Mission Sunagakure Presents: Two Kings Part 1 - Rise of the Barons [A-Rank Modded Team Mission]

[Chiyo]

As they neared the battle raging above their home, Chiyo activated her Jōmyaku. Black blood surged through the whites of her eyes once more, sharpening her vision as she took in the devastation that had been unleashed in their absence. The dunes were pocked and scarred, strewn with the forms of the dead and dying. Heartbeats flickered like fading embers; some guttering out, while those still able to move pushed their own hearts to their limits and beyond striving to either save the village or suffocate those still within.

The rage she had siphoned from Michino’s Susanoo form had settled during their flight across the desert, but it flared anew the moment they skidded to a stop in the sand. As the roar of the flames cloaking them dissipated, the screams of her comrades rushed in to fill the void. Her golden irises swept the battlefield, tracking the red glows of hearts as they stuttered and failed, unable to distinguish friend from foe. Focused as she was on the dying, she missed the rising panic building inside Michino. Had she sensed it sooner, perhaps he would not have felt compelled to sacrifice everything he was to protect them all. Unfortunately, as super-human as the shinobi were, they were far from perfect.

Her attention snapped back to him only when she felt him rise, shaking the ash of transformation from his skin. A different figure now stood at her side. She no longer had to tilt her head to see his face - mercifully unchanged - but his wild hair had tamed itself, and the pointed ears she so adored were gone. More than that, he simply felt different. His aura was still unmistakably his, still unquestionably her love, but the gentle passion she cherished had been scorched away, replaced by something far more feral.

She had no time to linger on the change. His voice, seething with hatred, and the fire burning in his eyes snapped her back to the battlefield.
“I’ll follow you anywhere, love,” she replied, letting the cold mask she wore on missions slide seamlessly into place, her expression settling into calm detachment.

As Michino strode forward, she fixated momentarily on his heartbeat - steady now, terrifyingly calm, mirroring her own in a way that unsettled her. The thought slipped aside as he strode forward to flicker back and forth, cutting down anyone who strayed near him with brutal ease. Her topaz irises, suspended in pools of inky black, tracked his movements effortlessly. She admired the deadly grace of his dance, pride flickering through her, until she caught sight of two fleeing mercenaries adjusting their path to avoid the execution awaiting them.

Unfortunately for them, the assassin at Michino’s side was more than willing to give her future husband the retribution he craved. With a slow, steady breath, Chiyo closed her eyes, just for a heartbeat, before opening them again.
Her golden eyes now glowed with an unsettling brilliance, the veins around them bulging with chakra-rich blood. In the next instant, she would appear behind the retreating mercenaries to harry them back toward her Angel of Death and would repeat the process for any others attempting to escape their fates.

[Activated Byakugan and used Eight Trigrams: Divination Field]

 

[Sunaku Harupia]

He could feel something was very wrong. Even before he got anywhere near the site of the battle. The sands feel different, disturbed, as if hundreds of feet more than normal were fumbling through the underground desert than normal. He glided on the sand with ease, relishing in the familiarity, lamenting about being gone for so long again…and perhaps worst of all, not being here from the beginning when he was needed. But late is better than never.

As he was returning home, he caught wind of a huge drive for mercenary work that was happening for weeks, and the fact that who was paying wasn’t exactly secret. Didn’t take a lot to put two and two together, but he clearly came to late to warn anyone. But he did at least have a trail to follow. Camps set by various mercenary groups as outposts for the attack. At first, he simply passed them by, unnoticed from afar, cloaked in his dune walker cloak, rushing forward to wherever they were headed to at least try and help against them.

As he drew nearer, the path led fastest right through one of said camps. As he rushed through, he was spotted, and the 7 mercenaries within came out towards him, expecting an easy straggler. The initial shock as tendrils of sand knocked three of them far into the desert, followed by arrow-shaped missiles flying towards them, got most of them. The final mercenary managed to stand long enough to see a pair of green eyes staring at him before a chakra-enhanced fist smashed and blasted him away.

He didn’t stop long enough to listen to the chatter from the radio, but it seemed the mercenaries were in disarray. He still worried about the potential victory being Pyrrhic in nature…as he neared the actual site of the battle, he stared in shock silence while still rushing forward…The desert was devastated with traces of explosions and being torn apart, wild beasts of all sizes, including sandworm rampaging, bodies on the ground with their blood seeping into the sand…all he could do was try and help with the damage. And as he charged forward, dhe could see the goal of their attack, the tunnels connecting the surface to the new underground Suna Network, and it being in rough shape. He felt the energy coursing through his body as he surfed towards the carnage, feeling the sand rumble under is feet.

From afar, it would be a peculiar sight. Most would miss it at first; only those with keen eyes and enough focus amidst the chaos of combat would notice a lone figure charging into the fray, contrasted with some of the mercenaries fleeing. The figure is moving at high speed through the desert. What became much harder to ignore was the fact the figure was seemingly rising on a wave of sand…one growing larger and larger…Soon,the fleeing mercenaries were in part faced with a giant tidal wave of sand barreling right into them.

And it seemed the Wave of sand was merely part of something bigger, as specks of shiny, seemingly silver glitter floated into the air. What arose were 3 tendrils of sand, though instead of attacking anyone, they seemed to wrap around part of the tunnel, trying to reinforce its frame from the damage it suffered. Then a rumble came, as other silvery sand formed a massive cloud around the battlefield. Some of the older Sunans would see its resemblance to the Mealstorm hat pushed them underground for the first time…at the same vein, those Sunans would feel a sense of reinvigoration, as if the sand kicked up by the storm made the path clearer, while the mercenaries not caught up in the Tsunami would find themselves.

Whichever side you were on, it was a sight to behold. As if the desert itself finally grew tired and rose against those standing against its sons. And in this massive chaotic storm, the single figure stood on the air carried by a platform of sand, his hands directing the sand, un-phased by the raging storm he seemed co conjure, his body covered by what looked like a Sunaku desert traveling garb. Only his eyes were visible, bright green, shining with golden energy. It may not have been clear to some who this was, but at the time, it was clear he came to Suna’s aid.

(I allowed myself to act as if two rounds had passed in terms of jutsu used since I'm coming in late. In dispatching the guards, I used -
Sand Streams - Sunaku Techniq
Sand Missile - B Rank Jutsu
Rasnengan used as an Earth (therefore Sand) Element - B rank Jutsu

At the battle Porper -
Sand Tsunami - A Rank sand Jutsu trying to halt escaping mercs
Desert Tendril Unleash - A Rank Jutsu, using the Tendrils to support the tunnel
Maelstrom - Sunaku Jutsu, using the High Ground effect
Sand Nimubs - Sunaku Jutsu
If this seems like to much or would need some tweaking, let me know, and thanks for Shin for letting me join in a rather late time.