` ~One week before leaving for the Hidden Cloud with Junpei~
Kamina had been travelling around the land of sound for quite some time now. His main mission now was to find a group of mercenaries or messengers or really anybody he could just hire to do one job for him. Something he couldn't do all by himself. He needed to locate the 7 Demon Swords of the Hidden Mist. A recent spur of rumors flying around had piqued his curiousity. After getting a full debriefing on each swords capabilities Kamina could help himself from wanting to aquire at least one of the swords. One of the more recent rumors he had heard was that a butcher in Suna was using the Executioners blade to decapitate his livestock. Why somebody thought that was a good rumor Kamina will never know, but the pure stupidity behind it made him chuckle. Of course if it were true then Kamina would feel like quite the idiot for doubting it. But honostly who wouldn't doubt something as stupid as that.
It was dark out now, and because of this Kamina could see his destination clearly. Not because he had special vision or anything but because the light from the torches lit up the area in front of him with a faint glow, giving him a perfect view of the hideout. The hideout he was trying to reach used to be an old saloon, or so he was told; But now the people that inhabit it are mostly thugs and people who dont like to work regular jobs for a living. The perfect kind of people Kamina needs to search for him. The reason these people were so perfect was because they could go anywhere they pleased almost unrestricted. They could ask questions without causing too much suspicion. And most importantly they could rustle some feathers if need be without raising too many eyebrows.
With all this in mind Kamina was certain that one or possibly more may not want to take this job. This of course is where Kamina's reputation and little bit flashy jutsu come into play. With the right motivation these men will do anything. It didn't take too long for him to reach his destination. He could hear the yelling and screaming from quite a ways outside of the building making him extremely confident he could of found this place even if he was blind. Taking one last breath of fresh air he pushed the door open and stepped inside. As soon as the door closed he dropped the hood of his cloak and he felt everybodies eyes on him. There were aproximately 20 men in the building. Kamina was aiming to get 15 able bodies to go out and dig for him but he would take a litle less. Anything under 10 though and it would be a wash and he'd have to start all over. With the room quiet and everybody looking at him he cleared his throat and let his deep voice reverberate across the room.
"Alright. I need all of you to do a job for me. You will be paid handsomly of course. But before I go to far into the money let me explain what you will be doing. You will spread out across all the lands to do one very specific thing. Find out anything and everything about the location of the 7 Demon swords of the mist... And if possible retreive them. Hell bringing one back will even get you extra. Deal?"
There was silence at first. As a lot of the men didn't know if he was stupid or serious. Then some laughter. Then the fun part started. 4 rather large burly men got up from their table and closed the gap between them and Kamina.
"So Mr. Idget. Got this here money on you now? Hehe. Well as much as we good citizens would love to do this job, me thinks we'll just be takin that money now."
A smirk rose to Kaminas face as he pulled out his Blood Surgeon from its sheath. The short Wakizashi like sword did nothing but make the men laugh more as they pulled out full length katanas. Once again Kamina couldn't help but laugh, as he had no intention of stabbing the men. Kamina sliced his own palm open, much to the large mens confusion who took a step back after noticing the crazed look on his face. Kamina clenched his fist and drew as much blood into it until it was pouring onto the wood floor beneath him. His next move was to swipe his hand out at the men, throwing droplets of blood all over and around them. Using his quick reflexes he flicked his Blood Surgeon once while channeling chakra into it. The blood in the air reacted instantly forming multiple, deadly, spikes that peirced all four men. The blood lattice broke down into regular blood in a few moments after the men dropped to the ground. Only one of them had died instantly as it pierced his heart but the rest were fill with mulitple stab wounds and weren't going to make it. By this time most of the men had drawn their own weapons or retreated farther into the room.
"Now Now gentleman. As some of you may have figured out, my name is Kamina Shurajo I use blood to kill people. Now this is how the rest of this will play out. I will give all some money. Then you are going to leave and all go seperate ways to and dig up as much information as you can about the swords. As soon as find something important mail a letter back here. Bring back a sword and I'll even go so far as to triple your pay. Oh and you will be getting more money upon bringing back information of course too... And one last thing. If any of you even so much as think about taking my money and not doing your job... I will find you. And I will do things to you that will make what I did to this bunch look like a mercy killing. Alright line up and find get to work boys."
The men looked at eachother for a few minutes before realizing just how deep of a hole they were in. Most of them accepted the fact that it wasn't that bad of a situation. It was an easy job after all. So they did what they were told. Each of them walked by him and put a small sum of ryo into each of their hands as the first part of compensation. Many of the men even asked questions becauase some didn't even know where to start. So Kamina kindly pointed them in the right direction of a random village in a a random country. It took almost an hour to get everybody paid and out of the building. With the room all to himself now he drug the corpses out one by one and reached behind the counter to grab a dusty old bottle of brown fluid. With a long journey ahead of him he shoved the bottle in his leg pouch with his Anbu mask and set off to return to Otogakure. He would return to this old saloon once a week to check for mail or if anybody returned until they all came back to him.
Kamina had been travelling around the land of sound for quite some time now. His main mission now was to find a group of mercenaries or messengers or really anybody he could just hire to do one job for him. Something he couldn't do all by himself. He needed to locate the 7 Demon Swords of the Hidden Mist. A recent spur of rumors flying around had piqued his curiousity. After getting a full debriefing on each swords capabilities Kamina could help himself from wanting to aquire at least one of the swords. One of the more recent rumors he had heard was that a butcher in Suna was using the Executioners blade to decapitate his livestock. Why somebody thought that was a good rumor Kamina will never know, but the pure stupidity behind it made him chuckle. Of course if it were true then Kamina would feel like quite the idiot for doubting it. But honostly who wouldn't doubt something as stupid as that.
It was dark out now, and because of this Kamina could see his destination clearly. Not because he had special vision or anything but because the light from the torches lit up the area in front of him with a faint glow, giving him a perfect view of the hideout. The hideout he was trying to reach used to be an old saloon, or so he was told; But now the people that inhabit it are mostly thugs and people who dont like to work regular jobs for a living. The perfect kind of people Kamina needs to search for him. The reason these people were so perfect was because they could go anywhere they pleased almost unrestricted. They could ask questions without causing too much suspicion. And most importantly they could rustle some feathers if need be without raising too many eyebrows.
With all this in mind Kamina was certain that one or possibly more may not want to take this job. This of course is where Kamina's reputation and little bit flashy jutsu come into play. With the right motivation these men will do anything. It didn't take too long for him to reach his destination. He could hear the yelling and screaming from quite a ways outside of the building making him extremely confident he could of found this place even if he was blind. Taking one last breath of fresh air he pushed the door open and stepped inside. As soon as the door closed he dropped the hood of his cloak and he felt everybodies eyes on him. There were aproximately 20 men in the building. Kamina was aiming to get 15 able bodies to go out and dig for him but he would take a litle less. Anything under 10 though and it would be a wash and he'd have to start all over. With the room quiet and everybody looking at him he cleared his throat and let his deep voice reverberate across the room.
"Alright. I need all of you to do a job for me. You will be paid handsomly of course. But before I go to far into the money let me explain what you will be doing. You will spread out across all the lands to do one very specific thing. Find out anything and everything about the location of the 7 Demon swords of the mist... And if possible retreive them. Hell bringing one back will even get you extra. Deal?"
There was silence at first. As a lot of the men didn't know if he was stupid or serious. Then some laughter. Then the fun part started. 4 rather large burly men got up from their table and closed the gap between them and Kamina.
"So Mr. Idget. Got this here money on you now? Hehe. Well as much as we good citizens would love to do this job, me thinks we'll just be takin that money now."
A smirk rose to Kaminas face as he pulled out his Blood Surgeon from its sheath. The short Wakizashi like sword did nothing but make the men laugh more as they pulled out full length katanas. Once again Kamina couldn't help but laugh, as he had no intention of stabbing the men. Kamina sliced his own palm open, much to the large mens confusion who took a step back after noticing the crazed look on his face. Kamina clenched his fist and drew as much blood into it until it was pouring onto the wood floor beneath him. His next move was to swipe his hand out at the men, throwing droplets of blood all over and around them. Using his quick reflexes he flicked his Blood Surgeon once while channeling chakra into it. The blood in the air reacted instantly forming multiple, deadly, spikes that peirced all four men. The blood lattice broke down into regular blood in a few moments after the men dropped to the ground. Only one of them had died instantly as it pierced his heart but the rest were fill with mulitple stab wounds and weren't going to make it. By this time most of the men had drawn their own weapons or retreated farther into the room.
"Now Now gentleman. As some of you may have figured out, my name is Kamina Shurajo I use blood to kill people. Now this is how the rest of this will play out. I will give all some money. Then you are going to leave and all go seperate ways to and dig up as much information as you can about the swords. As soon as find something important mail a letter back here. Bring back a sword and I'll even go so far as to triple your pay. Oh and you will be getting more money upon bringing back information of course too... And one last thing. If any of you even so much as think about taking my money and not doing your job... I will find you. And I will do things to you that will make what I did to this bunch look like a mercy killing. Alright line up and find get to work boys."
The men looked at eachother for a few minutes before realizing just how deep of a hole they were in. Most of them accepted the fact that it wasn't that bad of a situation. It was an easy job after all. So they did what they were told. Each of them walked by him and put a small sum of ryo into each of their hands as the first part of compensation. Many of the men even asked questions becauase some didn't even know where to start. So Kamina kindly pointed them in the right direction of a random village in a a random country. It took almost an hour to get everybody paid and out of the building. With the room all to himself now he drug the corpses out one by one and reached behind the counter to grab a dusty old bottle of brown fluid. With a long journey ahead of him he shoved the bottle in his leg pouch with his Anbu mask and set off to return to Otogakure. He would return to this old saloon once a week to check for mail or if anybody returned until they all came back to him.