The Kage Summit

To be assisting such dangerous and perhaps murderous Missing such as the blond that was leading the current way was indeed not a job Jena ever planned to take. Then again, she had been left with no other choice. He was determined when he specified he had no intentions of permitting their escape from this all, and that he would not hesitate to unsheathe his blade to eliminate all useless beings. Truth to speak, she admired such impeccable way to deal with unruly and rebellious followers that falsely promised loyalty. Now she realised this was why she hadn't learnt of him before. Any contract spies or curious ninja would have met their inevitable end sooner or later. He had his plans laid out perfectly, and nothing would spoil them on his way to grandeur. And maybe this was the reason they were then arriving at Amegakure, heading to the Kage Summit.

Kazama was his name, and so he had revealed on their journey. Apparently he was labelled an SS-Rank Missing-Nin, which only heightened the girl's levels of intimidation. Some tiny chit-chats or casual interrogations had taken place during the path, but gaps of uncomfortable, prolonged silence had mostly dominated the atmosphere. Hey, what would you expect? It's not every day that you walk alongside a higher-ranked Shinobi ready to slice your throat if you set their fuse off. The silence, nonetheless, was quite favourable to relax her tense body. She took instances to glance at the orange-haired rogue man by her left, the Tsubasa guy, and still collected the fragments of her unfair past. Tsukiya had been a couple of times with her before they had to run away from Konohagakure, mainly training or sparring because of competitive matters.

That was all there was then, and now they had reencountered. The odds were astoundingly surprising sometimes. Both of them were assisting the blond male, stuck in a deal that was both rewarding and hostile. She had no word to call it quits, and besides, the girl had to admit that bashing into the Summit where all five great leaders were discussing the future of the Shinobi world was interesting, not to say amusing. He had not yet entirely explained if they were to be of further use. It seemed that he only wished for them to accompany him in the travelling. Was that really it? Her guts had tugged at her, attempting to convince her otherwise, yet she fully knew her guts usually brought consequences for her. For example, this whole situation. Nevertheless, what was done was done and she had to go with the flow now, wherever that was headed to. In that very instant, she looked up, noticing tall, pointy and bizarrely-shaped buildings rising on the horizon.

They had arrived.

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Once inside the Village, the three ninja had speedily made their way through with the always reliable Shunshin no Jutsu, finally landing on the roof of a facility. Once Jena stepped on the solid floor, she gaped at the heavy skyscraper towering in front. "Take these," Kazama had suddenly approached Tsukiya and her, his hands gruffly clasping plenty explosive tags in each. There had to be like a hundred in each very stack! She carefully took them into her own, securing them within the cosy interior of her hip pouch. Afterward, he proceeded to give a mouthful of instructions concerning their future mission within the establishment. Huh, so her gut was right after everything. Involving explosions and close-to-death scenarios, she guessed that she would have an outright hard time within that skyscraper. There ought to be traps and guards fending for the Kage, not to forget potential Village-Nins scouting the halls.

But she'd see what to do with that once inside, and with Kazama's command, like shadows, Tsukiya and Jena rushed to the building. "I'll be going to the eastern side of the skyscraper after we ascend," she alerted the man as they closed up on the Kage Summit. "Don't know what you'll do. Try not to break anything while you're inside." They had go on now, and it was best for her to give her companion a little joking nudge to start-off with. She hurried first to the main entrance of the gigantic facility, performing hand seals for the nifty Henge no Jutsu. In some moments, she took the fit body of a man and the face of a Kirigakure ANBU ninja, a good way to excuse herself from the guards at the main entrance. Taking the normal dirt route to the doors, the transformed Missing hastily approached the two burly men, who had blocked her way from the Summit.

"I sincerely apologise for this inconvenience," Jena adapted a manlier voice, completing her cunning disguise. "I have been summoned here by the urgent word of the Amegakure authorities, claiming they needed more security within the building. They have strictly told me that I must patrol the area near the assembly room, and that I must quickly take my position." At first, the two guards were doubting the truth of said story, puzzled as to why they hadn't been notified of such a change. It required a bit more of persuasion and wise words to soften their rough attitudes. With that, they stepped aside, and she proceeded. What awaited her inside did scare the nine hells out of her. A clashing and cracking noise caused a freezing sensation to crawl up her spine, and it took her a while to see the metallic bucket resting on the floor, a disgusting blend of ill-smelling liquids flowing out.

Oh for Lord of Hell, what died in that bucket?! The clawing and unbearable stench made her fingers automatically rise to hold her nose, her scowling at the terrible prank that was bestowed upon her. Ugh, this smelled horrible. She could barely hear the snorting and choking laughs of the Missing-Nin some feet behind her, and she just wanted to hit someone to free herself of the anger. Meticulously evading the tiny pool of sickening mixtures, the girl progressed within the skyscraper, amazed at the monotonous halls that were awkward in shape and had unexpected sharp turns and sudden, strangely-placed doors. Well, honestly, this sort of architecture was to her very appeal, and blowing it up would be rather of a shame. She sighed, concluding that the rich leaders of the industries here would surely repair the building in no time. Ah, how very pitiful did the Earth function now.

After giving some rounds around the first floors, Jena had encountered two to three guards calmly pacing through the place, obediently following orders. Out of pure luck she remained hidden behind the mask of the Transformation Technique, nodding in greeting to the passing individuals. She had no time to watch back to see how Tsukiya was doing, but the constant steps since the beginning had told her he was closely tagging along. It was then that she bumped across a set of wide and long stairs, probably ending on the last floor. She faced the orange-haired male and signalled to it with a nod of her head. Then, searching for any traps that could be hidden in the smallest of details, she stepped up. She went like this for what could mirror and eternity, until she spotted the floor of the final level. Joy flooded her, yet because god felt like mocking today, she was gloriously slapped in the face.

One of the female Shinobi's feet was moving forth to step on the straight floor, and that was when she felt a narrow, pressing feeling on the surface of the limb. Her weight and the invisible wire betrayed her, and her body began to fall forward. "Fucking he -!" Was all she could pronounce before she headed to the ground, her arms thrust forward to shield her drop. Fortunately she managed to soften her fall, and she rapidly incorporated back on foot, not without breaking the Henge no Jutsu first. What a brilliant way to prove her worth. Any other embarrassment she would have to put up with?! Tsukiya's stare was probably enough of a punishment, and she gritted her teeth because of the unfair situations. Just then, steps foreign to their own resounded far off behind a corner of the hall. Oh no, did a guard hear her?

In reflex, her hands anxiously clasped together, combining a couple of seals and preparing her chakra. A dark-haired, blue-eyed Ame Jounin was emerging from the obscure section, and as soon as he mad eye-contact with the gleaming, magenta eyes, he was instantly submerged into a Genjutsu. The terrain around him swirled and changed shape and colour, radiating an image that was nothing like the facility's repeating halls. He shook his head, unable to comprehend the tricking view. In that moment, a feline shadow pranced into view, yellow eyes shimmering and fangs revealing. It hissed at the Ame-Nin, and leaped forward to chase him. Shocked and confused, the man kept battling the rabid Ninneko in his mind, while the pair of Missing-Nin swiftly evaded the illusive soul and continued down the hall. It actually worked, and she was proud that her last-resort move had successfully granted them a head-on.

Albeit that small victory, more challenges awaited up ahead. Jena put a hand up when she foresaw the talking of two Shinobi, quietly showing her comrade what was to come after some steps. She pondered for some seconds, grinning evilly when an idea popped in her mind. "Don't come until you see they're open for a killing blow, okay?" She made sure to whisper this time, and walked on without letting any time for Tsukiya to give his opinion. Before they could have reckoned the upcoming body, with a single hand seal, the hall was blurred with a translucent mist, wisps of sparkly mist adorning it. The men gave confused looks to one another, clutching their weapons strongly. It was when the cloud dispersed that they dropped them, their jaws wide and eyes locked. "Sekushi no Jutsu: Jigokuyume ♡ ~" A female voice alluringly announced, a shape now visible in the midst of the scenery.

What you could expect from the black-haired girl was no more, and her clothing was instead replaced with a body-tight, slightly tattered, provocative-short and scarlet dress probably belonging to a man's dreams. Black horns had grown on her head, and a black tail ending with a heart had also appeared. Her eyes possessed a more vibrant red hue, and she narrowed her eyes, calling out to the guards with magnetising gestures. One of her gloved hands opened, summoning a black steel fork to it. Slowly stepping to them, she chuckled as she went ahead and softly pinched the two with the big object, pronouncing sentences that dripped with fraudulent passion and unreachable lust. They were caught up in the whole Jutsu, unable to resist it and the urge that had caused this. In fact, they never saw it coming when a figure bounced on them, spraying sticky blood to the walls and floor.
Not uttering a single word, the Hell Dream technique shattered, returning Jena to what she normally and naturally was.

"Good job," she told Tsukiya, yet she did not look at him and moved forward. They were a short distance to the floor where the Kage were in a meeting, and her heart beat within her. Yet, when they reached the last hall, the path split into two; right and left. "Alright, I'll take the eastern flank and place the tags there. You go on with the western, and make sure to dispose of whatever ninja walking there.." Paying luck to the other with nods, they parted ways, Jena heading to the right hall. She could already sense the presence of guards ahead, hearing the breaths and the choppy talks between them. What could she possibly use this time... As she thought, her hands sneaked in her hip pouch and took out a small amount of explosive tags. Adjacently and perpendicularly attaching them to the walls, they were hidden from view by smartly placing them on the top and bottom corners, where it was connected to the roof or floor.

Oh, yes, perfect~! Her back stuck to the wall, she strained her neck to see a young man approaching. "Kokuangyo no Jutsu," the female ninja muttered, targeting a single Ame-Nin strolling to her absentmindedly, performing the necessary hand seals. The poor guy had no idea what hit him, and his view grew hazy and disoriented. Sadly because of the lack of proper mastery in her Genjutsu skills, the Jutsu did not have much of efficiency, not causing the casual blindness it actually should. But it sufficed, nevertheless, and she side-stepped around the dazzled victim to repeat her tag-adhering process. To the remaining guards, she consecutively used more Genjutsu techniques, the dominant two being Neko Genjutsu and Kori Shinchuu no Jutsu, the latter of the two serving well to make them turn on their heels and head the way they came.

Of course, she began to grow exhausted from so many techniques. God was forgiving, since she dispatched the last man patrolling by with a Meiton: Yuurei, and so knocking him out cold with the hard grip of Yuugure. Up until then, the eastern hall had been mostly decorated with explosives, and empty from any threats to her. The C-Ranked Missing trudged a bit more, and reached a solemn door in which inside boomed a brawl of voices. Man were they hissy. She had almost ran out of tags, and the last ones were stuck on the walls forth of that particular door. Heck, she even shrugged and adhered the last one on the wooden surface separating the Kage Summit with the rest of the skyscraper. She was crouched for this, gently attaching it to the lower section of the entrance. This would serve for a lesser damaging blast, only scaring them instead of injuring them.

Getting up from the previous position, Jena nodded in satisfaction at the magnificent scattering of explosive tags. They were placed strategically so that, when detonated, they would blast precisely on spots that would shatter the architecture. She congratulated herself, and abruptly the echo of brisk steps warned her of an incoming figure. She glared at the end of the hall, where a shadow came rushing at full-speed to where she stood. Orange hair came into view, and her eyes widened at the whole predictable thing. He charged at her, not stopping for nothing. Taken aback from the unsettling view of the taller man, her shoulders dropped and she blinked a few times. "T-T-Tsuki -"