Smuggling Under Cover of Night [Forced Entry]

[Kazu]

Takeyashi pulled his hood down low, trying to obscure his face as best as possible. He was wearing a heavy cloak, which hid the fact that he had six arms. The tan cloth that he wore around his neck had been pulled up over his nose, in order even better hide his face. Under the cover of night, he didn't expect anyone to recognize him. Ideally, no one would notice him at all, but Takeyashi liked to be prepared for the worst. With one arm, the young man carried his lovely assistant: the unconscious, blindfolded, and tied up daughter of the Wind Daimyo. So, suffice to say, he wasn't exactly hoping to be spotted. He was channeling his chakra to try and blend into his surroundings, expecting that to be enough. He would simply move quickly through the gates, not even stopping before getting to his destination. He couldn't afford to pause, considering how central his assistant's role was to the current political affairs of Sunagakure.

Running at full speed, Takeyashi intended to speed through the gates. He didn't plan to stop for anything, and would probably have to be forcibly made to stand still. He didn't want to fight, but if that's what this came to, then he would try to knock his opponent out as quickly as possible. He couldn't look like he was a Sand shinobi, or else he'd be disobeying his instructions. He'd been ordered to not be found out, and so he resolved not to be. All he could focus on was getting through those gates as fast as possible. "Just go. Don't stop for anything!" He cheered himself on, galvanizing his spirit and testing his courage. Takeyashi didn't know what else he could do but that. Press forward, and hope for the best.

[Forced Entry. S-Rank. 30 Minutes.]

[Village Entered. Topic Left.]

 

[Sand Council]

Continued from Here

She did not dream, she rarely did. All she saw was a big black pit that had no bottom and no edge. It swallowed everything, light and thought, motion and sound. She did not know how long she had been there, when it started or if it was about to end. That was the thing with dreams, there was only the now with little regard to how it came to be or what will transpire. That was what made dreams so terrifying, the acceptance of the reality presented before you without question. The mind was fickle in that way, keen to accept so many lies, the same lies a wakeful mind would easily cast away.

She did not know a lick about Genjutsu then did she?​

She had been like this for some time. She was not a durable young woman and hardly chakra sensitive, unlike her genius, prodigy brothers. The spider's toxin had invaded her body, sapping her not only of her vigor but also her awareness. The journey to Sunagakure was not a short one, in the heat of the desert sun and the harsh cold bitter winds that came with nightfall. How may days had she been out -- one? Three? For however long it was, she had not partaken in any food or drink the duration and the harsh, divergent climate would have made it perilous for most and she was no exception. As the heat broke away to the chill of the nocturne, her body temperature dropped from a feverish state the sun demanded to one that was close to hypothermic. She was too weak to shiver and lacked the cognition to even try.

She was red, burnt from the sun and limp. She bent at her waist, her legs handing over one side and her face the other. Her long dark, knotted hair hung past where her limp form terminated. Her hands were never freed, possibly pulled back behind her or allowed to remain in front of her. It was unknown if her legs remained free, deep circumferential cuts would mark where her original restraints once were and the front of her legs facing him were badly scraped but it was possible these injuries were concealed with fresh bindings. A piece of cloth covered her eyes, even if she had a fleeting moment of awareness all she would have saw was the cloth that blocked her view as felt the shifting movements of her abductor beneath her. The crunch of earth, the dusty wind against exposed flesh and the heat of the sun or the chill of night was all she would know during this journey. She would not know that she was taken to Sunagakure.

Would she be recognized as Takeyuki rushed through the doors of the Toraono Dojo? Perhaps, she had a famous face even if it was bruised and partially hidden but a strip of cloth. It was obvious whoever she was that she not there of her own volition, she was restrained and carried by an unmarked, shrouded man. She was still wearing her nightclothes, the same she had donned the night she was taken. The thin, satiny gown did little to protect her from the heat or the cold. She actually needed a medic more than a meal at this point as the spider trudged on.

[Topic Entered and Left]​