He swore he would never come back to these types of missions but they continued to return to the forest they were a waste of space but by now his face was known for taking these types of missions. The thrill itself of killing and torturing these smugglers for his own needs seemed to bring him back like a drug in his systems like always he found himself looking down at the group of the smugglers. They all surrounded the fire each scared as the smell of blood corrupted the air of the forest their comrades came in but were never seen again these smugglers were scared of whatever they thought that was killing their comrades. What they didn’t know this beast always enjoyed a good hunt sitting in the darkness with his anbu gear on and the dog mask covering his face his blue eyes studied each individual. Scared each and everyone of them playing with them would be no fun sliding on his black gloves he was ready for a slaughter but before that he actually thought to himself if he allowed them to live would they warn the remaining.

“Mhmm..”

Looking at them they were scared for their life paranoid to the point of no return it was funny but it was also a bit tedious wondering when they would just simply get up and leave and actually be the first to return period. Clapping his hands together and forming several handsigns as he blowed out a series of bubbles fused with his saliva and chakra about six bubbles in total the number of smugglers was about five. These five would be in for a ride of their life as Burittsu decided that playing with them would be more fun instead of slaughtering them all like always he did enjoy the hunt after all. The bubbles began to float down below as it quickly caught the attention of the smugglers each of them scared but motionless was this due to the fright or were they simply stupid. It didn’t matter to Burittsu as the bubbles began to expand one by one and quickly exploding leaving a loud and hard snapping sound in its wake. Causing the smugglers to temporarily lose their hearing licking his lips underneath his mask the blood lust was growing out of control.

Leaping down from the tree landing behind a smuggler he quickly grabbed his head twisting it in a hundred eighty degree fashion snapping and killing the man instantly as the others continued to hold their ears. Their pain was probably incredible but they were not blind they watched their comrade die from the hands of the beast himself the one who killed their loved ones to them they could have been their brothers, fathers, or uncles. To Burittsu they were all prey here for one reason to be served justice and that is what he loved about this mission the most as it played through his head on how he couldn’t save one person. Killing people like these individuals meant that he saved lives on a daily basis instead of leaving these smugglers unchecked. Smiling he looked down at his hands with nothing but relief he felt as his true self every time blood was shed he enjoyed a good battle but these smugglers were nothing but a sample. Cracking his neck he needed more to make his blood lust go away and he could only find one way to do it this fateful night they should be honored to die from his hand from his point of view he was a saviour to the people stopping these smugglers from coming in and taking what they want.

“Hahaha..Don’t be afraid..”

By now their hearing should have returned by the looks on their faces each of them were scared to a point of no return taking a step forward they all began to scoot back slowly and slowly ready to run but Burittsu knew that from the bottom of his heart. His body would move to intercept the prey taking them down one by one or all at once killing them underneath a cold hell as their lungs could easily be crushed in a matter of seconds. Concentrating on the chakra of his gloves he used them as a start up quickly encasing his hands underneath ice forming claws each sharpened to a point. By then the smugglers started to stand up each running into the forest like a herd of cattle all scared tripping over themselves trying to run back onto the boats from which they came from. Sighing to himself as he quickly dashed after the group instead of running on the ground he leapt into the darkness of the trees traveling branch to branch only four smugglers remained and soon it would be zero.

“I love a good chase. Run..RUN!”

He caught up to the group in a couple of seconds quickly pouncing out of the tree line with both claws pointed out forehead aiming for any two smugglers he could get as it seemed he could only hit the two that were falling behind. His laugh carried over through the darkness as the screams of the smugglers followed startling the wildlife before being silenced each with a hole in their chest and some ice fragments left behind their hearts were torn out and frozen. A suitable death for those who dared to run from Burittsu when he was hunting cracking his neck the last two were already ahead of him. Running with nothing but fear as their engine it fueled them to the point that they probably thought they were going to get away as Burittsu stood on the path gazing. Before he let out a slight chuckle quickly darting on the pathway arms moving up and down he was hunting for more prey and he was willing to let them think they gotten away but indeed he needed to hurry the smell of the blood was growing weaker quickly being replaced by the smell of the sea.

“You all will die with your fellow smugglers on this land no one is a prisoner you all meet death and death will greet you after you see me!”

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They ran to the point even Burittsu couldn’t see their location but he could indeed smell the scent of the sea if he was in their situation he’d go for the boat also in an attempt to retreat and make it back home. Chasing the smugglers was like playing a game of tag when he found one he was scared to death not wanting to feel the cold touch of Burittsu to them it was probably like meeting death himself. Without the extra clothing and weapon he could only imagine from their point of view seeing a man with claws made of ice that pierces and destroys flesh, bones, and muscle. To them he was the monster of the forest if the name was available he would even dare to call himself the Monster of the Hidden Mist. That nickname would indeed put a smile on his face but somewhere on the ranking system someone was probably owned that nickname and using it to its full use. Well it was only another dream of being great in a village like this he was on his path now it was time for him to take full advantage of the situation and claim it for his own. Quickly dashing on the path he quickly cut through the forest as the bright light of the moon shined brightly leading him towards the exit.

“Mhm..”

Leaping out into the open he could only see what a boat already on its way back to wherever it came from but that wouldn’t stop a true shinobi Burittsu only sped up his speed quickly running from land to the surface of the water. Catching up to the vessel even if it barely did take off it was still running slow giving him a chance to leap on the back and jumping on deck causing a loud thump to echo on the boat. Looking around as the top of the deck was empty but a hatch that led deeper into the deck seemed to be open. Now any average shinobi would venture down there but Burittsu wasn’t an average shinobi he had no time for traps or even getting injured down below there the boat was on it’s path and it was time for him to end this little game of cat and mouse. Clapping his hands together he began to weave countless amounts of handsigns before stopping as from the palm of both of his hands revealed a set of three mice made of ice each. Releasing them down below as they hunted down their prey in order to kill them with a single blast in mere moments the sweet tune of screaming and explosions underneath was all that was needed as the ship itself slowly began to sink underneath the water.

“Ehh they alway think they can get away..Haven’t they learned by now after me someone else will protect the village from them my time’s up it’s time for me to move on. Let the newer generation handle you guys.”

He stood on the boat until itself became submerged underneath the water entirely standing on the surface of the water looking down at the vessel being consumed by the darkness of the depths of the water. Waiting to see if anyone was still alive just barely but not even a sign the mice due to being six of them in total and only two targets the math was simply three on one would be a deadly fight. But the outcome wasn’t going to change they were going to die before reaching home not even a single one lived such a shame maybe it was for the better to have them keep coming back. It would serve a purpose for the new breed of shinobi to challenge their wits and minds looking up into the night sky gazing at the stars he began to walk back to the shore his destination was home.

“Gonna miss killing you guys.”

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Total WC: 1,703