It was strange. People often talked about how humans were cruel and destructive and how everything they touched turn to ashes in their hands, but that wasn't quite true. Or rather, they weren't the only ones who were like that. Every species had the capability to be needlessly violent. As if offering a perfect example of that fact, there was apparently recently a stampede in the Wild West. See, Iwagakure is a major ninja power in the world, but that wasn't all it was. Everywhere where there were ninjas, there were normal people. Well, not normal. they were people who didn't have any chakra powers, no grasp over their powers at all honestly. It was why some people called them squibs after that type of pellet that went off and sprayed blood everywhere but didn't do anything. That was sort of what they were, they were spraying out chakra but they couldn't use it. It was why ninja academies were in use, because they wanted as many people as possible to be able to control their powers. Said squibs were the ones that normally farmed for a village, they wanted to be able to give something back to the community that allowed them to continue living there. It was the thing that stayed intrinsically true, all human beings until broken by an outside force want to help the people around them. It was what they were bred to do, in a way. However, one of the people who did that for a living was not so lucky.

The particular person was a farmer who apparently worked for Iwagakure by farming cows for slaughter, either for their leather or for their meat. One of their bullocks had managed to break away from it's corral and had gone on a rampage as bulls tended to do. The person that had failed to keep it contained was gored, but was mercifully not killed by his injuries. However, all of that put together did mean that this bull was very dangerous. It was a strange world where a major threat was posed from a vegetarian animal, but that was the situation. Lesser people had tried to bring it back to the farm and had met with a similar result as that of the farmer. Even some lower ranked ninjas had tried killing it and had been hit by eight hundred pounds of angry beef steak. They were still in the hospital. All of that put together meant the job was not only still open but was somehow more important than ever before. He was going to have to deal with this personally or risk having other people get hurt. However, Gen had an advantage that few other people had. He had air power, quite literally.

Moving down over the area, he lay low on Horus' back, trying to avoid the wind currents that were surging around his body. Normally they would be pleasant as he didn't really need to see to be able to enjoy the thrill of flight. However, since they were having to track this thing before they could kill it, with the logic of you being unable to kill what you can't catch, he was having to avoid the wind getting in his eyes. He could just get goggles, but he couldn't find any so he was having to use his brother's neck as a wind muffler. Horus didn't seem to mind very much, and they were pretty intimate anyway (or as intimate as members of different species could be... assuming they weren't attracted to each other, which they weren't, because that was gross). The only problem with this area was that everywhere seemed the same, here there were a bit of bracken, there there was a bit of dead grass. There was no real life in this area, and he doubted that was all thanks to the pair of tunnel snakes that he'd deal with recently. Normally he might have considered them as viable causes of the area's nigh extinction but the plants were dead too. He wasn't quite sure what was up with that.

Finally, a moo hit the air coming from somewhere to their north east. There were very few living things out here, and he would be willing to bet any amount of money that someone was willing to wager that one of the few things that were was not a cow that had somehow also broken away from it's farm. Well, if he wagered, which he didn't. The scriptures didn't go in for that kind of thing, something about leaving things to chance being sinful or just assuming that the followers of the religion had bad luck and shouldn't be doing it. Either way, they turned towards the source of the noise and began to fly at high speeds, getting lower as they found their walking, mooing steak dinner.

The cow in of itself still had the blood from the people that it had gored coating it's horns. He doubted very much that it would have had the chance to clean itself off, or that it would even be intelligent enough to do so should said opportunity arise. Nonetheless, he continued pressing forwards, getting eternally closer and closer to the animal before Horus was literally right behind it. It looked behind it too late as that was the moment a pair of giant claws reached down, grabbed around the cud-chewer's chest and hoisted him into the air.

Now, the thing that should be mentioned about birds of prey is that they are incredibly strong. Not strong enough that they would be able to lift very much more than their own weight, but given the right opportunity they could carry an extremely large amount. For example, a swallow could carry a coconut a long way away, despite a coconut weight almost twice as much as a sparrow (though nobody could ever agree what the wind speed velocity of an unladen one was). Said cow was only one and a half times Horus' weight, and so he could lift it. Not with ease, but without struggling too badly.

As they climbed back into the air and the cow continued to struggle and struggle, Horus finished their objective for the mission in his own little way. By dropping it back to the ground. there was an old story that was told to children who kept falling off of things. If you dropped a lady bug down a mineshaft, it would bounce. Drop an elephant down said mineshaft, and it would turn to paste. This may not be an elephant, and it might not be a mineshaft, but it was definitely enough of a fall for it to reach terminal velocity as it plummeted through the sky and slammed back into the ground. That was one walking roast beef that was no longer walking!

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