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Yougan Tochi Fight Club: Plot 2 of 3

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 The dark sky from that of the previous day had transitioned into a deep, cerulean sea almost free of clouds as Yoshinori would walk along one of the many natural pathways within Midori Forest. Trees on either side of him, the monk would enjoy watching as they twisted and contorted; casting different shadow puppet-like shapes as the sun attempted to shine through the branches. Thoughts would attempt to fill his mind with worries of the mission, though only until his concentration was eventually broken by the fragrant petals and leaves blowing past him in the occasional saccharine breeze. The day would be perfect.... At least until he would come across the checkpoint, and with this thought alone, Yoshinori would be plunged back into the reality of the mission at-hand. He could have quite possibly headed immediately into the volcanic land of death that was Yougan Tochi, though once again considering the man who was behind the event, Yoshinori figured it couldn't hurt to gain some information beforehand from those supposedly at the checkpoint..... Besides, he wasn't sure about anyone else traveling to the fight club, though he happily preferred a stroll through a forest of sweetly-smelling vegetation than a region of lung-scorching ash and choking smoke. Gradually venturing deeper into Midori Forest, things would become less serene and more so like well..... a forest. As the path became increasingly narrow, Yoshinori would began to hear the grunting and howling of animals--sensing their piercing eyes stalking his every movement and hearing their claws savagely scratch at the earth in search of any trace left by his presence. The forest journey so far was truly intimidating, though that wasn't to say it didn't provide a wondrous experience along the way.

 

 "Who knew Midori Forest could be so large?" Yoshinori would say while looking up above him.  His eyes fixated on the canopy of the near-endless forest, he would glance all around though no matter where he looked, the sky would be overtaken by a grand cluster of emerald leaves. This of course wouldn't be his first time in Midori Forest, though with each visit like anywhere else, things would seem displaced or shifted around: familiar trees seemingly  being replaced by equally-familiar rocks or vice versa. Withdrawing a well-crumpled piece of paper from his robes, Yoshinori contemplated on the poster, attempting to divert his attention away from the damp moss which clung to his bare toes and the coarse mixture of mud and leaves which his legs would slowly sink into. Eyes fixated on the words of red, he stared at it, confused as to where the checkpoint was even supposed to be. Where is it? Perhaps they could have been a bit more specific..... Though then again, I guess this would be preferable considering they--whoever is in charge, wanted it hidden from the likes of shinobi, Yoshinori would think to himself as he continued walking, more or less frustrated even while his face would fail to give this away. 

 

Removing his glasses almost instinctively, the monk wiped them, using the orange sleeves of his robe to clear the lens of the forest dirt which would seemingly develop an attraction to it. As he carefully positioned his glasses back on his head however, he would notice something strange. Walking further would lie a small, wooden shack-of-a-building and several tents--each the same colors as the trees and ferns which surrounded it. Routinely pacing around these structures cautiously would be shinobi who inscrutably shielded themselves from the light in cloaks of black which would aptly bare the words Megu of the Bonetorches inscribed in blood-red from top-to-bottom. "So this is it...? Yoshinori would ask in half excitement and half disbelief. It took some time, though from the looks of things, he finally made it to the checkpoint. Just as he would think himself alone with this realization though, a chill-inspiring voice would give an answer to his earlier statement; so sinister and cold that Yoshinori dared not to look behind him regardless of knowing he had to. "I see you've made it to the checkpoint. You also won't mind waiting here while I verify some things, will you...?" Before he'd have a chance to turn around fully and answer however, the cloaked man would saunter off towards the other shinobi. Hopefully this works, would be the only thing Yoshinori could manage to think to himself.

 

 About several hours later, the same man would be standing in front of Yoshinori--his hands gesturing towards another path which lay hidden behind the checkpoint. He was finally clear to pass.... or so he would think. As Yoshinori would walk past the guy from before, his cloak would conceal almost every facial feature besides a single, deceitful smile plastered onto his face, though unbeknownst to Yoshinori, this wouldn't be the only sign of a trap in progress. Continuing his walk towards the path, Yoshinori would glance around as four shinobi slowly attempted to surround him. There was certainly something strange about this all. Had they somehow discovered he was a shinobi? If so, how? After all, it wasn't as though he was wearing a flak jacket or even a headband for that matter. The stream of inquiries would quickly began to flood his mind as he attempted to figure out what was happening, though the still-smirking shinobi would be quick to answer them all as if having read his mind. "Of course! You're thinking about why we'd kill you, though instead of telling you, it'd probably be best to show you first instead." As he withdrew a scroll and unfurled it, Yoshinori would immediately notice a list of names accompanied by a few small pictures. "This is a list of information on all of those within the Flame... From names, to occupation, to even ranking.... By the way, congratulations on becoming a jōnin commander, Yoshinori. That really surprised me considering you arrived from the Wind only a few years ago," the man would say with a laugh. "We don't simply hold an event without having a few.... Additional measures."

 

 Lost for words, Yoshinori stared blankly as he would start to hear the sound of metal grazing wood; the shinobi carefully retrieving their swords from their respective lacquered sheathes. Though surprised however, the list was all the more reason to further investigate the fight club. If these people had in their possession a list of everyone in the Flame, who knew what else would await him? Not faltering in further giving away the slightest sense of nervousness, Yoshinori would start to weave one of several hand seals... Until something unexpected would happen. Like a puff of smoke, something gradually made it's appearance through the grasses as the surrounding ferns would rustle with the movement of the small animal. With the glistening katana blades of steel completely directed at Yoshinori, the shrouded group of shinobi would abruptly take the time to glance towards the source of the noise; some even turning around all together while everyone anticipated the new arrival to the fight. The air would be as silent as any other calm afternoon--the howling animals even ceasing their activities. In exchange however, there would also be an anxious tension consuming the area. The animal, now seen as a cat, would leap from the shrubbery, sporadically flying through the air as it proudly displayed a single hint as to who it would be. Locked onto the hissing animal of white fur, Yoshinori watched as the cat launched itself at one of the men, revealing claws nearly reminiscent to the sword gripped by it's victim--all the while, half-blinded as the same newspaper still akwardly hung from it's head like a hood. Seemingly more surprised than Yoshinori, the man who he would have by now assumed as being the leader of the checkpoint, quickly hid the list in his cloak before speaking in a voice of both anger and confusion; belligerent orders spewing like venom from his mouth. "What are you doing! Kill him! And where'd the cat come from...? You know what? Just hurry up and kill them both!" The now irritable leader himself having reached his breaking point, would simply stand by and watch as five meters in front of him, three of the remaining shinobi would prepare to attack Yoshinori while the fourth remained incapacitated by none other than the cat.

 

 Now without any further interruption, the monk would calmly begin to weave several handseals in quick succession before, upon the final handseal, creating three shadow clones. The swords of his enemy slowly rising up overhead, Yoshinori watched as the thin shadows of their blades seemed to shrink on the leaf-ridden ground before the blades themselves would then quickly slice through the air in a single, clean motion--one to Yoshinori's left, one to his right, and one in front. With little time to construct a plan, the jōnin would instead opt to form an almost impromptu strategy, weaving a few more handseals before thinking his last thought...

 

With nothing else, this has to work.

 

 As their swords fell with ease, the three clones of Yoshinori would take most of the attack as the monk began to simultaneously weave several more handseals with the newly given, albeit short, amount of time. Through the white wisps of the ensuing smoke, a dragon of great radiance and force would appear as he used the Fire Release: Great Dragon Technique. The barrage of bright flames incinerating his aggressors, Yoshinori would attempt to glare through the flickering flames which were strewn outward in a 5-meter radius. Trees near-instantaneously turned into candles and the vegetation beneath his feet rendered a bed of charcoal, he would start to amble through the forest in search of the leader, only to find nothing but a single charred scroll. Picking up the list of information, he would finally be free to reflect on what happened. "If the cat is here..." Yoshinori would start to ask as he stared at the cat who, at the moment, would rest somewhat lazily on the body of one of the cloaked men. "...Then could the other two be around here somewhere..? As he looked around him, he would walk past the checkpoint of clustered tents, now following the path to Yougan Tochi. 


(WC: 1,708)
(TWC: 3,256/3,000 Towards: 3 B-Rank Mission Plot)
 

 

 

 

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