Mission name: Turf Wars
Mission rank: A-rank.
Objective: Pick a side, kick some ass.
Location: Any.
Reward: 1000 ryo + 4 EP.
Mission Description: Lessen conflict by resolving some through victory.
Development References: What Lies Beneath Event.
Mission Details: The desert is covered in warring groups who will gladly hire shinobi regardless of their affiliation (or lack thereof) to aid them in whatever conflict they currently find themselves in. Specifics of the involved parties are up to the writers but the opposing force will be lead by an A-ranked Senju clan member with all Ninjutsu, Doton, Suiton and Mokuton library techniques, along with at least fifteen B-ranked non-ninja. Alternatively, this mission can be done in opposition to another Player Character who would be able to take it who has sided with the opposite force; if it is, both participants may claim rewards for both missions as if they had completed them when handing in the reward for this mission.

Invite only

Verdandi responded to an emergency broadcast on her radio. Konoha-nin were requesting support from allied forced on a specific base nearby Dandi's current location. Without much thought and seeing how she was fully in battle mode already as of late, Dandi gave the coded sign to accept the request leaving her current battle tag as confirmation. Once that was done. She tried to coordinate herself with the given info's of the supposed location and the map in her palm. Having been here for months by now, Verd had a very good sense of the outlines of these lands especially the ones surrounding the border camps. It would take a while for her to get there. Dandi jumped on the back of her polar bear pet and let him do most of the work carrying her there like a good boy. The bear was growing thick and strong. But he still needed the occasional infuse of Verdandi's Hyouton chakra, seeing how he wasn't really doing well without sun protection. A thin layer of ice gently started to glisten on his fur and made up for most of the heat. Verd also adorned herself in a layer of icy fun. Got to keep yourself cool and easy as a foreigner here. Her palms tightly locked on her pet's fur as he quickly jumped up the dunes and playfully slid them down again, surfing over the sand as if he was born to do so. Verd enjoyed the fact that he was starting to really like this place.

Once they arrived at the camp. Verdandi would see how the incoming forces of mercenaries and bandits were clashing at the outer rim of konoha's defences. Walls were being torn down. Watchtowers set ablaze and several village-nin were losing it to the radical forces trying to openly push them back. The civilians of the Konoha camp were luckily still far behind, away from all the misery at the front. But seeing how their own soldiers were having a tough time fighting the enemy they were constantly begging Konoha HQ and allies alike to send reinforcements. Especially since it seemed more like the merc's were on an advantage in numbers and gear. Verdandi quickly pushed her thighs into Avalanche's hips. The bear could smell battle. The blood at the horizon was getting the monstrosity all riled up. Verdandi's eyes started to glisten in deep cyan blue. Hyouton chakra was amassing inside her and she was ready to jump the fuck down on the whole lot of those merc's and show them the joy of being massively impaled on frost pillars. As Avalanche reached the frontlines he came from the side and tackled his way through the enemies like cavalry would. Lower ranked men would be crushed beneath his weight, his paws crawling past their face, his frontal body clashing with multiple heads, limbs and breaking or rather just, fracturing bones alike simply by passing by them like the living tank that he was. Seeing the first commander ahead he would ram him head on. Smashing his body to the next best wall and crushing his rib cage.

Verdandi used the momentum of Avalanche coming to a sudden stop to jump off her pet. Knowing well he could fend for himself and also retreat if his wounds started to become of annoyance to him. The bear bit his jaw into the leader's neck and ripped a large portion of flesh out before screaming a loud roar at them men surrounding them. Fear striking into the heart of the troops. The idea of being ripped to pieces alike the captain was not really a fun thought. Meanwhile Verdandi jumped from head to head and from helmet to helmet to stay above the enemy forces. Avoiding any swords that tried to cut her legs and spears that aimed for her body. Until she could jump at one of the half-torn-down watchtowers to gain some height. Without much thought she exhaled her Hyouton chakra into the ground. Forming the hand seals necessary to raise the earth below and let the water supplies from deep beneath the sand reach up onto the surface. Once arriving there up to three spears would break past the sand surface and bury themselves past the troops, easily wounding a dozen enemies and impaling a weak soldier on one of them. His spiked body a reminder to the troops that Verd the Impaler had arrived. Time to put people on sticks that didn't want to listen.


760

Chakra 315 / 350:

Verdandi watched as the calamity she casted upon her enemies would unfoil. Claiming wounds and moving the enemy troops to a smaller retreat. While the majority of attackers had drawn back behind a certain line of self defense. Verd shortly blinked back to watch how the Konoha troops pushed the remaining three soldiers at the frontline together. Avalanche would step forward in front of them. The first daring to move forward and raise his blade would feel the large bears claws meet the incoming tool of men, before projecting his own body weight forwards. Pinning the man to thee ground and pushing his palm onto their until they would let go off their weapon. The beasts roar would be directed at the remaining two troopers while the Konoha-nin would gently poke their blades into the backs of the soldiers. Urging them to drop their weapons. Between a large monster and blades at their neck, the two of them would follow suit, their weapons quickly removed and the men in question made to kneel at the mercy of the Konoha soldiers. Verdandi was almost compelled to smile as she realized that her entrance had the effect she was hoping for, the advancing enemy troops now staying at large at a certain safety distance. The field of ice spikes in between and three soldiers caught to be at konoha's mercy. However, as much as Verd would have wanted this to be the quick and easy turning point of the battle. She would have to face the bitter truth now in a sheer reminder of her mortality.

The fences and walls that the intruders had attacked were thoroughly damaged. The watchtowers were broken. The entrance to the camp wide open. The number of defenders left to fight this battle for Konoha weren't much anymore and seemingly despite being at advantage now, it came all down to the new weaponized human of the yuki clan and her 'adorable' pet that had turned the tides of this battle. To Verdandi's positive feel, the number of attackers had their toll as well. However even with the ice princess and the bear, the battle would certainly not be considered to be over just yet. A second attack of the invaders could become to have a devastating result.

The approaching danger from below by far escaped Verdandi's sharp perception. She had vision that could even make out concealed weaponry and tools but sadly none which was able to pierce her vision into the sand below. At best, rumbles of the scorpion's movement might be able to be felt. But if so, the yuki clan would probably mistake them for something else than an incoming enemy. As the missile launched from its point of origin, supposedly around twenty meters in distance, unexpectedly from the ground. Verdandi was quick to react and raised her hands to exhale a thick wall of suiton water that would shield herself and the nearby troops from the projectile. It's impact causing a massive elemental explosion of fire and earth chunks. Verd had never seen a projectile do that much of an impact before and was left with wide open, staring eyes gazing as the water seemed to actually have a hard time to swallow all the chunks and fire blazing over it's surface. Verdandi checked once more just to be sure that her konoha budds were alright.

The sudden attack followed, by a large demonic looking scorpion. Raising itself from the depths below. Donning a deadly looking tail above itself. Whilst Verdandi was usually the type to just rush into heated battle, trusting ultimately into her superior movements, this whole situation, especially the nearby death greeting her, would quickly put her into a more passive mindset. She raised her palm and signalled her troops to stand back. Eventually the whole battlefield had come to a halt. Verdandi dropped from the crumbling watchtower she had used as a place to oversee the battlefield. Slowly stepping in front of her men and Avalanche catching up with her.

Sending her little monster to face this weird creature head-on seemed a bad idea. However, Verd would point a bit to the side. Ava would brush his furry head to her palm and licked it before he slowly trotted off into the supposed direction. Still staying at clear distance. However, Verd also pointed for some of her soldiers to move with her bear. Verdandi's eyes would scan the horizon before her. Any further motion would be seen. Projectiles could be avoided if they remained to be shot at such distance or further and defense's could be raised now if needed. For as how long the scorpion would remain still, Verdandi would allow her eyes to glow. Her fingers to cast a water, wind and snow seal each. Exhaling a water gush from her lips that would dissolve and raise to the heaven. The heavens above the battlefield would turn grey and then furthermore black. The clouds would thicken and to what many of the sunaan forces could not believe. Upon the call of Verdandi's wish, a few rain drops would start to fall upon the sand. The water would moisten and dampen the sand upon which all of us would stand. Until the second part of the technique. The wind would start to blow. For now, it would remain a simple gush of wind. But one would realize that this was picking up in speed over time. The fuuton chakra would blow through the clouds and something even more confusing would happen.

Snow would drop from the heavens above. The raindrops having turned to flakes. Tons of them. Hundreds. Thousands would fall. The wind would start to howl. The heavens seemingly angry that someone came here to dare and oppose the Mistress of the frost. Verdandi was excited. Adrenaline shot through her veins. Hyouton chakra starting to raise within her. The sand starting to become muddy all over the place. Suiton would flow into the depths of it. Verdandi was mischievous however. Under the guise of it being solely born from the snowfall. Verd would concentrate some of her chakra into the water that formed inside the sand. Preparing herself to make use of the suiton and hyouton elements spreading within the sand.


1050 / 1810

Chakra 270 / 350:

Verdandi gazed over the battlefield. Snow began to fall. Chunks of earth dropped to thee ground. Pillars of ice would raise slowly over the battlefield. Any suna criminal that was still close to the village-nin outpost would soon be attacked by the spikes and pushed back. The large icy spears would rake from the ground far above. Creating a field of spears between both armies. The scorpion would soon be forced to retreat back fully underground, slithering its way into the depths of the sand. Verdandi stared over the battlefield as she seemingly had absolute control over everything that was happening. A powerful feeling indeed. One she wouldn't give away for now and use it at her very own disposal. In a first attempt to show that she was merciful. She'd let a path appear between the frost spikes. Snow was already falling on the battlefield. Verd allowed the prisoners her soldiers had made to leave. Under the stern eyes of Verdandi's glare they would run and stumble towards their people. Eventually the large ice spikes would return behind them and close the gap presented quickly again. The snowfall would slowly begin to become thicker and harder. Wind blowing and howling. In heavy speeds the tornado would pick up and blast its breath over the criminal's army. Meanwhile, the Konoha soldier, after a brief talk with Verdandi, disappeared from sight. Verd alone remained. Avalanche by her side. The large bear growling and roaring towards the supposed enemies. Snow piled up in the sand. Thick, heavy snow.

The Konoha nin and soldiers, upon command of Verdandi. Had opened their rear gate and prepared to march off. The civilians were gathered. The tents were emptied and broken down. The walls, or at least what remained of them were left behind. Not long until the valuable resources, water and food as well as equipment and weapons were loaded back on the transport carts. Mounted to the pulling animals and then sent off to the south. To return back home to the Konoha camp in question. Verdandi did not know why the lead had set up a camp here. It completely escaped her as to find a reason why they would need this place to be under their control. Upon Verdandi's command they retreated. There was no reason for these men to die on such a nameless landmark for seemingly no reason and since there was no Konoha-nin superior of rank here the men would gladly comply, considering that, the opposite choice would be to face the bandits and especially, face the scary scorpion and probably meet their own doom in the process. Verd would glance back at an empty camp in the landmark. But she wouldn't just leave it like that. Those criminals didn't deserve to move into this camp either. This turf wasn't theirs, nor did it belong to the leaf. Verdandi's concentration on her storm became greater and harder. She would single out the wind chakra and flow further energy into it.

Blades of wind would form. But they wouldn't attack the enemy. Instead the blades would cut down the remains of the leaf camp. Slowly cutting the wall to pieces. Any left behind crates and tents would be nullified. Any bunkers and buildings cut apart and torn to pieces until all that was left was but a large pile of wooden rubble. Turned to a statue of peace and harmony. For Verdandi at least. She didn't care much about how the criminals would be acting or thinking about such a thing. Instead. She would growl again. Loudly the wind and snow would blast against them. Verdandi would use her technique of intimidation. "Tears of Jealousy over Form" would be casted. Allowing her to shortly hover above ground. Her whole body glowing brightly. She'd appear almighty. All powerful. Her chakra exhaling all over the place. The wind and snow underlining her show and presence. As she would glare in anger at the puny humans below her.

"Listen to me, sand-men. You have spilled blood on this turf. You have attacked a peaceful camp with no intention of harm. You wanted for blood to be spilled, so I spilled yours. You wished for these people's end. So, I brought an end to you. Every last one of your soldiers that have tainted their blades with the blood of innocent, are now dead. I will not return them. Their bodies are mine now. A tribute to the frost. And I will keep this tribute. You, all of you. Be gone. Leave this place. There is nothing left but death waiting for you here."

With these words. Verdandi's Hyouton chakra became thicker and heavier. Frost vapour would start to form around her. Icy breath that would be transported by the wind from Verdandi's lips to the soldiers. Anyone breathing it in would feel how their lungs would start to freeze slowly and become unable to breathe at all. Hypothermia creeping up their necks. The lot of them starting to feel how the snow and ice surrounding them was clinging to their bodies and threatening to swallow them, to bury them and to completely freeze them right here and give them a frozen grave for their sorry self's. But they started to run. Run fast and far away. Back to their bandit camp. Back to the lairs they crawled up from. Back to their resistance cells where they planned their next coup against the opposing forces that were raiding these lands and bullying the sand from any resistance left within them. This war was over. This battle at least. The sand was defeated. But so were the villages. None a clear victor in this misery. But Verdandi made sure, whomever dared to try and oppose her today. Would most likely find themselves frozen to the ground and turned to little more than another ice spike amongst the rest that already covered the whole land around her. Like a demon of frost, she screamed her icy vapor against them, watching them flee in terror.

Eventually, they had all left. None dared to really face the frost princess alone. None had a reason to fight anymore anyway. The leaf was gone. The camp destroyed. There was no turf to fight over and about. There were no resources to loot and no slaves to be made today. Verdandi glared into the distance. Her Hyouton chakra slowly subsiding. Her ruse of a godlike appearance dissolving. The weather slowly clearing. The snow would remain and keep falling. But more slowly. Easier. No more wind storms. Just snowflakes gently dropping down from the heavens above onto the sand below. Some of it melting in the natural warmth of the sand. Some of it strong enough to pile up. Some of it clinging to the icy spikes that were already melting as well. Verdandi gazed into the dust of her own snow. Seeing a single figure, far away in the distance. A red-haired man? Watching him slowly consume the scorpion back into a scroll. A puppet Master? Verdandi glared at him. His eyes empty and without soul. His body motionless. His expression fleshless and devoid of life. A terrifying view to behold. But he turned. Along with the men that went ahead. He turned around. Deciding that he will not go into this battle. Not shed any blood today. Not hurt anyone or see reason to fight the ice princess. Verdandi wondered. Whom he had been and what he might have had to say.

But he was gone. Along with the army that didn't even seem to really belong to his command. Neither of them really following him at all. Having his complete own goal and aim to move towards. In a completely different direction than the soldiers. Verd wondered again. Who was that. But she shrugged. Leaving the ice spikes to melt at last. Collecting the remaining dog tags of the dead Konoha soldiers. Sealing whichever leaf corpses, she could find into her scrolls and take them with her. The leaf would get to decide how to bury them properly or now. She just didn't want to leave them here to rot among the dead criminals Verdandi had disposed of. Avalanche would casually trot off into the distance. Heading towards the caravan of leaf-nin and soldiers. Verd soon catching up with him and the caravan. Making sure that it was save and they wouldn't be bullied again on their way back home. With that, she jumped on a caravan cart and sat her butt casually on its end. Gazing with her wide-open eyes into the distance. Wondering again about the stranger man. The red hair. The puppet Master. Would she ever meet him again? As friend or foe? He was dangerous for sure. At least his projectile had exhaled quite some power against Verdandi's face. Seemingly it was but just a warning shot after all. Were they really enemies? Verdandi sighed. She had no idea. But it also didn't seem important anymore anyway.

She would lean back. Close her eyes. Her mind slowly drifting off into dreamland. Avalanche was close by. If there was any danger incoming. He would sense it. He would wake her. It was good to have him with her. Allowing her to lower her guard. Allowing her to relax and take it easy. Dreaming of fun things. Like the mist of Kiri. Or the snow of Yuki no Kuni. She'd soon be able to go back home to the land of snow. Hug her sisters. Squeeze mommy. Say hello to Daddy Deacon. Meet her friends. Enjoy time in the hot springs and hang out with all the cool people, literally, of her home town. But first, she had to get back to the Kiri camp. Report to aunt Ayakashi. It was soon about time to wrap things up here. Not much keeping the Kiri forces still in suna. Having plundered and looted whatever they could. There was not much left to rule over. Neither of the village leaders seemingly having much interest to occupy the place much longer. Allowing either of them to return back home and leave this sandy hell to rot… or to re-blossom once again. Under a new order?

If there should ever rise a new nation from the ashes of this broken, beat down place. Verdandi would be all for it. She would support it. Raise it. Carry it as her own child even so. If she was asked to. It seemed hypocritical maybe. Considering she had joined the villages to wage war in these lands. But she came here under the impression to free the lands. The cleanse it from criminals. Not extort it from its resources. She had helped hundreds of refuges. Fed endless people. Sheltered so many. But in the end. She could only watch how the power-hungry villages would crawl over the corpse of the sand and empty it from its treasures anyway. The gold and silver. Symbols of former power. Artefacts and weapons. Knowledge. Books. Studies. Experiments. All stolen from the sand and scattered in all four winds into the many villages that have raided these lands. Verdandi had taken her own part in this. Knowingly or not was questionable. But one thing was certain. She didn't slay any suna civilians. She didn't slay any innocent men while she was here. Only the ones willing to raise their own blades had fallen by her hand. And that alone. Would allow her to sleep at night still.

[EXIT]


Verd WC: 1'950 / 3'760
Thread WC: 5'004

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