His teeth ground beneath his breathing mask that covered his mouth, strain being placed on his muscles as the child yanked the chakra conductive wire that had been roped around the engorged beasts feet. His Waiya-hari was embedded into the stone under his feet while the spool of ninja wire was strung to it's maximum tension but was glowing with the chakra he was radiating through it. It was moments like this that made Mun begin to question his own villages principles as he was being used to go out and hunt down something that was caused by their own misdeeds. He heard a low pitched but obviously disturbed growl from the hybrid beast of fat and animal instincts before a sudden surge of pain shot through his body. Blood spurted upwards and away from the wound as the beast's jaws locked onto his right shoulder, turning that area of his sandy toned jumpsuit into a crimson pond. His breathing naturally sped up and adrenaline flooded his bodies various systems causing him to momentarily forget that his whole mission revolved around returning the thing alive. With his free left hand, a small glass vial wrapped in cushioned bandages was removed from his waistline backpack and shattered against the side of the beasts face. The howl he heard was filled with pain as the creatures right facial side emitted fumes and the obvious sound of burning chemicals. It was this momentary distraction for Mun and unfathomable pain for his prey that opened a small window as the creature's jaws relaxed their grip. A combination of chakra suppressing tags and ninja wire were employed suddenly by Mun and attached together with his Kuron-buredo kunai knives.
"...Fuck that hurts!", was Mun's response as the medical personal that arrived to retrieve the bound and immobile werewolf did field stitching on his injured shoulder. The wound was sealed with stitches and quickly healed with medical jutsu before being wrapped tightly with bandages. As they were leaving Mun could not help to begin to dislike his position of power within the totem pole of the village. As he began to realize that what his uncle had begun poisoning his mind with was true....he was nothing more than an expendable tool of profit for Sunagakure.
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