Working Out the Kinks [Mission]

In The Land of The Blind...:

Entering thread masked and unarmed as Butterfly.

It had been so long since he’d walked free. The man knew that he’d have to get back to his home village eventually. How much things must have changed since the last time he'd been there. All that time in that dark, flat constrained place. His mind would would return there as bare feet of a woman dress simply in a black pants and a sleeveless sweater carried him forward on the cold dirt. A "good deed" would serve as a suitable distraction as his mind shook off the shackles of terror. These poor men were about to suffer for the sins of a vile creature they'd never even met. How truly dreadful. A single window filled with the light of a lantern about a kilometer out caught his eye. "This should do." The masked butterfly would calmly and slowly lower onto all fours before sprinting full speed towards the residence the Yakuza had built in to the small Spire.

With wide gait, she covered the distance under the stealth of the starless night. Inside few silent moments would pass as two men sat silently in their third story room reading a local paper. In the dim light of the fireplace they discussed the oncoming war, and their bosses' plans to take advantage of the distraction to maybe find better living quarters to take care of their people. Casually the man closest to the window would speak as his eyes trailed lazily from the paper to the window, "Yo, Dirt. Get your bow. Looks like there's another wolf outside." As his eyes wandered back to his paper and away from the approaching creature outside, he'd kick his feet up. It wouldn't be the first time a hungry scavenger got bold, even just counting tonight.

Dirt wouldn’t even bother heading upstairs to the balcony, he’d done this a thousand times. He would simply raise the window and take aim. Known for his quick draw technique, he thought to get in a little practice firing off multiple arrows in quick succession - 1 - 2 - 3 - intercepting the beast’s path. Things didn’t go so simply. Dirt would take a step back, eyes wide in horror, as his companion would look up from his paper just in time to see three arrows pierce through Dirt’s chest. The now gasping man would tumble backwards in the last moments before his strength left him. The other man would freeze for only a moment as his mind tried to wrap around what had just happened to Dirt. The paper would fall to the ground as the other man would rush to Dirt, still clinging to life, and grab the bow off of him. He wasn't great with it, but it was the only ranged weapon in the room. Moving slowly to the window, the man peered into the night. The wolf was gone.

A second passed. No sign of the wolf. Then two. No sign of the wolf. Then three as a hand would jet from outside of the window grabbing the terrified man's face and muffling his screams. As he was pulled into the outside to the masked figure, he knew. "Shhh. Sh sh sh sh." She'd whisper into his ear as she clung to the brick beside of the window her other hand and her feet gripping the wall tight. When the man didn't stop, she'd with a disappointed sigh clinically slam him into the wall until the noise stopped and his eyes rolled into to the back of his head. He was surprisingly sturdy, or she was rusty. Either way the woman's figure hidden by the night would be the last thing he'd see.

It wouldn't take her long to clean up the room. She'd place both men on chairs. They'd probably be fine. She wasn't aiming for their vitals, and, if they couldn't at least take that much, then they should no better than to do crime in a country apparently full of ninja. "Assuming Kumo exists," she'd whisper. The door would open into the hallway, and she'd close it behind her before entering the room across the hall. "Who're?" The stone door would close and the hall would go silent for a few moments. The door would open again, and the masked woman would head down the hall opening another door. "An intr...?" Once more the hallway would silence a confused man's voice. It was a simple task for the woman. Four more times she would enter and leave the rooms of this floor each time calmly moving to the next area. She'd head back down the hallway back towards where she started taking the stairs quietly to the next floor. She'd disappear into that floor's hall 30 seconds would pass and she'd calmly descend the stairs again into the hall of the ground floor. 30 more seconds and she'd be descending into the basement level. Here she'd be met with a simple stone door.

And this door too would open up like all of the rest. The woman stood at the door frame taking in the papers on the floor, the chair too far from the desk, and the lantern still ignited. There was no one visible, but she could smell the cheap cigar smoke. Carefully she’d step into the room, and out from a shadow a man would come out swinging his sword wind coalesced into blade would race from one side of the room to the other. The man had appeared from behind the door moments after Naganori entered the room. Instinct beckoned forth a tail whose seal had long since faded, so with a quick burst the masked bent backwards away from the ninja as the invisible blade ripped through cloth and mask. As the jutsu cleaved through ceiling and wall, she'd snap back up entering the man's range of motion as he went in for another swing.

Catching his hands that swung the sword down with her left hand was child's play. The man obviously was a one trick pony, but as she clenched her right to send him into a sweet goodnight, a crack would climb up her mask, causing her to hesitate. With but a breath it would splinter in two. "A fucking woman?!" The Yakuza boss would yell. The slight rip on her shirt had exposed more than a little skin, but seeing her face was really the nail in the coffin. Naganori was rusty, and it was too bad. He'd have to die now. Her hands would squeeze his wrists until, Crack, the sword would fall to the ground and he'd hobble away from her grunting in anguish before he'd trip to the ground. "Gryraaah! You bitch!" A cold glare would look him up and down as she slowly closed the door.

Reaching into down into the neck of her sweater, she'd pull out some cloth bindings and begin to wrap her face as if the man wasn't even in the room. "Where're are you cigars." Using his shoulder to brace against the wall he'd get back up and spit at her feet. Guess he didn't want one last smoke. He'd run at her, but honestly she didn't know what he was aiming to do maybe some sort of awkward shoulder charge. When he got to her though he'd simply be met with her heel falling onto his clavicle. He'd not seen it happen but he'd know all to well that it was the end result. The man had seen light for the last time. Far away from the many unconscious yakuza Naganori went through one by one every, map, paper, and file from the office of the now burning boss. There were some interesting bits in here. Apparently he'd awoken right in the middle of a war. Once the pyre died, Naganori would bury the hand full of dust that was left of the man, and use her new found map to head to the village hidden in the Clouds.

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