Lady Rescue Shadow [Mission]

[Nekomata Minh]

Iwagakure Shut Down – Repaying a Debt
Rank: C
IIC Length: 2-3 Posts
Difficulty: High
Objective: Save the wife of one of the Tsuchikage's supporters from the forces of the Godric loyalists.
Description:
After the Tsuchikage's inauguration the forces of the Godric loyalists have begun to take action against the current shinobi forces and the former rebel group responsible for electing Hiroji Uchiha into the Hyuuga's former position. Having begun targeting the higher ranking members of the rebel group, now going by the name of the 'Libertarian Union,' several murders have already been committed and an evacuation has been completed however one straggling family has been cornered by the loyalists. Trapped somewhere in the abandoned districts of the village the wife of Morgan Donovan (Rebecca Donovan) was separated from their son and has been lost ever since. Morgan was instrumental in Hiroji's ascension to Tsuchikage so repaying the favour goes a long way. The pairs son has been found safe and sound however Rebecca is still missing. Someone has to go and find her as soon as possible before she loses her life.
Restrictions: N/A
Reward: 7,500

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/Enter

Disposable... All of them... A dark guardian of Stone does not condone this senseless protest. Mindless they may be... but their actions are not just. Junko was standing tall on a street lantern pole, watching them. Her dragon katana, sheathed but in hand horizontally. Her assault dress outfitted for this job in particularly.



It was a black, Kimino style dress with the sides cut out to allow more leg room. To avoid over exposure it has buckled tightening around the torso. Junko only wore a tank top shirt underneath this attire, in which sports tape and panties were the underwear attire. This aggressive kimino was well suited for this mission in which her belt and butt bags could be applied comfortably, filled with explosive tags, kunai, hira and bo shurikens. Nothing else was needed. Her long and strong legs covered by grey stockings, and her feet protected by ninja sandals. She was ready. And rather pissed as well. 

So with that she quickly calculated the group of protesters. Up to about fifty people, and five speakers on the stage. Easy picking. With that said she would hold her katana tightly in her hand by the grip, and dropped down to the street below. This was going to get ugly fast. But she at least needed to make sure some of them were alive. Even if they committed murders. She needed information. A with that...came her judgement of action. Her eyes would turn from magenta to red as she switched personalities rather quickly into Deathko.

Her black catears and tail becoming a bit more on edge than soft and fluffy as her pupils turned into sharp slits. With her long raven black tied in a fringed ponytail she stared at the onlooking protesters that would turn around. The minute they saw the headband on her forehead they began booing on instinct. This only making Junko now turned Deathko even more annoyed. They were all going to die. A painful death at that, quick or not.

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"Look! The kage has sent his right hand lapdog to civilize us! Whoop-dee-doo!" One of the protesters would have mocked, laughing hysterically at her own joke. Followed by some rough chuckled, some murmurs, and the few laughs here and there. Junko herself ignoring her antics to tip her bad side. Cause for her information. She was already on that list. So seriously what was going to stop Junko from murdering all of these people? You would think that may end up being her morals right? Her mental consciousness, telling her to simply observe the crowd and find a better solution. But after the crimes she knows they have committed. Even if only by bystanding. That couldn't be forgiven. So this was going to wake them up.

Junko scoffed of her flurry of insults, and the podium speaker trying to make a panel right away about her would end up the first to regret it.  So in a quick moment, Junko despite them watching flung a shuriken through the mass of them in which all of them stopped what they were doing trying to evade it, only to see the man, completely dead now as the shuriken struck him in the head square on. A series of gasps echoed across the streets as they would be horrified seeing the speaker that they were so confident in following get nailed. And right when he fell to his complete death, the high pitched sound of sealed chakra went off as Junko finished her handseals movement. And with that, Junko took in a deep break as she stood straight now. The carnage was on...

In a hot second Junko would release a flaming dragon from her mouth, using the exerted air which would strike harshly into the crowd, exploding and, killing or badly damaging those that were in the middle of the blast radius. Body parts, and blood was all over the place now, as a large fire burned within the smoke that arose from the explosion. With this, Junko kept a straight face, ignoring the screams of terror as she'd unsheathed her sword now, and rushed in.

With no real care Junko darted into the screening smoke, and immediately started slicing, and destroying people left and right. As unlawful as that may sound. These people were confirmed to have taken part in the murdering in so many innocent other who supported Hirjoi instead of Godric. So due to this stupid rioting, they found themselves put in a time of uncertain survival. Her blade getting stained redder by the moment as she pushed through the screams of death, and continued to kill.

Dancing from body to body, hacking them into lifelessness. A small group of men trying to stop her only to be burned to a crisp by another katon jutsu. Their screams of pain,...suffering proved to be a twisted tune of harsh reality. In this situation, Blood was to be spilled. No other real way to her task right now. So that goes to say something for now it seemed.

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Her fluffy cat ears refused to listen to any cries for mercy, or slander of unlawful authority. That it is her fault this is happening. Oh it most certainly is her fault. It is her fault she didn't remove their tainted minds from society a long time ago. If only she would have heard of it sooner. It was ridiculous in anything to even allow something of this scale go unsettled. So she didn't understand their anger and or false reasoning.

She has lived on the bottom so much, she basked in it for warmth on the cold nights with only her sister alone. Young Adults unprepared for the world itself. She was a lost asset being guided from two different fronts. Multiple lives all around, but only one goal that was always a priority. The purpose. And right now...her purpose was to send these people to Lord Death for reimbursement. And so....that is what she was to do.

Mentally, praying for her god to watch over her soul, as she'd be commuting to a painful sin, in the slaying of lesser evils by committing greater evil. A concept that she is not aware of obviously. Never mind that fact, Junko's piercing red irises shined through the smoke which would mark creeping fate upon onlookers on the stage. Three of them still shaken that one of them was already down for the count. It was frightening. Whatever those crimson eyes went, a sound of Death receiving another soul entered. Sometimes by many. Junko was on a rampage, and without words as she dashed from group to group dispatching them by irregular numbers.

The fifty that was previously there, was withered down to thirty two. With the smoke beginning to clear Junko had to be on her toes as they could see her now. Or at lease catch a glimpse enough to tell it was her. A man, with barely anything came at her with a chair he had found next to a shop, yelling furiously as he charged. Two more coming on of them a woman with nothing, but her bare hands cursing her existence. Junko would block the chair and kick the man in the gut to have him stagger, her ears alerting her of movement enough for her to dodge a knife that was swiped at her neck by a lean man.

She'd quickly sweep his leg, then push of with her hands and feet to launch herself in the air. Twirling her body to land facing the woman who wouldn't have the ability to track her movement. With slight mercy she'd only knock her with the hilt, and send her into a abrupt slumber, in which she tumbled to her side out of the way. The man however that had the chair was still in this. "You village ninja are all the same!!" He dared to yell. As he came at Junko full charge again. 

Her eyebrows tensed hearing this false accusation, in which made her angrier, and would move forward to meet his challenge. She'd dodge his poorly given haymaker, as if that would have connected it still could prove bad, but in the mix of things would result to wanting to end this quickly. So she'd quickly slash his side, to give a warning shot. However he kept coming. Those around the two only stared still a bit shocked. Junko could sense the lack of more onlookers wanting to act in revenge, which made her curious.

But she was busy with this man, who insisted to teach her a lesson. He was not able to keep up though, and would continue to receive slashes on different parts of his body. Not lethal ones, but ones that would render him slower and slower, quickly becoming less compatible to even stand and breath. The smoke know fading to only a thin fog as Junko would now stand in a half ready stance, watching this man very gradually stumble to her. He still wanted to fight. Tears falling down his face as he knew this wasn't working.

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Why was he so persistent? The man would fall to his knees and hands, only to shed his tears. He didn't have anymore pride to even look at Junko. Her cold stare curiously staring at him. He waited for Death now. He waited for the killing blow. However Junko did not yet give it, but her bloodied blade was still at the ready to do so just in case. "Why, do you persist to deny your wrongs? Why go through the trouble?" Junko would ask the man. But she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I had no choice....please...consider yourself merciful....to put yourself in my shoes if I even had any....my family....I tried what I could to provide for it. But what could we have done? I was an honest man. And yet, where did that take me. Where did that take the rest of us! We were subject to the failings of the Kage Order to live in poverty, and stripped of our hopes and wishes. And nobody not even ourselves could think to be able to work alone. So we all did whatever we could to survive! Nobody else would have. And especially not some ninja, spoon fed their orders and mindlessly acting them without second thought!" He protested, still shedding tears, but looked at Junko now. His face flustered in frustration. 

Junko in her young age didn't know how to respond to this other than guilt. It was shown by her lack of being able to hold her stern look for long. In realization she'd look around. Noticing the looks she received. The general public, not knowing her identity. Feared her. Little did they know she was one of the fabled twins to have disappeared long ago that this very village welcomed. The village she has yet to forgive for the wrong doings it did to her family. Junko's hand let the sword rise a bit. She looked at its stained metal. The fresh coat of dark red. Others gasped, thinking after all of that she was going to kill the man in cold blood. But she wasn't. Not anymore...

She'd flick the blade harshly, forcing the blood to splatter across the ground and off of its beautiful craft. Now partly cleaned, she ran her hand on its surface, letting her fingers feel the warm blood that was still there. Rubbing it against her skin. She'd remember this day... With a sigh she would sheath her dragon katana and, looked at the man. Noticing his wife, and child fearful of what was happening. And with that  she let the fact of her actions sink in. Then she spoke.

"All of you, want to be spared. Whether or not I should still puzzles me for I do not know all of your crimes. But I will tell you this. You are forgiven on this day. But DO NOT take what the village ninja in vain ever again unless proven otherwise. The whole village was tainted by the previous kage and you all failed to notice. He brainwashed you all including me to take control and, have a legion of followers to do his bidding. But he is gone now. And a knew leader has risen. I trust enough that he will make change, but you must work with me. Help change the tide and shed light to though who still worship that cruel vampire.

For I cannot promise safety if you all choose to commit more crime upon the innocent out of frustration. I am here on a very important task.But personally if I find out someone has committed crimes for unlawful reasoning, they shall be removed. NONE of you realize how hard it is for ninja to work for a village that doesn't trust them despite the protection they hae provided all of these years. If it weren't for us we would have more than faulty kage to deal with. I assure you...if Hiroji isn't a man of true new beginnings, a wellness for his people, and only wishes to rule in terms of unlawful judgement and dictatorship..... I will kill him myself...." She'd pause for moment to confirm if she even meant that. But in the current situation as long as these people somewhat believed her. Then she wasn't going to worry. "Leave this place and return to your homes. Gather whatever belongings that you do own, and do not return. The only rumor that should be spread is no rumor at all. They will further proceed to poison your minds. Now GO! before I change my mind." And without a second thought they did so. Some out right scurrying to get out of there. However for the speakers on the stage. She'd turn to them, with nothing but anger in her eyes. Her blood lust returning. "All except you remaining four..." She'd growl cruelly; as the sound of her katana's blade being unleashed again pierced fear back into them.

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"Please, what you're doing should be illegal, this is only an act of protest against a corrupt system! These people desired a voice and that was whats- Arraaah!!!" A lone an who tried to plead against Junko, only to has his head pressed on the podium, not wanting him to speak any further before taking him by the hair and tossing him to the side. That image of Junko was horrifyingly dark. Stained in blood that wasn't hers holding a katana, with flames only just now suffocation out. Junko was not happy with this situation. A woman, dressed formally would walk in front of Junko and block her path to the man she had thrown to the ground. Trying to be a wall in this case. "I can put you on trial for this. You won't see any light of-" She would not be rendered useful from there. As Junko had lunged forward, grabbing her tensely by the shoulder, and pierced her body with her sword.

And make sure she felt it, by slowly pushing it all the way, and tilting it to the side, to make her cough her useless blood on the stage behind her. The shock in her eyes as she didn't expect this to end so soon. A pained wheeze as she couldn't breath anymore with her lunges drowning. The only thing she'd hear is Junko's cold words. "Your opinions are no longer important. As is your life. Lord Death will enjoy enslaving you..." She'd say. Then pull the blade out roughly letting her moan out in agony, before she'd watch her fall and no longer be alive from then on. The man on the ground stuck in neutral. "You still wish not to speak I see." Junko would say to him.

Before she could make any more sentences another speaker acted upon fear instincts and yelled out cursing as he ran at her. Only having a glance, she'd backhand him to wake him up. And once he realized he just called Death upon himself foolishly Junko would then act. Pinning him to the ground and, impaling his hands to the stage with kunais. From her she'd spend time beating his face in, her emotionless face showing no problems in doing so. His tears did not matter.

She punched him ten times in totally, leaving him bloodied and bruised. His hands still impaled leaving him unable to do anything, but be used as a tool to show Junko she wasn't messing around anymore. "You need to be silenced." She'd mutter before pulling out an explosive tag, and placed it over his mouth firmly. The seal now ready to be detonated. However she would wait. Standing up, still looking at him to see if she wanted to do anything else. With only five seconds spent doing so she turned to the other speaker who has yet to have harm inflicted on her.

She was horrified to see a woman do such things herself. She never pictured the Iwagakure Ninja Academy to breed such monsters. Of course that was her opinion. Junko was trained to do such things, but she did not enjoy them. In which her deathly gaze was a warning not to fuck up her only chance at life. Instead she would turn to the man on the ground. "Now I will ask you again... And only once as the next time I will painfully get the answer out of you, by inflicting injury on your wife over there. These is an important official from the Donovan family. Her name is Rebecca. I am aware you helped organize the assault, and chose the location for where she'd be hidden. We do know she is in the abandoned districts. So I will ask you this... Where is she...and who is asked to kill her if need be? You have one minute, or your wife dies."  This alone spooked the man. He was about to call bluff, but Junko was not kidding as she raise her katana as an act of warning, her eyes burning more with frustration as she was beginning to lose patience. So just in case she'd begin walking to the woman. But he was already broken. Wishing not to see his wife beaten in front of him.

"Okay! Okay!! Wait!" He'd plead. But Junko would not listen. She was tired of these games. So she'd kick the woman harshly before grabbing the woman by the hair, and drag her over. Then pinned her uncomfortably in front of him, holding her tightly as her blade rested under her chin. "Don't waste my time!" She shouted. He would freak out and shout the answers Junko wanted. "Rebecca is in an abandoned farm house!! Sulivan Yukata was sent to seek the premise to be guarded! He is the one you want I promise. Here is his picture!!" He's confess handing out a picture of him, which looked to be a mug shot. So he was a criminal. Junko looked at the picture, training her eyes on it, and then let the crying woman go, to grasp it. She'd stand up, letting the man comfort his frightened wife. And with that Junko would leave them. However they failed to realize that she did not promise that they would still live...

With no hesitation once she got ten meters away, she'd sign her hand and activate the explosive seal that was placed on the other man's mouth. The sound of the seal burning alerting them of its activation making them both freeze in confusion of this betrayal. The only thing left was a large explosion killing all three of them, and a stage what was once used for performances now set to burn. Junko kept it all behind her though. Her job not yet finished of course... At least though. She won't have to worry about cleaning up the mess. The burning ashes of the crisp bodies of the people she slayed today would naturally depart themselves. Not like Junko cared all that much anyway. She was definitely in the mood for some pastries afterwards though...

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The only thing that happened left was a repeat from before. Eventually before they would reciee word fast enough to react Junko would have arrived at the farm house. Stealthing her way through their defenses, and went straight for Sulivan. In the end all that was left was an office room full of at least five dead bodies, and fresh blood everywhere. Sullivan was impaled to the wall, by his hands with kunais, his eyes removed, and his legs dismembered. Clothing tattered, and am explosive tag placed over his mouth.

There were nine more laced all around key points of the house, but in the end Junko would find Rebecca. She was tied up, and blinded by a gag which all would be removed. "Rebecca Donovan? Hiroji has requested you be brought back home to your family."  Before the commotion from upstairs was checked on by guards, Junko would have already escaped, by teleportation via her wormhole ability. 150 meters away back out to the gates in which she marked to remember where to go in case she needed to escape. But this all was done quickly and without trouble. And with that, she'd make the same handseal, and activate the tags. Everyone there, would be meeting a swift and fiery death today. And from there, Junko would carry Rebecca home. Her job now done. And the mythic guardian of Iwagakure would be rumored to have struck again. This time not as gentle as usual. Both Junko and Hiroji would gain a lot from this day...

/End and Exit Mission.