Our Fourth Castle Caper

Mission:

Hick. Nakaba stumbled over, What? What is happening to me? Deep, acrid fog filled his lungs as his blood began to burn and his vision blurred. An illusion stood over the genin smug as the light faded from his eyes. The illusion swung down with a vicious strike, aiming to decapitate Nakaba. with incredible suddenness a foot would kick the sword out of the illusion's hand and with leftover momentum Nakaba would roll into a ball meters away before falling back unconscious. A deep rumbling snore grew and grew in his chest as he lay peacefully spread out on the ground before his would be killer.

The illusion sprinted to the sleeping fighter this time plunging a kunai at him as he felt his body begin to rotate. With a windmill transitioning into a flare transitioning into a one-armed handstand, the illusion took a major blow to the leg that completely threw it into a rapid spin. The illusion would gasp for air as a spinning axe kick would drop into a wide open clavicle with perfect form. Crack. Crunch. Thud. The illusion would bounce off of rock slowly fading into blue flame as Nakaba crumpled like wet paper to the ground.

Hours later when the effects of the poison wore off, Nakaba's snot bubble would pop and he'd be lying in the middle of an empty floor tag completely taken care of. Incredibly confused, Nakaba would simply brush himself off and head back to camp. It was incredibly unlikely that he would ever bring this embarrassing moment up to anyone. He'd only survived due to some fluke caused by whatever weird shit this floor had going on.