1 A Dire Situation (Strafe/No Kill/ Doujutsu implant) Tue Sep 17, 2013 6:39 pm
Mitsuo
S-rank
The pain was blinding, or at least he hoped it was the pain. His vision in his right eye was a blur of red and his left eye wasn’t registering anything at all. Sarutobi Mitsuo was truly afraid for the first time in his life. He was fading quickly and knew that he had to make his way back to the Konohan hospital otherwise his days would be at an end. He ran as he could through the familiar pathways leading him to the gates of Konohagakure no Kato and tried his best not to stumble, feeling the irony tang of blood in his mouth and spitting out a large glob of his own vitals. He knew that some of the ribs that had been broken in his fight with Synn had been rebroken, and that he had a broken finger and a more than likely sprained ankle, but those things were insubstantial in comparison to the damage that had been done to his left eye. The eye had been left useless by shrapnel that had been lodged inside of it and he was afraid that he might forever be blind in that eye if he were not to find someone to help him…
He worked his way through the information and clues his target had unknowingly left for him, his keen senses picking up the smallest of clues and his ANBU sensory abilities making his tracking his opponent much easier. He could see the traces of personal chakra on small barely visible footprints on the trees and water, his opponent clearly underestimating him. He thought he would have an easy time with this mission, though he never for a second underestimated his opponent, who was a dangerous missing-nin no matter what else Mitsuo thought of him. He had murdered many people and had been discovered to have set fire to the Sarutobi Compound, something that Mitsuo took especially personal as he was the head of the Sarutobi Clan. He knew he could not take his personal issues to heart with this man but it wasn’t just that he had attacked his compound, but he had specifically targeted the Hyuuga housed inside, Mitsuo’s lover Kimaru. He couldn’t help but make it personal, his lover now recovering from several burns and some other injuries in the Konoha hospital, and Mitsuo being forced to hunt down his lover’s assailant.
He was almost blinded by rage, a sentiment that would soon enough become oh too real, but he was still as sharp as a razor or the blade of his Seijin no Ken, and he was still one of the most dangerous men alive. He would not be defeated by such swine as one who had come and attacked his home in the night. He would destroy the man who had the gall to make things personal with him, the Chita Sennin and the ANBU Captain of Konohagakure no Kato. He drew his Chita no Kiba and smiled softly beneath his mask, the scent of his opponent becoming closer and closer as he closed in with his more than impressive speed. He was making his way towards the target and he had no intention of stopping until he was dead and buried, his head removed from its shoulders and on its way back to Takeshi. His smile widened and he had a look of fiery determination in his forest green eyes as he went, spotting the shadowy figure of his target. He jumped at him and made his first mistake, soaring through the air like an idiot towards an opponent he knew nothing about.
The figure had spotted him and, like a flash, had thrown a torrent of Kunai at him, which normally wouldn’t bother Mitsuo one bit, but at his increased speed that he was travelling through the air and the fact that it would be nearly impossible for him to change direction while already in the air he was in a dire situation. He contorted his body in a way to avoid most of the Kunai, taking a few scrapes against his body but most being minor, except for the last several, which each had explosive tags attached. Once he had gotten in range of these last several Kunai they detonated, sending shrapnel everywhere, which was mostly rendered useless against Mitsuo’s armour, except for the piece that had managed to avoid his mask completely and lodge itself deep in his left eye. He bit back a scream of pain, his vision completely blanking in that eye and the pain overcoming his other senses. He threw his weapon where the attack had come from, grazing the missing nin and drawing his Katana, reacting on instinct. As the fight raged on his opponent managed to land a few more powerful strikes, proving himself to be a taijutsu master as he broke several of Mitsuo’s ribs and the index finger on his left hand, before eventually falling to the angry and nearly blinded ANBU Captain, his mask hiding another mask of crimson which he wore beneath from his injuries…
Mitsuo felt himself passing out, he knew that he had to find help; that he had to get as close to the village as he could, or that he would be dead. He looked to the sky, the sun setting over the forests of Konoha in a most radiant blast of colour and spectacle; though all Mitsuo could see were shades of red and blurs. He was fading fast and knew that he was going to pass out soon. With the last of his strength he used the sensory ability he had learned during his ANBU training and found the nearest chakra signature, which turned out to be extremely strong. He was hoping that this would be someone who would be able to help him and he made his way towards the strong chakra signature, getting within fifty meters of where it was before his legs finally gave out and he collapsed. He yelled through his augmenting mask. “Please, help me..” His voice soft from his pain and suffering before he lost consciousness, praying that the nin in front of him was friend not foe, and that he would somehow be able to help him.
(1044/3000)
Three Hours Prior
He worked his way through the information and clues his target had unknowingly left for him, his keen senses picking up the smallest of clues and his ANBU sensory abilities making his tracking his opponent much easier. He could see the traces of personal chakra on small barely visible footprints on the trees and water, his opponent clearly underestimating him. He thought he would have an easy time with this mission, though he never for a second underestimated his opponent, who was a dangerous missing-nin no matter what else Mitsuo thought of him. He had murdered many people and had been discovered to have set fire to the Sarutobi Compound, something that Mitsuo took especially personal as he was the head of the Sarutobi Clan. He knew he could not take his personal issues to heart with this man but it wasn’t just that he had attacked his compound, but he had specifically targeted the Hyuuga housed inside, Mitsuo’s lover Kimaru. He couldn’t help but make it personal, his lover now recovering from several burns and some other injuries in the Konoha hospital, and Mitsuo being forced to hunt down his lover’s assailant.
He was almost blinded by rage, a sentiment that would soon enough become oh too real, but he was still as sharp as a razor or the blade of his Seijin no Ken, and he was still one of the most dangerous men alive. He would not be defeated by such swine as one who had come and attacked his home in the night. He would destroy the man who had the gall to make things personal with him, the Chita Sennin and the ANBU Captain of Konohagakure no Kato. He drew his Chita no Kiba and smiled softly beneath his mask, the scent of his opponent becoming closer and closer as he closed in with his more than impressive speed. He was making his way towards the target and he had no intention of stopping until he was dead and buried, his head removed from its shoulders and on its way back to Takeshi. His smile widened and he had a look of fiery determination in his forest green eyes as he went, spotting the shadowy figure of his target. He jumped at him and made his first mistake, soaring through the air like an idiot towards an opponent he knew nothing about.
The figure had spotted him and, like a flash, had thrown a torrent of Kunai at him, which normally wouldn’t bother Mitsuo one bit, but at his increased speed that he was travelling through the air and the fact that it would be nearly impossible for him to change direction while already in the air he was in a dire situation. He contorted his body in a way to avoid most of the Kunai, taking a few scrapes against his body but most being minor, except for the last several, which each had explosive tags attached. Once he had gotten in range of these last several Kunai they detonated, sending shrapnel everywhere, which was mostly rendered useless against Mitsuo’s armour, except for the piece that had managed to avoid his mask completely and lodge itself deep in his left eye. He bit back a scream of pain, his vision completely blanking in that eye and the pain overcoming his other senses. He threw his weapon where the attack had come from, grazing the missing nin and drawing his Katana, reacting on instinct. As the fight raged on his opponent managed to land a few more powerful strikes, proving himself to be a taijutsu master as he broke several of Mitsuo’s ribs and the index finger on his left hand, before eventually falling to the angry and nearly blinded ANBU Captain, his mask hiding another mask of crimson which he wore beneath from his injuries…
Now…
Mitsuo felt himself passing out, he knew that he had to find help; that he had to get as close to the village as he could, or that he would be dead. He looked to the sky, the sun setting over the forests of Konoha in a most radiant blast of colour and spectacle; though all Mitsuo could see were shades of red and blurs. He was fading fast and knew that he was going to pass out soon. With the last of his strength he used the sensory ability he had learned during his ANBU training and found the nearest chakra signature, which turned out to be extremely strong. He was hoping that this would be someone who would be able to help him and he made his way towards the strong chakra signature, getting within fifty meters of where it was before his legs finally gave out and he collapsed. He yelled through his augmenting mask. “Please, help me..” His voice soft from his pain and suffering before he lost consciousness, praying that the nin in front of him was friend not foe, and that he would somehow be able to help him.
(1044/3000)