Prison Breakers (Mission)

[Katsumaru]

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Prison Breakers
Rank: B
Danger: Medium
Posting Minimum: 8
Minimum participants 2
Maximum participants: 3
Description: Through a series of extremely well planned strategies, as well as with the aid of corrupt guards, groups of prisoner shinobi have managed to escape what was once thought to be an un-escapable prison within the village. Their ranks range from genin to chuunin but as a group they are a fearsome team. They have been locked up for some time now and have lost much of their fighting skills and physical strength, but still pose a minor thread. Capture the escaped criminals before any of them manage to flee into other countries!
How to complete: RP investigating the crime scene at the prison, following their trail, engaging the team and hopefully beating them! This mission involves some minor GMing for the enemy, which will occur once you search out for them.
Reward: 4,000

The walk towards the prison had taken several minutes and my mind had entrenched itself deeply into thought. Such a peculiar sensation arose within this twisted soul. Excitement, dread, anger, a vortex of emotions blending into a single, overwhelming sensation. Often had such sentiments tore into my consciousness, but with time and the proper stimulus, they too will fade. And truly did they fade as I approached the prison.

As the sun was at its zenith, the prison unveiled itself before these eyes from quite a distance away. The building stood high, two floors at most. Four towers higher than the walls manned by shinobi stood at each corner, equalling to a total of for. Additional guards stood at the top of the prison, eyes dancing left and right for the search of escapees. Perhaps these guards have allowed the convicts to flee? A speculation I believe to be accurate, but a mere speculation will not do and must be supported by the proper evidence.

I glanced backwards for a moment to see if the Etsuki too was close. Then my gaze returned to the gates of the prison. Age has had its effects on the wood, as tears spread its surface, and the colour had dimmed. The dent of time had not made its effect on the stones surrounding the gates, as they seemed untouched. A group of two guards stood by the gates and turned immediately.

”State your name and business.”The leftmost of the two said.

”Katsumaru Aburame.” rather than stating my business, I showed the stamped mission paper. Nodding, the guards waved me inside.

Within the panorama became slightly more bearable. None of the surrounding plant life grew near the wood. A number of guards, five, patrolled this area. Occasionally I saw guards walk forth from each side. Presumably the guards also patrolled the back parts of the prison.

Finally I arrived at the door to the main building of the prison. Finally my heart had halted its dance, and I entered. Again the guards within asked for my name and business, and with a similar reply as before, they asked no further questions. The entrance to the sell was to the left, and I glanced through the iron barred door.

The corridors were lit only by the light of the sun, it seemed. Either I could not see any artificial sources of light or they were nonexistent. The loud, rowdy shouting of the prisoners that had not escaped rung in my ears. Now I stood, awaiting Etsuki.

[I C H I R O™]

The chakra seasoned of training and disgust, incredible power would roam the crimson lit eyes rimmed with the darkest of Onyx. Three tomoe, or comma as they say, resting silently in place as my feet followed the fluent yet motive-like steps of my comrade Katsumaru toward what had been the prison of Konoha. Darkened and the slightest of misty had the terrain begun to seem as our figures moved slowly through the graves of many and the thrones of several others. Death within such a place had been their sentence for the crimes, the life they have lived - or the life they had lived for some time now. My voice would remain dormant as I myself along with Katsumaru followed the movement of the guards here. While the warrior of mass power himself would speak, I would search for the slightest of lying with the Sharingan I had honed to such a peak.

Jaw tight as I allowed myself to carefully examine the guards' emotion, I would turn my death defying eyes to the walls of this prison for a moment or so simply searching for the many paths that could have been created yet fixed upon a whim for the escape of these "prisoners". Not yet had we even been close to encountering such men but once we did, I had been completely sure of their fate... Death would be the only thing left for them. Their souls would be freed from the flesh encasing it and the conscious that led them into the odd and dishonorable acts they've done. They would soon be forgiven or left to a life of continous death by whoever roamed the world they would find when they encountered the warrior known to be Blaze, Uchiha crowned King as far as I had been concerned.

Tch, on second thought, I would removed the crown and crush it myself. For such a family, a blood line with so much hate rolling and roaming its walls, I would alone have to cleanse it by removing the links that held us back. In due time however, In due time.

Sharingan Stage 3 ;; Active!

[Katsumaru]

Those yellow eyes of mine stirred from one side to the other, absorbing the features of the prison cells. The mocking bellowing of the inmates intruded upon my thoughts, and only with slow breathing and a moment of concentration could I outshine those nauseating barks for silent reflection. The first step is to make this slender Kouba shell appear vulnerable to the prisoners, for that brought a chance –however slight- that the escaped captives, should they still linger here, strike the victim perceived as vulnerable. It mattered not whether this alleged layer brought complication to interrogation; victims will speak through pain, and that is a sensation I will not hesitate to inflict upon these fools.

Filth covered the prison; layer of dust upon layer of dust. The stench of squalid buffoons tore into my nose, an odor so strong that I could nearly taste it upon my tongue. How that disgusted me. Mayhap it was the nature of a plant, that of the Kouba, that gave birth to this disgust. A plant thrives not in grime, nor does this wretched soul hold any preference towards it.

Multiple cells, presumably those of escaped prisoners, contained not even a single heap of flesh. With a quick glance, I glimpsed no overlying evidence, not even a slight indication of where those bastards could have fled to. Those cells will require further analysis. Likely one of the guards helped the convicts in those cells escape. A single cell towards the centre caught my eye. A large hole rested in the middle of that cell. But was this truly created as means to escape, or for mere distraction?

"Have you found anything? The first thing I would suggest is to interrogate the guards. Violently, if necessary." I murmured to the Uchiha, my voice barely above a whisper.

[I C H I R O™]

Nothing Yet.

And yourself?

I would speak quickly, my sight shifting to his person for the moment that it had been necessary. These prisoners had surely been a smart little clique, to escape in such a mass and to have the guards aid them. Some power they held within them, however it had been quite a while and the chances of them finding food had been little to none which would mean they were pretty hungry and low on energy. With a grin finding its way to sit snug-like upon my face, I would step off passing Katsumaru and heading off into the dusty ruins that this prison had been. Dust slipping from cracks in the walls would fall gently to the concrete floor - the smell rushing through my nostrils never one to embrace, and the feeling that had crawled through me was one that I would never gain again after such a day on this mission.

My eyes would remain doing their job, searching for chakra while I would ready myself to perform with my mind's eye.

Sharingan Stage 3 ;; Active!

[Katsumaru]

My eyes continued to dance from side to side, in search of a sign, however slight. So far it seemed to me as if the prisoners were precise in their escape, leaving those as I, without noteworthy tracking abilities, rather dumbfounded. Extending the left hand, a single kikaichu crawled forth and flew into the air, followed by a handseal, which coated it in a thin layer of chakra

Fly throughout the prison, from one end to the other. But do not enter through the bars into the cells. Then return.

The image of the cells danced through my minds, telepathically informing the kikai of what it is to avoid. While it is likely that a simple minded bug cannot follow such a command, perhaps there is a chance that it will find someone outside the cells and be crushed. A male bug will give me a basic idea of where it had been crushed, hopefully.

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Kikaichu Tracking (Destruction Bug Tracking)[10 TP]
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to find a female kikaichu by covering it in a small amount of chakra and sending it towards an opponent. The kikaichu will land and remain motionless while emitting a scent that the male kikaichu can smell as well as allowing the user to understand the location through the chakra.
Special: Tiger handseal to cover the bug in chakra; then launching the bug at the opponent without their knowledge.
Drawback: If the opponent discovers the bug, they can remove it, giving off a false information to the person using it as a tracking device.
Description: The user performs the Tiger handseal to cover the female kikaichu in chakra. The bug then flies off towards the opponent, moving stealthily to avoid detection. It is very small and difficult to see. Once it has landed on the opponent, the user can use both the chakra and the scent that it excretes to the males of its kind to allow the user to always be able to track the opponent.
Limit: Kikaichu no Jutsu

[Kuro]

Time Since Reported Missing - 45 Minutes.

-Enter Warden-

The sound of boots would approach the Uchiha whom clearly was incharge of the two man squad assigned to aid the Prison in capturing the escapee's. As she'd reach a few meters from the Uchiha she would dismiss her escort of guards. At her hip sat a whip, that was well worn down, her uniform well kept to keep a professional appearance. "Good afternoon gentlemen," her words kept professional, yet her tone seductive. Ironic or well played? None the less as she had dismissed her escort, they were actually sent off to preform another task for her. She had kept a very well maintained facility with apparently only a few slight slip ups. These slip ups would need to be squelched immediately. "My intelligence tells me that I have a few traitors working for me. Quick actions caught one whom has chosen to remain silent for the time being. Perhaps you could break him?" her words implied she held no reguard for him. All during this time her escort would soon return with a man whom seem rather beaten up. Uniform torn, bruising upon his face and upper body. The guards had his arms bound behind his back using some form of Earth Release technique. "Stand him up," a stern tone was directed at the two personal escorts of teh Warden. They were not normal guards, no they were elites, that worked under her direct control. "We are capable of 'looking away' if you understand what I mean," her words implied that there was no limits to the interrogation. Death was even an acceptable outcome in the Warden's eyes.

This Prsion was quite the wicked place, men looked beaten down and almost on the brink of death at times due to lack of food. Guards, cruel, sadistic people would wander up and down the halls, spitting upon the prisoners when they saw fit. The armor of the regular guards would imply that they are built for combat. As it is said that a fight will break out every day or so, they use any guard nearby to put an end to it with force. The Warden demands the guards to keep control, using fear and dominance to keep the peace. A dictator's style of command for sure, though it proves to not always work so perfectly with such a situation as betrayal. Though in comparison to her escort, they seemed more refined yet showed more prowess and dignity as to what they do. Then of course the Warden whom seems to enjoy the cruel nature of humanity as she exploits her power over all whom resides within these walls. This was truly a hell on Earth.

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Though meanwhile during all of this on the eastern wing of the prsion three clothes baskets were being wheeled to their destination. Inside those baskets were a package of prisoners. Three guards were pushing the baskets, doing what would appear to be their daily duty. They'd place the baskets several feet away from two large doors that soon would be unlocked and the large baskets would be loaded on to one of several trucks that would then take the laundry to another location outside the walls where they can be washed. Each truck held four baskets, the three containing prisoners was intended to land in the proper truck whom had the last of their crooked guards running. Their plan was near success yet had about another fifteen to twenty minutes before the trucks would arrive. The Shinobi of Konoha would have to act fast to stop this plan before it got too far out of hand.

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Warden.
Escorts(Minus Azula in the middle).
Guards.

If I missed anything I'm sorry guys, really tired and wanted to get you guys a decent post. So just roll with the flow? I promise a good story for all ^_^ PM if there's any problems. Like to keep OOC to a minimum.

Also like to Note. Will not be here this weekend. So I will post sometime Sunday Night if it's my turn. After this weekend there will be no delay I promise!

[Katsumaru]

My gaze lingered on the warden, drawing in her features. That whip, she seemed to be quite the sadistic lass, perhaps a necessity amongst such a miserable mass of criminals and thugs. These eyes shifted to the beaten man when he was pulled in. Quite horrible treatment, but uch cruelty, it mattered not to me, for we were here for a duty, and that man’s pain is simply a price he must pay for previous folly. And he certainly shall feel more pain if it is necessary; suffer as no man had suffered before.

With the left hand, I withdrew a single senbon from my pack, approaching he who is to be interrogated. Then I turned to the Uchiha.

”Who shall see to this…interrogation?” I asked him.

[I C H I R O™]

All would be taken in by the cycling Uchiha eyes within my skull, focus planted mainly on the one who had been brought to stand before me and than a slight reminiscing of the words spoken by she who had been the Warden. No care had been given for those of the prisoners of Konoha obviously and in all truth, I could care less. The feeling that continuously rolled through me, radiated across my skin like insects rushing across my very body in the most disappointing mass would push me a step further toward the prisoner before I took a moment to acknowledge Katsumaru readying himself. A young shinobi ready to do a bit of interrogating for the first time it would seem hm? This would be... entertaining? As he worked however, I would not remain idle myself for the Blood surging through my eyes would give me all the ability needed to keep things intact here.

His lies, every single one of them would be discovered with the least of effort and for every word spilled would he suffer the pain of a thousand dying men and children. A monster one would say I had been born, a monster one would See I'd fled this world as. I would swallow...

Be my guest, Katsumaru.
His lies will easily be discovered.

Sharingan Stage 3 ;; Active

[Kuro]

Time Since Reported Missing - 46 Minutes.

-Interrogations!-

So the scene would begin to play out as the Aburame would toss a senbon towards the suspect. The needle planting itself within his right shoulder, just another flesh would to bleed. A cringe within his face, though quickly followed by laughter at the words of the two shinobi. The Escort would hold the man up by his arms, he was fairly weak from the earlier interrogation. The Warden would step to the side as she would witness the choices made by the Shinobi. His eyes would glare towards the young Aburame and then the Uchiha's eyes would catch his own attention. He'd hack up some blood in his mouth and spit at the feet of the Uchiha. "Go to hell!" he'd shout, the bloody spit would fall short of it's target. Though just as the action would take place a whip would land across his left cheek, the loud sound would silence the suspect. "Please, continue," her sadistic tone alluring yet the shinobi should be aware of the cruelty within. Through out the moments that would unfold would the young lad be able to ask all the right questions? Time wasn't on their side, it was that of the most importance.

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In their baskets they would sit, silent, no words. They couldn't only hope all would go according to plan. They would have made it appeared that they chose to exit through the sewer system to lead the guards on a goose chase, one with no egg at the end. Using the inside connections, these prisoners would hope to escape. They would be completely unaware that Shinobi of Konoha had been hired to help bring them to their downfall. Little under twenty minutes remained until the trucks would arrive to take the laundery out of the walls. This wait would be painful for the runaways, for they were completely helpless at this point. Only time would tell if they were going to get out of this prison alive, or dead...

[Katsumaru]

It seemed to me as if this prisoner was strong willed to resist minor pain. That is of no concern. That senbon lead to a minor reaction, and what I am to do next should surely give me an answer. Extending my arms, several kikaichu beat their wings and fluttered towards the guard to be interrogated. Three kikaichu rested above and beneath each of his eyes. Five surrounding his nose.

Taking a quick step around to his back, where the shackles were placed, I withdrew another senbon from my pouch. That senbon I attempted to force the pin beneath the man’s right thumbnail.

Throughout this, I spoke, in a low, almost guttural tone. ”In two minutes, the kikaichu will begin to eat your eyes. The others, around your nose, will crawl into it, and begin eating it from the inside. And beginning now, I will begin to ruin your hands. Keep the importance of hands in mind as I do this. You eat with them, you fight with them. So many interactions use your hands. And your eyes, what could you do without them? You perceive the world mostly through sight. It is our most important sense, yes? Such a grim thing it would be to lose those eyes. But, before too much occurs to that wretched shell of yours, I give you the opportunity to speak. Where are the escaped criminals?”

[I C H I R O™]

I would only simply watch what had begun, his spitting toward me giving the quick thought - assumption that he held little to no respect for one such as myself. It was completely oblivious to me... He had been in a box, he had nothing to lose maybe, but what truly did he have to gain by helping those around him - his "allies" escape? Taking one for the team? This wasn't but one, way more. He was a fool in my eyes and would never see the light of day again should he continue to be insubordinate here. The way things turned out would clearly be all up to this man taking sudden pain before my feet and like the blood spat would he fall. A deep breath would be assumed within these lungs of mine as I took but another step foward making sure to miss the blood aimed toward me... What truly was this man thinking? It was foolish of him to even be in this situation, so how true would he be to himself here?

You have your options.

There is no gain from my perspective
But rather plenty of Loss.
The biggest being your life.

All the while my voice released itself in a calm and respectful manner, yet directing him to realize how serious the situation was, I'd tighten my jaw and watch for some sort of reply, if any. There was no reason he had to act out, if not for himself - for these escapee fools at hand. I had my intention and once focused would they be set until drastically undermined.

Sharingan Stage 3 ;; Active

[Kuro]

Time Since Reported Missing - 46 Minutes.

So it seemed that these Konoha shinobi would play a little hardball themselves. As the young Genin quickly jumped into a disturbing approach towards the man. Bugs placed at his eyes, nose and arms. Though his bluff of taking his eyes would not be something the suspect would fall for. This man had grown up within Konoha's walls, he knew of th esteemed Aburame Clan, their bugs fed off chakra, nothing more. Though the idea of ruining his hands was something he didn't enjoy. His eyes glared at the young boy whom held the higher threat rate right now. Though all the words of both were heard, the suspect would think carefully. He had a good idea of the time frame, he wondered if stalling was worth his while. He figured either way he'd die within these walls today, and the blame would fall upon that of the escaped prisoners. That 'bitch' of a Warden wouldn't allow any bad publicity about her Prison. Laughing a tad bit more he'd glare towards the Uchiha as the boy was behind him out of view. "Don't act tough kid," words from the suspect were in a serious tone. "You aint worth two shits that I've dealt with inside this prison..." his tone seemed a tad bit pissed off. Was it because the presence of the Uchiha before him or was it just the simple fact he knew he was going to die today. "But I'll tell you, they are still inside these walls," when he spoke the final time he'd have a grin on his face, as his eyes focused on the red hues of the Uchiha.

At the moment he spoke a guard wearing full armor would approach from down the hallway, a little hurry in his step. He'd whisper into the Warden's ear as he would then step back and await her decision. She would think it over for a moment, taking into consideration that the prisoners were still within the walls. "Keep on schedule, unless told otherwise," her voice less seductive and sadistic more reasonable sounding. Yet the command was still within her tone. That was something that would never leave such a cold heart's words. She wondered at this point if the Konoha Shinobi could finish this in fifteen minutes or would she have to push her schedule back.

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A single guard would approach the group of baskets meant to aid the escaping prisoners within. "Years of planning are about to be successful," he'd say in a quiet tone, though he was the only one within the room. No response from the baskets, they knew better. They weren't about to give away the only cover they had left. Still around fifteen to twenty minutes left, thankfully they were unaware of the Shinobi presence within the Prison. The shinobi that were hired to hunt them down. Though still they'd sweat like rivers waiting to see if those years of planning would pay off.

[Katsumaru]

Still standing behind the guard, I grabbed the index and middle finger of his right hand and pulled them back, slowly, every so slowly. With my other hand, I reinserted the senbon into the bag and unhooked a single kunai, which I held to the traitors left eye.

While pulling those fingers back, to the point of hyperextension, and eventually a fracture of the bones, I spoke. ”You are a hardened man I presume, as you have survived in a prison as this. So, I am certain that you do not fear death. But, that matters not. With death, your sins will be forgotten, so that sweet touch of a fading life will not bless you this day. Rather, you will feel pain. Your fingers will be broken, one by one. This kunai, it will cut out your eye. Then, after that, I am yet to decide what I will do."

The kunai, clasped in my hand, rubbed lightly against his eye.

”I am a Kouba, we enjoy the taste of flesh. Should these prisoners escape, you will be eaten alive. No, it will not be quick. A medic comrade of mine shall stop the bleeding, so that you can scream in misery and pain until the very end. If it is your desire to avoid that fate, then you will tell us what happened. Now.”

I continued to extend the fingers, the voice escaping this throat quietly, yet, my tone was firm, no hesitation whatsoever in my words.

[I C H I R O™]

Obvious the prisoner hadn't been lying - it was frustrating to know men and women could be so frustrating within these sorts of situations. What was the purpose...? Tch, no matter, us being here was no help, no sort of justice to our purpose here. Just asking around and being BS'd was of no use to myself nor Katsumaru who definitely seemed quite impressive so far with this interrogation and though I would rather he did the speaking it would come down to myself having to do it. These stone prison walls were ready to cave in as far as I knew and destroying the entire compound would easily defeat any attempts of these prisoners to escape however it wasn't something that would be approved of... By anyone. With a swallow would I make myself a mere step closer, within arms reach of the man.

My eyes gazing down into him, spearing his very soul like a harpoon would I ready myself to speak. His exterior was surely hardened and enough to withhold all that we both could dish out, maybe? Tension would build while I aimed to look into his eyes harsh-like in manner. This was pointless, we needed to get moving and this fool before me would only continue to hinder us. As annoyed as I had begun to grow I would only deal with... this. Katsumaru's words, truly those that were to be meant - at least I hoped he meant them. Clear as day I could see that this warrior was one who chose to be a Shinobi. I would grin as my lips would begin to part.

Your slight cooperation is appreciated.

But we need more than just that.

With this would I take a step back, three to be exact and with such would a Senbon be removed from its resting place. The cool steal sending a slight chill across my very useful vertebrae while I aligned my throwing arm with the prisoner's left ear. Through flesh and the smallest of bones would this miniature weapon tear. I would give no warnings for I wasn't as Polite-like as Katsumaru.

Sharingan Stage 3 ;; Active

[Kuro]

Time Passed Since Reported Missing - 50 Minutes.

-Broken Body, Broken Spirit-

So this pain would continue as the interrogation would grow more brutal, more primal as the "legal" torture continued. With the senbon flickered the Escort on that side would step aside watching as the needle would tear through the ear of the Suspect. There was little left of the man's ear now because of this. Pain rushed through him along with hatred for these two shinobi. "Holy fuck man!" he'd shout as his control over his hearing wavered. "You took my fucking ear off! Shit.. Alright, alright!" his tone was broken, it was clear that they had finally broken this man. The threat of being eaten alive was probably enough to do it, though the Uchiha's move taking off the ear would send him over the line. Only so much pain was doable for this ex-prison guard. During this the warden would glance at her watch, since she had not spoken to a guard about delaying the plans the Laundry trucks would begin to file through the outter wall. "Their waiting in the laundry baskets," the man was now hysterical. Tears running from his eyes as he felt awful for speaking. He betrayed his commrades, also he was in a lot of pain. His words would run into her mind as her eyes would widen. "Shit! Go to the Eastern Wing and drop down one flight of stairs! Run!" her command was to the shinobi of Konoha. There time was encroaching awfully fast. "Take care of our friend," she'd say quietly to an Escort's ear, then she took off down the other direction.

While the Shinobi would take off towards the East, she headed to the West to make contact with the front gate. She needed to make sure none of those trucks left this place until those Prisoners were within her hands once more. Dead or alive, she couldn't fully rely on the speed of the shinobi. So she would assume worste case scenario she'd prevent by closing the gate. There was about five to ten minutes of time for them to work with, were they fast enough?

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-Taste of Freedom-

The sound of trucks would be heard within the confines of the Laundry Room. The sigh of relief would come from the baskets hiding the runaways. The large metal door would begin to open on the side of the building. Two guards were within the room, they'd begin to push the baskets out onto the truck. They'd begin with the one's containing the prisoners. Each basket held two runaways, there were three all together. There would be a fourth basket placed on their truck that was filled with nothing more than laundry. Though the truck couldn't leave without all the other's being filled up first. So they still had a little time to wait as they were now secured within the back of the truck. The door on the farthest left truck would slide down in the back closing it. The rest of the trucks would begin to load up, the time was so close, could the Shinobi make it in time? The driver of the runaway's truck would look awfully nervous as he'd begin to sweat, his life was on the line for them. He hoped this plan would work.

[Katsumaru]

Rather brashly, I began my movement, feet bursting into an immediate flurry as I dashed towards the eastern wings down the stairs, one flight, as commanded by the warden. I was certain, or at least hoped that Etsuki would follow. While it was proven in the previous bout amongst the trees that his skills were far above mine, I was, perhaps overconfidently so, that should I encounter these prisoners alone, subduing them will not be beyond me. Mayhap such overconfidence will lead to defeat, but that is far preferable over the failure of escaping prisoners.

During the run, these hands erupted into a series of handseals to call forth a single clone, an identical copy of that Kouba body of mine. Out of thin air it seemed to appear, and wordlessly, it followed in my step.

And then I arrived, one flight of stairs in the Eastern Wing, eyes dancing from left to right in search of any signs.

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Hydrou Bunshin no Jutsu [10 TP]
Rank: "D"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: The user performs the needed handsigns and then creates what seems to be an ordinary clone. The clone cannot attack and will disappear the second it meets an opponent. When the clone is destroyed two more clones come in the place of the destroyed clone. This can continue infinitely if the clones are continuously destroyed, its purpose to overwhelm the opponent in numbers and cause an effect of invincibility although the clones can do no damage. A simple "Kai" technique can easily get rid of all of the clones when used by a skilled GenJutsu user.
Special: Boar, Rat, Dragon, Tiger
Drawback: No drawbacks to the user
Description: The hydra clone technique looks like a normal bunshin no jutsu, however this is changed as the clone is destroyed and more take it's place, making the technique look like a high level kage bunshin no jutsu when in reality the clones are simple clones that can do no damage.
Limit: Must know Figment Perception

[I C H I R O™]

A cynical sneer would rise to my mug upon the moment his ear tore from place and his cry afterward. It seemed he was like anyone else and could only handle but so much, this much had been reached and now he'd spoken. These prisoners wanted to be freed? Surely I would give them their freedom the very moment sight had been delivered. My feet had taken me with haste just nearly behind Katsumaru down these halls and a single flight of stairs, my raven locks swinging in its single pig tail as my gold loop earrings would dangle tirelessly in my ears, my cape never ceasing to mesh with the oxygen I had so quickly rushed up against. Swallowing would my feet leap before the very person I had been leading me to stop in but a quick skid and my hands flowing through a quick group of handseals, Chakra Sight flowing to deliver the quick extra haste that I had needed.

I would burst into action upon sighting what I felt were the correct laundry baskets - these appendages of mine had been ready to work and surely ready to kill. They would roll through a proper school of seals before my very Beams would be shrouded before my mind opened itself to sight all around me - including Katsumaru who stood but a bit in front of me. It would seem as though they had been rather close - no matter who they were they did in fact have a chakra signature... didn't they? However, if it hadn't been these prisoners, it had been the guards and surely they would be just as much of a goal to capture as the escapees. Flustered, I would shout off to Katsumaru quickly - they were in range and wouldn't be let loose... Not this close to capture - this time, here, failure was NOT an option.

Katsumaru, this way!

My feet would push me forth just a bit closer to destination as I parted my lips yet again for I quickly eyed the first truck in which the duo of guards had loaded. The guard here seemed disturbed... And so I would prepare myself for whatever they had to dish out.

HOLD IT!

No one is going anywhere.
Open and unload everything -
The Laundry baskets, Get them out - NOW!

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Sharingan Stage 3 ;; Active

Chakra Sight [30]
Rank: "C"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: This technique allows the user to pierce another's body to see their chakra. This is not refined enough to see the tenketsu or the chakra circulatory system like the Byakugan, it can however see the movement flow of chakra, which helps the user predict in movements and in attacks as to how a user may attack.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With this technique the user is capable of seeing chakra levels, this allows the user to see the chakra within a human body. The chakra is not as in depth as that of the Byakugan but this allows the user to become more attuned with GenJutsu seeing capabilities, as well as allowing the user to predict movements against an opponent by one extra movement as well.
Limit: Must know Sharingan (写輪眼 "Copy Wheel Eye,") 2nd Tomoe

Mind's Eye of the Kagura [20]
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Skill: Passive
Effect: The basic technique needed in order to learn all Sensor Techniques.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The basic yet complex ability that allows Sensor's to find, sense, and track individuals over a vast range. This ability is done by the user closing their eyes and opening their mind's eye in order to see the advanced chakra systems around them. At A rank and above, Sensors no longer need to close their eyes in order to access their mind's eye. The user of this jutsu can only sense those up to the equivalent class rank of the rank they know. (i.e. If the user knows up to B rank in this jutsu they can sense characters of all the way from D to B rank. The basic range of this technique is ten meters.
Limit: Must fulfill all requirements to become Sensor in order to learn this technique.

Mind's Eye Extension "C" Rank

[Katsumaru]

Hearing the words of Etsuki, my feet shifted quickly to follow in his step. The clone too followed, ever prepared to act as a distraction when the prisoners enter the offensive, to fight for their so fragile lives. This day, there shall be no escape for them.

The beating of my heart quickened. A battle for my life, I have not yet found myself in such an occurrence. I only hope that I shall not disappoint; that would be bitter indeed. Such thoughts better not plague my mind, lest a mere thought will do me harm. The mind and the body, locked in an everlasting, symbiotic bond.

[Kuro]

Time Passed Since Reported Missing - 52 Minutes

-Satisfaction-

The Wardens quick footsteps would bring her to the nearest office where she'd pick up a phone and call the front gate. Orders in a pissed off tone would be normal for them. The gates were shut and locked, no-one got in or out without her permission for now. The entire prison would be going on lockdown. During all of this the Escorts would be draggin their Suspect to a discrete location within the prison to continue their 'interrogation' of him. During all of this, the Shinobi would be well on their way to the location of the runaways, could they be successful?

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-Despiration-

The demands of the Uchiha would surely be met as the Guards would realize that if they were pinned with the blame for this they would die as well. So they'd unlock the back of the truck and slide up it's metal door. The sounds of the shinobi along with their view in the mirror would freak out the driver who was shaking, panicking on what to do. The runaways heard the door open and realized they were sold out. They'd be preparing for battle no doubt. The roar of the engine would surprise everyone as the driver slammed on the pedal with his foot and the truck took off forwad kicking the baskets of laundry from within out and overturning them. The truck would create a cloud of dust that would quickly disapate. As the truck made route head first for the gate, he'd meet death in hopes of breaking through the iron gates. A fiery explosion would meet the collision and the death of the driver.

As the four runaways would begin to take up stance from their hiding, the smallest of them was on the far left. He'd take off running after the truck, though would only make it about ten meters before an arrow would pierce his head. The guards on the towers were watching closely, he was just entering their range when they fired. Taking his body and pinning him to the earth, a sign that running wasn't an option. "Death is our absolute!" the leader whom now stood in the middle of them would shout. A scar upon his face and dark eyes within his head. On his right stood a well looking woman whom had eyes as white as snow, the hyuuga was represented of course. On the left of the leader stood a smaller boy with frail body, his eyes a crimson red. An Uchiha? At this range it would be hard to tell. The total distance was roughly thirty meters from the shinobi which appeared to be in the same number of three. Sure the prisoners were weaker in their state, though with Death as their absolute, it's funny how one can push themselves in a dire position.

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All Prisoners wear a birght orange jumpsuit.
Woman(right)[700tp]
Leader[1500tp]
Boy(left)[500tp]

Sorry bout the delay guys, won't happen again.

[I C H I R O™]

A fool for thinking his escape in such a situation would be allowed... Both the guard and the prisoner I had referred to in this little moment here. The flames would show themselves as the three remaining prisoners stood tall, among them would stand a female - a gender of the human race in which I held no care for, hell, I cared not for a single male either - save for my Squadron of Konoha thus far. My eyes would surf the features of the trio before me before I glanced to Katsumaru and quickly nodded - something that would start them off and leave them in the dust for I had been the Ultimate Shinobi when it came to Close Combat or Taijutsu rather. My eyes would miss not a single beat and my heart was ready to accompany every movement with a gentle beat that would prolong my life as a warrior of Konoha.

I took not a moment to give these fools the upper hand however, with chakra surfing through my body would I direct my interest to the shinobi with such a scar upon his head that forced him into this situation. Looking almost God-like in strength would be the cause of his fall... I now felt there was something to prove and I wouldn't turn my back to the situation no matter what stood before me. A blockade of the world's strongest Kages wouldn't prevent me from taking the life of this man and enjoying it at that. The quiver in my gut would send my left hand through the air like a piston - a syringe of bright justice piercing the tension alike the arrow slung from the bow piercing this man's ally. For his throat would the syringe be aimed, ten feet in length and quite thick. However, my hands would halt here.

Guided by my Sharingan sight would my hands flow through a group of seals, to bring a Single Eie Bunshin to my side opposite of Katsumaru and a slight more would summon bursting from the earth a serpentine of quite a grand size to clench this man in place. My hands would remain together at this point and my justice would continue hopefully plunging through the enemy's throat.

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Sharingan Stage 3 ;; Active

Zeus's Bolt [20]
Rank: C Rank
Skill: Nin
Effect: The user is able to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which they can throw at that opponent.
Special: None
Drawback: None
Description: By focusing chakra in the center of the palm the use is able to send lightning from the center of the palm to make a three foot long lightning bolt in their hand which is able to be thrown like a javelin.
Limit: Lightning Release Skill (Raiton no Jutsu).

Tenrai Meimu: Eiei Karasu no Bunshin (Divine Illusion: Eternal Raven Clone) [50]
Rank: “B” Rank
Skill: Genjutsu
Effect: Creates clones that, when hit, turn into a cluster of illusionary ravens that will fly back together within a turn.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Every time the clones re-form requires additional chakra expenditure on the user’s behalf.
Description: The user performs the handseals, creating a much more powerful variation of the Bunshin no Jutsu. These Bunshins, when hit, will fall backwards completely off their feet. Before hitting the ground though, they begin to levitate within the air about an inch from the ground and then, after a few seconds, disperse into a mass of ravens. Within one turn, these Ravens have pieced themselves back together into the regular Bunshin.
Limit: Must know Phantasm Perception

Magen: Hebi Hyoushi no Jutsu (Demonic Illusion: Snake Binding Technique) [50]
Rank: “B” Rank
Skill: Genjutsu
Effect: An illusionary snake bursts from underneath the opponent’s feet and quickly coils itself around the opponent before ending with it’s’ mouth open right underneath the neck of the opponent.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: The user must hold the Ram handseal for the duration of the jutsu.
Description: The user performs the handseals, ending with holding the Snake handseal. Without warning and sound, an illusionary snake appears underneath the opponent’s feet and rapidly coils around the opponent before ending with its’ open mouth poised right over the opponent has exposed neck. This jutsu is used to prohibit the opponent’s movement and to induce a large amount of fear in the opponent.
Limit: Must know Phantasm Perception