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Man vs Beast(Mission, Completed) Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:01 am
Guanyin Nanashi
D-rank
Coyote vs. Shinobi(B-rank)
Humanoid beasts of various shapes and sizes surrounded the young man, their menacing claws flexing in time with their deep ragged breaths. Predatory eyes stare intensely at the lone human who had made the mistake of wondering into their lair. Tightly coiled muscles were ready to spring into action at the slightest movement of their prey. It would be unlike that the quarry will run away, it was smart and a crafty one. It knew that escaping is inevitable and thus that only left one alternative. . .TO FIGHT!
Humanoid beasts of various shapes and sizes surrounded the young man, their menacing claws flexing in time with their deep ragged breaths. Predatory eyes stare intensely at the lone human who had made the mistake of wondering into their lair. Tightly coiled muscles were ready to spring into action at the slightest movement of their prey. It would be unlike that the quarry will run away, it was smart and a crafty one. It knew that escaping is inevitable and thus that only left one alternative. . .TO FIGHT!
Not waiting for them to attack, the prey lunged forwarded at the closely abomination, attempting to grasps at the beast neck. Such a foolish mistake. Like clockwork a wide swipe, claws spread outward, sped towards the lunging prey. The beast eyes gleam with excitement at the thought of an easy victory. . .and easy feast for the pack. This would be the case though. Their prey was a slipping one, evident by it ducking underneath the attack and striking the beast in the solar plexus – stunning in momentary. The sound of a knife tearing tearing through flesh ranged out loud, a geyser of blackish liquid painting any and everything close to the flailing, dying beast. The bestial roars of anguish a sweet symphony – music to the prey's ears.
There wasn't any time for the victor to celebrate, for no sooner after the first one fell to the ground with a resounding thud, it's body disintegrated into nothingness, another one attacked. Legs propelling the mighty beast forward, clawed feet digging into the ground, given it traction, right shoulder lower as it attempted a shoulder charged. There wasn't any time to think about a solution for the matter at hand, reversing the grip of the knife to that of a ice-pick fashion, the quarrel got within the guard of the beast, thrusting the knife forward followed by the free hand acting like a hammer and lodging the weapon deeper into the beast flesh. This along with force in which the abomination was charging at led the knife to be plunge to the hilt. It gurgle, blood spewing from it's mouth, splashing onto the opposition. Using unknown strength, the knife was pulled out of it's chest in a twist motion causing even more damage, and leaving a gabbing size wound. It fell like a ton of bricks.
The other beasts were stun. Their prey had just taken out two of their own. The weakling had just killed a family members. The blasphemy is this!? It wasn't suppose to happen like this, it were suppose to be easy. A quick kill and promising feasts. Though this wasn't the thoughts of those who stayed in the back. The senior and more experience members knew the abilities of their prey and expected nothing less from it. The even told this information to the fledglings but like any child they didn't listen. And it ended up with one of their lives being forfeited. Their liquid essence quenching the thirst of their prey. Speaking of prey. . .
The one eyed killer were twirling the knife that painted the smiley face across the fallen beast's neck, any blood on the obsidian colored blade haven been thrown or licked off. The latter being the obvious choice, black stains covering the lower jaw and lips. The single eye locked onto the biggest of the brutes before him who were making his way to the front, the others parting like the red sea – for their leader.
With broken English, and a rough grainy voice the beast began to speak. It's razor sharp teeth, mismatched crooked like they were vehemently disagreeing with each other were presented. “Guanyin Nanashi, the cage is rattling. How much longer before we escape?”
The prey, now identified as Guanyin Nanashi looked at the beast before him – his lone yellow eye staring the those of the obvious leader. He knew what was going to happen next. The leader along with it's pack would leave him alone, going back into the endless void which it came from. The retreating form of the leader and it's group, only prove this point.
Allowing the obsidian knife to twirl aimlessly between his fingers, Nanashi made a crucial mistake of turning his back on the still retreating figures. Having assume that nothing else would occur. The pressure of something pressing down on his shoulder, massive curved claws digging into flesh, blood oozing out slowly. Looking over his shoulder, Nanashi spied the thing who stopped him from leaving.
It was the leader. . .
“I should kill you myself, but what's the fun in that?” It spoke, claws sinking completely into Nanashi's flesh, getting a scream out of the man “But I shall wait. . .for you ain't worth my time. You are still weak. . . but when you become strong, I shall be waiting.” With those words the leader dissolved into nothingness.
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Light from the sun shined through the closed curtains of his home, illuminating and warming the once dark and cool area. Know matter how cold it got outside, Nanashi always kept his room at a cooling temperature. Rays of the sun began to tenderly lick at his cheeks like a puppy trying to wake up it's owner. Eyes fluttered open revealing themselves to the world. Staring up at the ceiling, while trying to collect his thoughts for today.
What exactly did he had planned? He wasn't meeting his student Alessi today. The woman, who had grown fond of was doing her own thing for the next couple of days, Nanashi given her time off to enjoy the simpler things in life – outside of being a shinobi. Kanetsu Shigeki was doing what he always did. The Kanetsu member being Nanashi second student, having joined the 'team' a year or so after Alessi did. Depending one's viewable, the fact that Nanashi haven't taught the man anything could make some see him as a bad teacher. This wasn't exactly the case though. Shigeki just had a habit of doing things on his own, which was perfectly fine with Nanashi. Not like he wanted to teach another.
Though maybe I should schedule something with him. . .
With his students doing their own thing, what was there for Nanashi to do? He could venue to one of the many Tea Houses that litter throughout the country side? Having neglecting to check up on them, making sure there weren't any trouble being caused, as of late. Or maybe he could visit his home? It has been years since he set foot within that small community. It could be a perfect opportunity to pop in and surprise his family? Haven't seeing all of them in awhile, the last time been when he were dating Yanagi Akai. And the last time he saw his mother was when he were in the hospital, and the visit was less than pleasant.
Probably should follow my student example. . .
Nanashi tossed the covers off his nude frame, and began trekking towards the bathroom to freshen up a bit.
Twenty minutes passed before he emerged from the bathroom, steam following behind him like a lost puppy. Moving into his room, Nanashi began to get dressed in his stereotypical garb. Kunai, senbons, scalpel, etc. everything were in the correct place on his person. The head band showing his alliance to Iwa hung loosely on his belt but would soon find its place across his forehead, keeping the bands out of his line of sight. Going over his equipment once more, Nanashi made his way out of his abhor – not before snatching an apple from the fruit dish beside the entrance.
Moving through the streets of Iwagakure no Sato, the lone eye looking around at numerous of people going about their lives without a care in the world. People. Humans in generally fascinated the former geisha immensely, especially civilians or those who never witness the terror of the world around them. They seem to secure. So confident in their surrounds, that many don't realize the danger that lurk next to them. Many don't realize that the person they are having a conversation with in a pedophile who have dipped their kunai into the sheaths of both boys and girls. Or that the friendly clerk at the grocery store is a serial killer who picks out their prey with exception care. You see that kid who like to pull the wings off of butterflies, setting frogs on fire? Yeah, he is a budding psychopath and will eventually kill someone. Or maybe the guy standing near the vendor watching as other go by, would you believe it that they will attempt to rob and assault someone and get away with it? Ah there is a price for being ignorant. And if there is one thing that Nanashi knows is ignorance kills. . .
How easy it would to kill theses people. . .
Shaking those thoughts of his head for now, Nanashi made his way towards the Administration building, hoping to get a mission that allows him to relieve some stress.
Coyotes, Nanashi were tasked to eliminate a group of them that have been attacking and in some cases successfully killing both humans and cattle a like. The mission itself would take him outside of Iwagakure's walls were the landscape itself is more wild and less modernized Iwagakure itself. Those who find themselves leaving there can be considered vagrants, constantly moving, following the migration of the herds or finding new plots of land for their farm animals to feed on. While they do make up the majority of people, there are those who had created small settlements and were living off the land.
Having done the mission once before with Saiyuki, Nanashi knew what to expect from the coyotes. They were smart, clever, and used teamwork better than some shinobi teams. They are also loyal to one another, defending the injured if necessary. Yeah there were a formiable foe for anyone, even for a shinobi like himself. And he knew that he couldn't make any errors in dealing with them, unless he wanted to die. With that in mind, Nanashi cleared his mind, focusing on the task at hand as he continue trekking through the barren land – looking for any signs of the animals.
An hour or more had passed for the resident Iwagakure medic, the silver hair of his shimmering in the sun as he exited the hut of a local resident. Nanashi had stopped there in order to gain information and tips on how to hunt them properly. Luckily the man who agreed to talk with him was a trapper and a hunter, thus knew ways to find theses animals without much trouble. Unfortunately the man wanted to tag along with Nanashi, wanting to get the furs of theses beasts if they weren't damaged much. Nanashi agree to such though he did make it clear for the man to stay out of his way when he dealt with them.
With the help of the hunter, they had founded some fresh coyote tracks and began following them. By the number of tracks it were determine that there were at least five or more in a group. This could potentially be the group that they were looking for. Moving trekking through barren land, the sound of the man scream caused Nanashi to stop and look in his general direction – finding the man being mauled by a pack of coyotes.
Without wasting any time Nanashi created five fire clones, they being ordered to attack the coyotes, while the original got the man out of harms way and healed up his wounds. The clones themselves were holding up pretty well against the animals, dodging and weaving underneath the claw wipes and bites. Finally having enough of this each clone formed a single thread of fire and shot it towards their respective targets, causing them to now be on the defensive. Well they were until one of their own got hit in the leg, howling in pain from the burnt mark.
The five Nanashi used the animals loyalty for one another to kill the others with a well placed kunai into their temple, when they had circled and created a wall a front of the injured comrade. Making sure they were dead, Nanashi dispelled his clones.
The next few minutes were with Nanashi helping the hunter in skinning the animals and dressing up the meat. Once that was done Nanashi made his way back to Iwagakure. . The mission completed.
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