Mission A Snatch-n-Grab!? [Self Modded Team Mission]

[Goro]

The South-Side of the Community District at night was a different beast than it was under the faux desert sun. The vibrant chaos of the day had settled into a low, restless hum, illuminated by flickering lanterns that cast long, dancing shadows against the sandstone walls. Goro stood at the edge of the market square, feeling the cool night air pull the heat from the stones.

He did not like standing out in the open. To steady his nerves, he began a mental inventory of his gear, his hands moving in a subtle, rhythmic dance beneath the folds of his clothes. His fingers drifted over the primary holsters where his three kunai and five shuriken were tucked away. In a specialized pouch, he felt the distinct, ridged edges of the hardened silk needles he had spent the previous night crafting. He had produced the silk from his mouth and infused it with chakra to give it the density of pine wood, then coated the tips in a mild, blunt-force paralytic. It would not kill, but it would certainly stop a limb.

Further along his belt, his fingers brushed the edges of his explosive seals. He had prepared these with a thin layer of Plexitism, a specialized explosive compound he had learned about through family trade. It made the blast more concussive and more focused, which was perfect for the tight confines of a bazaar if things went sideways.

As a patrol of the village police walked past, their armor clinking softly, Goro felt a sudden spike of self-consciousness. Even in the dim light, he felt oversized. He shifted his weight, pulling his extra limbs tight against his ribs and crossing his middle and lower arms over his stomach in a protective, grounding hug. He tried to make his silhouette as narrow as possible, blending into the shadows of a nearby spice stall.

He was ready for a fight he hoped would not happen, but the tension of the village post-attack felt like a wire pulled too tight.

Goro looked toward the main thoroughfare, his red eyes scanning the flickering lantern light for his teammates. The other two students had not arrived yet. He did not even know their names, just faces from the back of a classroom. He hoped they were punctual because in the Hive, being late meant a shift went unfilled. In the Academy, he suspected it meant something much worse. He adjusted his white braid, pulling it over his shoulder, and ran through the tally of his equipment one last time. Every piece of gear felt like a small, heavy promise to himself.

He took a slow, deep breath, trying to match the steady rhythm of the desert wind while he waited for his peers to emerge from the darkness.

WC: 464

 

[Kyouketsu Shinda]

Goro wouldn't have to wait long, as within a matter of minutes of arriving, Shinda would file in from the darkness. He wasn't attempting to blend into the shadows and he was not stealthy, yet he walked light and silent. This could be considered strange if one was to inspect him, his body covered in a shroud. Upon this shroud however were different ornaments made of human bone, crafted into items such as buckles, clasps, and buttons. These things added weight, let alone what remained unseen beneath his clothing. The night did him no such favor either, the bones mixed with his tri-pigmented (White, Black, Red) hair stood out even in the lowest of lights. With crimson eyes, he stared towards Goro with a gaze that said one thing and one thing only.....he was present.

There had not been much of any interaction between them both, though they were students and he had seen the boy here and there, maybe even a class or two. That however did not constitute him considering the boy anything other than a stranger he had an acquaintance with. This look on his face equally didn't harbor any open hostility in their gaze, just paired with his silence would lead to believe he was the thinking type. Which would be true as by nature he wasn't a fan of social banter with people he hadn't formed a trust with. Between two people of unknown origin, information of any kind after all could be used later for any myriad of purposes...and this he was cautious of. Shinda would take this time of observation to make notes of Goro past his physical appearance and found him suitable.

This boy was prepared as well, something he could tell by the equipment brought by Goro and moreso the thought in placement. Adjusting the scarf higher than it's usual position, as it slightly fell to the bridge of his nose, his gaze would divert towards the sky...the artificial dome high above them. Thoughts invaded his mind as his senses brought him back to not long ago when the air was filled with the smell of smoke and incense. Where he, as a Kyouketsu was present during the burial rites and rituals for the twenty-three whom lost their lives in the recent battles. There was still some adjustment to this new way of life but the lives of the old still followed them it seemed...
Snapping back to reality, he'd look at Goro once more, his head tilted slightly while shoulders raised ever so slightly as if speaking with body movements instead of words. Where was their third?

[Mission Entered]
[Topic Entered]
[WC: 440]

 

[Sabishii]

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Sabishii... lingered in the hanging darkness. Not much did he have with him from day to day. During the day, he spent time reading silently. Having been able to acquire books from his caretakers in the Hokkyoku. The clan was much like his life had become. Nomadic. A being not clasped to the societal bindings, nothing to hold him down as the wind would blow which way. Though, he was grateful for the food... the new clothing... the ability to learn how to wield his father's polearm that stretched on a strap across his back. Dark, dirty brown hair, messed about his face covering tired eyes, the boy had not slept in a week because of the voices. His lean physique was not something you would associate with physical combat though he was experienced enough for his age. The ghosts and spirits that loomed around him pulled upon his chakra and using his body as some sort of beacon to draw upon... like moths to flames. They were tiresome, but they spoke to his growth... whatever that may be.

"Night watch... Bring... provisions..."
"Yes~ Provisions~ Make sure~"
"Listen~ Listen~ Make sure.... MAKE.... suuuureee..."

The voices would ramble on as they whisked by him, pulling upon him and vanishing as quickly as they would appear, sometimes even appearing to the people around him. He could hear some whispering about him at times, they were... not afraid but... cautious. What could a child like this become if not guided into the right way. Could he potentially hurt someone? Himself? Could he become a menace? Could he potentially lead? No, not this boy... but maybe who he could become? There were more questions than answers when it came to him.

From his cot, he would lean over and begin rummaging through his belongings. Things he had taken from his former home and brought with him along the way. A Shoulder bag with some food and coins, just in case. His small stone knife that he carved while he lived amongst the dunes. some soldier pills he'd... stolen from within the compound. Something he would not do without proper preparations. And a few scrolls and ink to practice his seal writing that he would look to master as he got older. It was something his mother was attuned to when he looked through her belongings she'd left after she'd been slain.

Tonight, he was to watch with fellow students... those established in this village. Or so he would see as he'd peer from his standpoint. He wasnt completely hidden but it was easy to ignore his presence.

"There~ You see~ Night watch~"

A simple nod from Sabi to the ghost as it'd vanish would set the boy to walk forward wish his hands clasped in his pockets the other two weird looking boys would cause him to frown a bit, 'Such... oddities. This will not be... pleasant.' he'd thought to himself as he'd bring himself to rest a few feet away. The third had finally shown himself.

"Hm."

[Mission Entered]
[Topic Entered]
[WC=510]

 

[Goro]

The flickering oil lamps of the South-Side market cast long, distorted shadows that seemed to dance between the stalls. The air was thick with the scent of cumin, parched earth, and the metallic tang of cooling stone. It was a restless quiet, the kind that preceded a storm, or in this case, a struggle for survival.

Matsuda Toshi rounded the corner of a spice merchant’s wagon, his wooden sandals clicking irritably against the cobblestones. He clutched a leather-bound ledger to his chest like a shield, his face set in a permanent scowl of administrative exhaustion. He stopped a few paces away from the trio, his eyes darting between them with a look that suggested he’d been short-changed by the Academy.

"Unbelievable," Toshi muttered, loud enough for them to hear. He looked at Goro first, his eyes lingering on the extra sets of arms tucked against the boy's torso. "A six-armed construction brat," his gaze shifted to Shinda, noting the macabre bone ornaments clicking against his shroud, "a graveyard decorator," and finally settled on Sabishii, who seemed to be nodding at thin air. "And a boy who’s clearly missed his bedtime and lost his comb."

Toshi exhaled a sharp, jagged breath and stepped into the center of their loose circle.

"Listen up. I don't care about your clan names or your 'aspirations.' My employer has three stalls in this sector that have been bled dry three nights in a row. We aren't being hit by master thieves; we’re being picked apart by 'pests', those scrawny, displaced brats who think a crisis is an invitation to treat the Bazaar like a free buffet."

He pointed a slender, ink-stained finger toward a cluster of stalls draped in heavy, dark canvas.

"Pay attention to The Golden Grain Silo and Maru’s Dried Goods. Those are the primary targets. The urchins use the ventilation shafts and the narrow gaps between the stone foundations to slip in. They’re fast, they’re small, and they’re desperate. My orders were to see these pests 'dealt with' so the morning rations can actually be sold, not scavenged."

He looked at the three of them, his eyes narrowing.

"The Police Force is too busy playing hero at the breach site to care about a few missing sacks of flour. That's why you’re here. Don't break the stalls, don't scare off the legitimate customers lingering in the tea houses, and for the love of the Kazekage, try to look like you know what you’re doing. I’ll be in the manager’s office at the end of the block. Don't knock unless the market's on fire."

With a final, dismissive huff, Toshi turned on his heel and disappeared back into the shadows of the stalls, leaving the three students alone in the darkening market.


WC: 459

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Posting order does not matter, post whenever you can / want to
Mission Mod Post: Please read the Spoiler below

Spoiler

Mission Parameters: Operation Night-Watch​

Welcome to the mission. As your Moderator, I will be guiding the narrative and reacting to your actions. Here is how we will proceed:

• Player Agency: Your choices will directly impact the mission's success and the village's perception of you. There is no "right" way to handle this—only your way.
• Dice Rolls & Stats: I will occasionally call for dice rolls (typically a D20) to determine the success of specific actions (e.g., Stealth, Perception, or Combat). Your character builds (PL, specialties, and equipment) will provide bonuses or adjustments to these rolls.
• Duration: We will play through roughly 3 to 4 rounds of interaction.
• Note on Combat: Since you are E-Rank, combat should be treated as high-stakes but localized. Use your specialized gear creatively.

Current Task: You are standing in the Bazaar. The urchins haven't appeared yet. How do you three coordinate? Do you set traps, hide in the shadows, or use yourselves as bait?

What is your first move, Team?

 

[Goro]

Goro watched Shinda emerge. The bone ornaments were a strange choice, but Goro had spent enough time in the underground shafts to know that everyone carried their own weight differently. He did not stare. Instead, he simply lifted one of his middle hands in a small wave before tucking it back.

When Sabishii arrived, looking like he had not slept in a week, Goro gave a faint nod.

"Hello," Goro murmured, his voice a quiet rasp. He said nothing more, letting the silence settle between them until the manager arrived.

Goro listened to Toshi’s insults with a practiced, stony indifference. He had worked under men like this his whole life, men who saw extra limbs as tools and children as cheap labor. He knew the type. Toshi did not want to help, he wanted the problem gone. Asking questions would be a waste of breath. Goro simply memorized the shop names and focused on the street layout.

Once Toshi left, Goro turned and began to walk. He moved with a slow, heavy gait, his red eyes scanning the rooftops and the gaps between the sandstone buildings. He stopped near a stone water basin between the two target shops and pulled a folded, dusty map from his vest.

He spread it flat, using two hands to hold the corners and a third to point. "The Silo is here," Goro said, his voice barely above a whisper. He moved his finger an inch. "Maru’s is across the gap. They are close."

He looked up at the others, then toward a nearby ledge that overlooked the alleyway. "We should find a vantage point above." Goro said lowly, not wanting to overtake any ideas they may have. While we watch, I can set a web in the gaps. It will snag them. He went quiet then, waiting for a nod or a better idea.

WC: 304

 

[Kyouketsu Shinda]

It wasn’t sight at first it was pressure. A faint, crawling pull at the edge of his skin, like fingers brushing against his bone from the inside. It was a similar feeling he had within the Bonehall, when bodies were prepared and the dead rest. Shinda’s shoulders tensed as he turned, red eyes narrowing beneath the paint on his face. The boy in the dark looked half asleep and half haunted. Messy brown hair and a presence that didn’t sit right in the air. And around him, Shinda could feel them...could feel it. This was unlike the times he'd seen him within the academy, this was direct and within personal space. Shinda didn’t tense up or adjust his own posture however, he didn't make it known he could feel something strange about the boy. He didn’t step closer either, keeping distance between himself and the other two. He just watched.

A man appeared not long afterwards and by all intents and purposes for Shinda, he completely ignored the man. There would be no exchange of expressions, no returning any looks, instead he found his gaze occupied by the sky yet again. A man that spoke in such a way did not deserve his attention, being lucky he was present by order and purpose. After overhearing the details, he would watch Matsuda Toshi leave, red eyes tracking the man’s retreating shape until it dissolved into the dark. The insults had rolled off him easily though as he’d heard worse, usually from adults who thought death adjacent work meant having a dull mind. It was rare, but when he encountered such ignorance there was mental fortitude to lean back on. The market settled again, oil lamps popping softly as they burned. “Pests,” Shinda repeated under his breath in a quiet tone that the others could hear if they wanted to. His expression wouldn't betray his thoughts as his face remained calm. He was not angry or annoyed, just… noting it.

He watched Goro unfold the map, the way his eyes kept lifting to the rooftops even while he spoke. He glanced back at Goro, red eyes focused yet distant at the same time. He lifted two fingers, then lowered them slightly speaking with the expression instead of words; "high enough to catch". A small motion of the hand, cutting downward once, an understanding that they should end it fast if needed. Nothing more and nothing less.

Still while they had yet to begin their actual mission, Shinda would become vocal if only for a moment. His voice is strangely deeper in tone than others his age, including them. His voice held structure and added weight to the few words that left his lips. "Pests for wanting to live..." This single statement from him was backed back real emotion, a pressure built within his chest while the bones at his wrist, fashioned into a bracelet, clicked softly.."Entering ventilation means rooftop...but foundation means...", his gaze glanced towards the ground, at his feet. Underground...could they be using the piping system?
[WC: 484]

 

[Sabishii]

"Hm..."

Sabishii would only stare as he eyed the man as he stepped into the clearing. His insults, were of merit but they did not sound like anything Sabishii hadnt heard before, so they fell off with minimal thought. The details of the night would be something he would want to focus upon, how was he going to get paid for what he was to do tonight. To... accompany the other two weird beings that stood on the precipice of their fates as they would intertwine with his own. These were, oddities that he would have to come across in his life. A being walking around with six arms like some mutant out of a comic, and a boy that just had a cry out for a new fashion sense. It all made the scraggily looking boy seem normal by comparison. And he was anything but.

Alas, getting the details of the mission would be interesting. The man seemed disinterested in what it was they were doing, just that he wanted it to be done and over with. An annoyance for him more than anything. His eagerness for them not to bother him was prevalent to the tired boy as well. '...He seems... nice...' a thought passed the boys head, but the moment passed as Goro, a name that seemingly fit the appearance of the boy, laid a map down for them to gaze upon. Sabishii didnt care how they would get to their objective, he would follow the leader...

Dark, empty eyes looked about before raising his voice, "...Whatever you decide...", before looking to the bone boy and then to the six-armed towering body of a kid that was the same age as him. A ghost, two actually would fly up next to Sabishii whispering into his ear,

"As above~"
"So below~"

Sabishii could only nod at this point but... what would be the next move? He'd follow Goro's lead, for now.

 

[Goro]

[Moderator Post]

The air in the South-Side market settled into a heavy, expectant quiet. The flickering oil lamps provided just enough light to see the silhouettes of the shops, but the spaces between them were pools of ink. It was the kind of darkness that felt thick, almost like it was pressing against the skin.

Matsuda Toshi’s office door remained shut. The only sound was the distant, muffled activity of the village’s night shift and the occasional groan of the sandstone buildings cooling in the desert air.

Deep in the shadows of an adjacent rooftop, the girl sat perfectly still. She was small for her age, but the veins around her eyes were prominent and pulsing. Her gaze was not fixed on the physical shapes of the three students, but rather on the bright, swirling flows of chakra within their bodies. To her, they looked like beacons against a sea of grey. She was the anchor of her group, the lookout who saw through walls and darkness alike. She watched Goro unfold his map and noted the way Shinda and Sabishii stood their ground.

While she maintained her vantage point, her two companions were already in motion. One boy slipped through a narrow alleyway behind a row of spice stalls. He moved with the desperate, light-footed grace of someone who had spent their entire life avoiding the village police. He stopped behind a stack of empty crates, his breathing shallow and controlled.

The second boy was below. He had found a breach in the older masonry of the drainage system. He was navigating the cramped, damp tunnels that ran parallel to the foundations of Maru’s Dried Goods. He moved by touch, his fingers tracing the cold stone as he felt for the vibration of footsteps above.

None of them moved to attack yet. They were watching. They were waiting for the "shiny ones", the shinobi, to make their first mistake or leave a gap in their defense.

WC: 324

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Spoiler

The "pests" are in position. They are aware of your presence thanks to their lookout, but they do not know your specific capabilities yet.

Current Environmental State:

• The Lookout (Girl): Rooftop vantage point. She has a +4 Stealth/Observation bonus due to her Byakugan and the distance.
• The Infiltrator (Boy 1): Hiding in the alley near the Grain Silo.
• The Tunneler (Boy 2): Beneath the street near Maru's Dried Goods.

The Mechanics: The urchins are currently winning the stealth battle. However, as shinobi, your senses are trained for this. I need a Perception/Awareness Roll from the team to see if you can feel the weight of their gaze or hear the subtle shift of the environment.

Moderator Note: Goro, Shinda, and Sabishii are currently at the water basin or moving toward their positions. How do you respond to the sudden, prickly feeling of being watched?

 

[Goro]

All three of the boys were quiet. Goro shifted his weight, noting that they had more similarities than he had initially realized. None of them had argued with Toshi. They all just stood there, looking strange in the lamplight, waiting. But that hesitation and that lack of anyone speaking up made Goro worry. He feared it might be their undoing. Not that he wanted to be the one to change that.

He listened as they offered their suggestions. They were good. Shinda had pointed out the danger from below ground, something Goro surprisingly had not considered. It was a sharp reminder of his own inexperience. Sabishii seemed to agree, though his cryptic words were hard to parse. Goro was not a fan of poetry or Monzaemon-like phrases. He preferred things he could touch.

Still, the silence was stretching too long. Goro felt a heavy and uncomfortable pressure in his chest, like he was being shoved toward a ledge. If he did not say something, they would just stand here until the shops were empty. He looked at the map again, his fingers twitching.

"You're... you're right," he said. His voice started as a thin rasp, but he cleared his throat, forcing a bit more bass into his tone. "We had... one class together... but it is hard. Not knowing... what everyone can do."

He bit his lip, then awkwardly extended the map toward Shinda.

"I am... Tsuchigumo Goro," he started. His voice gained a bit more volume, though he still stumbled over the words. "... I am okay with traps. Projectiles. Poisons, too. You guys... well, you saw the webs."

He paused, looking at his feet for a second before forcing himself to look back up. He was trying to open up, just a little, for the sake of the Hive.

"I think... I should head to the rooftops," he said, speaking a little more fluently now as the plan formed in his head. "With my webs and... and all these arms, I can catch anyone we spot from above." He gestured to his extra limbs, which were currently folded tight. "Whoever can sense the ground... they should be on the street. Near Maru’s. If we see something... we can use headsets to..."

His bottom arms began fiddling frantically inside his ninja pouch. They were searching and digging, and then they stopped. His face heated up as the realization hit him.

"Oh. I... I don't have a headset," he muttered. The confidence he had been building suddenly deflated.

He fumbled for a moment. His bottom hands pulled out a stack of parchment instead. They were explosive seals, the only ones he actually knew how to draw thanks to his cousins' constant pranking. He held them out, his voice returning but remaining low.

"Err... we can use these. To alert each other," he explained, holding them out with a trembling hand. "A little chakra... just a spark. Like a firework. It will signal the others."

As he offered three seals to each boy, the scent of the parchment drifted between them. It was a faint, sweet smell of ash and timber. He stood there with his arm extended, waiting to see if they would actually take them or if he had just made things even more awkward. If they agreed, he was ready to disappear into the shadows of the eaves.

WC: 560

Spoiler

- Goro offers a plan to split up, he will go to rooftops, the other two decide based on who has better tracking skills. He only suggested two positions, leaving the 3rd open to ambiguity / teammates
- Goro offers explosive seals for alerting eachother
- These might be the most sentences Goro has ever said consistently.

Moderator:
- I am not going to roll for Awareness of the Scout
- When Goro does reach the location he will arm himself with projectiles that have webs on them

 

[Sabishii]

Failure... the option that was for not at this moment. It was not something that would ever pass Sabishii's mind. Though knowing ones limitations was essential... how could you push through if you didnt know how much you could handle? The look in Sabi's eyes as they narrowed from the extensive narration and soliloquy from Goro. He talked as much as he had arms and fingers. The idea though if he didnt listen to Goro that he would wrap him up in some black widow web and strangle him to near death made the boy shudder... but not for fear. There was something else there. Deep... down... below...

"I can... help...", speaking as he would take the seals into his hands and placing them into his shoulder bag. How could he help? He didnt have anything but rations of food, and his polearm? What could he possibly do? "...I know a ninjutsu..." he would nod. He wasnt proficient at the jutsu but he learned it while watching some kids from the Renmei Clan while he was out and about. The boy found himself blankly staring into Goro for the moment. His intent was uncertain, and his gaze was blank but suddenly a ghost would appear next to Sabishii whispering.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Secrets~ Sabi~"
"Shhhh~ Nooo Secrets~"

This made Sabishii to frown, "...forget what I said..." looking about to Goro then the bone boy, Sabishii could only stare for a moment hoping they would forget what he'd said. He did know a technique with his father's polearm. It was basic and he hadnt a mastery of that either but he would be able to use it in a pinch. The prospect of splitting up would be good. He would be able to... extinguish whatever he would have to face. So he would find himself melting in with he darkness attempting to be stealthy and go into the alley as Goro goes to the rooftops. Preparing himself as he presses himself against the wall.

'...I should?'

"You should~"

[WC = 342]

Spoiler

Attempting Stealth against Boy 1.

Preparing for a Signal from Goro.

Rolled a 20 for my Perception roll. I tagged you on Discord.

 

[Kyouketsu Shinda]

Shinda listened without interrupting, his crimson eyes steady on the map and then on Goro himself. He let the silence do its work, let Goro push through it on his own considering him to be the leader of this team. When Goro mentioned the danger from below, Shinda gave a small nod which was rooted with approval. That meant the boy had understood Shinda's obscure attempt at suggestion. He was used to people missing that angle about him, his quiet nature going unread. Seeing someone take it seriously mattered, at leas to him for various reasons. While Goro laid out his strengths, his gaze flicked briefly to the extra arms, noting the muscle mass with how tightly they were held. When the confidence faltered at the mention of the missing headset, but then Goro produced the explosive tags for an immediate answer. Shinda’s eyes dropped to the parchment, it was practical albeit slightly crude but effective. “That works,” Shinda said at last. His voice is ever calm, but capable of cutting cleanly through the awkwardness. “Bright, loud, simple.”

Sabishii’s hesitation didn’t go unnoticed, as he had observed the way his words trailed, the way his eyes narrowed then went distant. Shinda recognized that look as either indecision or restraint. When Sabishii accepted the seals and spoke "I can help" and then immediately tried to retract it, Shinda understood something else entirely and it made his eyes narrow. The boy knew more than he was willing to admit and fear wasn’t what held him back. "A perfectly good spine going unused", he voiced towards Sabishii and immediately disclosed his own strengths, "Taijutsu of all types and weapons. Bone manipulation". Holding back information especially during a task where teamwork was vital, he took a problem with it. Twenty three faces flashed before his mind, their bodies strewn out upon stone slabs. They were remembered for action not in spite of it, something that caused a single tear to fall from his right eye. He slipped his own tag away with practiced ease, then looked back at Goro directly, really looking at him. “Rooftops suit you,” he continued. “Webs give you control". His gaze shifted briefly, scanning the street lines on the map again, committing it to memory. “I’ll take Maru's Dried Food,” Shinda added.

Shinda shifted his weight and glanced once toward Goro’s retreating form on the rooftops, then toward the darkened street. Two vectors. Two risks. Sabishii slipping into the shadow confirmed what Shinda had already began to think about the boy. With everyone moving to their target locations, his thoughts caused Shinda to rub at the side of his head in uneasy frustration. Beginning his walk towards Maru's, he strangely became more vocal...his voice louder, without being directed towards a certain set of ears. No, in this instance he spoke as if it was the very air that was the ears to his voice. “No one should starve,” he said. “Not in a village. Not anywhere a child of Suna calls home.” His eyes stayed forward while he walked, not accusing anyone, not seeking agreement from anyone who overheard. His voice was his thoughts, and unlike others he had no qualm sharing.“Food shouldn’t be something you gamble your life on. You shouldn’t have to dig, steal, hunt, or disappear just to eat.” A brief pause. “If it gets that bad, then something is already broken. Twenty three lives were lost and it was not because this is a village of pests but people.”

Another tear rolled, single and alone, from his left eye.

[WC: 546]
[Actions]

Spoiler

Walked towards Maru's Dried Food
Used Talk no Jutsu, loud to be heard while walking

 

[Goro]

Moderator Post

The street lanterns hissed as the three students split, their footprints soft on the cooling sand. The exchange of seals was done, and the plan, fragile as it was, was in motion.

Sabishii was the first to vanish. He didn't just walk; he seemed to sink into the brickwork, his form blurring as he pressed into the deep shadows near the alleyway where the first infiltrator lurked. His eyes, usually tired, were wide and sharp now. One of his "friends" drifted toward the corner of the Silo, pointing a translucent, shivering finger.

Shinda’s footsteps were rhythmic and heavy with a strange, somber weight. His voice carried through the bazaar, a haunting sermon on hunger and loss that seemed to vibrate against the stone foundations. He didn't look back as he approached Maru’s Dried Goods, his crimson eyes scanning the drainage grates he knew were compromised.

Goro, meanwhile, scaled the sandstone wall with the fluid, multi-limbed grace of his clan. He reached the ledge, his red eyes adjusting to the height.

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The Snap of the Trap​

High above, the girl with the Byakugan stiffened. She had been watching the "tall one" (Goro) hand out the white papers, but her attention was suddenly diverted. Shinda’s loud, philosophical proclamation was echoing through the street, acting as a massive sensory distraction. It was a beacon of sound that masked the much subtler movements of the others.

However, she didn't see Sabishii. Nobody did.

Sabishii, as you pressed against the cold stone of the alleyway, your 20 Perception roll didn't just find a target, it found a predator's view. You didn't just hear the boy in the alley; you saw the glint of his pry bar and the way his heels were lifted, ready to bolt. But more importantly, you felt a chill that didn't come from your ghosts. You caught the briefest flicker of movement on the roof across from Goro. A girl. Her eyes were veined and white, glowing with a faint, ghostly moonlight.

Goro, as you reached the crest of the roof, your silk was ready. But the moment you peaked over the edge, the boy in the alley startled by Shinda’s voice, tripped over a ceramic pot.

CRACK.

The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet bazaar.

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Spoiler

Round 2: Resolution & Reaction​

The Situation:

• Sabishii (The Ghost): You have achieved a Critical Success on Perception. You are currently behind Boy 1(The Infiltrator) in the alley, and you are the only one who has spotted the Lookout (The Hyuuga Girl) on the far roof.
• Shinda (The Voice): Your "Talk no Jutsu" has effectively drawn the attention of the urchins. Boy 2 (The Tunneler) has paused beneath the grate at Maru's, confused by your words. He is hesitating.
• Goro (The Weaver): You are on the roof, but the "Lookout" has spotted you. She is currently forming a hand sign.

NPC Status:

• Urchin 1 (Alley): Panicked by the noise he just made. He is about to bolt.
• Urchin 2 (Tunnel): Listening to Shinda, mesmerized or confused.
• Lookout (Roof): Preparing to signal her team to retreat or attack.

Your Moves:

• Goro: The Lookout is looking right at you from about 30 feet away on an adjacent roof. Do you fire a silk line to silence her, or use a flare seal to warn the others?
• Shinda: You are right above the grate. You can hear the boy's ragged breathing beneath your feet. Do you reach down, or keep talking to keep him pacified?
• Sabishii: You are in the perfect position to subduing the boy in the alley. But if you don't deal with the Lookout, she might strike Goro from his blind side.

 

[Goro]

The heavy silence of the bazaar shattered along with that ceramic pot. For Goro, the world did not dissolve into chaos. It narrowed into a series of technical steps. He spotted the girl on the adjacent roof. Her pale eyes and the pulsing veins at her temples marked her as a threat. Instead of retreating or overreacting, Goro felt the familiar, cold focus of the Hive take over. He was a laborer at heart, and this was simply another task that required his immediate attention.

He dropped into a low, stable crouch on the terracotta tiles. His silhouette shifted as he unfurled his middle and lower limbs, his form broadening until he resembled the predatory namesake of his clan. He did not move with the polished grace of a master. Instead, he moved with the methodical, mechanical precision of a boy who had spent his life navigating the narrow, lightless shafts of the Tsuchigumo tunnels. He used four of his six arms in a synchronized effort, each limb playing a specific role in the construction of his trap.

While his primary hands steadied his body against the rough sandstone of the roof, his middle arms reached back with practiced ease. He focused his chakra, producing a series of sharp, silk-bound needles deep within his own body. As they slid into his palms, he spewed a viscous, high-tensile strand of webbing from his mouth. He coated the projectiles in a single, practiced motion. It was not a flashy move. It was a purely technical application of his clan's unique biology.

Goro unleashed his Trick Launch with a sharp, exhaled grunt. He did not aim to kill or even to strike her directly. He knew his limits and the mission's requirements. Instead, he fired the needles in a calculated spread. The projectiles whistled through the night air, trailing sticky threads that expanded and billowed as they flew. He aimed to pin her clothes to the roof and tangle her limbs in a messy, adhesive snare that would sap her mobility.

Simultaneously, one of his lower hands snapped an explosive seal into the air. With a sharp and quiet flick of chakra, he ignited the parchment. The resulting crack was small but brilliant. It sent a cascade of golden sparks into the sky, illuminating the ivory walls of the bazaar for a fleeting second. It was a simple, effective signal. Goro remained quiet and aloof as the flare faded. His red eyes watched the girl struggle against the silk while he braced his feet against the tiles, already preparing himself for the next part of the job.

WC: 430

 

[Kyouketsu Shinda]

Shinda stopped, his footsteps having been light yet his movement was with purpose. It was just a quiet halt, like his body had reached a conclusion before his thoughts fully caught up. He stood beside Maru’s Dried Foods, near the edge of the building where the stonework had sunken slightly and a rusted iron grate was set into the ground. The metal was old and worn smooth in places where countless feet had passed over it without ever a second glance for what ran beneath. He looked down, noting that nothing moved beneath the grate. But he heard it, his senses as a shinobi having been honed enough that simple changes could be felt with just a little focus. Breathing, but it was far too shallow to be an animal. A child’s breath, held tight and careful, like the boy beneath the stone believed the ground itself might betray him if he exhaled too loudly. A breath he shared along with a similar age.

Hunger had a sound, he had long realized. He had heard it before and felt its grip on more than one occasion during the hard times the village had suffered before. Hunger had a death as well, his eyes drifting to the sky as the smell of funerary incense became alive to his senses. “I know you’re there,” his voice carrying just enough to be heard by the boy, making it an intimate conversation. “That smell coming out of the shop,” Shinda continued, softer now in tone, “it does that to you. Makes your stomach feel like it’s folding in on itself. I’ve felt it too.” He knelt then sat down with his legs crossed and his arms resting in his lap. The boy below could hear every shift in Shinda's posture and understand there was no danger in him.

“We’re not enemies,” he said. “I didn’t come to hurt you. And I didn’t come to drag you out like an animal. ” His crimson eyes softened, though the boy below could not see them, the base of each eye having a single growing tear beginning to form. “No one should have to crawl under stone just to eat in a village where lives are given for its children to have a future,” Shinda went on. “If you’re down there because you’re hungry… then that isn’t a crime. It’s a failure because someone sees money as more important than a life. That failure is on a person who thinks like that, and that failure is not yours.”

He rested one hand lightly on the edge of the grate not pulling, not prying, as he hoped the boy could understand the place he was coming from. "The man who gave us this assignment, his reasons and his heartless nature....will be brought to the attention of village officials personally. Treating people this way goes against our village's principles....against Mother Suna's love, wouldn't you agree?"

"So, come up from there and we will deal with your hunger and these people's lack of a heart..", he said with an unbroken voice as two tears freed themselves, falling into the grate below.

[WC: 521]
[Actions]

Spoiler

Maintained Talk no Jutsu
Enter Physical Style - I'm not here to fight
Use Vocal Speech no Jutsu: Offer him food and protection

 

[Sabishii]

Silence. Clarity. And yet, ignorance. arrogance. So many ways to describe this situation. Sabi, being one that was able to cling himself to the darkness... becoming and melting into it, was now in the thick of it... watching the boy with such a fleshly idea. His breath quickened. His pulse following as he'd lick his lips watching the panic in the boys demeanor. He was enraptured in this. Though, he was no killer without merit. He could hear the words of the bone head far off, and he also spotted the girl at the top of the building. '...Well, thats not good...' as he would gauge her steps, it would seem her body was aimed in the direction of the spider boy, Goro. He had to make a decision... he wasnt going to be quick enough to alert Goro... and to subdue the boy.

"...The boy~"
"...The girl~"

"Both.", Sabishii would whisper. Forming handseals he would huff,

"Secrets! Dont le-.."

The ghost would be cut off as Sabishii would take a deep breath.

"Suiton: Kaatsu Misuto!", the moisture from the air infront of him would condense, but he'd force more chakra into it first aiming it at the girl then moving it to the back of the boy infront of him. A Jet of pressured water, maybe not lethal, but enough to help his teammate, and get his own objective done. There would be blood, but could he live with himself if he didnt help the weirdo out? Was he so much different than Sabishii? What was it he'd heard... keeping their goals the same until they didnt align. Then he would allow the boy to be sacrificed to the wind. For now, they had a goal... and it wouldnt stop Sabishii from spilling the blood of the boy before him!

Who knew... Maybe there could be... more... blood...

[WC=300+]

Spoiler

I cant buy it right now but I was going to buy Pressurized Mist and a Piercing Jutsu for this RP. But there is something going on with my inventory, so I wanted to get that resolved before I went about buying anything officially.

Pressurized Mist special Action to target the girl and the boy infront of me. HUZZAH!

 

[Goro]

Mod Post:

The Alleyway: Pressure and Blood​

Sabishii did not hesitate to embrace the darker side of the mission. As he whispered his jutsu, the moisture in the cooling night air began to churn and condense with unnatural speed. The boy in the alleyway was still staring at Goro's fading sparks, his mouth slightly open in a daze, when the Suiton: Kaatsu Misuto struck.

The pressurized jet of water slammed into the boy's chest like a physical blow from a heavy mace. The impact threw him backward, his small frame hitting the sandstone wall with a sickening thud. The pressure was enough to tear through his thin, threadbare tunic. A spray of red painted the pale stone behind him as the boy slumped to the ground, unconscious and gasping for breath.

High above, the second jet of water caught the girl on the roof. Already pinned by Goro’s silk, she had no way to dodge. The water hammered into her, pinning her even more firmly against the terracotta tiles. The combination of the adhesive webbing and the crushing hydraulic pressure left her gasping, her white eyes rolling back as the wind was knocked completely out of her lungs.

The Grate: The Sound of Hunger​

While the violence erupted around them, Shinda created a pocket of absolute stillness. The boy beneath the iron bars did not see the water jets or the blood. He only heard the voice. It was a voice that did not sound like a soldier or a guard. It sounded like a brother.

When Shinda’s tears fell through the grate, they landed on the boy's dirty, upturned face. The urchin flinched at first, thinking it was more silk or oil, but when he realized it was water, he let out a jagged, broken sob. He had been prepared to be beaten or arrested. He was not prepared to be understood.

"I... I just wanted a bag of the dried dates," the boy whispered from the dark. His voice was thin and raspy, trembling with a fear that was slowly being replaced by exhaustion. "My sister... she hasn't eaten in two days. The man, Toshi... he throws away the bruised fruit instead of giving it to us. He pours lye on the scraps so we can't scavenge."

Slowly, a small and trembling hand reached up from the darkness. It did not grab for a weapon. It reached for Shinda’s hand through the iron bars. "Please," he choked out. "Don't let them kill her. I'll come up. Just... please."

The Rooftop: Goro’s Vantage​

From his position on the Silo, Goro watched the entire scene unfold with his cold, technical focus. He saw the girl on the adjacent roof go limp under the weight of Sabishii's water jet. He saw the spray of blood in the alleyway. And he saw Shinda sitting in the dirt, holding the hand of a thief.

The flare had done its job. The threats were neutralized, but the "pests" turned out to be exactly what Shinda had feared: hungry children. Goro remained in his crouch, his four extra arms still tensed and ready. He didn't feel the triumph of a successful hunt. He felt the heavy, familiar weight of a job that was far more complicated than a simple map and a set of instructions.

---

Mission Status: Neutralized​

• Urchin 1 (Alley): Down and bleeding. Requires medical attention or stabilization.
• Urchin 2 (Tunnel): Surrendering to Shinda.
• The Lookout (Girl): Unconscious or stunned on the roof, pinned by Goro's silk and Sabishii's water.

---

Spoiler

GM Perspective: The Moral Crossroads​

The immediate threat is over, but the mission is far from finished.

The Consequences:

• Sabishii's Violence: The boy in the alley is seriously injured. If he isn't treated, this mission might end with a body count that the Academy won't overlook.
• Shinda's Empathy: You have one urchin willing to talk. He mentioned his sister. That is the Lookout Goro and Sabishii just attacked.

Moderator Note: The team is now in a position where they have to decide what kind of shinobi they are going to be. Do you secure the "pests" and hand them over to Toshi as "tools" would do, or do you follow Shinda's lead and address the "broken" system?

 

[Goro]

Goro dropped from the rooftop, his six limbs absorbing the impact as he landed near the blood-spattered alleyway. He didn't look at the silk still clinging to his chin or the smoke from his flare. His red eyes were fixed on the crumpled shape of the boy Sabishii had struck. "Bone help!" Goro’s voice tore through the marketplace. It was a raw, loud command that lacked his usual hesitation. He didn't wait for an answer before looking back at Sabishii, his expression stony and unreadable, he wasn't upset with Sabishii, he simply did what shinobi must. Still, he could have shown more mercy, so Goro said to him "Please, go get her. Carefully!" Pointing at the girl knocked out in his webs on the tower.

Goro knelt beside the injured urchin. The boy’s breathing was ragged, a wet sound that signaled the pressure had done internal damage. Goro’s hands trembled slightly. He wasn't a healer, he was a weaver. But as he looked at the boy, he felt a spark of the free will he had been studying. He wasn't a tool for Toshi or even the clan, in this moment he was a person. He carefully grabbed the boy, avoiding putting any more pressure on his chest and held him gingerly with all six arms. Goro would make his way to the starting point, where they had first met up near Toshi's office.

He closed his eyes and reached for the core of his chakra. He tried to summon the green glow of the Mystical Hand technique he had seen in the scrolls, but the energy was erratic. It sparked against his palms like dying embers, too inconsistent to knit flesh together. Goro didn't stop. On instinct, his body began to churn. He leaned his head back, his cheeks puffing as the familiar, viscous fluid lurched from his mouth. As the silk spooled into his hands, he forced the flickering green chakra into the liquid as it solidified.

The resulting thread was strange. It glowed with a faint, sickly emerald light. Goro moved with a laborer's focus, weaving the medicated silk across the boy’s torn chest. It was crude and messy, but as the silk touched the wounds, it acted as both a bandage and a cauterizer, the infused chakra forcing the blood to clot. He was literally sewing the boy back together with glowing spider-wire. He weaved with relentless focus, giving the boy all of his attention. He wouldn't allow anyone to stop his flow.

Due to the scenario I am trying to use a Jutsu I own but don't have the rank for Mystical Hand
Since it probably wouldn't work normally, Goro is making a CRPJ roughly with his silk and mystical hand
We performed a d100 on discord (you were all witness to) and the roll was 85, Goro succeeds in healing the boy

The boy's breathing started to slow, the pain on his face eased. As if by some miracle Goro had actually.... saved someone? A tear began rolling from his eye. It was hot, it tore down his face like a foreign enttity, hitting his lips. It was salty, bitter, but Goro didn't mind it, for one of the few times in his life he was genuinely happy and grateful, for himself? Or for the boy? He wasn't sure, Dealing with these kinds of emotions were foreign to him. He'd silently wipe his eyes hoping no one saw that display of "weakness".

The heavy thud of a door echoed through the square. Matsuda Toshi stepped out of his office, a silk handkerchief pressed to his nose. He didn't look at the medicated silk or Shinda’s kneeling form. He looked at the blood on the sandstone and the unconscious girl Sabishii was carrying down. "Street rats," Toshi spat, his voice dripping with a casual, heartless boredom. "You certainly took your time. And you left a mess on the masonry. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of sandstone?"

He walked toward the center of the square, keeping a wide berth from the injured children as if they were bags of rotting refuse. He reached into his vest and pulled out three thick bundles of yen, wrapped in black bands. Without a word of praise, he tossed them onto the dusty ground near Goro’s feet. "The work is sloppy, but acceptable. They won't be stealing from the Silo tonight." Toshi turned on his heel, already dismissing the three students from his mind. "Don't bother me again. Clean up your trash and leave."

He began to walk toward the upscale district, leaving the three shinobi in the dirt with three broken children and a pile of money.

Toshi has deemed that the shinobi trash has cleaned up the street trash
He doesn't care about the conditions of the kids, just doesn't want them here causing "trouble"
He is attempting to leave now.

Technically your mission is complete after this post.

Goro’s veins bulged at his temples, the internal pressure of his chakra reflecting the growing heat in his chest. He was getting angry. Every word Shinda had spoken earlier about the failure of the village and the lack of a heart echoed in his mind like a drumbeat. These were Sunan children. Regardless of the crime, taking food was a matter of survival, not malice. Despite the strict, often harsh teachings of the Tsuchigumo clan, Goro had never been treated with such blatant, subhuman disregard. Even his most demanding elders saw him as part of the Hive. Toshi saw nothing but a nuisance to be scrubbed away. Goro realized then that he couldn't let this slide. He wasn't a tool that could be switched off once the job was "acceptable."

He stayed low over the injured boy, his four lower arms still braced in the dirt, but his head snapped up.

"Our mission is complete, right?" Goro’s voice was no longer a fumbling rasp. It was low, steady, and dangerously cold.

Before Toshi could even offer a snide confirmation, Goro shifted his weight. He rotated his torso forward with a mechanical snap, his jaw unhinging slightly. With the same methodical precision he used to weave his medicated stitches, he launched a high-velocity spray of silk directly from his mouth. The webbing whistled through the air, aimed with a laborer’s accuracy at Toshi’s leading leg. It wasn't an attack meant to kill, but a snare meant to bring the man down into the very dirt he had just thrown their payment into.

Webs hit, Toshi's legs are stopped from moving!

OOC:

Spoiler

WC: 1100
- If no one else does anything to Toshi, Goro is going to run up on him and punch him in the genitals with all 6 hands... repeatedly.
- We have tehcnically completed the mission
- Leaving how you guys bring the other children to the meeting point up to you

 

[Sabishii]

The power of the ninjutsu was more than Sabishii expected the boy he'd hit was now bloodied and beaten. The girl on the rooftop was knocked unconscious and the Tired boy was definitely astounded at his technique. Looking down at his hands, a slow curl of his lip upwards would allow a grin to emerge. '...Hm, now to devour my catch.' thinking as he'd lick his lips. Sabishii was on a path, something that if he continued like this he'd be in jail or worse. Something would eventually snap in him and he would never be able to return to the sweet child he was before his parents were slain. His eyes were fixated on the blood he'd been able to spill... and it gave him a shudder. Like he was deeply woven in anticipation of what he would do next. Thoughts swirled about his mind, so much he could do. So much he could grow from this...

Before he could strike...

'Spider Boy....'

"Too soon~"
"Too slow~"

Stepping over the body of Goro and the downed urchin, Sabishii's grin would go hollow, and his face back to the distant stare he'd often be seen with. There was something deeply craved in those eyes though. Those dark eyes and the ghosts would begin swirling at the boy's feet before he'd push them down... gaining more control as his chakra would be more fluent. More potent. "You... are... strong." whispered Sabishii to Goro. He would kneel before pressing his index and middle fingers on the ground into the pool of blood beneath them, "..Much stronger..."

"yes~ friend~"
"...Or Foe~?"

Sabishii shook his head looking into Goro's eyes if the boy would look up from his erratic healing of the silly urchin boy. The Tired one was not a full shinobi yet, but there was something that could be said about how strong his technique had been with little training. And... there was even more to say about Goro being able to use such a technique now. It would make Sabi look at this weird being with a... respectful eye. For now. The bone boy, only talked. Goro... made action. Put in work behind the scenes to be able to use such a technique, even if it wasnt perfected yet. They were students. It was to be understood especially with little control of their full chakra system at this point.

"...All done?", Sabishii spoke right before Goro hit Toshi with the webs that held the man in place binding his legs, "...No... guess not...", tired eyes would look down as Toshi would be bound, a grin forming on Sabishii's lips was Goro about to spill more blood? Oh~ Delightful~ Sabishii would go to brandish his polearm slowly looking to Goro for approval. This would be a show of... direction for now. A Subtle acknowledgment of the boy.

Spoiler

Sabishii is ready to place the blade into Toshi's chest on the order of Goro.

 

[Kyouketsu Shinda]

Shinda returned from the grate slowly, the boy walking beside him with short, careful steps as if leaving his side might undo the promise that had just been made. He kept his eyes forward, guiding him out into the open square. That was when he saw it, everything that had unfolded..

Toshi was on the ground, tangled silk clinging to his leg and shoe. The money scattered in the dust, with coins glinting dully in the streetlight. Goro standing there with all of himself visible now, all six arms screaming with a justified purpose waiting to be fulfilled. Shinda stopped and the boy beside him flinched, instinctively pressing closer, but Shinda didn’t move him back but instead he watched. He took it in the way he took in death rites and bone work with quiet, fully observing the scene without acting rashly. He understood immediately what had happened, not the finer details, but the choice. Goro wasn't acting out of simple rage. That was the thing that settled in Shinda’s chest, heavy and unfamiliar. This wasn’t loss of control, it wasn't misunderstood emotion, it was justly delivered judgment.

He did not stop Goro...

This observation was why he was able to read Sabishii’s posture before the polearm ever rose and the way his gaze lingered too long on blood that wasn’t his. Shinda had seen that very look before, reflected in polished bone and funerary stone. It was not a display of strength, as much as it was hunger wearing strength’s shape. The aura of death had filled the air, running like a thin veil against his skin. Shinda stepped quickly between Sabishii and Toshi without ceremony, placing himself squarely in the path of the raised polearm. He did not reach for a weapon and he did not bare his own. He simply stood there, red eyes steady and catching the lamplight like a warning etched into bone. It was at this point that Shinda brought his voice to bare once again, the tone serious and grounded.

“Enough, this isn’t a battlefield,” he said, calm and flat. “And he isn’t worthy prey.”

The man was crying now quietly, pathetically but alive and breathing. “They will eat tonight, tomorrow, and for the foreseeable days to come” Shinda said softly, not looking at Toshi, not even really addressing Goro and Sabishii. He was just stating a fact into the world, the way you spoke truths during funerals so they could not be denied. “And everyone will know just how this man and his business partners treat their fellow citizens, especially during a time of unification.”

His red eyes flicked down, briefly, to the money on the ground closing his eyes slightly, "My portion, belongs to these other kids.." Then, finally he looked back at Goro with him taking his sole focus in this moment. There was no praise in his expression and no shock upon his face. Just a quiet acknowledgment bone-deep and steady. “You chose correctly,” Shinda said as he moved to collect the other boy in his arms after looking him over. He had familiarity with the body and even at a surface gaze he could understand that her condition was somewhat stable. There would be more questions that will have answers later.

"Lets get them to the medical facility and let our superiors know, everything that transpired here....", he would look at the boy who had listened to his words, giving a solemn nod. There was a promise made and it was a promise that would be fulfilled.

[WC: 578]

Spoiler

Did not stop Goro from delivering the 6 Arm Nut Buster
Momentarily got between Sabishii and Toshi
Gathered up the injured boy after making sure he was stable
Ready to go

[Topic Left]

 

[Goro]

Goro heard Sabishii’s whisper about strength, but he did not offer a response. The words sat in the back of his mind as a quiet acknowledgment that he simply filed away for later. He was a laborer at heart, and a laborer did not stop working until the site was clear. He ignored the disturbing sight of Sabishii pressing his fingers into the pool of blood because his mind was locked onto the task at hand. These children were treated like vermin even while they were bleeding and broken, and that was a reality Goro refused to accept.

He turned his attention back to the roof. Sabishii had been too captivated by the violence to follow orders, so the girl was still pinned in the silk above. Goro moved with a focused efficiency, using his extra limbs to scale the sandstone wall once more. He reached the girl and found her still unconscious, her hair tangled in his high-tensile threads. He did not handle her roughly, but he did not hesitate either. He cut the anchor points and lowered her gently to the ground with a silk line, placing her carefully near the boy he had already stabilized.

Now for the final piece of the job.

Toshi was still struggling with the silk on his legs, his face a mask of indignation. Shinda was already standing between the manager and Sabishii’s polearm, acting as a wall of crimson eyes and steady bone. Goro walked past them both and ignored the lecture on whether the man was worthy prey. His mind was elsewhere. He was thinking of the way Toshi had called these children pests even as they lay helpless in the dirt.

He approached the merchant. Toshi looked up, and his eyes lit with a flicker of hope when he saw the silver haired boy. "Finally", the man grumbled while leaning toward Goro, "one of you has some sense. Get this filth off me and maybe I won't report your incompetence to the Academy."

Goro did not speak. He reached down and gripped Toshi’s shoulders, helping the man to his feet with four of his arms. He began to dust off the man’s expensive robes with a steady and methodical patter. Toshi straightened his vest with a smirk of superiority returning to his lips. "That's better. Now, pick up that money and-"

Goro did not let him finish. He rotated his weight and anchored his feet into the sand. He extended his primary arms back to generate momentum and then delivered a brutal and soaring uppercut directly into Toshi’s genitals.

Spoiler

The sound of the impact was dull and sickening. Toshi’s eyes bulged and his breath caught in a strangled wheeze as his feet nearly left the ground.

Goro did not stop there. As Toshi began to collapse, Goro’s four extra arms moved in a blur of synchronized motion. He began to punch Toshi in the testicles repeatedly, delivering one strike after another with a laborer’s rhythmic force. He continued to hammer at the man’s groin even as Toshi slumped to the ground, ensuring the merchant felt every bit of the indignity he had forced upon the children. Finally, Goro stood over the curled and groaning man. He looked down with a cold and aloof expression before spitting on the merchant’s robe.

Spoiler

"Scum." Goro muttered.

He did not wait for a response. He leaned down and began patting through Toshi’s pants, literally running the man’s pockets with multiple hands at once. He pulled out several thick stacks of yen that were hidden away, which was a far greater sum than what had been thrown on the ground. He stood up and turned back to his teammates.

"Let's go." he said with a flat voice, we will take them to a medical facility.

He walked over to Shinda and Sabishii. He handed several crisp bills from the pocket stash to each of them to ensure they received a fair and clean portion for their work. They deserved clean money, not the bills that had been tossed into the dirt. Goro then handed the remainder of the pocketed cash to Shinda. "Here, this is for them." he said while nodding toward the children.

With the clean money distributed, Goro walked back to the center of the square. He picked up the dirty bundles of yen that Toshi had thrown on the ground and stashed them deep into his own robes. He then moved to the two unconscious children. He used his silk to bind the girl and the boy together, creating a makeshift carrier that allowed him to lift them both simultaneously. He focused his chakra into his muscles because his six arms allowed him to distribute the weight with a stability that other students could not manage. He began to walk slowly toward the medical center, his face set in a stoic mask as he left the groaning merchant behind in the dust.

WC: 820

[MFT]
[Topic Left]
[Rolled a d100 and y'all saw the 98, ran his pockets >:| ]
[Debriefing will happen in the Omni Prime Medical Facility]