Aggressive defense? You mean everyone dies right? B rank mission

Mission:

Five had been spending the better part of a couple of days simply training his chakra. Forming it and releasing it as he attempted to refine it. Strengthen, bend, stretch and release it. Some black thing that oozed from him along the floor he was sitting on. Peeling the hard wood floor as it went and consuming the slivers like a living thing. A dark ooze that exuded a heavy pressure. It had nothing to do with actual strength. No actual overwhelming power. All it was sending out was a monstrous vibe. To anyone outside the home even crossing on the street it would feel like a strange breeze on the air. Leaves stirring in the overgrown front yard as moss on the chain link fence seemed to almost breath. The large house was dark with only one light on in the living room. The window shuttered closed and moss covering the roof as well. The pain on the door, red in nature, peeled a little to reveal the same color of black as the rest of the house. Children whispered of this place as haunted. Though none of them ever dared another to try and get in. They valued their friends lives too much. They truly believed it was haunted. Their guardians feared much worse.

Luckily there were no neighbors within an acre in any direction. No one to complain to authorities about the strange man that would come and go rarely from that place. The house was registered to the Yurei clan but the clan itself wouldn't go near it. They knew the man within. They knew of him and even those who had met him had no interest in speaking with him. A mixture of fear and disdain for him kept them at bay and he rather liked the seclusion. Yurei five was a unique man. Once known as the white rabbit. He had been an infiltrator. Assigned to gather information and eliminate even the most protected targets. His parents had done what many in the family had done and chosen a safer profession in the market business. They were gone of course but he knew of them. Their pictures mostly faded as they decorated the barely furnished living room. The only light came from the fireplace across from the sectional couch. It's orange light flickering and casting a dim glow against the dark room even as the sun rose outside. Barely breaching the dark room.

Five himself was using a chakra control method to sit on the ceiling of the room. The dark shadows seemed to creep ever further along the walls as his chakra fluctuated. Sweat was dripping off his forehead to a spot on the floor with four drops present there. The room was warm but there would still be a cold chill to anyone who might enter. The red door was barely attached as some foolish person at some point had kicked it in. Who knew where they were now. Five himself was shirtless with his muscles shifting with the shadows as he focused on holding himself there. Shoulder length purple hair hung from his head towards the floor but also seemed to float in the air like someone under water. White shinobi pants covered his bottom half with padded shoes.  His purple eyes stared blankly at the door as he waited. Something new was coming. He could feel it. His mouth shuddered as he swallowed the saliva building. How long it had been since anyone asked him to spill blood. He was growing so bored and he was unsure how much longer it would be before he needed to hunt someone.

Spoiler:

Name: Kubikiribōchō
Item Rank: X
Material Rank: X
Materials Used: Unknown
Description: The Executioner's Blade is a huge broadsword that was forged in the shape of a butcher knife. The blade itself is two meters long, with a handle that is two feet in length. There are two holes in the blade, a circle close to the top and a semi-circular one nearer to the handle. The former is used mostly for a strap while the latter is used primarily to decapitate a downed foe, thus giving the blade its name. The handle is detachable to make carrying it a bit easier.

The blade represents superior craftsmanship and cutting ability being the sharpest and most durable blade out of all the Seven Swords of the Mist. Because of this the Material Rank is +1 rank higher than the other Seven Swords, capping out at X-rank Material Rank.

In addition, given the heft of the blade the user receives a +1 tier to Strength regarding strikes using the blade.

The enchantment in this blade makes it indestructible. The blade can still be damaged and broken down, however the handle and 2 ft. of the blade will always exist. When the blade is laced in blood it can fully be repaired to its full length giving the sword the opportunity to be restored back to its original form.

Requirement: C-tier Strength (two-handed) | B-tier Strength (one-handed)

She would speak and his purple eyes would seem to focus. A haze of red filled them a moment before an eye brow would raise. Panic but not fear. A potent aura that nearly dwarfed the house. Not because of chakra pressure but like him she was undeniably potent. Someone who knew him by name and still would ask for his help. He tilted his head as he smiled slyly to himself. The blood in his veins seemed to run so cold. She needed help but was he one to offer it? Fear he knew but panic meant that she needed him for something a little more desperate. He would silently let himself fall from the ceiling as she turned. His feet tapping the floor. A cold wind would harshly blow against her and swirl the mist as she turned to leave. The door creaking open. It seemed to almost pull her in as the mist seemed to almost creep up the fence and create some tiny barrier that wouldn't stop a squirrel between her and the street. The mist, the door and the wind all seemed to invite her in. Like a hungry thing asking its food to come right into its gaping maw.

If she turned around she would be free to enter the house. There she would see Five slipping into a black v neck t shirt. The closet was open to reveal a series of equipment. He finished dressing and pulled on a flak jacket with a couple of every type of grenade, bomb or flash bang as she entered (if she did. His purple eyes would glance back to her and he would smile as if he knew something special. He would turn back to strapping two trench knives to his thighs as he spoke. "I suppose you wouldn't have come here to me unless someone needed to die. So who is it now? Thieves? Pirates? Rogue ninja? It doesn't really matter but I am curious." He would finish dressing for the occasion for the most part. Tilting his head as he collected a rebreather and a upper half mask of a white rabbit with a red ribbon and a bell hanging from the ear. His eyes shifting to her weapon as he whistled idly. "My my what big teeth you have." He wasn't much for such a heavy weapon himself. But he did appreciate it.

He would turn and walk towards her. Testing her reactions to him as he held his smile. Each step like an instinct for flight or fight. Like a predator was approaching ever closer to her. If she was looking for a killer she could already feel she was in the right place. He didn't exude chakra pressure but his aura was too far from human to be normal. Blood didn't stain his hands. He painted with it. Killing was like an art for him. Kiri was his canvas. He wanted to see how close he could get to her before she flinched. If she didn't he would stop a mere two feet away from her. Lanky pale arms reaching passed her to place his hand on the wall and lean over her slightly. He was certainly tall. His voice though was like a mesmerizing lullaby. Somehow it almost seemed to hypnotize as one listened. There was a strong connection to genjutsu with him. Even the shadows in the room seemed to dance in a wicked way behind him. If she brought him with her, men and anyone else there were going to die in terrible ways. "So, shall we make the undertaker earn his keep?"

Five would ignore the quip about his home needing help and tilt his head as she turned her back on him. Ooh ballsy this one. How easy this opening seemed. Maybe this was a test after all. Still it was tempting for her insolence to be truly tested. Perhaps she was strong but to turn your back on Five was simply...he trailed off on the trail of thought. She was leaving and speaking of leaving the tongues for her. He didn't really keep memorabilia from kills without fame to them. Still he would step through his doorway and mist would begin to swirl around him. When it faded he was wearing steel arm and thigh guards with leather calf, hip and shoulder guards to match his leather vest. The rebreather was firmly strapped to his lower face as the rabbit mask now was strapped to hide his upper face. All of the gear including the trench knives strapped to his thighs seemed of average make. However one thing stood out beyond his casual equipment. It certainly wasn't as impressive as hers but it was unique. An ebony twin sided bladed staff in his right hand. Idly he would use his left to give it a twist and slip both handles into the back of his vest so the curved ebony blades stuck up from his shoulders.

He would smile to her as he caught up though she wouldn't see anything but the smile in his eyes. Purple hues that seemed far to amused for what they were doing. He wasn't going somewhere because someone was out of line and needed to be punished. He was following her because there was killing to be done and he so enjoyed as much. Still he would speak though a little muffled behind the mask.

"Oh you may take whatever trophies you wish. I doubt there would be many there I would consider worth remembering. At best their corpses will bring new life to wherever the village has their mass grave."

He seemed to not care about the idea of the village simply lumping the lot into a pit some where. It was just common practice to him. Truthfully he was under constant surveillance. Seeing if he was likely to turn on his own people. Truth was he didn't consider them his own people. He wasn't helping her on behalf of the village or for pay. He had money. Still he could feel this sense of potency from her. Reaching out and pushing his own back. He wanted to see if she might bleed here. If she might fall before the enemy and be punished for daring, once again, to turn her back on him.

He would be following fairly on pace with her slightly behind and to her right. His eyes seemed alert but whenever she glanced back to him those purple eyes would seem to swivel back and make eye contact with her for a moment. Something in those eyes suggested more but he didn't really seem to interested in closing the distance between them. She inquired of his preferences. Analyzing him perhaps? What was she looking to learn he wondered. Still why hide it? "Why can't on enjoy both? The better the hunt the sweeter the kill. People that don't know to flee usually hide in numbers. Once you start to separate them then it becomes a real hunt. A scramble for survival. You will see. " He would smile behind his mask until they started to slow down. Her tone dropped and she spoke quieter now. As if trying to be quieter now. She said they weren't worth remembering so he wasn't sure why she wasn't strutting through the front door. Perhaps she was cautious due to not knowing the strength or numbers of the enemy. He would tilt his head before rolling his neck with a crack and his eyes would slowly begin to grow red. Oh! A look out.

He would idly draw one of the halves of Harbinger and swish it in the air a couple of times. Speaking in a calm and casual tone as he walked ahead of her. Nothing subtle or quiet about him. "A pawn? Oh no my dear. I swear fealty to no king. A queen on the other hand....a man could be convinced." He would look to her with another side tilt of his head and suddenly the hand holding the weapon would swing out to the tree next to him. There was the sound of flesh being torn and then a thunk of the weapon into the wood. A man who had been hiding there behind the tree fell to his knee's before his head fell to the side next to him. His body finally thudding to the ground after it as a surprised face rolled to look at her. Eyes still with life fading from them as those glowing red eyes watched the life energy fade. Life from their eyes? Ha ha ha what a joke. He could very much see the life itself fade. Still slowly those glowing red eyes would twitch to look ahead of them as he spoke.

"Oh my, It seems there are only five of them left. I was hoping there would be more. They seem to have camped up ahead. This was their look out it seemed. Only two of them are of any real threat but even than. Disappointing. Do you mind if I play a little?"

Name: Water Clone Technique
Rank: C
Cost: -
Range: 25 m.
Speed: -
Element: Water
Skill: Ninjutsu
Classification: N/A
Requirement: N/A
Parent Technique: N/A
Handseals: Tiger
Description: By using water as a medium, the user can create one or more clones of themselves. While the clones can perform techniques, they only possess one-tenth of the user's chakra and cannot go too far from the original. The clones can also be used as medium to perform other Water Release techniques, as demonstrated by Kisame when he reverted their arms into water to perform the Water Prison Technique. When these clones are struck with a sufficient amount of force they will revert to their water form. The clones can be created anywhere within a 25 m. range of the user, unlike the Shadow Clone technique which requires clones to be created next to the user (such ranged spawning would require the clone to be spawned from a pre-existing source of water)
Drawbacks: When casting this technique the user's stamina must be above 30% in order to maintain control over his/her clones. In addition, the user must maintain general concentration to maintain their clone's presence. If at any time the user is inflicted with heavy damage in contrast with their Constitution all clones will be dispersed. The user must be within 25 m. of their clone.

A simple rule. No civilians. Oh well it was irrelevant so long as they did their job here. After all they were alone and away from any civilian used roads or establishments. If he wanted to he could just wipe out the entire area. With one massive gust of wind later there would be nothing left for a large space in front of them but wasteland. It would be over quickly. But that would be just so very droll. He would chuckle at the mention and leave his weapon in the tree a moment. He was certain he could have his fun now. Those red eyes glowing in the dark around him. It seemed to crawl up the tree's as he chuckled. Hardly disturbed by the bloody mess she just made of herself. It wasn't the first time he had seen a human body taken apart. Though the tool she used certainly made quick work of his lower skull. Impressive. Still he would tilt his head and smile a little to himself as he collected two smoke canisters from his leather chest piece. From the pockets on the front. Or rather the pouches meant to house such things. Speaking as he did so.

"Pawns would suggest there was something they could do to fight back. Thing is, I'm not playing chess. "He would wink to her before Pulling the tabs from both smoke grenades and throwing them hard to where he knew the enemy was. Both canisters would hit nearby them and quickly begin filling the area with smoke. Five would collect his weapon from the tree and begin the hunt. He would move into the smoke like it didn't deter him at all. Which to be fair it really didn't. He could see exactly where the enemy was and their life force. The men rose up quickly and drew weapons. Standing in a circle facing out around the fire. Waiting for an attack. However Five was moving quickly since he could see just fine. When the smoke split apart the man he targeted first was too slow. A slash across his throat left him gurgling before he was kicked in the chest. Slamming back through the fire and scattering it with a gurgling scream. Dousing the light as Five returned back into the smoke with a laugh. Suddenly plunged into smoke and darkness the men were panicked and blinded. They began to call out if anyone saw him. Five simply waited before focusing some chakra. Suddenly he was on another one as he shoulder checked the man into the mist. There was a scream that echoed through the darkness. There was a crunching noise as the scream filled the air. Tormented and in pain. And then suddenly it was gone. A moment later, another head rolled into the center of the remaining three. Their breath labored as their panicked eyes tried to see through the smoke. One caught a glimpse of glowing red eyes watching him and screamed in defiance.

"Come at me straight your coward!"

Five would smile as his red eyes watched the life fade from those he had slain. Mere bags of meat and bones now with horror painted on their expressions. He would kneel down a moment and drag his index and middle finger of his right hand down the cheek of one of the two he had slain as they gurgled and tried to speak to no avail. Tilting his head as he looked into their eyes. The last thing they would see was a white rabbit with red eyes watching them die. Slowly the light in their eyes faded and then they stared at nothing. He cared little for what his mission partner did. He was in the midst of the first kill mission he had been allowed since they released him. Aside from the men he killed during the prison attack, the other inmates to save the guard, it had been so long and now he had the tools to do as he wished. His weapons returned to him. With a smile he would dig his finger into the death wound and use the blood to draw a smiling rabbit on the dead mans forehead. He didn't have his cards yet but he did have a signature to maintain.

The man yelling continued to scream generic challenges. Really all that noise was just killing his vibe. He was trying to enjoy his current victim. Couldn't the next one simply wait? It always was like this. Oh no you killed my friend, imma kill you! Or I am the great bla bla bla and you will fall before my bla bla bla. Really people were just the worst. Still this insolence could not go unanswered. As five would rise to his feet the air would fill with a great menace, Like a pressure falling on everyone there. A growl echoing in the air as malice was palpable now. He was there for fun before. He didn't care what they had done as it hadn't grievanced himself. Now this nobody would talk like he could do anything about his predicament. The smoke would suddenly seem to push away from the area as Five stood facing the three. Shoulders hunched and head tilted to the side as the bell on his ear jingled. Red eyes fading to purple as they stared at the man who did all the talking. The man would shake with sword in hand before letting out a scream and charging forward blindly. Sword raised to strike down.

Five waited with his harbinger split into two long handled blades. He waited until the man drew close and swung before swinging his own. The ebony cutting through the iron like a ribbon. Leaving the panicked man with but a handle. Five stepped passed him and with a thud thrust both blades behind him into the mans sides before ripping them out and letting the man fall as his insides poured out of him. The other two looked on in horror as five stood there waiting for them again. One of the two turned and tried to run but Five let him. He wanted to see how the other one operated after all.

Name: Body Flicker Technique
Rank: D
Power: C
Activation Cost: 5
Upkeep Cost: -
Range: 50m
Speed: -
Element: -
Skill: Ninjutsu
Classification: Open
Requirements: -
Parent Technique: -
Hand Seals: Half Tiger
Description: This technique enhances the user's movements by fortifying their step with chakra. This is essentially a burst of energy to make their body function at higher speeds. This technique boosts the user's movement speed by one tier up to 100 meters. If at any time they stop running they must require an reactivation. The hand seal may be held to constantly refresh the 100 meter limit providing a constant speed increase.
Weaknesses: Just like a full sprint the user must remain in a straight line in order to benefit from the bonus. If the user were to change direction they must reactivate the technique.

Name: Lightning Release: Young Lightning
Rank: C
Power: C
Activation Cost: 5
Upkeep Cost: 3
Range: Melee
Speed: N/A
Element: Lightning
Skill: Ninjutsu
Classification: N/A
Requirements: N/A
Parent Technique: N/A
Hand Seals: Snake -> Rabbit -> Rat
Description: The user charges a single hand with electricity. Upon striking an opponent, they release the chakra in a sudden burst shocking them on top of the physical impact.
Weaknesses: N/A

Name: Dance of the Blossom
Rank: C
Activation Cost: -
Upkeep Cost: 3
Range: -
Speed: -
Element: -
Skill: Taijutsu or Kenjutsu
Classification:Kaguya Clan (Open)
Requirements: -
Parent Technique: -
Hand Seals: -
Description: This is the first fighting style many Kaguya are required to adopt first before moving onto other practices. Being the baseline for many of the clan's techniques this is the primary style many Kaguya members use as their martial art. This is because it is highly versatile allowing it to be incorporated into many tools as well as being sufficient on its own accord.

Dance of the Blossom boosts the user's Coordination by +2 advantages and Strength by +2 advantages.
Weaknesses: -

Five would casually watch her dance forward to deal with the escapee at incredible speeds. So she was decently capable after all. Those water clones were their own danger but they spoke of an elemental affinity for her. Not something he was particularly strong against. Her motions and stances were also interesting. He would need to write down his observations later and make a file on her. Like so many files he had acquired as of yet. His opponent was shaking and looking to his now dead escaped friend. Was he letting his attention falter from Five? Oh the poor boy. He was the last left standing which meant one thing. He got it the worst. Whatever had led him to this point in his life had clearly been a mistake. He wouldn't survive but he wouldn't die easy either. Casually when the boy stared at his friend getting slaughtered by the woman Five would sheath his larger weapon. Instead he would pull out a flash bomb and activate it. Tossing it right in the last man standings face as he turned to look back at five. Catching the full effect of it a mere foot from his eyes as Five had timed it beautifully.

Five has covered his own eyes and listened to the popping noise as the man screamed. Dropping his weapons. When Five looked back the man was on his back holding his eyes. Screaming as he had been virtually blinded perhaps permanently by the flash bomb that close. He might never see again even if he were to survive this. Five would smile and wink to the woman who recruited him before pulling out his trench knives and move forward. His mask still on. So again the smile would only be seen in his eyes. Idly Five would pin the man down with a knee on his chest and use the two trench knives to slam down on the hands of the man and nail him to the ground. His scream echoing out. Five would then let go of the knives once he was sure they were in pretty solidly. His left hand going to grip the man by the chin firmly and his right lifting to his rebreather with a shh looking hand symbol.

"Shh shh it's okay sweet pea....its okay. Shh now. Nothing else bad has to happen to you if you simply cooperate. My lady friend has a question or two for you. You wouldn't lie to her now would you? That would make me sad and I just....I don't deal well with being made sad."

Name: Shatter Palm
Rank: C
Activation Cost: 5
Range: Self
Speed: -
Element: N/A
Skill: Taijutsu
Classification: Open
Requirements: N/A
Parent Technique: Arhat Fist
Hand Seals: -
Description: The user thrusts their palm towards their opponent in an attempt to damage them or break through their guard.

Boosts Strength for the thrust by +1 tier.

Weaknesses: N/A

Five would shift to be more to the side after she placed her sword next to the mans face. Oh well that was a nice touch. As the man gained his vision back that giant blade would fill the majority of his peripheral. A good statement. The woman sat on the man and tapped his knee. Five's own knee holding pressure on the mans chest. She would speak of course and Five would smile as he listened to bones cracking. He didn't need to look back to know this man couldn't walk anymore. By the sound of it the knee cap had been both cracked along the bone itself and then dislocated from the joint. The man screamed some more and Five rolled his eyes. Oh for the love of saints this was so noisy. Well, the pain was intentionally looking for enough for a reaction but this one was such a drama queen. They weren't even to the skinning part yet. She was asking the questions as it was her mission after all. Still he was wishing to hold his own as far as the intimidation game came. The man seemed to be struggling to get up with a whimper as she mentioned wanting answers. He was resisting her. What a poor choice. Five would lean down and whisper in the mans ear.

"Before you go thinking, oh soon I will just pass out from the pain or simply die, I want to show you something. This can go on for longer than you could imagine."

Five's left hand would playfully bob the mans nose before his right hand and only his right hand would form the seals for Ox into tiger. After which a green glow would form over his hand and he would place it on the side of the mans knee. There would be another crack and a pop as it broke back into place and healed. The injury she had just done was mostly undone but the pain of it being undone was the same as having it done in the first place. Five would lift his hand and brush his knuckles against his chest briefly before speaking again. "You see anything she does can be undone and done over again. So I would speak and speak quickly because we have a certain level of imagination and a lot of time on our hands. You can see how that is terrible news for you yes?"

Mystical Palm technique:

Name: Demonic Illusion: Hell's Viewing
Rank: D
Activation Cost: 3
Range: 0 - 20 m.
Speed: C
Element: N/A
Skill: Genjutsu
Classification: Open
Requirements: N/A
Parent Technique: N/A
Hand Seals: Snake -> Rat
Description: This is a Genjutsu that reveals the fears that dwell inside people's hearts. Everyone has an image of the one thing they wouldn't want to ever see. This Genjutsu is a technique that draws forth such an image from within the heart and has one mistake it for reality. First, an imaginary circle of leaves will spin around and envelop the target, falling away shortly after. After a short period, the illusion will begin. This is to make the illusion more convincing, since the user will likely have moved before the illusion sets in. If the mental image is a gruesome one, the shock will be accordingly great.

Once cast, this technique takes two posts to set in dealing D-rank psychological damage. If the user chooses, the victim may wait three posts to deal C-rank psychological damage. This technique is triggered by the user sending their chakra at their opponent. This must connect and the user must be aware of their target's position with no obstructions in the way.

Weaknesses: N/A

Five would sigh and shift off the man. There was significant blood loss now coming from those hands as he tried to struggle. He was accomplishing nothing. Nor was their interrogation. At this point if he couldn't get his hands free he wasn't going anywhere. Five would rise to his feet and plant the heel of one of his boots on the knife in the kids hand. Using it as a foot stool as it dug in deeper. He listened for a moment as he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a metal container with a joker card on the front. He would casually open it with a click of a button as it flipped open in his hand. He would collect a pre-rolled smoke from within and flip it into his lips. Listening to the two talk as she further explained his situation. Put simply the guy was fucked. But how fucked was dependent on his answers. Five would light his smoke with a match before taking a long drag off of it. Blowing out different smoke shapes with a minimal flex of chakra. Purple eyes glancing down at the man. They needed to step it up a notch.

Five would take another drag before shifting to crouch next to the big sword as his fingers danced down the blade idly. As the man finished speaking Five would release his drag and move the hand from the sword to taking the cigarette from his lips. Holding it between him and the man. He was clearly not getting it. So Five would explain. His voice calm and collected as if he didn't care about the horrors he was explaining. "Listen, I don't care about the why, the how, the when or anything besides the who and where. You can sit here and plead for some sort of understanding but they didn't send negotiators. They sent psychopaths. You are going to die. But how horribly and if its quick is up to you. Now, a science lesson. The end of this cigarette burns at around five hundred and eighty degree's Celsius. It causes major second to minor third degree burns if say I put it out slowly on your arm here. Thing is I am impatient. So instead if one of the next things that comes out of your mouth isn't a who or where, I am going to press it into your eyeball. Did you know those can pop under extreme heat?"

[quote="Bones!"]
1 Post until Demonic Illusion: Hell's Viewing takes effect

Name: Shadow Clone Technique
Rank: B
Power: -
Activation Cost: -
Upkeep Cost: -
Range: 1 km.
Speed: -
Element: -
Skill: Ninjutsu
Classification: General Technique
Requirements: -
Parent Technique: -
Hand Seals: Clone seal or Tiger
Description: The Shadow Clone technique creates replicas of the user, similar to the Clone Technique, but these clones are corporeal instead of illusions. Clones spawn next to the user. The clones are capable of performing techniques, including the Shadow Clone Technique itself, on their own and can even bleed, but will usually disperse after hit by a strong enough force. The clones can also disperse on their own or be dispelled by the user of the technique. This technique splits the user's chakra equally amongst however many clones they create.
Weaknesses: In addition, the user must maintain general concentration to maintain their clone's presence. If at any time the user is inflicted with heavy damage in contrast with their Constitution all clones will be dispersed. Also the user must not fall under the exhaustion threshold (below 30% their chakra) to maintain or create clones. Clones have a max base Constitution of C (or lower if the user's base constitution is lower). If the user has natural S-Tier Constitution then it can be improved to B. If a clone has lower than 30 chakra, they will also be subject to the exhaustion penalty as per the Stamina rules.

Five would listen as the negotiations started and take a droll turn. He had caved after all. So little torture was needed. Five minutes and they had the information. He would let out a smoke ring with a jesters face in the center that quickly whisked away into nothing. She had told Five he could have his fun but truth was the mouse was already caught and could no longer get away. He supposed he could heal it some more but at some point even a cat had to let a mouse die. If not for the adrenaline and pain likely this one would have been dying and weak from blood loss already. Besides that Five had insinuated the man would die quicker if he spoke. Which he had. A new base with more enemies. Five would nod slowly as she got off the poor man and told him she had what she needed. With that she went about collecting bodies and likely preparing executions of the corpses. Ahh well what a day to be alive. The smoke had mostly faded from the area now as Five took another drag and drew half of Harbinger. His purple eyes looking through the rabbit mask at the man nailed to the ground.

"Shh shh little puppet. Close your eyes and the White rabbit will take you on your greatest adventure. Shh shh...its time for a dream."

The man would weep but do as instructed. No one wanted to die but he also didn't want to suffer any longer. Five would spin the weapon into a reverse grip and aim it carefully. With the practice of a surgeon he would slam it down through the brain stem. Severing the connection immediately and ending the mans life with no more pain. He may be a monster but he did keep to his words at least. He would smile beneath his masks and kneel down. Pulling free his weapons harshly before wiping them all off on the enemies clothing. Well they weren't enemies anymore. Just remnants. Symbols of Kiri's brutal response to actions against her people. He would tuck away all three weapons and rise back up to wait at the edge of camp on a crate for her to do her little ritual. Not touching any tongues as promised. Simply finishing a smoke between blood stained fingers. Simply tucking it into the open air filter he had removed to do so *Because I forgot about face mask.*

Five would finish his smoke and finally take off his mask. Letting both the rebreather and the bunny mask dangle around his neck as she worked. All the targets in the area were very dead. No chance of anyone escaping to come after him later. His purple eyes still scanned the forest before listening to the thunk of her at work. Collecting tongues. How unique. Well it was a decent way to confirm a kill for any mission requirements. He would tilt his head as he flicked the butt into the scattered remains of the fire. Watching it shrivel and burn away. He would pull a joker card out of his pouch and toss it idly onto the line of corpses. The blood soaking into it just enough to stick to them. A signature of his own of course. It was an old one but the legend of the white rabbit would return. This gruesome scene was exactly what he wanted to be brought up in the same breath as the name white rabbit. The jester in the bloodied card was also wearing a white rabbit mask. Fear was a powerful influencing tool if properly taken advantage of. He intended to do just that to any would be bandits.

Still she would speak up as she finished her good works and collected the last tongue. He would tilt his head and eye her for a moment before lifting his hands in a shrug. Speaking calmly, his voice still so hypnotic. Inviting anyone listening to almost slumber. "It would be a waste not to let them see the error of their ways and stew in it a minute. I personally like my prey a little panicked. I say leave both to me. I will stay here some distance away and wait for their friends to investigate. Following them back to their base and getting a good look at it. After all I can sit a good distance away and never have to step foot inside to see what they have for defenses. Nothing can hide from my eyes." He would wink a moment. Wondering if she knew the truth of his words. He was one of the only known Yurei Shinobi. But his blood line was built for seeing everything. His eyes could not be easily blocked and he was a specialist in that way. To be honest he could sit in his home and look into the administration building if he wanted.

Five would smile as she mentioned them not showing up for some time. He would pick up a stick and begin to rummage through a trash pile with it. Knocking through some consumed food supplies and empty beer cans. He would listen to her quietly for a moment before glancing with a tilted head to her. Speaking in response to the first statement. "Oh I wouldn't worry about that. These supplies suggest they were well fed and didn't worry about receiving their next meal. I also don't see any of the looted treasure here. With that in mind the other camp is likely the main base and these were just poor little foot soldiers. Considering they don't have any food left I would say a resupply was expected soon. Leave the bodies and mangled heads in separate piles and it will send our message. I bet I won't even be spending the night." He would chuckle a little before idly tossing the stick. As if bored with searching through the camp already. He would find a tree stump and settle on it as he stifled a yawn with one pale hand. His left knee crossing over his right knee comfortably.

He would raise an eyebrow at her questions about his medical knowledge. A wickedly mischievous smile spreading across those pink lips as smoldering purple eyes looked to her own. He didn't suspect he could seduce her but it would be fun to try. Not that he was really attracted to anyone anyway. Still she seemed to match his crazy. Was this friendship? Well it was hard to tell. Still he would reply to her nonchalantly. His top foot swaying back and forth casually. "Oh that? I had about a decade with nothing better to do in a deep dark cell in prison. A lot of time to study and practice when even the guards avoid you. As for the hospital. That would be up to the Kage, whatever their name is. I'm on a bit of a parole. See if I can be a good boy for them."

Five would listen as she kicked a head. Watching it roll some distance before he licked his teeth. So she had some influence? Well he might have to see if he could utilize that for himself. He could always kill her later if she turned on him he supposed. Not directly maybe but he would have time to study her habits and weaknesses. To find when was the best time to strike if he ever had to. They always turned on him. Calling him a Psycho or claiming his madness would be the undoing of the nation. Words hurt too you know. Just not in the same way as knives. Still he liked the idea of the warehouse more. However he would keep that to himself. If they moved in that direction it needed to be her idea. He could drop hints or make small inconvenient problems if things didn't go his way. Still at the mention of those following him he glanced passed her towards the woods and the mist. Oh he was certain they were there. Just out of sight. Watching his actions here. He would smile and wiggle his fingers absently at nothing. A sort of 'yeah, talking about you.' Still he would finally stand up and stretch.

"We can continue the conversation if you wish to. However if we do we need to move out of immediate sight. It defeats the purpose of waiting if they show up and we are still here."