The Fisherman's Call. [M/P]

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Bitches please. An old man?

As I entered out into the cool outside weather, I'd finally unveil my limbs from their comfortable bed within my robes. Stretching out widely as I began my morning. My head would look down upon the parchment as I began to observe the thicker detail. Thugs, f**k**g with some old fisherman? What a bunch'a girl thingies. I would look effortlessly over by shoulder as I let my voice float calmly into his ears. "Well guess what. Today we get to fight some bitches holding a fisherman captive." Instead of reviewing to him the details aloud, I'd let him take care of that himself, flicking the neatly folded piece of paper his way as we continued on. I would hope it to be obvious to him that we would need to remove the ones outside quietly so as to not alert the man conveniently located within.

Our long voyage would ultimately carry us to the area of our target. It lay isolate among a large hill, or rather a heap, of beach land. Surrounded on all sides by a thug. The one closest to us with an obvious low fuel of stamina. A teethless grin would spread cheek to cheek as I turned undisturbed to my comrade ninja. My voice quiet to the point that only he could here my whispers. "We attack that one first, quietly." Following the completion of my suggestion, my digits would intertwine gracefully forming a single zodiac form. The effects causing iron sand from my polarity field to form in a disc the size of my body. With a "good luck" flick of my fingers to this unnamed shinobi, I would take flight. Relying on the disc and my precise polarity control to carry me to the house quietly at a height of twenty meters. Allowing me both room to spare upwards, and putting me just out of sight.

My frame would move quickly through the air as I traveled fluently upon my disc. Placing me just above the guard dog who now began to nod off from long hours of standing guard. The sand would cushion my fall as I jumped from feet above the surface. Making no noise as I transferred my stance from iron sand to that of regular nature. Menacingly, I would step worth with shuriken in hand. And in the flash of an eye his life would end. My strong hand would clasp over his mouth as my shuriken holding hand was brought to his throat. Quietly whispering calming words into his ear I would tear the flesh of his neck. Allowing his blood to spill out onto the sand beneath his feet. What a silent an unexpected death it was.

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red optics viewed it all.
"Your going first?"[/right]I guess he was, since this fellow began to use his bloodline for his secret attack on the thugs. I watched as my partner began his plan, and I must say I was very impressed by it, but I felt he could have done better. Digits began to search within my collection of items; a senbon was revealed. With adding the power of a ninja, and a flick of the wrist. It would strike the person that was behind the guard that my partner had attacked; two done, two more to go.

I had to be stealthy for this mission; my frame was exactly five meters from the house, and now it was time to go for the second guard. I supplied my feet with charka, and in a swift motion I was by the third guard, my tentacle quickly grasping his mouth, while the other released a black projectile across his throat. And with that; there was one left outside. Maybe the matsuma boy will handle that one, but if he didn't--I was prepared.
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It be on now!

My head would tilt slightly, peeking around the corner of the building's exterior and gifting me with the sight of another guard. Smiling maliciously, my would turn back to my original positions with hands already jumping into actions. Digits would flurry as my frame would reveal itself around the corner. But as the guard would notice me, my eight iron sand hexagonal creations would be at work. A taunting glare would cause him to rush me but it was already over. Before anything could be done. Two of my iron plates would connect with great force. The point of connection. His neck. The blades would easily slice through his rubbery flesh. Shooting blood both in the air and all around on the ground.

But I wouldn't stop here. Instead of entering through the door and killing the man to its lead, I would leave that for my unnamed partner in crime. Instead, I would hurtle myself full speed through the living room window and come crashing down on the interior guard. Bitch was dead before he knew what the fuck happened. Several blows from my fist to his dome, temple to be specific would leave him unconscious or close to it. I would then throw the sip tied old man over my shoulder as my frame brought us as fast as possible to and through the front door. My powerful foot make short of this shitty wooden door. As all this shit happened I would have altered the polarity field of all the hexagons surround the unconscious bandit. An explosion of iron sand sending his organs every which way. Bitch was one dead mofo. Once outside, my bloodied kunai would slice through his plastic restraints. Setting him free once again and presenting us with his gratitude.

And with that I would leave, faking a smile to increase his joy and maybe convincing him to give good words about my superiors. Oh and my man would be at my back as we left this shit hole.

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