Mission name: We but serve our lord Divine
Mission rank: A-rank.
Objective: Infiltration
Reward: 1500 Ryo (Crime) + 1 EP
Mission Description: Gain Entrance into Kumo camp.
Development References: Link.
Mission Details: Hastur is celebrating his Name Day. Kumogakure ninja will be in uproar about the festival. You are tasked to use the confusion of the various visitors to gain entrance into Kumogakure’s main camp.

Mission HQ has located a convoy of Hastur priestesses that are following a wine transport from their monastery to the festival in Kumogakure's camp in the Land of Wind. It has been reported that multiple places of worship to Hastur's glory are coming to bring their offerings to their one true god.

Your mission is to attack the convoy in a most possible clean and silent way. Mission HQ will allow you to take along six D-Ranked mercenaries that will slip into the roles of the guards that you will have to get rid off.

You are to take the identities of the priestesses and make your way into the Kumogakure camp. Persuade the entrance guards to let you pass for the festivities and make sure to stay low and hide cleverly within the masses.

Enemies: 5 B-Ranked and 1 A-Ranked enemy with X-3 stats. Raiton, Katon and Doton elements. Each of them fully equipped with Library techniques of equal to their rank. The leader will additionally have Chakra-Flow and own an S-Ranked Halberd as a weapon.

Ryu was standing outside as a meal was prepared. The girls were likely still sleeping but soon the smells of meat, eggs and coffee would likely rouse them. after all the cooking pits were merely a dozen meters away. Ryu himself was looking to the sky. The morning sun had just risen and his blue eye was already glowing with energy. Around the cooking pit Six men of Ryus were already eating. Preparing to fight on full bellies. They weren't that strong but they were loyal. Each of them lightly dressed in leather with a sand colored cloak over their shoulders. Forcing them to blend into the sands rather nicely. Each of them were armed with a dozen kunai but little more. Only one of them held a bow and arrow. The scout that had returned to camp the night before and spoke of their target at length with Ryu. He had rested about as much as Ryu did and yet his foot was tapping with anticipation and his food was already eaten. All of them were anxious but they each had their role. None of them were to do anything more than provide cover fire and disguise themselves and yet they all looked like they faced death soon.

Ryu on the other hand was very stoic. His calm demeanor was meant to calm his men as he glanced down at his gauntlet. A trick weapon that made even jounin have difficulty in combat with him. He could keep up with a Jounin now...he was sure of that. Yet he felt a sense that he wouldn't be best suited for it. Somehow he couldn't get over the feeling that the two in his tent were stronger than him. He would huff before checking his dagger and his kunai. Simpler weapons but used correctly they were just as effective. He himself was dressed in a sand colored cloak as well but he was wearing a baggy long sleeved shirt with wide sleeves and a pair of equally baggy pants. Both darker in color. His boots crunched into the sand when he moved. His dagger was resting in the small of his back in his snake leather belt and his kunai was hidden up his right sleeve. Over his right eye of course was the eye patch with the symbol of the Jackal on it. It was getting close the that time. He would need to wake the girls.

His right hand would reach out to touch the dome next to him where they were resting. A simple focus of his chakra was enough to cause the entire dome to shudder and the lights inside to flash brightly for a moment before it dimmed down again and the shaking stopped. It should be enough to wake them. He would still settle with his arms crossed. A turban wrapped around his head to keep his long dark hair in. He would watch his men finish eating. He had already had his own and some coffee. Still it felt like he was tired. Once more he looked up to the sky. Would today be the day he died? The first time he went out of his way to torment a stronger force and he could very likely end up dead for it. He was a little afraid but then again, a healthy fear of death was good for you. That wasn't to say he was going to run from this. The girls would likely try without him and they were less likely to die if he came along. Still it wasn't like he didn't have a plan.

Assuming one or both of the girls would come out he would nod to the food being prepared. Waiting for them to be handed their dishes before he would walk up to them. Starting to speak as he nodded to the north west. "We caught wind of a caravan from Kumo loaded down with what we believe to be wine. Fuckers have something to celebrate. Thing is, their path is heading straight for a sandstorm. They aren't equipped to deal with it so likely they will be blindly looking for shelter. The three of us pick them off and these six will take up the guard positions. You two will act as priestesses. If we gain the wine, we can add this to it." With that he would hold up a jar of some dark and murky purple liquid. Grinning before tossing it to the one with the bow. Waiting to be asked for more details.

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Ryu would look between the men. Grim faces as the reality of the situation hung about them. The two girls seemed ready but the others were unsure. They were not nearly as powerful as the three of them. Kept down for most of their lives and stepped on by virtually any shinobi. Now they were being asked to deal a blow back. Their was a tension in the air. Ryu would look to the girls as they were handed cloaks and gear to help with the sandstorm. They were raised here and knew how to move in the blistering winds that tore the flesh, dried the throat and blinded the eyes. Goggles and cloaks that could be bound tight over them with slightly dampened face masks. It made breathing harder but it was possible in a sandstorm still. The croaked question would be grinned at before he spoke in return. "About three miles to the North east of us." Regardless of their hang overs he expected them to be capable. The storm was already rolling in. Aside from that the last of the men would come around the corner of the domes with a pack of camels on ropes behind him. He had already accounted for not everyone being able to travel at his speeds.

As for the camels they would be guarded by the men for the duration of the sandstorm while the three of them fought. Under cover of large tarps that would be nailed to the ground with long spikes. Already packed into their saddle bags along with plenty of water. As well as the disguises they would be wearing since no doubt the rest would be covered in blood from the originals. Bodies left to the sands. Still Ryu would turn his attention to his men. He could see fear in them. One of them was even shivering and sweating. If he broke the others would be soon to follow. Obviously they were in over their heads but Ryu needed them. So he would step forward and lower his right hand. Idly he would flick the man in the ear with a loud snap as suddenly the rest looked up. The man clutched his ear before glaring up at Ryu. "The fuck was that for?!" He exclaimed before Ryu would look down at him. His blue eye shining. His voice was loud enough for each of them to hear.

"Now let me make something clear. They are here to celebrate our defeat before we even had a chance to show them any of our pride. Takin what they like and laying claim to whats ours. Now if you want to tuck your tail and be some other nations bitch thats your business. It's got no room here. If you wanna come with me tho, I am going to go and fuck with their whole system here. They gonna know they crossed Suna today so help me gods."

The man would rub his ear but one by one each of them would stand up. Placing their fist against their chest in some sort of salute before a large hurrah was given. Each of them aside from the one lagging behind slightly would rush to the camels and each would mount one. Leaving three for them. Ryu would calmly walk up to a particularly gnarled looking camel and mount it before looking to the girls. One had been using some sort of jutsu before which seemed to alleviate their symptoms. Taking his reigns in hand he would look to each of them in turn with his glowing blue eye. Speaking to them as well. "Are ye ready to spill some blood than eh ladies?"

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