The following abilities are interspersed throughout the following story... I thought a longer narrative would be nicer to read then 7 none-sensible 100 word posts
Bonus: Nara Strategy, shadow tactics
1. Concentrated Focus
2. Jutsu mastery
3. Jutsu creator
4. Clarity
5. Human Anatomy
6. Insight
7. Economizer
8, 9, 10. Jinchuuriki
The dark metal of his body slipped out of the water silently as he gently lifted himself up to the heavily armoured boat. The mechanical and bioengineered muscles in his hands clasped the railing as he lifted his masked head over the lip of it to gain line of sight to the immediate area.
The ever present mist that gave the country its name coiled over the deck, making the search lanterns placed speradicly across the deck give of less light and more obscurity as they vainly tried to keep the grey wall at bay, though the fog was not deep enough to completely hide the ships occupants.
There were six men on deck, four of witch he recognised from the Mission briefing, there was Kazuo Taoka, a small time Drug Smuggler and full time heavy for hire and two of his boys, the cleaver brothers (a nickname well earned, at least in reputation). The final recognised face was that of Shin Kamatsatsu, successful business man and opportunist... his Primary Mission Objective and the formers apparent employer.
The last two men were unknown factors though their bear chests boldly displaying full torso tattoos, crisscrossed intermittently with wide, angry looking scars, and what appeared to be Cursed Seals interwoven into the patterns created by the two, one had hair tied in a warriors tail, the other shaved with tattoos continuing onto his bald face and scalp.
(Insight & Human anatomy) Their tattoos and scars told a thousand little stories to Yong's memory, recalling what each meant, taking note of the angles of the scares, estimated depth of the damaged tissue and how recent the damage had taken place, learning their defensive weaknesses, what angles to attack from, all would be taken into account if they needed to be neutralised to complete his mission, and any opening would be enough. The Cursed Seals were of more concern to him, none of which he recognised despite his intimate knowledge of such... They meant power, not to be underestimated. He subconsciously labeled them Subject A and B respectively.
Yong slipped silently onto the swaying deck, his feet moving with ease across the slippery timbers, his chakra assisting him to not slip and give himself away. (Economiser) The blade of his black katana cut through the swirling mist leaving a darker trail in the air behind its arc as he drew it, ready for his next course of action. Without a sound Yong used his Nara inherited abilities to slip into the shadowed deck, leaving no trace. Moments later he stepped bodily from the mast, appearing from the shadow cast by the large sail.
One of the tattooed men, 'A', looked momentarily to the spot where Yong had been but seconds earlier. He turned to his companion, 'B', nodding almost imperceptibly to the other. B turned towards Shin, "We are not alone..."
Shin stood quickly, reaching for the sword at his hip and drawing it with an obviously inexperienced hand, he lowered it to his side, letting the heavy tip bite into the decking. He cleared his throat before speaking in a clear strong voice,
"We know you are here assassin, you have betrayed yourself... Give up." He stared blindly into the mist, totally oblivious to the threat directly above his head, "You are alone and outnumbered, you cant possibly kill us all."
He continued to stare into the mists, his eyes scanning the deck for any tell tale signs of the yet unseen assassin, "show yourself now, little shinobi of the Mists and I promise I will spare you, but I warn you, I wont make the offer twice." A smirk crossed Shin's face, sure in the knowledge that he had the upper hand in the situation, after all, one mist assassin against five hired shinobi, there was no doubt in his mind, he would come off better in this encounter.
He was wrong, Yong moved like lightning to the deck, his katana slid into Shin's spine with well practised ease, the bone offering no resistance to its razor edge. Yong twisted quickly, lifting the shocked but helpless man off of the floor. The katana forcing its way through the mans sternum through the gravity of his own twitching body. Another twist and a slide to the right made the blade scrape down the mans ribs before messily bursting from Shin's body, the red mist of arterial spray looked almost comical in its excess. 'Primary objective complete...' Thought Yong as he stepped away from the recently inhumed target.
As the limp form of the primary objective thumped unceremoniously to the now blood slicked deck the five remaining occupants of the boat turned to him, though only the three known goons showed any sign of shock, which was quickly replaced with action, wicked looking weapons seemingly appearing in their hands. They began to circle the dark, metal clad shinobi, their intent obvious.
Yong spoke first, a metallic whirring starting behind the mask as he spoke, the words coming out as no more than a whisper through his masks vox caster "...My mission is complete... there is no need... for your blood to spill... for this man..."
Kazuo grinned, showing stained and yellow teeth, a side effect from his years of drug abuse, "Now you see you got that mixed up there friend, I have no intention of letting my blood spill... Yours is my intent... You have made me look the fool is what you have done, killing someone under my protection right in front of me, now that just ain't on, so my boys and I are going to teach you a lesson, murdering people what has paid me to protect 'em is just not on. Now we goin' to have to put you down..." The thugs at his sides grunted and snorted a laugh at the threat, in that silly laugh that bullies with a limited intelligence seemed to employ when they were about to hurt someone.
The whirr began again before the words "...so be it." escaped in barely more than a whisper. The cleaver brothers both lunged, bringing their wicked blades down in punishing arcs, a practiced manoeuvre of the two, designed to take a man at the knees from one side and at the neck from the other. The mens movements seemed in slow motion to his highly enhanced senses, Yong brought his katana up in a blindingly fast strike, sending the hand, still holding the wicked cleaver spinning across the deck in a shower of blood. His stepped to the side, spinning around the second strike and connected with his knee to the would be attackers face with a sickeningly wet crack, caving in most of the cleaver brother's right cheek and eye socket and sending him unconscious to the floor in a bubbling heap, pooling blood gurgling in the throat of the quickly expiring man.
The other cleaver brother fumbled to reach his recently severed hand, lifting it with his remaining hand and began to ply his fingers free from the hilt of his weapon with his teath. Through sheer adrenalin or willpower he regained his feet and turned to face Yong again, though his face had drained of almost all colour.
(Clarity) The deck of the boat seemed to heave unnaturally rocked for a moment but all had become calm again as the rolling green hills spread out before him, his goats walked lazily, munching unconcernedly on the plentiful grass that surrounded them endlessly into all horizons... A goat bleated, which seemed to speak to him... On some weird level in his subconscious... "Not Right... Not Real" a genjutsu then? Yong concentrated for a moment, sliding his perceptions through realities and returning to his body, finding himself laid out on the deck of the boat, his katana some feet away from him.
Kazuo stood over him, his eyes spinning with the sharingan, cursed uchiha eyes... Yong made a mental not to update the mans file when he returned, and to collect as usual. Nowhere did it say he was uchiha...
Yong remained motionless, allowing the deception of his minds return to remain undetected. The remaining cleaver brother began to stumble towards Yong, cleaver raised above his head ready to deliver the killing blow.
'A' the first of the unknown shinobi moved to restrain him, clasping his wrist in an iron grip "No! We need him alive, that was the deal."
The only living cleaver brother stared with hatred at the man holding him from his revenge, spitting anger with every word he spoke "He fucking killed Ken! He fucking killed him! And he fucking took my hand... Im gonna fucking kill him now." His arm struggled in 'A's grip in a rage to complete his deadly intentions, 'B' moved fast, sliding his hand under the cleaver brothers chin and wrenching it back in one movement, fountaining arterial spray over Kazuo. The Uchiha stood in open mouthed shock before 'B' offered his explanation "he was getting on my nerves, we don't have time for this shit, get the subject ready for transport before he wakes up."
Kazuo grinned, it took more than the needless slaughter of his subordinates to shake him for long, especially when the amount these two had offered him to take protection duty for the business man... The bait... "He will not wake up sirs, he is in paradise until I bring him back, you can count on that." The Uchiha reached to tap the seemingly unconscious Yong's helmet but found unnatural resistances stopping his muscles moving (concentrated focus).
The mechanical whirr again accompanying the two simple words breathed out of the motionless, metal clad shinobi "...Wrong again..." The bind had been successful, he had all three trapped in his nara shadows, now to make the seconds count.
His individual hands began to blur through two sets of hand seals, black chakra coiled through his fingers as the seals moved almost faster than vision.
'B' sighed, "he has played us for fools gentlemen... I suggest you brace for what is to come next... As well as you can under these circumstances..." Though he could not turn his head his eyes swivelled towards Yong's blurring hands (jutsu mastery & jutsu creator). Yong rose to his feet, as if lifted by the shadows come to life. His hands came together for the final few hand seals, the two chakras mixed together violently as the air erupted in black fire, the flames surging through the three stationary men, seeming to pass through them unresisted, leaving them unharmed, though bright streams of chakra poured from them, in the direction of the shadow fire and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Abruptly the tirade stopped, all three men falling to the strangely unscorched deck, no sign of life, as the souls had been taken, not by him but by the gate of Enma which had surged through those flames of shadow.
Yong moved silently and retrieved his katana, sheathing it before walking to the lifeless bodies of 'A' & 'B'. He knelt beside the body for a moment, staring at the unactivated cursed seals before deciding on a path to take. He removed his flencing knife and began to skin the men.
His headset crackled to life, the voice on the other end so familiar "**Yong I just monitored a huge flux in dark chakra at your location... I trust everything is under control?**"
Yong reached to the side of his mask with blood slicked fingers, pressing concealed locations to cause the visor to retract. Continuing with the bloody work of collecting the tattoos/cursed seals for further study he responded to the caller, his voice no longer distorted by his mask he spoke in a clear voice, though it was still accompanied by the whirr "...all finished here brother... Im bringing back... something you might find... interesting..."
