(occ: due to my lack of Internet I will have to add chakra costs later )

Almost a month had passed since yoshiro took his last mission the crippling depression of the passing of a past team mate had hit the man harder than expected in combination with the training of his new element he was looking to get back on track to with accepting a mission posted on the request board that peaked his interest an assassination or  aprhension of  a small gang leader being a former member of squad karma prefering the choice of the former,  the information received when his request was accepted was as follows the  leader could be found a few miles on the outskirts of kumogakure hidden in the forest nearby the abandon mine a vague description which also mentions the fact there maybe many lower level gang members occamanying the man it would be hard to work with the information received but yoshiro has worked with less information waiting for late afternoon to track the gang bringing along his loving and faithful companion komomi .

The plan would be simple after reaching the boarders of the village having a few hours of sunlight left to track the gang then wait for the cover of darkness to carry out the hit the man was confident heading into the thick brambles and rugged terrain that lay ahead using his foxes heightened sense he was sure to eventually discover the hidden club house it would just be a matter of time and being undetected, Yoshiro had always enjoyed the scerenity of forests and nature finding the humble and unmatched beauty in the most simple things from the light beams dancing on the forest floor as the canopy above moved and shakes with the wind to the lush green plant life all around him,  using the time spent trenching through the woods to talk to his fox in a one way conversation komomi unable to talk more of a sound board for his troubles eventually getting to the discusion of the tactics for the task ahead "komo I don't want you near danger stick back catch up with me when you notice me leaving" the fox replying with a saddened gaze "it's alright girl I'll be fine "  his normal warming loving smile appearing on his face komo seaming to pick up a scent her ears perking back her body defensive quickly prancing thought the scrubs toward the smell the tall man quietly tracking after her. 

After komomi stopped tracking roughly five kilometers from the original spot of picking up the scent the gently roar of slurred singing echo'd thought the woods the man first scouting the perimeter before moving in to gain a closer look identifying a large barn like wooden structure the possibility of this being the bandits camp  in question was high yoshiro deciding to wait for the impending darkness to  further scout out the out of place barn if his suspicions where wrong this would be an extraordinary  waste of time.

The looming darkness slowly took over the sky giving yoshiro the blanketing cloak of shadows to now further investigate the large wooden building "stay here komo" yoshiro whispers to  his fox before getting  closer to the barn like building undetected scaling the walls of the large building using his charka like suction cups, reaching the roof a large opening in the roof probably caused by years of neglect offered the man a window of luck being able to look down into the club house the drunken mob of men singing amongst them self all wearing a matching cloak with a gang symbol on the back his count of the men roughly 10-15 including an elder man his clothing almost a mixture of punk and medieval the man at the head of the table looking older than the rest and from what he could see the head of the table also matched the discription of the target in question mentioned in the mission details, thinking over his corse of actions jumping in and killing everyone inside could provide troublesome his best bet to lure the men outside.

After a brief analysis of the situation he decided his best bet was a distraction his hand meeting to preform a single hand sign  dispersing his chakra into two shadow clones the idea he had shared by the duplicates of himself as the two clones carefully and quietly step down the barn walls towards the large double door entrance the trap would be sprung to two clones drawing out the majority of the low level brute giving him a window to quickly and quietly execute his target without detection  it was then her heard the ruckus made from the two clones below the men below stirring like ants as the grab basic planks of wood as weapons leaving only two people at the table the clan leader and what appeared to be some form of personal guard. 

The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally presented itself the screams and yelling giving some indication that the clones below had Engaged in combat both clones creating the Yami no katana kuro sendo the blade of death, working like a well oiled machine the two clones using there speed and strength to hack and slash through the grunts of the gang mean while the real yoshiro sat and watched for the perfect moment to strike the confusion and panic caused the guard like man to leave the side of the leader to investigate the time had arrived, thousands of different ways to kill the man flickered through yoshiros mind deciding on the safest option his hands and fingers mashing together performing signs before fabricating the real kuro sendo coating his sword with the flow of the white wolves bite ready to pounce.

Meanwhile below we find the two clone that have lured out the grunts the two clones stand below with the black blade of death in hand the masses of men charging towards the clones with there cheap and primitive wooden weapon the clones of yoshiro replyng with there speed strength and finesse with the sword ducking, weaving and dancing through the men each movement followed with a swing of the sword the squirting fountain of the disemboweled and amputated limbs as the clone dart through the men almost resembles that of a fine ballet the clones precise and elegant movements being the stars of the show, one by one the endless drone of men started to deplete the real yoshiro watching from the barn is able to see the two blood soaked clones as the storm through the front door still thirsty for death. 

It was then that the stocky gang leader arose from his chair the horrific image of the men covered in blood had not seamed to affect the man in the slightest grabbing his two large spade like sword before charging at the clone with a quick sprint his swings and attack erratic and crazed relying on brute strength the two clones responding like yoshiro using grace and foot work in a display of speed and acrobatics the two clone narrowly avoid and defend against the crazed attack one dying and dissipating in the process "Clone? You attack me with a clone you coward!" a enraged voice bellow from the clan leader before charging at the last clone.

Then with a large crack yoshiro saw his window finally pouncing on the opportunity to attack from the shadows the unaware man caught in his rage is entrapped as the white wolfs head bites down upon the man with it's paralyzing grasp the final clone acting as yoshiro would ceasing the opening and with a lunging slash the life force from the stocky brute could be felt draining piercing his chest and opening the torso with a large slash his organs slowly spilling from his body as he falls to the ground the pooling blood almost instantly covering the entire floor the clone dissipating shortly after.

Leaving the large barn the lingering smell of fresh blood and death hit yoshiros nose as his eyes scan the area the masses of dissembled corpse scattered through out the camp ground bring forth the memorys and thoughts of his clone as they both executed the mob of men ages varying from young to old, pausing for a silent moment before giving his first and last words to fall on deaf ears "rest well gentlemen" leaving the horrific and gory scene that his reputation had been based on reassembling with his beloved fox his demeanor calm and loving playing "hey komo I'm really hungry do you want something to eat when we get back?" the fox replying with a short howling noise and a tail wag.

Passing through the dark bramble of forest only sorce of dim light the moons glow komomis sounds and directions with her heightened sense of eye sight cutting hour of endless and directionless trenching through the tough terrain the bright lights of the city of clouds a comforting warmth the man finally returning home after the night of blood shed.

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