dismiss your fears [private]
May 1, 2013 3:30:27 GMT -7
Post by Kiyoshi on May 1, 2013 3:30:27 GMT -7
Kiyoshi had received a letter from an old acquaintance, a man he had met back in his home Kitateha estate. The man spoke of how he had betrayed his kin by leaving and becoming a shinobi, and he threatened to reveal it to the compound and bash his name before his family. This was simply unacceptable, the blonde caring about his image even if he didn’t interact with them anymore, just in case he was to ever return. Fortunately for him, he was able to track down where Takashi was, the man who dared try blackmailing him. A small village within the Land of Rain was the location, and here he was to make a little visit to straighten things out before things got out of hand.
Luckily for him, he ran into this man cutting down lumber a ways outside of the village on his way there. The blonde had tried to reason with the other, keeping himself in check at first. But as Takashi continued to slander and threaten him, he eventually snapped. There was only so much he could take. Kiyoshi pulled his wooden Mateki from his kimono and brought it to his lips, the other three metal and still within vertical pockets on the inside of the outer layer around the front of his thighs. Just above those pockets he had a utility belt type two that was hidden underneath the white sash that kept his blue and white kimono together, partially filled with six blood clot pills, a wireless radio, twenty flint, thirty-five circular LED flashlights, four knives, and sniper goggles with thermal vision, night vision, x-ray vision, and anti-flash lenses. His gyrocompass was still in the wagon, with a horse in front of it and his two animal companions, Chiyo and Torak, nearby.
The result of the haunting melody was Takashi finding himself unable to move, the man seeing and feeling wires wrap around his limbs and keeping him still. He would also receive the sensations of his flesh melting off his muscles, and his pained screams filled what Kiyoshi thought to be an empty forest. A pleasured shiver ran down his spine as he heard the screams and pleas, letting it drag on for a little longer than he should. It was clear this man was caving, but that part of him that itched to see other’s in pain was acting up. Sure there was a little voice in his head telling him this was a bad idea, but it was just so quiet at the moment. And to anyone else who managed to witness this, it would appear as if his victim was just on his knees with arms stretched out, crying out for mercy for no obvious reason since the genjutsu wouldn’t be affecting them.
Luckily for him, he ran into this man cutting down lumber a ways outside of the village on his way there. The blonde had tried to reason with the other, keeping himself in check at first. But as Takashi continued to slander and threaten him, he eventually snapped. There was only so much he could take. Kiyoshi pulled his wooden Mateki from his kimono and brought it to his lips, the other three metal and still within vertical pockets on the inside of the outer layer around the front of his thighs. Just above those pockets he had a utility belt type two that was hidden underneath the white sash that kept his blue and white kimono together, partially filled with six blood clot pills, a wireless radio, twenty flint, thirty-five circular LED flashlights, four knives, and sniper goggles with thermal vision, night vision, x-ray vision, and anti-flash lenses. His gyrocompass was still in the wagon, with a horse in front of it and his two animal companions, Chiyo and Torak, nearby.
The result of the haunting melody was Takashi finding himself unable to move, the man seeing and feeling wires wrap around his limbs and keeping him still. He would also receive the sensations of his flesh melting off his muscles, and his pained screams filled what Kiyoshi thought to be an empty forest. A pleasured shiver ran down his spine as he heard the screams and pleas, letting it drag on for a little longer than he should. It was clear this man was caving, but that part of him that itched to see other’s in pain was acting up. Sure there was a little voice in his head telling him this was a bad idea, but it was just so quiet at the moment. And to anyone else who managed to witness this, it would appear as if his victim was just on his knees with arms stretched out, crying out for mercy for no obvious reason since the genjutsu wouldn’t be affecting them.