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[Tsuyoshi Junko]

The scent was faint and all the tracks were even fainter as they were being covered by the falling snow of Kumogakure. With each passing moment, Junko grew more pissed. Someone had the audacity to take his children and he couldn’t fathom a reason why. A bigger plan had to be at play here, but it was no time to think that deeply. Junko just had to focus on tracking the trail as far as he could, get his children, and make the individual responsible for this . . . Suffer.

As the trio traveled through the village, Junko took to higher grounds as the felines remained on ground level following the tracks. Leaping onto the rooftops, the father was hoping to see anything out of the ordinary. ”Come on! Damn it!” Junko said as they were coming to the end of the inner part of the village. ”Oh no . . . “ Junko said as the felines were leading him straight to the villages treacherous cliffs. Other wise known as dragon tooth’s pass, where one entered and exited the village. ”No No NO!!!!!!” Junko said as reality bending energy leaked from his pores and he dashed off with mind blowing speed, leaving a shock wave of dust and debris behind him.</COLOR>

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In an instant, a thud could be heard as Junko landed on a near watch tower, alerting the sleeping guards inside immediately. As they would come out, they’d immediately stop at the sight of the sennin.

”Sir, is everything alright?”

Nothing would be said as Junko would keep his back to the guards as he watched his feline companions stop at the gates.

”Junko, the trail leads outsides the gates. A little more blood is here as well.”

”Junko-sama, what’s going on?” a guard said walking slowly to Junko. Immediately Junko turned, grabbed the man with one hand, jacked him up, and forcefully pinned him to the outside tower wall. Looking into the sennins eyes, the guards seen the Rinnegan-Sharingan, staring directly into the mans soul.

”Woah wait! Stop!”

As another guard came trying to cool the situation, Junko’s grip only got tighter. Pressing on the mans body, the wall behind him began to crack. ”Someone managed to get pass you all with two children. . . My children. . .” Junko said in a rather dark tone. ”How?”

”I’m . . . Sorry for sle. . Ahhhh!!!”

Junko’s grip got even tighter. He was hurting the man, but it wasn’t nothing devastating. ”Times of peace is making you all soft.” Junko said before releasing the man.

”Junko, if we are going to keep on this trail, we must go now!”

”Relay this message for me, Shinrya Kahako shall handle things while I’m gone. This is an immediate S-Rank mission, as someone have managed to infiltrate the village, take my two children, and leave undetected. We’re looking at individuals jounin level or higher.” Junko said before jumping from the tower. ”Let’s move!” Junko said. ”Rintaro . . . Yutaro . . . I’m coming.”

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[Eishi]

"How long until you think he comes this way?" The man in a very old-fashioned samurai getup asked as he looked to their back. The group had easily traveled hundreds of miles over the course of the last few hours and it was only now that they were well outside of any possible strike range did they feel somewhat at ease. It was at least enough of a reprieve that the man felt he could drop the kid to the ground and take a drag of his cigarette as he looked to his female partner. He still found it hard to believe they had just pulled off something this insane, but then again, they had only done it because the pay was so ludicrous, to begin with. Crossing the big players in the hidden villages were almost always a death wish.

"Couple hours if he came right at us. He is just as fast, if not faster than us. Though, unlike us, he'll probably be nearly insane and likely to make mistakes. Regardless, we sent the other two to spread out enough false ends that he'll be confused and hopefully go follow them off into the mountains. We shouldn't have any issues making the border and we can just put the kids into the ground somewhere out in the desert. We have more than enough of their blood to keep him away for weeks searching in vain," The girl in black stated as she carried one of the two children with her over her shoulder. It was clear that she had been a lot rougher with the twin than the man had if the numerous cut wounds weren't already bad enough. They had needed blood and their leader had figured draining one of them was more efficient than bothering with both while already on the run. He at least had enough humanity to dislike what the jobs entailed, but their leader it seemed, had no quarrel with the cruelty of the act.

"You can kill them when we get there, you psychotic bitch, but I'm not that callused," He responded with no small bit of disgust in his voice. She just rolled her eyes, letting the comment slide off of her as she picked the kid back up by the scrap of his neck and tossed his limp body over to the man.

"You carry him then if you care so much," She went about stretching herself as she headed off into the forest to scout ahead. They probably had a good couple minutes to rest themselves before continuing on their journey. The man just sighed as he went about snuffing out his cigarette and picked up the half-dead boy. He already knew full well he'd be going to hell for his past crimes, but this job still left a bitter taste. The fact that, in the end, these kids would be left in some unmarked grave out in the middle of some shithole country just left him feeling pity as he once again began to move.

Meanwhile, Junko would find most of his trails were turning into dead ends left and right. Every time he thought he had a decent idea of where his kids were heading, some new blood would appear seemingly heading off in another direction. If Junko was observant, he would likely find a pattern in how they were being spread. At least, it was seeming more and more like it was deliberate in its placement after his tenth time finding more dried blood on the ground. If nothing else, it was an alarming amount of blood. Time was of the essence and as far as he would likely find, tracking by scent was proving to be leading him in circles.

OOC Man / Woman

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

Nothing . . .

Nothing . . .

And . . . . . Nothing. . .

Time and time again, Junko was coming up with nothing as every trail he traveled was coming up to be a dead end. The trails would randomly go cold, he’d pick back up on it in another direction, and that trail would become cold as well. It was an endless cycle. Finding himself standing over yet another blood spot, Junko was at a dead end quietly thinking. The sennin was fast. Hell, the fastest. Possibly the fastest in the world. No matter how much time they had on him, Junko should’ve been able to catch them with ease. . . and perhaps, they anticipated such a thing.

”They created these fake trails as divergents to lead me away from them. And somehow, they’ve brought me to the mountains.” Junko said before looking down to his feline companion.

”I believe you’re correct.”

”Notice the freshness in the blood with each trail though. It’s too fresh to just have been sitting for hours. Which would occur if a single individual had to make every trail.”

”So are you saying we’re dealing with multiple people?”

”Correct, because all this blood was practically dropped simultaneously, but we can’t rule out the fact that some special ability may be at play. After all, they were skilled enough to infiltrated kumo, my home, and leave undetected.” Junko said tightening his fists. ”someone is throwing me off of who actually has my son’s as someone else is getting away with them. To buy time perhaps? To simply make a clean get away?”

”So tracking by scent really wont do the trick?”

”Nah, not if we’re looking for the individual(s) who have my sons, but it would definitely lead us to who don’t have them. And the individual(s) who don’t have them knows where I can find who does have them.”

”Good thinking.”

”Must move faster though, time is of the essence. By these trails, someone has lost a lot of blood and it better not be my children.” Junko said before vanishing with speed beyond time and reality itself. Now, his attention and direction would lead to the individuals actually dropping the blood.

 

[Eishi]

Junko had made the right choice to give up on the less than obvious ruse. There was little to be done continuing on down that path and the time he had left to find his boys was dwindling more and more as the day moved forward. There was no time to waste on fruitless movements when so much was at stake and he was already so far behind his targets as it were. Once Junko went about trying to catch up with the crooks that kidnapped his boys, he would quickly find the blood trials had become fresher as time went on. If nothing else, this would give him a good sense that he was closing in on his mark. The fact that the people he was trying to trail were scary fast was probably not lost on him, either. Not to say they were as fast as him mind you, but still enough to really push him into overdrive. By the time he really got rolliing, he was on a warpath and anybody who saw him going by would probably notice his unbridled rage before the air pressure caught up and hit their face a couple seconds later.

After an unspecific amount of time, Junko would finally hit bank as he caught sight of some shadows running off into the distance. Assuming he went to that location, he’d find two men placing blood on the ground before rushing off to the next area, oblivious to how closely Junko already was to their location. The two men went at a brisk pace and chatted about it seemed. If Junko cared to listen in he’d find the two of them exchanging small talk as if it was just another lazy Sunday.

“Nah, doc. The poison hadn’t even begun to do its job before the poor fuck just dropped dead. I don’t know what ended up killing him, maybe it was just the wounds I had already inflicted on em, but regardless, he had a small fortune on him. Enough so that I almost spent all of it inside the Dragon Lady! Man, do those girls know how to suck cock!” Said a boisterous and huge man as he began a jolly laugh. The man was easily over seven feet tall and probably weighed five hundred pounds if his belly size could be believed. He was as gross and slimy as one could imagine a fatso that big to be. The only thing he had going for him was that despite being a fat man, he didn’t leave even the slightest scent behind as he moved. Curious for some, maybe.

“Will you just shut up? I don’t want to hear about your chode getting sucked by a bunch of prostitutes! Just do your job, who knows how long we got before the target catches up to us. We need to be-“ the smaller man interrupted himself as he looked behind him. It was at that moment that the smaller man had uncannily realized Junko’s presence.

“Shit, he’s here already. Hold him off for a minute. I need to contact the others,” the weaselly man whispered to the big man as he kept going on ahead. The big man, on the other hand, took a defensive stance waiting for Junko to come into range as he banged his own chest to get himself fired up for what was likely to be a rough fight.

“Man, your kiddos really do look like you,” the fat man said as he let out a hearty chuckle when Junko finally showed himself. He didn’t bother to say anything else, for all his fat, he still had a brain about him. Best not say anything to tip the Cloud Sennin off. He figured as he brought out a metal club that almost looked too comically big for even a giant like him.

OOC Fat man, little boy.

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

Now on the right track as the blood trail got fresher and fresher, Junko was thankful that he began following the culprit actually dropping the blood. His frustration was clearly seen by his feline companion. His emotions were high because this involved his very flesh and blood that he created. Growing up as an orphan, he had no family besides his brother. So . . . He got married and created his own family. Now, someone was trying to take that away from him or perhaps it was a bigger ploy at hand.

”If you allow your rage to blind you, you’ll fail without a doubt. Calm down. Besides, have some faith in your kids. You better than anyone know they’ll fight until the end.”

Soaking in his companions words, silence filled the air. ”You’re right.” Junko said bluntly and started to somewhat cool down. Then, from the corner of his eye, Junko caught a glimpse of shadows moving with speed. Coming to a sudden halt, the white tiger feline sniffed.

”This was just dropped.”

”Someone was leaving this area at our 3 o’clock. Let’s check them out.” Junko said with a nod before they moved forward in silence. Utilizing stealth tactics to hide themselves in the mountains, Junko listened as he directed kiba to flank. One guy was big. Really big. Basically a blob. His image fit a description of a maniac just based off his style of dressing. The other guy was as small as a pencil and looked like a maniac as well based off his eyes and the lightness of his flesh. Unfortunately these guys weren’t talking about anything of value though . . . Until . . .

“Just do your job, who knows how long we got before the target catches up to us. We need to be-“

And just like that . . . They gave themselves away and prepared themselves for battle. Dropping from stealth, Junko would immediately appear in front of the biggest target and throw a right hook. Upon any contact, Junko’s body would simply turn into sand as it would be a simple clone. Simultaneously, a massive tidal wave of sand would rise and cover a huge radius. As the sand tsunami would crash with immense force and fill the area, Junko hoped to have properly bound both targets, leaving only their heads above sand.

Actions
- Sand clone
- Sand Tsunami
- Kiba flanking/keeping watch

 

[Eishi]

The target had come in way too fast for either's liking. They had somewhat expected him to at least chat with them, assuming he was like every other ninja in this world, but now that seemed like a stupid assumption as they were being attacked. Regardless as the smaller man tried to run away, Junko's quick thinking was able to catch him off guard long enough to get him caught in the tidal wave. He disappeared into swelling sand rapids as has skidded away a couple meters, completely encased and dazed.

It seemed the big man wasn't dumb enough to be flatfooted in a direct assault, however. He chuckled menacingly as he split the tidal wave of sand around him with the force of an overhead smash. He was quick to retaliate as he easily took out the clone with a single massive sideswipe, only showing a slight confusion as he searched around him for the real thing. It only took another few moments (perception checks) worths of time before catching himself back up to Junko's actual position. His large body didn't hold him back as he moved, in fact, his speed and weight gave his already gigantic weapon that much more 'oomph' as he began speeding off to assault Junko in the face. With a large shift in momentum as he got within striking distance, he unleashed with a mountain of a smash down on the target's position using [Memento Mori] and a few other hidden modifiers I gave this absolute unit of a man. Even if this guy was just a pure brute, Junko would more than likely find himself tested. It didn't matter how clever or fast you were when it came to pure unadulterated strength and AOE potential. Junko was going to have to think quickly on it too, because every second here, was another second the rat-faced man had to get away.

Speaking of which, the scrawny man had finally cleared himself out from the neck-high sand that he had been caught up in only moments ago. He wasn't as weak as he looked if his escape speed was anything to note and he was more than dedicated to the idea of getting as far away from Junko as he could before he called his team. He took one final look at Junko and the big man before sneering in premature victory as he rushed off into the forest. He was quick and he was determined and little was currently in the way to stop him from making an exit.

It was lucky for Junko that neither of them had any idea that he wasn't the only one here.

Meanwhile, somewhere near the southern border of Lightning, the two other miscreants had enough time to stare off into the sunset and drink some beers as they waited for word from the other two. They currently had the kids inside the house, alive, but not by much as they were placed in the basements with little more than a single blanket between the two of them. The man with scars had been able to close off his heart to their suffering, but even he had to fight over keeping them in the basement from the she-devil he had been working under. She had wanted to string the two of them to a wall and do who knows what else to them. She had shown more than once she was sadistic enough to do it and it made him shutter. He just wished this night would just end. The boys beneath him, however, just wished to go home.

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

As sand covered the area, Junko managed to catch the smaller guy. Unfortunately though, Junko wasn’t able to catch fatso as easily. With the swing of his enormous metal club, he split the sand and maneuvered out of the way of the Tsunami wave. Just based off that counter, Junko could possibly see this fight taking longer than expected if he didn’t give it his all. Fortunately, Junko wasn’t all that good at holding back anyways.

As Fatso rushed in, his movements were in slow motion through Junko’s eyes. Unlike other big men, this guy had strength with speed to amplify his strength. Adding that combination with a heavy weapon. . . one strike could be fatal. Using this type of build and technique wasn’t half bad to the untrained eye. Sadly for Fatso, Junko’s eyes weren’t untrained and he began spotting every single opening. As Fatso’s ferocious club came down, from the outside it would seem like a direct hit. A large explosion of dust and debris would erupt from the sudden impact. Rocks would be seen crumbled as the big guy had turned a bolder to nothing.

”You’re full of openings.” Junko would say as his blade coated with black flames would come up in an upward slash, targeted right under the armpit in an attempt to slice through flesh and bone to remove the arm from his body entirely. Rather Junko made full contact or simply nicked his opponent, immediately the legendary black flames would spread.

. . . . Amaterasu Junko would think as he’d put some distance between them and make another slash. This time, the eternal black flames would target Fatso directly and spread across the battlefield. Meanwhile as smaller target was thinking he was getting away, Kiba was right on his trail. Utilizing the shadows, Kiba was waiting on the right time to strike like any predator would. When his opponent would least expect it, Kiba would attack from behind, aim for the suplex combo, maneuver into grapple, and finish his opponent with a devastating submission. Of all the white lotus, Kibas unarmed combat was unmatched. Even Junko had a hard time keeping up.

 

[Eishi]

The hit connected, and it connected hard, but it wasn't enough to tear through everything. The arm was dripping blood as it laid limp and all but useless. Normally, he would've just gotten excited from the first crossing of weapons, but this display had simply made him realize he wasn't going to get a read on his opponent, he was going to have to go all out if he was simply going to survive. Switching the weapon to his dead hand as he jumped away from Junko, he willed his arm out of atrophy to clutch the oversized club tightly. Slowly from his arm all the way down to his toes, he transformed somehow into an even thicker man with a morphed arm and some rather sturdy looking wood and metal skin akin to the club he had just wielded. The damage done to him had seemingly been completely healed from the merger with his weapon, but even Junko could likely guess he had still done considerable damage underneath the superficial.

The big man didn't waste his breath as he came launching back at Junko with another [Momento Mori] right where he thought Junko would attempt to dodge to. This time, however, he infused the hit with an explosively charged [Big Bang Flash] and a multitude of hidden modifiers as he made an absolute crater into this side of the forest. This had been his all-out attack, his chakra was mostly spent as it was, and he knew he'd be an easy target had Junko survived. He had kept just enough of his own energy to try and get away in that seemingly more and more likely scenario. Regardless, he wasn't going to let the smoke clear long enough to find out before he began to make his move to escape. Fuck the mission was the only thought going through his mind as he turned tail.

Meanwhile, the rat-faced man would find himself in a pinned position as he struggled about. He was already rearing as he launched his own assault on his unknown assailant. As quickly as he could, he cast [Temple of Nirvana] to force whoever it was to fall asleep before casting [Blood Thrall] to control them. Regardless of if the sleep genjutsu had worked or not, the small man had been much more confident in his blood ninjutsu, anyway. The rat-faced man knew he had caught his opponent and nearly smirked at his reversal when he felt the wave of warm air hit him from the side as both he and his attacker were knocked away from each other. He was slightly dazed at what had happened, but not enough to try and stick around to figure it out. He was quick to start running again. The small man knew he needed to lose these guys as fast as possible so he could contact the others. As he got a few more meters away, he cast [Supreme Aqua Realm] around Kiba, creating a prison as he began chuckling in speedy retreat.

Somewhere on the border of lightning and fire, the two other criminals were finding themselves facing an unknown threat as multiple wards of the She-Devil had been triggered almost all at once. The two had put themselves on high alert as soon as it was clear that they had been found out.

"Where are they coming from," The man asked as he drew his blade and squinted his eyes into the dark night to adjust them.

"North-East, as you'd expect. Whoever it is, they are going through all of my traps like it's child's play," The She-Devil admitted with a touch of fear as she began to prepare herself for battle.

"Do you think it's our target?" The man replied quietly as he looked towards the north-east, not daring to blink in a time like this.

"No, I don't think so..." She admitted once more. A moment later, the two simultaneously saw a pair of figures coming towards them from the distance at a steady pace.

"Just be ready for anything," The man said, only getting a 'tch' in reply as they prepared for the worst.