Post by Umashi on May 29, 2014 17:47:05 GMT -7
Mission Link: Assassination Contract: Sato
Umashi had found the wanted poster on the side of a post that had been on the outskirts of the village, his time in Kusagakure was nearing it's end and it was time for him to move upwards into the Earth Country. He was tired of living in backwater countries going day by day. He needed a large city, the call of a a bar filled with the most beautiful women from all over the Hidden Stone and the surroundings villages, not the mention the mountain hot springs were said to be the most pure in the land. When he had been a Jounin, the Hidden Stone had always been one of his favorites for missions. Heh... But that didn't matter, what did matter was that he had a very important bounty to take care of. He had already taken the poster to the bounty board and placed his small amount of ryo down for the claim, so now all that was left was finding him. The "Trembling Swordsman" and Umashi had crossed paths before, it was two months after Umashi had left the village. He had wandered to the Land of Iron to do some training with an old samurai who had turned into a monk after living through many battles. It had turned out that both Umashi and Sato had sought him out for guidance and training and he had taken them both on as pupils. For two months they crossed swords in the path of bushido and honor. Sato was an incredible kenjutsu practitioner even with his crippling disability. However, there was a look of ambition in Sato's blue eyes that never sat well with Umashi, and after training with the samurai monk for three months Sato murdered him in cold blood claiming that he had nothing left he could teach him. Umashi had found the old man murdered and quickly chased after Sato, he caught up to him on the Silver Bridge under the Waterfall of the Broken Path and a battle of wits and the sword ensued.
At the end of the day however, it was Sato that would prove to be victorious with a completely unorthodox move that rendered Umashi incapable of moving. It became Sato's signature move "Iron Point Prison" and he had since slayed many shinobi that claimed his head. Umashi had taken this bounty in the pursuits of both revenge and the chance for himself to find inner peace. Umashi would never be able to admit it to himself, but the battle with Sato had proved to him that there were many other people in this world that although much younger and of a lesser rank than himself, they were capable of deadly and miraculous things. He sought out Sato so that in a way, he could prove to himself that he was still relevant and not merely a ghost that wanders through the world outdated and alone. Seeing that bounty poster had sparked a deep passion in his heart that he needed to quell and no amount of sake or hot women could change that fact.
He wore a traditional samurai's garb in the form of a crimson red kimono and a he had wrapped a bright red band around his straw hat, the crimson garb he wore was a traditional symbol that a samurai sought the blood of a foe. He had tied a red string around the hilt of his katana blade in respect to it as a promise that on this day it would fulfill it's master's duties. With a grin on his face, he walked through the village drawing a crowd to himself. Since word travelled so fast in Kusagakure it would be no surprise that Sato would already be seeking him out as well. With each step Umashi's heart grew bigger and bigger in his chest. Until finally he had reached the center of the village, a large fountain stood in the middle, the water pouring from it a green color from the surplus of copper in the supply. Umashi walked to the fountain and stood before it, taking his sugegasa off and settling it softly on the cement overlay.
"It has been a long time Sato-san." He said, a heavy look befalling his face as he turned around to see the man also taking off his hat and placing it aside. He too, wore the garb of a samurai seeking blood. His hands trembled with every second, but were strong and swift in their movements. "It has indeed been a long time." Was his reply, the man's voice was an octave higher than Umashi's, but it still held a powerful and merciless tone to it. "How did you know I was looking for you?" Umashi asked, silently flicking the hilt of his blade with his thumb so that the Iaidō strike would take a fraction of a second less. "I've been looking for you as well, to finish what it was we started. Amazing that it's still been such a short time isn't it? How's your neck?" Umashi's eyes darkened, the "Iron Point Prison" that he had initially tried to hit Umashi with had missed, giving him a nasty cut that had since healed. "It's fine Sato-san." Silence. "Shall we begin?"
There was a suddenly clash of steel and a loud metallic clang as their blades locked together, Umashi's strength and Sato's were very equally matched and as such there was no possibility of leeway in either shinobi's case. Drawing back, Umashi slashed out at Sato's torso, continuing to combo his slashes and thrusts together as Sato blocked and attempted his own. The clash of steel sent sparks ringing through the air as the two men were interlocked in a duel to the death. Both men were capable of Ninjutsu, but out of a mutual respect for a fellow swordsman they knew this battle was a test of skill and finesse. Ten minutes passed, both men equally matched, both men fighting for something that the other couldn't grasp. The streets had cleared, the very air itself seemed to hiss with each clash and was as if the Kami-sama's themselves were watching over it.
For the next twenty minutes, both men became sweaty. Umashi's skill had improved in the amount of time since their last fight through constant training and as such he didn't let Sato set up any opportunities for his crippling techniques. In turn he could barely find any openings in Sato, and when he did the man was able to cover them in what seemed like a millisecond.
For the next few hours, both men became exhausted, the weather had come and the weather had gone and in this moment the rain was heavy on both men, the thin rainfall dripped down their faces, and even their steel. They had once again locked together, fury in their eyes as they stared on another in the face. "G-Give up Sato." Umashi said, his hands shaking just as bad from exhaustion. "N-N-Never." Sato said with a clench of his teeth. Suddenly, Umashi powered through, slashing the man's knee. As he fell back, clutching his knee with one hand. Umashi suddenly sheathed his blade and then drew it at once with a powerful Iaidō, not lethal put slashing through the man's torso and causing him to fall to his knees. Umashi took this opportunity to kick Sato's sword aside and pressing his own against him. "Sato, I have emerged victorious. But before I end your life I have to ask, why did you spare me on the bridge all those years ago?" Sato let out a soft chuckle, and with resilience in his eyes he said, "Because I knew deep down that you had the ability to get rid of this internal hell." Umashi nodded, he understood well what the man was saying. The internal hell of an missing ninja, always on the run, always sleeping with one eye open. . . "Die with honor Sato-san." And closing his eyes he slashed down at him in the same matter as an assistant slashed the head of a samurai committing seppuku.
As soon as Sato's body slumped onto the ground, the rain above stopped. Heh. . . How symbolic. . . Umashi sheathed his blade and lifted the man over his shoulder, taking him to collect his bounty and then begin his trek to the Earth Country. His heart had calmed, and his blade had tasted the blood of his foe.
And all was well.
At the end of the day however, it was Sato that would prove to be victorious with a completely unorthodox move that rendered Umashi incapable of moving. It became Sato's signature move "Iron Point Prison" and he had since slayed many shinobi that claimed his head. Umashi had taken this bounty in the pursuits of both revenge and the chance for himself to find inner peace. Umashi would never be able to admit it to himself, but the battle with Sato had proved to him that there were many other people in this world that although much younger and of a lesser rank than himself, they were capable of deadly and miraculous things. He sought out Sato so that in a way, he could prove to himself that he was still relevant and not merely a ghost that wanders through the world outdated and alone. Seeing that bounty poster had sparked a deep passion in his heart that he needed to quell and no amount of sake or hot women could change that fact.
He wore a traditional samurai's garb in the form of a crimson red kimono and a he had wrapped a bright red band around his straw hat, the crimson garb he wore was a traditional symbol that a samurai sought the blood of a foe. He had tied a red string around the hilt of his katana blade in respect to it as a promise that on this day it would fulfill it's master's duties. With a grin on his face, he walked through the village drawing a crowd to himself. Since word travelled so fast in Kusagakure it would be no surprise that Sato would already be seeking him out as well. With each step Umashi's heart grew bigger and bigger in his chest. Until finally he had reached the center of the village, a large fountain stood in the middle, the water pouring from it a green color from the surplus of copper in the supply. Umashi walked to the fountain and stood before it, taking his sugegasa off and settling it softly on the cement overlay.
"It has been a long time Sato-san." He said, a heavy look befalling his face as he turned around to see the man also taking off his hat and placing it aside. He too, wore the garb of a samurai seeking blood. His hands trembled with every second, but were strong and swift in their movements. "It has indeed been a long time." Was his reply, the man's voice was an octave higher than Umashi's, but it still held a powerful and merciless tone to it. "How did you know I was looking for you?" Umashi asked, silently flicking the hilt of his blade with his thumb so that the Iaidō strike would take a fraction of a second less. "I've been looking for you as well, to finish what it was we started. Amazing that it's still been such a short time isn't it? How's your neck?" Umashi's eyes darkened, the "Iron Point Prison" that he had initially tried to hit Umashi with had missed, giving him a nasty cut that had since healed. "It's fine Sato-san." Silence. "Shall we begin?"
There was a suddenly clash of steel and a loud metallic clang as their blades locked together, Umashi's strength and Sato's were very equally matched and as such there was no possibility of leeway in either shinobi's case. Drawing back, Umashi slashed out at Sato's torso, continuing to combo his slashes and thrusts together as Sato blocked and attempted his own. The clash of steel sent sparks ringing through the air as the two men were interlocked in a duel to the death. Both men were capable of Ninjutsu, but out of a mutual respect for a fellow swordsman they knew this battle was a test of skill and finesse. Ten minutes passed, both men equally matched, both men fighting for something that the other couldn't grasp. The streets had cleared, the very air itself seemed to hiss with each clash and was as if the Kami-sama's themselves were watching over it.
For the next twenty minutes, both men became sweaty. Umashi's skill had improved in the amount of time since their last fight through constant training and as such he didn't let Sato set up any opportunities for his crippling techniques. In turn he could barely find any openings in Sato, and when he did the man was able to cover them in what seemed like a millisecond.
For the next few hours, both men became exhausted, the weather had come and the weather had gone and in this moment the rain was heavy on both men, the thin rainfall dripped down their faces, and even their steel. They had once again locked together, fury in their eyes as they stared on another in the face. "G-Give up Sato." Umashi said, his hands shaking just as bad from exhaustion. "N-N-Never." Sato said with a clench of his teeth. Suddenly, Umashi powered through, slashing the man's knee. As he fell back, clutching his knee with one hand. Umashi suddenly sheathed his blade and then drew it at once with a powerful Iaidō, not lethal put slashing through the man's torso and causing him to fall to his knees. Umashi took this opportunity to kick Sato's sword aside and pressing his own against him. "Sato, I have emerged victorious. But before I end your life I have to ask, why did you spare me on the bridge all those years ago?" Sato let out a soft chuckle, and with resilience in his eyes he said, "Because I knew deep down that you had the ability to get rid of this internal hell." Umashi nodded, he understood well what the man was saying. The internal hell of an missing ninja, always on the run, always sleeping with one eye open. . . "Die with honor Sato-san." And closing his eyes he slashed down at him in the same matter as an assistant slashed the head of a samurai committing seppuku.
As soon as Sato's body slumped onto the ground, the rain above stopped. Heh. . . How symbolic. . . Umashi sheathed his blade and lifted the man over his shoulder, taking him to collect his bounty and then begin his trek to the Earth Country. His heart had calmed, and his blade had tasted the blood of his foe.
And all was well.
