Riding Up The Heights Of Shame [Saemon]

[Kokomo]

It was a mission requiring her to travel out of the village, through the desert, and nab a young duchess by the name of Noriko. She was under a threat in her village of being kidnapped and murdered, and her father asked that she be transferred to the military village of Sunagakure for protection. Kitanai, known for her swiftness and stealth, was sent to get her undetected by the rest of the village. Therefore, the originally gold-drown purple-haired duchess was garbed in poor street clothes and put into the back of a carriage to be transferred across the desert by Kitanai, and Kitanai alone.

. . .​

They were near the village now, so close that it was in sight. The two had switched to camels awhile back when they stopped at an oasis to return the carriage she had borrowed--well, stolen. Still in their full-body cloaks, the women set out across the desert again towards the city that was now on the horizon.

"Almost there, Noriko." Kitanai called behind her, each camel following in a line one after another. "You'll be safe and sound there." She reassured her, Kita's eyes watching ahead as her hands gripped the camel's rope.

"Thank you, Kitanai-Sama..." Noriko had a quiet voice, and a timid personality. She was very reserved, and kept mostly to herself, leaving their travels much without noise. It was spent mostly with the duchess staring sadly at her hands as Kita hummed quietly to herself.

Which is why the yelp was unusual.

It wasn't that loud, but was followed by a thud which sent Kita's senses to a flare as she jumped off of her 'steed' and turned viciously to see a man clothed in all black, so you could only see his eyes holding her with a knife to her throat. The woman's mouth covered by his other hand as his eyes stared deeply at Kitanai.

"Thank you for bringing her all this way for us," His voice was gravelly and cocky, "Very helpful." Kitanai ripped her cloak from her body, revealing her usual black suit as the claws released from her gauntlet with the mind of attacking.

At this point in time, the sand from the ground began to rise, swirling around as men came, literally, from the ground, fully armed with swords. Kita not taking a moment to spare as she quickly jabbed the claw through each rising sand lump, the men beginning to form as they flanked for attack as well.

Their swords clashing against her claw as her other hand shoved people alway from her as she slashed violently in a desperate attempt to fight them off. They were quick and burly, much bigger than her. And her eyes watched the duchess be pulled farther away from the action as the man's lip pulled down towards her ear and whispered unknown words to her, Noriko's eyes filling with fear from each syllabi.

"Augh! Get away from me!" Kitanai yelled as her arms moved wildly to stab and shove the growing crowd that moved around her--unaware of the ones behind her until a sword pierced all the way through her right ribcage. Far enough that it didn't damage organs, but severely injured.

Her screams pierced the air as her body fell forward onto it's knees, the sword pulling out as the man moved up to strike her, only to be met by her weapon through the gut as she stood shakily and stumbled backwards to fall away from them. Her hand reaching up to press the invisible ear piece, "Mission Princess Protection Mayday," She screamed into it, her gruffing and huffing heard from the wound and her fighting as she spoke, "Requesting ANBU backup! There's too many! Outside the gates!" She called, her claw uppercutting another as she flailed wildly, her free hand clutching her side.

"Duchess!" Would be the last thing heard as the ear piece would crackle to silence as the duchess' neck bled out, her body dropping like a rag doll to the desert sand as the man decided to kill her on account of the backup request. "No!" She cried desperately, her gauntlet sheathing the claw as she grabbed the sword from the fallen man who had stabbed her, standing uneasily, mostly with the help of adrenaline as she began to fight her last stand against the crowd of 20 or so men, all gowned in black with various weapons.

 

[Hanone]

The call came into the headquarters, an urgent cry for aid. A female voice was panicked and was requesting ANBU backup. The mousy looking woman manning the call center was nothing if not prompt. Without delay, she checked the notes regarding the mission title, Princess Protection. It came up quickly in the database, listed as a single escort for the Duchess Noriko. It was an assumed B rank mission but as anything involving a person of importance, things could go wrong and apparently they had.

With clearance made, the small woman ran over to the list of names they kept on hand of active ANBU members. She, like so many others, did not know anyone's identity and relied on a series of blinking crystals over the cave to alert any particular ANBU to duty. The members of the ANBU team were all versed in the hidden code. It would begin with a series of vibrant orange lights if it was night time, or green if it was day to alert all ANBU in the village to pay attention. The next set of patterned lights would dictate the person or persons by codename and a series of simplistic directions. The list named that there was only 1 expert level ANBU currently in the village and available. The notation next to his codename however said he was on probation for reckless violence, but she had little choice. Kaiju it was then. She set off the patterns by pressing her hand to a contraption on the west wall. It would feed her thoughts into the machine as well as her chakra which would connect to the chakra crystals in the cave ceiling.. they were not commonly used.

Saemon was sitting inside of his regular diner, in a window booth. His head was tipped back and the man had his eyes closed in thought. Things were complex in his life now, issues he had to address or watch himself be swallowed up. For the last hour he's sat sipping on coffee, contemplating his choices. It wasn't until he heard an excited pair in the table behind him murmur about the strange lights overhead on the cave ceiling. Without urgency, Saemon leaned over to peer up at the cave's heights. The crystals were indeed going off... and in a manner than was calling all ANBU to attention.

Casually, Saemon slid from his seat at the booth, left enough yen on the table for the bill, then walked outside. A few others were looking up, unknowing of the meaning behind the changing colors. Saemon couldn't even know he were standing next to another member of his branch, but stood looking up, just like a common, curious citizen. The pattern ended then... 12 seconds went by before the pattern went off again, this time differently. Red...3.. blue 7... purple and green 1..2...1...2... that was for him.

His neutral expression hardened barely. Saemon hadn't been called to action in nearly 2 months and never before on urgent call. It only meant they had no other choice. A faint giddy feeling rushed down his body, enticing his muscles to flex at the thought of a fight... But where was he needed? A moment later the message changed. The gates. Probable S-Rank. Immediate.

It was enough. He couldn't move swiftly from his spot or risk bringing attention to himself. He was allotted no more than 2 minutes to arrive at the gates, that was the maximum acceptable amount of time to arrive on scene. 120 seconds after the last light stopped, which would leave the attacked open for assault for a probably 3 minutes before aid came. It was enough time for a skilled enemy to slaughter a whole number of weaker opponents, or worse, dozens of civilians. He couldn't know what he would be facing, how much death and who would be fighting for their life, but he would be there soon... only 3 minutes time. "Hold on", he thought.

It took him only a few strides to move out of sight from anyone who might have seen him looking at the ceiling then ran quickly back to his house. It was nearby and closer than the prison. It was also in the training to be able to change clothing in under ten seconds. It usually required the ANBU to tear his current clothing away, which he would do without hesitation, then pull on the pieces of his uniform with practiced haste. When he was clothed in the ANBU garb, his hand came before his face and pulled down. The rush of chakra summoned his mask to him. And before he put it on, he committed to a quick transformation jutsu which would lengthen his brown hair to a shaggy cut and turn is faded yellow and deepen his voice farther than it already was. His height while wasn't a common sight in the village, wasn't a factor either. There were at least 4 others near his height and his identity was well hidden. With his mask in place, he slipped out the door in sheath and made a rush for the gates.

He could move at speeds that appeared as a blur to the regular civilians standing in the path. Some didn't even notice as he moved quickly and silently around them. Another shinobi spotted him and his brow furrowed in worry. But he had no time for these things.

"67...68...69..." he counted. He was halfway to the gate now and over halfway to his mark. He sped up, pushing harder against the roofs and stone buildings, jumping clear over groups of people. "101...102...103" he could see the gate now, he'd climbed up the tunnel wall where the elevator usually rode on cables, having no time for the slow moving machinery. As he rounded the bend, he ran striaght passed the current man on duty, a spindly youth who seemed almost asleep on a back molar of the dead sandworm skull. The passing blur startled the boy, knocking him from his post onto the sandy ground. He would pursue Kaiju, no doubt. It was his duty to avoid extra deaths, so he turned in the sands, moving fluidly and kicking up a small tornado of particles, all the while counting. He withdrew a hard stone from his ANBU pouch. He always carried one just for this occasion. The moment the boy raised himself to his feet, Saemon threw the rock. It would smack the boy between the eyes and knock him straight back onto his ass. For a moment the boy wavered, then he fell back. He was out.

The extra time it took to protect the boy from whatever fight laid ahead of him had cost him a few more seconds. "124... 125..." he was late, but not by much. As he turned, moving with the same speed as before, but with more alertness to what laid ahead, Saemon pressed forward. The scene before him seeming as if in slow motion. His mind worked quickly... Over a dozen males, a few bodies about the ground and a single, apparent target. The female was wounded and bleeding, but she was alive. And then he saw the wind-like grace and the black hair.. and his heart turned to ice, the same moment his body turned into the vessel for the monster within. He had no demons or other beings, but what was in Saemon was a reckless abandon and bloodlust that went passed the normal shinobi.

Kaiju, the beast of the ANBU was there and they were all marked for the grave. The sands lifted around each hammering step. He no longer concealed himself, but the first attack he would make would not miss... he did not miss. The man closest to her lithe frame, a blade hefted above his foul head. It was a move that meant to come down on her back while she scrambled to save her life. Kaiju was upon him with the ferocity of an tiger. His sand toned, gloved hands gripped down upon the man's skull and weapon simultaneously. A moment of shock, then Kaiju twisted his dominant arm down, snapping the man's head backwards so hard his body bend back in an arch. His legs gave and the blade in his hands loosened, but not before the steel cut into his left hand's palm. But the beast was no content with burying the man's head into the sand, no, his legs were like trunks, unmoving and the man's crumpling front was pressed against his unyielding frame. He pushed a little harder, making the man seem as a circle. His spine could not take the bend any further and literally snapped under the pressure. The sound was trumpetous, loud and grotesque to all the ears surrounding them.

The men had been expecting the ANBU to arrive no doubt, but had they expected this? No one expected the Kaiju...


[yo! you can work out some actions for the enemies.]

 

[Kokomo]

A quick blow to the head by a hilt of a sword was the beginning of her demise. She was sure of it. It was at this moment that she was, in fact, going to die. Another blow to the face, followed by one to the stomach that through her backwards onto the ground. Her eyes welling with tears as time seemed to slow down in a moment of acceptance of her own death.

The air shifted, almost as though the powerful wind of the desert was being sucked backwards. The heave of the shift got heavier and heavier until a pouncing panther of a man leaped against someone behind the struggling woman. Her body shook from the power of the air moving as she struck upwards again and scrambled backwards with the sword in hand as she moved out of the target zone, the man swarming around the ANBU who began to tear through them easily.

Caught up in the action, her attention taken, another bandit wacked his sword downwards, catching into her left shoulder as she cried out again, her eyes widening as she kicked in survival mode, kicking his ankles to bring him down to the ground where she pierced through his body with her own weapon.

Kitanai swiftly stumbled, holding her shoulder with one hand, and pulling the sword with the other as she began to use the weapon that injured her as her own. Standing, she moved across the sand, and dropped beside the duchess, the mastermind of the plot long but disappeared in the sand. Her hands flipping her over to check her pulse as her fair skinned hand held over her neck as though to hold the blood from spilling out. "No! No no no!" She hissed under her breath as she held the neck, feeling the pulse only to receive nothing. She was dead.

Her hand returned to her headpiece as she whispered quietly to it, "Mission Princess Protection Failed. Aborting."

Meanwhile, the men swarmed towards the ANBU. They attempted to move behind him, surrounding him was their tactic. They used their swords to sweep down low as his legs, attempting to bring him down, knowing that at his height, he'd demolish them. There was no order to their attacks, simply random slashing as they swarmed like terminates, trying to bring him down so they could feast.

Kitanai grabbed her chain whip from the luggage she had brought, using it like a grapple to snatch people away from him, bringing them near her, two at a time, to cut down with the sword she picked up. Attempting to lessen the crowd as she pulled them and slashed violently.

In thicker areas, where she was sure she wouldn't hit the ANBU, she used the chain whip, with the double bladed ends, to slice through the napes of their necks as she worked from the outside to keep them from overwhelming the man in the middle.

It was peculiar, though, how no matter how she tore them apart and killed their brothers from the outside, they never turned towards her. As though they could only attack a single target in unison at a time. It made her job easier, but probably not for the target.

Of course, it wouldn't take that long to take them down.

But it wouldn't take that long for Kitanai's adrenaline to run low either.

Towards the end of the men, close to 4 or 5 left, her body began to crumble in protest. Caught in her throat with a sudden gasp of pain as the wound came back to her, she dropped the sword and clutched the exit wound in the front of her side as she stumbled back slightly, leaning against the camel--who moved: jerk.--causing her to fall onto her butt as her bloody hands and blood stained clothes tried desperately to cease the pain. She wasn't sure where to grab: the side or the shoulder. Her eyes glazing over slightly as she grabbed her cloak from the ground and tore a long piece of fabric, tying it around her body to put pressure on the side would, and a diagonal one across her torso to cover the shoulder wound as well. Her breath spiking as her body threatened to enter panic mode, not used to such severe wounds before as her eyes looked up at the ANBU who came to her rescue. Her nose bleeding and a little crooked, and her eye brow sliced from the hilt, she couldn't help but feel....safe.

[MFT]

 

[Hanone]

Their tactic would work on a lesser man, but Saemon was built to attack multiple attacker, especially in close combat. But his fighting style also left him open to attack and damage. When he swung at an enemy, he didn't miss. But when they swung at him, they usually hit him too. He didn't usually dodge. Certinaly he avoided the deadly strikes, but oftentimes he would deflect and redirect rather than simply avoid.

The men before him didn't know what they were facing until it was already half over. Kitanai, despite her injuries was able to continue to assault the enemies, slashing the weakest ones to ribbons. No doubt she was losing a lot of blood. Kaiju didn't have the time to tend to her though. A spare thought, a half second delay could mean his death.

At first he attacked with his hands. A blade would come down and he would deflect it with his arm guard, then grasp the man's throat until he was gargling on his own blood. He swung the captured man before another attack, allowing his companion to cut through the man's ribs like butter, making him a human shield, then to take the man out of is way for a few seconds, threw the dying body at the attacker, causing them both to land on the ground in a bloody heap.

Attacks for his legs were stepped over, a sword sliced by his ankle and missed by a narrow lift of his foot, one he brought down on the side of another man's leg, breaking the bone at the shin with a sickening snap. The broken man would fall to the ground and grasp his mangled limb, crying like a child over the protruding bone end.

Another man wore a pair of claws and took the chance to drag his left hand down Kaiju's back. The armor too the most of the attack, but ended up cutting through his hip where only cloth covered it. Four long cuts split through the material and his flesh. Kaiju didn't even wince. Instead he brought his elbow down on the top of the man's skull, fracturing his cranium and giving him a concussion.

As the numbers dwindled, it was apparent the weakest ones were now down. Peons always needed to be handled first, which left him with the real threats. In his mind he would have categorized all of the dead no more than C-rank threats. The very skinny man to his right, however, was likely the second most skilled one in the group, at least an A rank threat level.

Kaiju slammed his hands together and pumped an excess overload of chakra between his hands. A man slashed at Kaiju's leg and opened a wound on his thigh, one he did not attempt to stop because what he unleashed next would not only be horrifying, but staggering. He released the attack on the area, which would assault everyone within a 10 meter radius of himself. The pulse of chakra would slam through their bodies and disrupt the PH levels in their stomachs, causing immediate gastric distress then everyone, save one more iron stomached soul, began to projectile vomit.

The one man still on his feet, however, was slathered with puke and blinded by it for the next for seconds. It gave the ANBU enough time to commit to the next jutsu... and a moment to look up and see the state of the aided. His bloodrage was already pumping at the surface, pushing the man to the point of remorseless assault, but seeing Kitanai, broken, bleeding...it snapped something in him.

Killing opponents in battle was one thing, killing them while they were already down and debilitated was another. He should have knocked them all out, taken prisoners, but he couldn't. They had to pay. His hands flew through the handseals, ending with the horse seal, the one he held. His teeth gritted behind the mask and released the first burst of chakra. The ground shook violently, then suddenly 2 spikes made of what seemed to be crystal, erupted from the ground under the fallen and vomitting men. The first went through a man's chest, lifting him clear from the ground and the next went up from between another man's legs, splitting him bodily in two.

Another pump of chakra and another until there were 18 split bodies. Some of them had been men who were almost dead, unable to defend themselves, others were already dead.

The two that remained dodged their spires enough to avoid death, though the older, vomit covered man in the group had a gash along his face. The slender man was still up, having finished puking enough to save his own life. Saemon felt the loss of chakra. He'd expelled a lot to do that so many times and was heaving by the time he let his hands drop to his sides. He shouldn't' have pushed the Amber Jutsu so far. The sands were thick with blood and sick.

The two men looked abhorred, but it was the older man's face that showed the loss was not simply that of sellswords and mercs. There were loved ones in the mix. His eyes kept sweeping over the masses and landing on one younger male in particular. "It's your own God Damned Fault!" Kaiju yelled, the altered voice so deep it was reminiscent of a lion's growl. The man's head snapped up and he stared at the masked Sunan, hate and loathing in his dark grey eyes.

Then he couldn't resist and screamed back, spittle splattering from his enraged mouth, "Why did you kill them all! You're a fuckin' monster! Most of them weren't even able to defend themselves!"

The ANBU smiled behind his mask, a crazy look that went unseen, but his false voice carried the tone of his madness. He spoke in righteous hate, "Because I am Kaiju." His ANBU code name which meant monster. The man could bear it no more and he and his last companion attacked him.

Kaiju was weaker than before. He had expected to kill everyone with the last attack, so he hadn't meant to conserve much. The slim man weaved, then came around to Kaiju's back. He arrived faster, making him have to deal with him first, but this was a practiced tactic, no doubt as the man made a feigned attack, a sweeping motion that was followed through by another wide arch attack and a kick of sand. Theatrics gave the second man a half second more time to attack and as Saemon pivoted toward the man and raised a single arm to block his downward dagger attack, a chakra around the blade extended and curved. He pulled his head back just in time to save his head from being cleaved in two, but not enough to stop the weapon from splitting his mask down the center from forehead to chin. A thin line of blood formed along the top part of the attack.. he'd cut through the top of his head too, a shallow cut, but so close it almost meant his life.

The mask fell away and his face exposed. The transformation jutsu released with his shock, returning his hair back to it's original form and voice as well, leaving him as himself. The man was pleased with his work, perhaps he had intended to take the information and run with his identity, but it would be no use. Saemon opted for the only appropriate tactics. He slammed his forearm forward into the man's face, smashing his nose and dislodged the weapon from his hand. The thin man was moving again, releasing a jutsu behind him. Sae could smell the fire before it happened; the crackle of the air, the starting heat. The end was quick. He slipped the blade between the older man's ribs and turned in time, bringing the man with him as a shield as the fire engulfed him. The man screamed, then went silent. IT was the scream that made the last man stop his jutsu early, which was rewarded with the same knife being thrown at his head which embedded itself into one of his eye sockets.

It was over... Saemon stood, heaving for breath and dropped to a knee. There was blood seeping out from everywhere. Everything was shallow save one spike in his side.. he didn't even know when it happened. Wincing, he reached up under his armor and pulled it out. It was thin, a needle.. the puncture probably wasn't fatal...

 

[Kokomo]

Her eyes watched in a daze, the slaughter and blood spewing in a slow motion manner as though she was watching some sort of movie. Her face paling as the sun beat down on her, and the blood ran from her body. The fighting almost became an art form. The way they moved and fell from one another. A sick ballet that only enforced the idea that the young assassin was disturbingly desensitized.

Power. Murder. Money. Sex. Saemon--

Wait.

Her eyes widened slightly as she watched the ANBU mask fall from the warrior's face, her lips parting slightly, cracked and dripping a bit of blood, as she whispered to herself, "My love..." It came out hoarse and crackled from the cries and yelling of the battle, but as she watched the last man drop, her arms shaky and her eyes glazed with a dead-look, she watched her beloved stand tall among the dead bodies for a moment. The sweat and blood upon his body, and that same face she so adored. He looked similar to the night she had found him bloodied and scarred once before. Standing there with that soft look in his eyes, despite the utter bloodlust.

And he dropped.

"Saemon..." Her voice still wasn't audible over the roar of the desert sun as she slowly leaned forward, wincing as he pulled a needle from his body. "Sae-e-mon." Her voice cracked as she began to stand, the connection between the mask and his face clicking along with his wounds.

She walked, slightly slouched over to him, her eyes never leaving his bloodied body as she fell to her knees before him, her last ounce of strength forcing her on to help him in any way she could. She was no doctor, but she was a fighter among herself.

"Are you....okay?" That once sultry voice was low with a slight gravel to it as she grabbed his forearm to help him if need be, "You are pretty... kick ass." She was out of breath, but, yet, the slightest smile came to her face. Her hands covered in the blood of others and her own, a slight dribble from her raspberry lips, and a wild gush from her broken nose that she would occasionally wipe off onto her black sleeve. The cut above her brow didn't bleed as much, but it stung.

But, she would live. The major wounds had stopped bleeding as much from the pressure and make-shift bandages, and all she was left with now was a lot of pain and light headedness. Not to mention, on top of that, she was, confused, to say the least. ANBU. Saemon. Something about death. Something about money. It only made sense that the towering angry man would take up such a profession, and yet, she would have never of guessed, had she been asked.

And there she was, the ugliest she had ever been, and the weakest she had ever been, being saved by none other than her monster of a boyfriend.

 

[Hanone]

Tired, weary... the bloodlust was gone, leaving him feeling hollow and feeling at all. So much blood and body parts. If his actions were reported again, he would be removed from the ANBU team altogether, if not worse. It was possible the deaths would slide, but he was required some level of saneness... which he lacked.

The injuries would heal, some would scar. Just a few more additions to the roadmap that was his body.

And then she was there before him. "Kaze Koibito... Shinigami should fear me..." he boasted tiredly, a weak smile touching his bloody lips despite the situation. His own voice was gravelly, more than usual. Here in the middle of it all, against rules, his persona exposed he sat with Kitanai on the bloody sands. She was alive and that was all that mattered. His affiliation with the ANBU corps was known to only a slight few. His superior, probably the kage, one or two medics who had saved him once from a mission and Koho. Now Kitanai was privy to the knowledge. But it didn't put her at any more risk than being his partner did, so it didn't matter anyway.

He wanted to reach out and touch her face, to check every wound, but he could not. He would have to remove himself from the situation, both of them or risk worse. It was probable his sennin already knew... the man was shadows. So he forced himself to his feet and without a moment's hesitation, he brought his hand before his face and pulled down. Another mask, one in the likeness of a bird formed and he was hidden again. "You should go report this and see a medic. Don't delay... I'll take care of the rest." he reached down to slip an arm around her small frame and lift her to her feet. He left bloody handprints on her ribcage. "Can you do this, or do you need assistance? You can leave the girl's body, I'll take her." His voice was unemotional, almost distant the second time he spoke to her. He released her when she was on her feet and steady enough. It seemed he was slipping back into his position. When he was in the mask, he wasn't Saemon. Hopefully she could understand.

 

[Kokomo]

He was so close. Her eyes met his as they trembled for only a moment before regaining her usual confidence look. He was so near, and she leaned in slightly as he looked down at her, but he didn't reciprocate. He didn't lean down and kiss her like the hero in the fairy tails, but rather, stood, pulling her up and stepping away from her.

'So much for continuing where they left off.' She thought, smirking to herself a bit as he began to tell her to head out. He was taking the lead, which was almost embarrassing to her. It was her failed mission, and she would be the one to take the heat for it.

"No," She breathed, turning away from him, "I've got the girl." Kitanai took the hint of work over play, suddenly treating him as though he were nothing but a helpful stranger. She moved over to the body, brushing Noriko's hair from her cold face as she gave a bitter smile to her. "I need to return her to the medical ward anyways so they can finalize her death."

It was then that her weak body crouched down, grabbing the petite figure by the waist as she pulled her over her shoulder, lifting with her knees as she winced, the blood from the corpse drenching down her back as well as she moved to the caravan, clicking with her tongue for the camel to lower itself as she'd climb on, cradling the girl in front of her like a child as her dead green eyes looked to Saemon, "Tell my boyfriend to come see my at the hospital when he's got time." It wasn't meant to be rude, but rather, her way of speaking to him like a stranger, had an onlooker who hadn't seen the previous affair arrived. Concealing his identity, and by starting now, swearing to continue it on.

[Topic Left--To The Hospital!]

 

[Hanone]

Her return to official helped a lot in the situation. He had seen her intent to bring intimacy but had ignored it. Worst thing was.. even if he wasn't in the middle of an ANBU call and on duty, he wouldn't have kissed her. He did not show affection in public; his private life was his own. His privacy meant a lot to him and open affection was inviting curious eyes.

He was glad when she understood and took his direction without question. For a moment he thought he might had upset her, but there wasn't time for those concerns.

As soon as she was gone with the girl, the jounin pulled a pill from his pouch, his emergency chakra replenisher, and bit into it. A surge of chakra flooded his limbs, but also made his wounds pump a little extra blood out. Stupid pills... but he was able to do what he needed to for the time being. It took quite a bit of chakra, but one by one Saemon pulled the bodies underground, using a technique to bury them deep down and leave them there. They would not be found again unless he wanted them to.

Finally he would leave. The sands were already taking away the red of the land and the sick. Within 15 minutes it would be gone from sight. Weary, he went back to the village, passing the still unconscious boy and went back the way he came. He would have to report everything...


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