Dear Cazan Yanagi, I Kakio and Ningen have found a way to cure your clan based blindess. We are both skilled and able users of medical jutsus and would love to test the procedure out. Kikisu wrote the letter to the man his sensei had told him about, it was time for his final test as a puppeteer, since he was a chuunin she felt no qualms about a test of this magnitude.
Kiki sat on his chair and sealed the letter, he was learning some more and more forbidden secrets of the puppet masters. His master needed materials to teach him more. He sighed to himself as he sent the letter to the man, unmarked and un signed, with fake names and a fake adress.
They hoped that this Cazan would come to the sands domain and try and find him, then he would have his planned talk with him him and his sensei would have a good meeting with him. They had heard of this blind ninja from a few buyers from Iwa that owed him and Ningen a favor, they had informed them of a chuunin level taijutsu master that would come in great use.
He had been given a card showing his powers and he was sure he was stronger then him but he wasnt weak, it was the perfect plan and should be going quite flawlessly.

Jumping jesus how am i supposed to read it He opened a letter sent to him from a group of sand ninjas, who claimed to be medics. He got the message out by getting his feet on the ground, putting the message there and carefully finding where the paper was heavier with the ink. He read the message with moderate glee, the doctors here had told him he was inoperable, so the village of the sand was at least a good idea to check out, if there was any sort of breakthrough for getting him sight he would relish at the chance. He recognized the name Chikamatsu, it was the medic and puppet family from the village of sand, they were said to be great at what they do.
He packed his weapons and set off, the brass kncukles and kunai in his back pouch as he began jogging to the written local on the note, knowing he could find his way there if he had to quite well.He was already jogging now, taking an old route that cut the time in half, due to it being through the mountain tunnels that lead right to the sands, he wasn't afraid since he was able to literally see though rock with his feet. traveling to the area with great haste and speed, guessing the time to be a few hours at most due to his speed training and justo.

Kikisu and his master waited on a hillside dune, both completly garbed in turban cloths. As they awaiting the man for their meeting they spoke no words, as one of his lessons was to practice patience above all else, the brash were the ones who died. They sat, Kikisu with all of his puppets, some sealed some rolled onto his back, his new puppet sat open behind him, belly open for if and when he needed it. He was so happy that he learned the workings of this new puppet, he had named it Harataiko, or the Fatman.
As he sat he saw the red haired man jogging into view, and it was true he was blind but he walked with the ease of a man with perfect eyes, with a band tied around his face and the stream of red hair flying behind him as he ran, he felt bad for a moment about the deceiving but he knew deep down this was the only way to further himself as a true puppet master. He knew it deep down and had finally stopped denying it.

Cazan ran into the clearing, propping the ground for anyone, his feet finding a small group of things. He knew they were definitely humanoids, though some didnt move like humans. 2 of them moved like humans and the others stood or lay still he took them as marionettes.
The puppet styles were common in these parts for tools, unlike his land where puppets were nearly unknown if seen at all, mostly for him of course.
He rushed forwards to the people, calling out asking if they were the ones he was looking for to see about his eyes, his voice rang through the heavy winds of the dunes. He kept walking up the dune towards the people, noticing that one was a woman at least in stature, and the other was a lithe man with an odd sort of bundle on his back.
Greetings, names Cazan Yanagi. Hot as hell out here eh?

Kikisu was past the point of no return now, he hoped the attack felled him in one swoop, not wanting to get along in a long bout with questions and begging.
He readied Harataiko, the large puppet coming to life Kikisu slid into the puppet and closed the wooden drum belly, slapping it shut with a Boom! Boom! Boom! He lauched the puppet down the dune, jumping with a resounding bang onto the ground, landing in front of this Cazan.
Hello Cazan yanagi I am the Dune Puppeteer Kiki The voice was much deeper as he talked out the resonance chamber making the voice deep and gravel like. The puppet was moving parts slowly as he talked, getting the mouth water cannon set and ready. He set the cannon to thin and sharp for its fire mode, As well he kept his strings on a few more puppets, Kawaii and Infant flanked him.
Quite sorry the cure to your problem first involves your death Cazan ol' friend. With that he Shot the beam of water as the two puppet attacked, infant with its claws and teeth and Kawaii with the razor hair.

Cazan saw the attack coming, very angry at the betrayal of trust but not fully surprised, he was no child nor a genin he was a fully fledged ninja of the Iwa. The puppets were easy to see coming he had them on the ground, he pulled out his brass knuckles and blocked the claw attacks with a twist of his two knuckles, as he spun around in the air sent a kick into the face of the other puppet, he felt his feet tear up as he sent the puppet flying through the air from his spinning kick.
The problem was, mainly that Cazan wasnt able to see things that were not touching the ground, mainly things like beams of water. The beam of water caught him in the abdomen, instead of sending him flying it pierced right through, chipping his ribs and tearing a whole right through his liver. He felt the sharp pain shoot into him as he landed doing a 360 kick to the any attackers coming his way.
He formed a handful of spiraling fuuton spheres, tossing them at all the puppets around him, hoping to destroy them so he could get a minute to think.

His water shot fired off, the tank was now empty. But it had done its job, the sniper was a good setting and was near lethal at this range, he had pierced the mans liver, he remembered being told that he had to keep the body mainly intact, the man was in a defense pose and waiting for him to attack.
Kikisu had a dance just for this, adding harataiko made this an all new tango, first he had the infant shoot its teeth at him, using the blindness against him, then sending a whipper sniper of a kawaii at his throat, spinning crazily.
At the same time he shot Harataiko forwards, sending a double fisted uppercut to the open liver wound, going at his fastest speed in a three way attack. He noticed the dodging from last time and made sure the puppet flew a few inches above the ground, making sure not to even so much scrape the ground to mess with the blindness. This combo if a hit should finish the job, a quick fight for a dirty job.

He had a lock on all of them, then suddenly his field of vision went black, he brought his arms up but there was no way to block it fully. He knew not where they were, and he was doing the best he could to block.

it wasnt enough, the teeth shot into his neck and shoulder, the wire hair whipped into his face and neck, making the wound heavier then it already was. And with a burst of pain he was sent hurdling through the air with a shot to his liver. He went through the air with a stream of blood shooting from his mouth. As he lay on the ground he knew his end was coming fast, he didnt weep nor scream, his face stoic and happy this was the life of a shinobi...he just hoped someone found him and buried him in a nice grave. The Hurricane of the Iwa was over, the springtime of youth was done. Skipping autuum and going to winter right away.

The deed was done, the moment he fell and closed his eyes kikisu and his sensei ran to the body.
Ningen made a group of handsigns, the body taking on a dull glow and began to have an almost wooden appearance, the smell of it was of perserve. Ningen was showing kikisu each step, she sealed the body in his scroll, making sure there was no trace that there even was a battle here,
Let us go kikisu san we must begin the transformation immediately this will take some work this isnt some puppet

They grabbed the puppets and made a hasty retreat on a large snake puppet of hers, going at an incredible speed, the winds of a storm hiding their traces, the letters burned as well this man would just fall off the grid no proof he was ever there and no worries. They were in and out within a few minutes, to make his first puppet.
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