1 Pestilence and an Otter meets a Devil. . .[Mission/NK/Private] Wed Apr 12, 2017 1:36 pm
Daremo
S-rank
Itami mountain. The most famous of the natural land structures dotting across Tsuchi no Kuni's terrain. While not technically within their borders, it is still recognized as a part of Tsuchi no Kuni's territory. Visited on a nearly yearly basis by tourist and adventure seekers, the mountain is infamous for the nearly impossible challenge it presents in reaching the peak for civilians and inexperience shinobi alike. Despite numerous of warning signs posted around about the dangers presented with the climb, they do little to deter seekers of a challenge.
Thanks to this, the number of people who disappear upon their journey to the top is in the hundreds with some speculation saying more. It's not uncommon for three or four people to go missing up there with monthly with many not being found till post-modem, and these are the known cases. For the most part, those unfortunate to die along the climb succumbs to their fate by the hand of nature, the dangers that the mountain present.
However, they are the lucky ones for hiding amongst the peaks there lies a monster, no, a demon in human flesh. A demonic entity who managed to escape hell, having survived the malicious environment with a smile on their demented face. Some say, not even Satan want the being back for it's primal aggression and vileness even made him shiver in fear. A myth, circulated between civilians, those murder by this being have their soul consumed, forever stuck in the beast's belly similar to what the legends spoke the Shinigami did. Thick like molasses, an oppressive killer instinct sticks to everything considered his, making even some of the hardened shinobi involuntarily shake in fear.
So, who is the entity who claimed the mountain as their own? To the civilians, the being is known as Angra Mainyu, a destructive false god with the only purpose is to cause evil and destruction. However, to the shinobi populace, Angra Mainyu is known as Chu-Bu. A prominent member of the criminal council who is in control of all gangs, yakuza, etc. in the region. If anything or anyone is being moved, Chu-Bu would know about it before it can even be packaged. If someone going to be killed, he would know months in advance. Like, many of the council members, he is in the constant know of everything that goes on in the underworld. When not being kept up-to=date with the criminal world, Chu-Bu enjoys one of his favorite pass times. . .
"Disappointment.", a deep baritone voice boomed in the clearing, the taste of evil and vileness being nearly palpable within those words. Beady red eyes seemingly made from the fiery flames of hell, peered down at an Iwa-nin, struggling to stand, with disgust. Towering over the one who dared to challenge him, the owner of said eyes tighten his grip on the massive club, that looking more like a tree trunk, before hefting with practical ease onto his bare shoulder. With a huff, a stream flowed from his nostrils, seemingly furthering scorching the already dry air, they turned around, making their way back to their massive throne built from an unknown material.
Before he could even make it back to his seat, the war cry of the once down shinobi, now running towards him before jumping with tanto drawn and aimed to split his skull, drew his attention. Chu-Bu's free hand lashed out, faster than the shinobi thought possible for a man of this size, seizing the ninja by their face. Dangling a couple of meters off the ground, the shinobi couldn't do anything but struggle into the iron-grip this demon had on them. "Weak.", was the last words the shinobi heard with immense pain followed accompanied by darkness.
Not paying the crumpled heap any mind, Chu-Bu sat on his throne with a scowl presented on his beardy face. Another weakening. Every shinobi who tried to kill him ended up failing. Attempt after attempt, none has managed to best him combat. None of them managed to ignite the thrill that comes with dancing with death. With a roar, Chu-Bu slammed his club onto the ground, causing a crater to form. What does he have to do to find a worthy opponent? He even allowed his location to be leaked for more challenges from Iwa, yet, they have only sent these weaklings! Where are the strong ones that Iwa boosted about? What --- a deep chuckle boomed from the mountain of a man as a thought came to him. Snapping his fingers, three bandits of none importance hurried came into the clear and kneeled at the feet of their commander. "Wake Shinobi-san up. But," he stopped them from doing what he asked, having more to add "I need to send a message. Maybe I should be specific on who I want."
Tossing a rusty kunai at one of the bandit's feet, no words needed to be said, as the bandit went about carving out the message into the unconscious shinobi's arm. With the deed done, the shinobi was violently awoken. "Listen, boss is only letting you live for you to deliver thy message on ya arm.", one bandit spoke with broken english, pulling the Shinobi's arm up to their face so that they could see the 'message'.
"Now you be a good shinobi and make sure ya people get. You understand?", getting a tentative nod from the shinobi, said bandit continued, "Now get! Lets hope ya nevar run into boss again.", the shinobi didn't bother in waiting any longer, disappearing amongst the trees as quickly as possible. They must get back. . .
"Tsuchikage. . ."
It has been some time since someone addressed him by his former title. A titled held for such a short time that he thought many had forgotten about it. Tsuchikage, he remembers the moment the position were bestowed on him. It being around the time of his best friend, Kazu, stepped down and later on defected. It were. . .the thoughts were pushed aside as he focused on the unconscious man before him.
"Give me some room.", spoken like a commander ordering others, the people surrounding him and the injured individual obliged without hesitation. Taking note of every visible wound, the bloodied arm of the unnamed shinobi caught Nanashi's attention. "What the ---", his words were cut short as he wiped the blood away from the limb, ignoring the gasps and seething anger from some around him, he read the words cruely craved into the tan flesh out loud, "Bring me a Sannin. Sincerely, Chu-Bu/Angra Mainyu."
Civilians and shinobi a like knew exactly who the entity where. While the civilians knew about the being through a circling myth and gossip, the shinobi knew the man for his unquenchable thirst for violence. Many of their comrades had fallen at the hands of this demon with only a few surviving only to deliver a message to Iwa about wanting someone stronger. Needless to say, many Iwa-nin had a seething hate for the criminal but, even though unwillingly to admit it, they knew fighting and killing said the man was unthinkable or a daunting task.
Like others, Nanashi knew the man for exactly the same reasons, but also because of another. Before becoming a shinobi, during his time in the criminal underworld, Nanashi heard murmurs of a violent teen rising up through the ranks. A teen holding unparalleled power and ability that made some of the older members wary. The last he heard was the teen managed to kill and successful overthrow one of the council members, something those impossible at the time, taking their place.
"I'm going to heal the majority of their wounds, and bring them out of critical condition.", he spoke, fighting back the urge to wince at the feeling of his chakra circulating through his system, "You two medics. After I'm done, take them to the hospital, and have their condition monitor. Whatever you do, make sure they survive. No family will weep the loss of their child.". Hold the half-tiger sign, green medical chakra covered his hands that were placed on the shinobi's body. Minutes passed as the moderate wounds were healed completely. Without missing a beat, Nanashi activated his Kekkai Genkai, a blue-ish sewing needle made from chakra manifested before eased into the shinobi's body. If one expected blood to come from the penetration than they were solely mistaken. Instead, the chakra construct merged with the flesh, giving the body a greenish tint the majority of the shinobi's wounds were healed. Once sure the shinobi were out of the danger zone, Nanashi allowed his chakra to recede back into him.
Carrying little for the blood, Nanashi stood up as two medic-nins rushed to get, the now healed, shinobi to the hospital for further reevaluation. Looking around at some of the lingering shinobi and civilians, Nanashi spoke, his intention being clear, "Chu-Bu wants a Sannin. So, I will give him what he wants." Getting nods from surrounding shinobis, he began walking away, "You want to come, Otter?", his voice being only low enough for the teen to hear. If the teen decided to tag along matter not to him, Nanashi planned on giving Chu-Bu what he desired. With that in mind, he headed through the gate, towards where the demon resides.
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Thanks to this, the number of people who disappear upon their journey to the top is in the hundreds with some speculation saying more. It's not uncommon for three or four people to go missing up there with monthly with many not being found till post-modem, and these are the known cases. For the most part, those unfortunate to die along the climb succumbs to their fate by the hand of nature, the dangers that the mountain present.
However, they are the lucky ones for hiding amongst the peaks there lies a monster, no, a demon in human flesh. A demonic entity who managed to escape hell, having survived the malicious environment with a smile on their demented face. Some say, not even Satan want the being back for it's primal aggression and vileness even made him shiver in fear. A myth, circulated between civilians, those murder by this being have their soul consumed, forever stuck in the beast's belly similar to what the legends spoke the Shinigami did. Thick like molasses, an oppressive killer instinct sticks to everything considered his, making even some of the hardened shinobi involuntarily shake in fear.
So, who is the entity who claimed the mountain as their own? To the civilians, the being is known as Angra Mainyu, a destructive false god with the only purpose is to cause evil and destruction. However, to the shinobi populace, Angra Mainyu is known as Chu-Bu. A prominent member of the criminal council who is in control of all gangs, yakuza, etc. in the region. If anything or anyone is being moved, Chu-Bu would know about it before it can even be packaged. If someone going to be killed, he would know months in advance. Like, many of the council members, he is in the constant know of everything that goes on in the underworld. When not being kept up-to=date with the criminal world, Chu-Bu enjoys one of his favorite pass times. . .
"Disappointment.", a deep baritone voice boomed in the clearing, the taste of evil and vileness being nearly palpable within those words. Beady red eyes seemingly made from the fiery flames of hell, peered down at an Iwa-nin, struggling to stand, with disgust. Towering over the one who dared to challenge him, the owner of said eyes tighten his grip on the massive club, that looking more like a tree trunk, before hefting with practical ease onto his bare shoulder. With a huff, a stream flowed from his nostrils, seemingly furthering scorching the already dry air, they turned around, making their way back to their massive throne built from an unknown material.
Before he could even make it back to his seat, the war cry of the once down shinobi, now running towards him before jumping with tanto drawn and aimed to split his skull, drew his attention. Chu-Bu's free hand lashed out, faster than the shinobi thought possible for a man of this size, seizing the ninja by their face. Dangling a couple of meters off the ground, the shinobi couldn't do anything but struggle into the iron-grip this demon had on them. "Weak.", was the last words the shinobi heard with immense pain followed accompanied by darkness.
Not paying the crumpled heap any mind, Chu-Bu sat on his throne with a scowl presented on his beardy face. Another weakening. Every shinobi who tried to kill him ended up failing. Attempt after attempt, none has managed to best him combat. None of them managed to ignite the thrill that comes with dancing with death. With a roar, Chu-Bu slammed his club onto the ground, causing a crater to form. What does he have to do to find a worthy opponent? He even allowed his location to be leaked for more challenges from Iwa, yet, they have only sent these weaklings! Where are the strong ones that Iwa boosted about? What --- a deep chuckle boomed from the mountain of a man as a thought came to him. Snapping his fingers, three bandits of none importance hurried came into the clear and kneeled at the feet of their commander. "Wake Shinobi-san up. But," he stopped them from doing what he asked, having more to add "I need to send a message. Maybe I should be specific on who I want."
Tossing a rusty kunai at one of the bandit's feet, no words needed to be said, as the bandit went about carving out the message into the unconscious shinobi's arm. With the deed done, the shinobi was violently awoken. "Listen, boss is only letting you live for you to deliver thy message on ya arm.", one bandit spoke with broken english, pulling the Shinobi's arm up to their face so that they could see the 'message'.
"Now you be a good shinobi and make sure ya people get. You understand?", getting a tentative nod from the shinobi, said bandit continued, "Now get! Lets hope ya nevar run into boss again.", the shinobi didn't bother in waiting any longer, disappearing amongst the trees as quickly as possible. They must get back. . .
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"Tsuchikage. . ."
It has been some time since someone addressed him by his former title. A titled held for such a short time that he thought many had forgotten about it. Tsuchikage, he remembers the moment the position were bestowed on him. It being around the time of his best friend, Kazu, stepped down and later on defected. It were. . .the thoughts were pushed aside as he focused on the unconscious man before him.
"Give me some room.", spoken like a commander ordering others, the people surrounding him and the injured individual obliged without hesitation. Taking note of every visible wound, the bloodied arm of the unnamed shinobi caught Nanashi's attention. "What the ---", his words were cut short as he wiped the blood away from the limb, ignoring the gasps and seething anger from some around him, he read the words cruely craved into the tan flesh out loud, "Bring me a Sannin. Sincerely, Chu-Bu/Angra Mainyu."
Civilians and shinobi a like knew exactly who the entity where. While the civilians knew about the being through a circling myth and gossip, the shinobi knew the man for his unquenchable thirst for violence. Many of their comrades had fallen at the hands of this demon with only a few surviving only to deliver a message to Iwa about wanting someone stronger. Needless to say, many Iwa-nin had a seething hate for the criminal but, even though unwillingly to admit it, they knew fighting and killing said the man was unthinkable or a daunting task.
Like others, Nanashi knew the man for exactly the same reasons, but also because of another. Before becoming a shinobi, during his time in the criminal underworld, Nanashi heard murmurs of a violent teen rising up through the ranks. A teen holding unparalleled power and ability that made some of the older members wary. The last he heard was the teen managed to kill and successful overthrow one of the council members, something those impossible at the time, taking their place.
"I'm going to heal the majority of their wounds, and bring them out of critical condition.", he spoke, fighting back the urge to wince at the feeling of his chakra circulating through his system, "You two medics. After I'm done, take them to the hospital, and have their condition monitor. Whatever you do, make sure they survive. No family will weep the loss of their child.". Hold the half-tiger sign, green medical chakra covered his hands that were placed on the shinobi's body. Minutes passed as the moderate wounds were healed completely. Without missing a beat, Nanashi activated his Kekkai Genkai, a blue-ish sewing needle made from chakra manifested before eased into the shinobi's body. If one expected blood to come from the penetration than they were solely mistaken. Instead, the chakra construct merged with the flesh, giving the body a greenish tint the majority of the shinobi's wounds were healed. Once sure the shinobi were out of the danger zone, Nanashi allowed his chakra to recede back into him.
Carrying little for the blood, Nanashi stood up as two medic-nins rushed to get, the now healed, shinobi to the hospital for further reevaluation. Looking around at some of the lingering shinobi and civilians, Nanashi spoke, his intention being clear, "Chu-Bu wants a Sannin. So, I will give him what he wants." Getting nods from surrounding shinobis, he began walking away, "You want to come, Otter?", his voice being only low enough for the teen to hear. If the teen decided to tag along matter not to him, Nanashi planned on giving Chu-Bu what he desired. With that in mind, he headed through the gate, towards where the demon resides.
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