1 Lost Souls. Fri Nov 30, 2018 3:43 am
Takao
S-rank
- Red Turnt Yellow:
- Mission name: Red Turnt Yellow.
Mission rank: S.
Objective: Locate and Liberate Chūnin Hopeful.
Location: Hi no Kuni Border.
Reward: 2000 Ryo + 5EP
Mission Description: There are a number of entrants missing from their bracket matches, with no discernible pattern in village or other behavior to explain the multiple dropouts. Considering the lack of any correspondence, foul play is suspected.
Mission Details: Cults present in the Land of Fire have taken to indoctrinating the Genin who have traveled to the exams, and are doing so by force. Deep in the wilderness of Hi no Kuni, an S-ranked cult leader in golden robes commands a mixture of A and B-ranked non-ninja worshippers who have forcibly kidnapped entrants. All are equipped with A and S-ranked weapons and the Leader is a Raiu Clan member with all library techniques for his Suiton and Raiton elements, as well as Ninjutsu. This mission can be taken to rescue a PC contestant in the exams as if it were an opposed mission, counting as if both players had completed this mission twice.
Evening had set upon the vast forests of the Land of Fire, casting a warm orange glow over the technicolour foliage and cooling the mid-autumn air to a chill, nearing the cusp of nightfall when darkness would overtake the woods and hills and the air would grow frigid and bitter. Winter had not yet taken its hold on the illustrious land of shinobi, yet the lands were at the edge of seasonable change, indicated by the shimmering mantles of frost cast across the harlequin forest floor. Serene as it seemed on the surface, the Land of Fire was not at peace. Amidst the festivities lay a sinister detachment working to the detriment of the village. Saboteurs were hidden within the crowds, poking their heads around where they didn’t belong, and digging their paws into matters that they had no place doing so. Clad in the garb that covert operatives of Konohagakure donned, Takao’s attention fell upon the presence of two such shinobi as they leapt from the buildings above and landed just a few meters shy of where he stood. The duo greeted him with their piercing gaze upon him from behind their porcelain masks, remaining in this knelt bow, and addressing them with professional curtness. “Commander,” said one of the duo, addressing the Jōnin uniform-clad man that stood before him. “We followed up with the Barrier Team on the unregistered signatures in the village and discovered five Kumogakure Shinobi leaving the village. Our reconnaissance is in pursuit of them now.” He continued. Takao turned to face him, giving him his full attention. “Are they the ones we’ve been looking into?” Takao inquired. “I believe so,” the operative answered. “Our scout’s last report stated that the Kumogakure shinobi slowed their pace upon reaching a section of the forest with golden Omamori hanging from the trees, and were met by men clad in robes of red and gold. These facets fit the description of the cult you suspected, though their motives remain unclear.” “Gather a squad of medical personnel from the Iryō Corps, as well as another squad of Black Ops, and be ready for deployment. I’ll engage them myself, and nobody else is to intervene.” After instructing the Anbu operatives, he could feel a sense of tension grow in the air, borne from unease in his declaration that he would undertake the task alone. “Commander,” “Have your scout return and relay the last known position of the targets. Report to Suguro directly and wait on standby until I give the order.” Takao said as he lifted his hand to the receiver in his ear, fiddling with the knob until the adjustments were correct. Their position on the streets, surrounded by passer-byes that were not shy about their curiousity in the slightest, meant that their ability to be covert was compromised. “Frequency 4-0.5-0, codeword Ōritsu.” Takao wordlessly signed to the pair and observed the operatives adjust their radios as he had. “Seven point five kilometres west of the Hunter’s Gate, two kilometres north.” The agent said. “Dismissed.” Cold yet efficient, his unwavering black eyes lingered on them for nought but a second longer. The pair of agents took to the rooftops again and disappeared in seconds, carrying out the curt orders they had been given. In time with their departure, Takao leapt from street level to the city canopy, lumbering from rooftop to rooftop with long leaps and heavy bounds. The westernmost gate, dubbed the ‘Hunter’s Gate’ by the covert operatives of the village, quickly fell into view, and Takao leapt from building to road, continuing his hurried pace from the village. His speed made a mockery of the distance that laid between the village and the cult’s last known position. The foliage bowed to his pace as he passed, slowing only when the shimmer of golden Omamori caught his attention. His pace halted, sure that he was close enough, and his eyes closed. Chakra flooded his pupils and when they reopened, the onyx hues were alight with fiery orange and red tones, matching the technicolour leafage that surrounded him. The body heat of everything within a kilometre revealed themselves to him as glowing images, and the cult that he sought out was well within the range to be seen. Their end awaited them, lurking in the trees, ready to descend and strike. |
TOTAL WC |
737/5,000 |