt chakra move from his body, like a wave, and then outward slowly, and then outward fast and violently, turning into a giant explosion. Throwing the man back violently, getting caught into the explosion. The man was thrown back, and hit the ground hard. Maikeru looked at his hands and body, and cursed himself for his own carelessness. Dammit, I had to be more careful. Maikeru saw that his mask wasn’t on his face. He quickly reached down and picked it up, placing back on his face. He had seen all that he needed to see. He went in the direction towards the main camp alone, assuming Makoto will get them there safely.

[Exit]

1623 WC

With the threat eliminated Makoto decided to follow closely behind as the three hastur priests walked between his clones who kept a close vigil while also suffering the lectures on his behalf. The one thing that Makoto knew for certain was that he would never ever go to Kumogakure as long as he can help it, unless this so called god was a god of jutsu. When they finally arrived at the camp he dispersed his clones and just left to go get his reward and be done with this horrible mission

Words = 1744 + 92 = 1836
Chakra = 115 - 15(c-rank jutsu) = 100/250
Clones 1 - 4 = 24/24 each
Clone 5 = 14/24

[Exit]

C-Mission = 1500
Extra Mission Pay 25*3 = 100*3 = 300
Total = 1800

1800 + 1623 = 3423 WC
Passive EP 1