1 Digging Up the Corpses (S-Rank/Open) Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:14 am
Bokuden
D-rank
Io has been located on the battle-field with a host of fresh bodies and is moving for the front Gates of Kirigakure to attack the ceremony. Eliminate the puppeted ninja and halt their ghastly funeral procession.
“How do I even let myself get involved in shit like this?” Bokuden thought to himself as he replayed the intercepted message in his head, an amused smirk curving across his lips, not that it could be seen beneath his ANBU mask, “No wonder these fools were so easily forced on the defensive by this Seven Bells and his group of missing ninja. In a state of emergency with the enemy so close to your base of operation one would think that they would take greater care to secure their lines of communication." Using a receiver he had appropriated from the body of a slain Kirigakure shinobi Bokuden had accidentally overheard the message being broadcast to the defending forces, revealing the location of what he could only assume was a major player in the invading forces. There was no reason that they would be identifying this person by first name alone had they not been a priority target, meaning that they were also more than likely to be strong.
Given the current state that the village found itself in, the fact that this man was dangerous enough for even foot soldiers to be able to recognize him with just that little bit of information did not bode well for the shinobi of Kirigakure. It might have been more prudent for Bokuden to simply wait in the wings and allow the Kirigakure forces to engage the target, using the opportunity to spectate and analyze as much information about this Io as he possibly could, but he didn’t particularly trust any Kirigakure shinobi to be of any use to him even as a sacrificial lamb. Also, this siege was progressing more slowly than he had hoped and the fact that a major piece in the war was revealing himself was a good sign. If things were truly about to escalate then he would be able to expedite the process so that he could actually do his job and get out of this hell hole. Besides, for a conflict of this magnitude, the quality of opposition he had faced up to this point had been terribly disappointing. Bokuden did not enjoy unnecessary conflict, but disliked having to fight enemies so far beneath him that he actually felt guilty for having to kill them even more so.
For a job like this however, he would be unable to just waltz about in street clothes and pretend to be just another face in the crowd like he had been doing up until this point. A high priority target would undoubtedly draw far too much attention to allow his face to be seen. For this engagement he was forced to don his ANBU uniform for the first time since arriving in Kirigakure. Temporarily abandoning all personal belongings of his and clothing that would hint at any kind of uniqueness outside of the ANBU uniform, other than a black compression short sleeved tee shirt in order to hide his shoulder tattoos, Bokuden would suit up for the task at hand. A simple armored grey vest accompanied by armguards were fastened snugly to Bokuden’s person, otherwise outfitted in all black; standard for ANBU almost universally in order for their identities in uniform to remain hidden. To accomplish that end he of course wore the signature ANBU porcelain mask, choosing his to be the most generic looking one of all as to hide any trace of individuality further.
He would perform one last inspection of his inventory to confirm that he had not forgotten any of his shinobi tools and that they had all been placed in the right compartments on his person. “Assorted projectile weapons? Check. Wire? Check,” Bokuden thought to himself, flipping through his mental Rollodex as he touched his hand to each object while checking them off the list, continuing in this manner until completion, “Well, that’s everything I suppose. Now that I’m all set, I guess there is no point in sitting around here anymore. It’s time to bury some puppeteers.”
Bending at the knees slightly Bokuden would propel himself forward off of the rooftop on which he was standing and on to a neighboring one. Upon reaching the next rooftop he would land softly, allowing his knees to give ever so slightly once again and using the force to spring himself forward once again. Doing so he both minimized the noise of the travel he made as he moved along the rooftops, avoiding any loud “thudding” noises as his feet hit the surface below, and maximized his travel efficiency. It was all like one continuous, fluid image in motion; the mechanics and body control exhibited by his movements a masterpiece of physical training and muscle memorization. It would be in this manner that he darted through the village, rooftop to rooftop, aiming to get to the designated location, hopefully before things got out of hand.
The designated location, as explicated in the initial transmission was the front gates of the village; a bold location to launch a strike, especially one that seemingly consists of only this one person. The choice of from where this Io would attack reeked of blatant disregard for the forces of Kirigakure and their abilities in combat. For one man to an attack on a village right at their front door with nothing but some puppets at his side was bold; foolish, but bold. Either way this attack was clearly meant not only to serve as a strike, but as a psychological warning shot against the village; a reminder that there is no person and no place in the village safe from their attacks, that there was no fear of retaliation in the minds of the Seven Bells troops. They would not so much as flinch at the thought of meeting resistance. It was an aggressive tactic.
It would not take long for Bokuden to reach the front gates of the village and take his position atop the highest wall from which he could await the arrival of this Io. A handful of other shinobi had beaten him to the spot, but by the looks of anxiety and nervousness on their faces they were most likely just acting on orders. This whole Seven Bells ordeal had shaken up some of these men pretty badly; a bad condition to be in when fighting for one’s life. They wouldn’t be any help to him in this fight. If he was lucky they would all just clear the way for him to do as he pleased without having to worry about accidentally killing them while they spaced out in terror. He would sigh heavily as he took a knee, reducing the amount of his body that would actually be visible from ground level in order to allow himself to moniter the situation down below with a bird’s eye view while not being completely visible. Here he would await the arrival of this Io and if need be confront him at the gate, but if he was lucky one of these Kiri shinobi would be able to handle it without him having to babysit them.
Mission Completion: 1226/3500
“How do I even let myself get involved in shit like this?” Bokuden thought to himself as he replayed the intercepted message in his head, an amused smirk curving across his lips, not that it could be seen beneath his ANBU mask, “No wonder these fools were so easily forced on the defensive by this Seven Bells and his group of missing ninja. In a state of emergency with the enemy so close to your base of operation one would think that they would take greater care to secure their lines of communication." Using a receiver he had appropriated from the body of a slain Kirigakure shinobi Bokuden had accidentally overheard the message being broadcast to the defending forces, revealing the location of what he could only assume was a major player in the invading forces. There was no reason that they would be identifying this person by first name alone had they not been a priority target, meaning that they were also more than likely to be strong.
Given the current state that the village found itself in, the fact that this man was dangerous enough for even foot soldiers to be able to recognize him with just that little bit of information did not bode well for the shinobi of Kirigakure. It might have been more prudent for Bokuden to simply wait in the wings and allow the Kirigakure forces to engage the target, using the opportunity to spectate and analyze as much information about this Io as he possibly could, but he didn’t particularly trust any Kirigakure shinobi to be of any use to him even as a sacrificial lamb. Also, this siege was progressing more slowly than he had hoped and the fact that a major piece in the war was revealing himself was a good sign. If things were truly about to escalate then he would be able to expedite the process so that he could actually do his job and get out of this hell hole. Besides, for a conflict of this magnitude, the quality of opposition he had faced up to this point had been terribly disappointing. Bokuden did not enjoy unnecessary conflict, but disliked having to fight enemies so far beneath him that he actually felt guilty for having to kill them even more so.
For a job like this however, he would be unable to just waltz about in street clothes and pretend to be just another face in the crowd like he had been doing up until this point. A high priority target would undoubtedly draw far too much attention to allow his face to be seen. For this engagement he was forced to don his ANBU uniform for the first time since arriving in Kirigakure. Temporarily abandoning all personal belongings of his and clothing that would hint at any kind of uniqueness outside of the ANBU uniform, other than a black compression short sleeved tee shirt in order to hide his shoulder tattoos, Bokuden would suit up for the task at hand. A simple armored grey vest accompanied by armguards were fastened snugly to Bokuden’s person, otherwise outfitted in all black; standard for ANBU almost universally in order for their identities in uniform to remain hidden. To accomplish that end he of course wore the signature ANBU porcelain mask, choosing his to be the most generic looking one of all as to hide any trace of individuality further.
He would perform one last inspection of his inventory to confirm that he had not forgotten any of his shinobi tools and that they had all been placed in the right compartments on his person. “Assorted projectile weapons? Check. Wire? Check,” Bokuden thought to himself, flipping through his mental Rollodex as he touched his hand to each object while checking them off the list, continuing in this manner until completion, “Well, that’s everything I suppose. Now that I’m all set, I guess there is no point in sitting around here anymore. It’s time to bury some puppeteers.”
Bending at the knees slightly Bokuden would propel himself forward off of the rooftop on which he was standing and on to a neighboring one. Upon reaching the next rooftop he would land softly, allowing his knees to give ever so slightly once again and using the force to spring himself forward once again. Doing so he both minimized the noise of the travel he made as he moved along the rooftops, avoiding any loud “thudding” noises as his feet hit the surface below, and maximized his travel efficiency. It was all like one continuous, fluid image in motion; the mechanics and body control exhibited by his movements a masterpiece of physical training and muscle memorization. It would be in this manner that he darted through the village, rooftop to rooftop, aiming to get to the designated location, hopefully before things got out of hand.
The designated location, as explicated in the initial transmission was the front gates of the village; a bold location to launch a strike, especially one that seemingly consists of only this one person. The choice of from where this Io would attack reeked of blatant disregard for the forces of Kirigakure and their abilities in combat. For one man to an attack on a village right at their front door with nothing but some puppets at his side was bold; foolish, but bold. Either way this attack was clearly meant not only to serve as a strike, but as a psychological warning shot against the village; a reminder that there is no person and no place in the village safe from their attacks, that there was no fear of retaliation in the minds of the Seven Bells troops. They would not so much as flinch at the thought of meeting resistance. It was an aggressive tactic.
It would not take long for Bokuden to reach the front gates of the village and take his position atop the highest wall from which he could await the arrival of this Io. A handful of other shinobi had beaten him to the spot, but by the looks of anxiety and nervousness on their faces they were most likely just acting on orders. This whole Seven Bells ordeal had shaken up some of these men pretty badly; a bad condition to be in when fighting for one’s life. They wouldn’t be any help to him in this fight. If he was lucky they would all just clear the way for him to do as he pleased without having to worry about accidentally killing them while they spaced out in terror. He would sigh heavily as he took a knee, reducing the amount of his body that would actually be visible from ground level in order to allow himself to moniter the situation down below with a bird’s eye view while not being completely visible. Here he would await the arrival of this Io and if need be confront him at the gate, but if he was lucky one of these Kiri shinobi would be able to handle it without him having to babysit them.
Mission Completion: 1226/3500