- The Mission:
- Name: Sparing Par
Rank: S
Type: PC
Mission given by: Raikage
Rewards: 700 ryo
Participants: Sanroku, Shumasa, Katsuro, Akina
Daily: Once
Description: A plot based mission, the shinobi Katsuro, Akina, and Sanroku will have a 3v1 Match with Shumasa as to test their limits. This is going to be ranked S due to the fact that almost all damage is harmful and could cripple. Katsuro and Akina are medical ninja however, so if things get too out of hand we will have a healer on deck. Don't hold back. Try to kill.
"I guess you are right..."
He smirked as he puffed on the cigarette, the taste of cherries now touching his throat. He chuckled as he blew out a large O as he looked at the female then the smaller shinobi. He nodded towards the other smoking shinobi as he stood up. His aura was a bit deeper...priming for a fight. He stared at the three of them, shortly to glare at the female.
"One who holds doubt will also be the one who won't see their highest potential...I may not look like much at the moment, but that is only as much as I allow you to see..."
He smirked as he began to scribble fast upon the paper that he was soon to send to the Kazekage. He scribbled the kanji and symbols rather fast as he hummed. His afro waved slightly due to his head movement, like a ballet. As soon as he was done he puffed again. This time it was a cloud of smoke, nothing too wild, until he removed the cigarette from his lips with his finger. Blowing clear air into the middle of the smoke causing the smoke to look like it was rotating in. Like a whirlpool. He licked the edges of a envelope and pushed the message inside. He walked to the ledge and handed it to the owl. The owl shortly nodded as it let off a deep hoot. The man brought the cigarette to his lips and nodded. The taste of cherries hitting him again. He seriously needed to ask this man where he got the cigarettes from. He walked into the office with a slight smirk upon his lips soon, they soon had a slight ribbon of smoke coming from them. Soon to shape into a ball-like excess. He spoke again as he looked at the three of them with a smile. He grabbed his mask from the desk as he spoke.
"To the rooftops...be ready....and don't hold back. Treat me like an S-Ranked Missing ninja..."
He calmly said as he beckoned them as he walked back out to the ledge. He shortly jumped up to the roof, the clouds could be seen all around... Swirling and thinning like the smoke passing the man's lips. He began to walk to the back of the roof, clatter upon the Tile roof and his Geta could be heard below. He smirked as he cracked his muscles again. Each tendon gave off the ghastly cracking sounds so it seemed. He soon closed his eyes as he formed the tiger seal upon his hand. His feature-less white eyes slowly closed, they nearly illuminated his face before. He let out a soft hum that soon returned to that characteristic Tibetan Throat Vocals that he produced before, just this time they were quite deep and nearly rattled the souls of many shinobi.
"Grooooooooooooooommmmmmm~ Grrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooommmmmmmm~ Oooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmm~"
He smirked again as he opened his eyes, a puff of smoke began to breach his lips after 30 seconds. He had a nice grin. His teeth being rather plain besides their whiteness. As he looked to the sky he put his index finger on his forehead band and rubbed against the metal plate for his village. Kumo. He sighed as he put on his chameleon mask, the darkness upon him....quite ominous. The cigarette butt fell from the man's face as it bounced slightly on the ground.
His eyes closed slightly again before they pierced open. The sudden change caused the air to suddenly still, the eyes of the man sharper and far more controlled. His deep feature-less white eyes were far more sharp than that of the warmth they had before. The pupil subtle, but still easy to see. The white contrasted his mask's near eternal darkness. The chakra that could be seen by sensors....deep purple was rather dense yet not enraged. He smirked under his mask, speaking once more.
"Let's see if you three can be my par...Work together and try to stop me. This is a no hold's barred spar. I do know that Akina and Katsuro are medical shinobi but we mustn't rely on them. If one of your men is near mortally wounded, you lose. If I am mortally wounded...I lose. Ok?"
He nodded slightly as he placed his hand upon his katana...his prized katana, and the free hand was to his far left side. He smirked as he stared at the three shinobi, the slow grating sounds of his katana against it's Saya (scabbard) filled the air with it's cold and near bloodthirsty sound. The blade featured had it's own taste to it. It was hella distinct. The thunderbolt-like hand guard matched the deep blue Saya and grip on the blade.
The area's winds kicked for a slight second as the breeze FINALLY came back. The picture of the man's afro, mask, and loose obi painted a picture that was well known in the books. The near infamous man Daichi Ringo, the man's father was painted upon the man's area.
So....the battle commences.
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