Manzo walked beside the caravan. That was all that he could do at this point. He had mapped out the routes this scum had been using and it turned out he was predictable. Which was most certainly good for Manzo. The missing-nin had tried to randomize his patterns of ambush but it seemed that the human brain does not like truly random things, or at least his did not. This path was most likely the route that would be taken so for now it was a waiting game for Manzo. He had joined the caravan under the guise of a transformation jutsu. A skill he had learned back in the academy and one he scoffed at thinking he would never get to use. Now he was older and knew better. Especially as an ANBU, it was one of his most important techniques.
The mood around the caravan was tense. They had all heard the rumors of other caravans being attacked. Some of the more profitable ones had hired guards. The less profitable ones tended to hire guards as well but those guards tended to be cheaper and the old adage of you get what you pay for certainly applied. These were the caravans that the missing-nin was attacking.
Manzo could never understand why someone would leave the village. This was his home. Of course there were problems what place didn’t have problems. But these missing-nin had no loyalty, no honor. What made Manzo angry about it was the fact that the former Sennin of the ANBU had decided that he had no honor and no loyalty and joined the ranks of the missing. In Manzo’s opinion they all needed to be killed and made an example of.
Manzo was under no illusions that has hatred for his former Sennin was bleeding over into his hatred for this missing-nin. Manzo had cultivated a separate layer of hate for this one. This missing-nin decided that not only did he have no honor but also he brought himself to a new layer of scum by preying upon the weak. Believing that might made right. It was a ridiculous concept that Manzo intended on correcting for the rest of this waste of space very short life.
Manzo was keeping an eye out for movement in the woods that they were traveling. He had no illusions about the skill level of this missing-nin. Anyone that could make it to the rank of an S rank was not going to be a pushover. He expected stealth, he could only hope to catch the missing-nin overconfident, or be better at perceiving through stealth than the missing-nin was being stealthy. Otherwise, he was going to have to fight his way out of an ambush.
Manzo almost missed it. The movement was subtle but that was the only warning he had before a pair of senbon flew through the air towards one of the guards next to him. Shoving the guard to the ground the senbon barely missed him. A weapon like that most likely would have been poisoned. Unless the user was incredibly accurate, it had no other way to kill someone straight away. Bursting into action Manzo charged where the motion was coming from, creating a sword out of pure reality as he ran. He was not ready to pull out all his tricks not until he gauged where this opponent was and what they were capable of.
Using his quicksilver step, he seemed to teleport forwards landing next to the figure that threw the senbons and he deftly swung his sword cleaving into its neck, only to find that it was made of ice. It seems that his quarry was not going to make it easy for him leaving a clone for him to fight.
As he looked around for where his target went he heard the sound of a Concussion Wave just before it hit him. The sound seem to be ringing through his head long after it hit him. Following the direction of where the attack had come from he spotted his attacker. It seemed that his attacker’s attention was focused on Manzo. The remaining people around the caravan were trying to look everywhere at once to find where the attack had come from. They were not equipped for this fight, Manzo could only hope they knew this and stay out of it.
Once again using his Quicksliver step he seemed to teleport next to target and attacked with his sword. This time his sword did not find its target. Manzo found himself face to face with a snarling man, maybe in his mid 30’s. At the last moment, he had pulled a clawed weapon that was fitted to the back of his hand to block Manzo’s sword.
“You are not one of the normal guards for this type of caravan.” He said with a snarl on his face. While he was holding Manzo’s sword back it was clear he was not used to exerting this kind of effort. It seemed that prettying on those that could not defend themselves against him and made him grow a bit lazy in his training.
”No I am not, I am here specifically for you” Manzo told him as he released his transformation jutsu, allowing the missing-nin to see him in his full ANBU gear with his ANBU mask on. He wanted the missing-nin to fully understand that this was about to be an execution.
It brought Manzo a bit of satisfaction to see the change on the missing-nins face. He knew what he was facing and what this fight was. This fight was no longer to make him some extra money. This fight was no one for his life.
The missing-nin tried to jump back to put some space between them in order to preform hand signs but Manzo was not going to give him the opportunity, keeping the pressure on him he stayed within range to keep his sword attacking. He wanted to ensure the he had to face as little sound and ice jutsus as he had to.
Keeping the pressure on Manzo attacked with his sword jutsus. It felt good to be using them again but it was showing him that he truly had slacked on them. The missing-nin was either blocking or dodging enough of the attacks that he was still standing.
Tired of playing the same game as Manzo the missing-nin starting using his left hand for jutsu hand signs. It was something that used to be a unique skill but was now something that was far more commonplace. Suddenly the temperature started to fall rapidly and snow began to fall. ”It is time to end this game you think we are playing. You are not nearly good enough to go up against me. Whoever sent you out here just signed your death warrant, not mine.” The sneer on his face show a bit of a smile as Manzo suddenly felt pain. Nothing had attacked him only the snow had picked up, he felt it again, and again until it was almost a constant pain. It was then that he realized that the snow was what was attacking him.
Knowing that he needed to end this fight, soon Manzo renewed his attacks. Blood stained snow started to fall around him leaving a trail behind them as they fought until with one last smile, the missing-nin preformed a hand sign and Manzo found himself domed in a fun house of mirrors. Each mirror showed an image of the missing-nin. Without missing a beat, each mirror image began to throw senbons at him. It was coming from to many directions at once to dodge them all.
Manzo had enjoyed using his sword but it truly seemed that it had failed him. As he opened his right hand, the sword started to fall to the ground before it vanished from existence. Reaching deep into himself he felt his chakra points releasing them one at a time. This was not a fight he needed to open all of them, just enough to give him a boost.
With a wave of pressure the excesses chakra leaked out of his body creating a bit of a creator under him. Each of the gates that opened made the creator a bit bigger and started to crack the mirrors a little more. The wounds on Manzo’s body began to heal as his muscles started to budge. His eyes seemed to glaze over but he could see even better than before and his skin started to change color from the rush of chakra and blood that was flowing through his system.
”WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he said with a bit of panic in his voice. It was not something that most people saw every day. However, hearing that panic in his voice made Manzo happy. He was going to die in fear, a just end for someone that caused terror to the innocents of the leaf village.
The attacks increased upon Manzo from the mirrors, but as Manzo blinked his eyes, chakra had flowed into them allowing him to see a hue around the real version of the missing-nin he was facing. Looking directly into the eyes of the real missing-nin as he began to dance round the dome creating clones of himself that immediately started to attack the fake image mirrors. Manzo knew that he had the missing-nin right where he wanted him but a little extra terror.
As the mirrors began to shatter, Manzo addressed his quarry. ”Your problem is you thought that you were the top of the food chain. That just because you were strong you could do whatever you wanted without anyone stopping you. You are a traitor to the village and your sentence has been made clear. I am here as your executioner. Your judge and jury met in your absence as soon as you declared yourself a traitor in. There is no defense. You compounded your crimes by attacking innocents.”
The missing-nin’s face showed that he knew that he was trapped right before Manzo’s fist began to glow with righteous energy. Punching the real mirror image the glass shattered around the missing-nin. Manzo followed up by knocking him into the air repeatedly knocking him higher into the air. As he finally reached, the zenith of the wraps from Manzo’s arms started to wrap around the missing-nin fully binding him and then both of them plummeted to the ground. Manzo used the missing-nin to cushion his fall.
As they hit the ground Manzo bonded back pulling his wrist wraps back waiting for the missing-nin to start to get to his feet. He wanted a clear shot before he launched his final attack. Manzo started to punch at the missing-nin the air pressure from the massive amount of chakra that Manzo had built up crossing the distance to hit missing-nin. Sounds of ribs breaking could be heard as the pressure started to cave in the missing-nin chest. The look of pain and shock became permanently etched on his face as the life was slowly and painfully left his body.
Closing down his chakra gates, Manzo’s body returning to its normal state. He could feel the effects of the excuses chakra leaving his body.
Walking over to the body he looked at it. The expression was a perfect example of those that would attack the innocents of the leaf. Taking out a roll of wire he strung the body form a nearby tree and placed a bag underneath the head. Creating his sword, he removed the head from the body in one deft swing, letting it fall into the bag.
He then let the body fall and took back his wire. This missing-nin did not deserve a burial; his body would finally do something good for the inhabitants of the leaf, though the inhabitants that benefited would only be the local wildlife.
As he walked back to the cavern he did not bother with the transformation jutsu. He wanted the cavern to know that they were being protected by the ANBU of the leaf and they had nothing left to fear. They could finally continue with their business in peace.
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The mood around the caravan was tense. They had all heard the rumors of other caravans being attacked. Some of the more profitable ones had hired guards. The less profitable ones tended to hire guards as well but those guards tended to be cheaper and the old adage of you get what you pay for certainly applied. These were the caravans that the missing-nin was attacking.
Manzo could never understand why someone would leave the village. This was his home. Of course there were problems what place didn’t have problems. But these missing-nin had no loyalty, no honor. What made Manzo angry about it was the fact that the former Sennin of the ANBU had decided that he had no honor and no loyalty and joined the ranks of the missing. In Manzo’s opinion they all needed to be killed and made an example of.
Manzo was under no illusions that has hatred for his former Sennin was bleeding over into his hatred for this missing-nin. Manzo had cultivated a separate layer of hate for this one. This missing-nin decided that not only did he have no honor but also he brought himself to a new layer of scum by preying upon the weak. Believing that might made right. It was a ridiculous concept that Manzo intended on correcting for the rest of this waste of space very short life.
Manzo was keeping an eye out for movement in the woods that they were traveling. He had no illusions about the skill level of this missing-nin. Anyone that could make it to the rank of an S rank was not going to be a pushover. He expected stealth, he could only hope to catch the missing-nin overconfident, or be better at perceiving through stealth than the missing-nin was being stealthy. Otherwise, he was going to have to fight his way out of an ambush.
Manzo almost missed it. The movement was subtle but that was the only warning he had before a pair of senbon flew through the air towards one of the guards next to him. Shoving the guard to the ground the senbon barely missed him. A weapon like that most likely would have been poisoned. Unless the user was incredibly accurate, it had no other way to kill someone straight away. Bursting into action Manzo charged where the motion was coming from, creating a sword out of pure reality as he ran. He was not ready to pull out all his tricks not until he gauged where this opponent was and what they were capable of.
Using his quicksilver step, he seemed to teleport forwards landing next to the figure that threw the senbons and he deftly swung his sword cleaving into its neck, only to find that it was made of ice. It seems that his quarry was not going to make it easy for him leaving a clone for him to fight.
As he looked around for where his target went he heard the sound of a Concussion Wave just before it hit him. The sound seem to be ringing through his head long after it hit him. Following the direction of where the attack had come from he spotted his attacker. It seemed that his attacker’s attention was focused on Manzo. The remaining people around the caravan were trying to look everywhere at once to find where the attack had come from. They were not equipped for this fight, Manzo could only hope they knew this and stay out of it.
Once again using his Quicksliver step he seemed to teleport next to target and attacked with his sword. This time his sword did not find its target. Manzo found himself face to face with a snarling man, maybe in his mid 30’s. At the last moment, he had pulled a clawed weapon that was fitted to the back of his hand to block Manzo’s sword.
“You are not one of the normal guards for this type of caravan.” He said with a snarl on his face. While he was holding Manzo’s sword back it was clear he was not used to exerting this kind of effort. It seemed that prettying on those that could not defend themselves against him and made him grow a bit lazy in his training.
”No I am not, I am here specifically for you” Manzo told him as he released his transformation jutsu, allowing the missing-nin to see him in his full ANBU gear with his ANBU mask on. He wanted the missing-nin to fully understand that this was about to be an execution.
It brought Manzo a bit of satisfaction to see the change on the missing-nins face. He knew what he was facing and what this fight was. This fight was no longer to make him some extra money. This fight was no one for his life.
The missing-nin tried to jump back to put some space between them in order to preform hand signs but Manzo was not going to give him the opportunity, keeping the pressure on him he stayed within range to keep his sword attacking. He wanted to ensure the he had to face as little sound and ice jutsus as he had to.
Keeping the pressure on Manzo attacked with his sword jutsus. It felt good to be using them again but it was showing him that he truly had slacked on them. The missing-nin was either blocking or dodging enough of the attacks that he was still standing.
Tired of playing the same game as Manzo the missing-nin starting using his left hand for jutsu hand signs. It was something that used to be a unique skill but was now something that was far more commonplace. Suddenly the temperature started to fall rapidly and snow began to fall. ”It is time to end this game you think we are playing. You are not nearly good enough to go up against me. Whoever sent you out here just signed your death warrant, not mine.” The sneer on his face show a bit of a smile as Manzo suddenly felt pain. Nothing had attacked him only the snow had picked up, he felt it again, and again until it was almost a constant pain. It was then that he realized that the snow was what was attacking him.
Knowing that he needed to end this fight, soon Manzo renewed his attacks. Blood stained snow started to fall around him leaving a trail behind them as they fought until with one last smile, the missing-nin preformed a hand sign and Manzo found himself domed in a fun house of mirrors. Each mirror showed an image of the missing-nin. Without missing a beat, each mirror image began to throw senbons at him. It was coming from to many directions at once to dodge them all.
Manzo had enjoyed using his sword but it truly seemed that it had failed him. As he opened his right hand, the sword started to fall to the ground before it vanished from existence. Reaching deep into himself he felt his chakra points releasing them one at a time. This was not a fight he needed to open all of them, just enough to give him a boost.
With a wave of pressure the excesses chakra leaked out of his body creating a bit of a creator under him. Each of the gates that opened made the creator a bit bigger and started to crack the mirrors a little more. The wounds on Manzo’s body began to heal as his muscles started to budge. His eyes seemed to glaze over but he could see even better than before and his skin started to change color from the rush of chakra and blood that was flowing through his system.
”WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he said with a bit of panic in his voice. It was not something that most people saw every day. However, hearing that panic in his voice made Manzo happy. He was going to die in fear, a just end for someone that caused terror to the innocents of the leaf village.
The attacks increased upon Manzo from the mirrors, but as Manzo blinked his eyes, chakra had flowed into them allowing him to see a hue around the real version of the missing-nin he was facing. Looking directly into the eyes of the real missing-nin as he began to dance round the dome creating clones of himself that immediately started to attack the fake image mirrors. Manzo knew that he had the missing-nin right where he wanted him but a little extra terror.
As the mirrors began to shatter, Manzo addressed his quarry. ”Your problem is you thought that you were the top of the food chain. That just because you were strong you could do whatever you wanted without anyone stopping you. You are a traitor to the village and your sentence has been made clear. I am here as your executioner. Your judge and jury met in your absence as soon as you declared yourself a traitor in. There is no defense. You compounded your crimes by attacking innocents.”
The missing-nin’s face showed that he knew that he was trapped right before Manzo’s fist began to glow with righteous energy. Punching the real mirror image the glass shattered around the missing-nin. Manzo followed up by knocking him into the air repeatedly knocking him higher into the air. As he finally reached, the zenith of the wraps from Manzo’s arms started to wrap around the missing-nin fully binding him and then both of them plummeted to the ground. Manzo used the missing-nin to cushion his fall.
As they hit the ground Manzo bonded back pulling his wrist wraps back waiting for the missing-nin to start to get to his feet. He wanted a clear shot before he launched his final attack. Manzo started to punch at the missing-nin the air pressure from the massive amount of chakra that Manzo had built up crossing the distance to hit missing-nin. Sounds of ribs breaking could be heard as the pressure started to cave in the missing-nin chest. The look of pain and shock became permanently etched on his face as the life was slowly and painfully left his body.
Closing down his chakra gates, Manzo’s body returning to its normal state. He could feel the effects of the excuses chakra leaving his body.
Walking over to the body he looked at it. The expression was a perfect example of those that would attack the innocents of the leaf. Taking out a roll of wire he strung the body form a nearby tree and placed a bag underneath the head. Creating his sword, he removed the head from the body in one deft swing, letting it fall into the bag.
He then let the body fall and took back his wire. This missing-nin did not deserve a burial; his body would finally do something good for the inhabitants of the leaf, though the inhabitants that benefited would only be the local wildlife.
As he walked back to the cavern he did not bother with the transformation jutsu. He wanted the cavern to know that they were being protected by the ANBU of the leaf and they had nothing left to fear. They could finally continue with their business in peace.
[WC 2036]