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Dari's Angel
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Mission Title: Ambassadorial Assistance
Mission Type: Custom
Mission Location:Kaminari No Kuni - The Lightning Country
Shinobi Requirement: Chûnin
Mission Rank: B
Mission Objective: The ambassador from Konohagakure, working in the embassy in the Lightning Country, requires your assistance. His actual assistant has gone missing - they were supposed to be relaying messages between a port town and the ambassador, but have not been seen for 2 weeks. You must track down the assistant by speaking to locals in the area of the port town and attempt to locate the assistants whereabouts. However, as political relations between your countries are in a bad state, you must be careful not to blow your cover and reveal your identity as a militant of a foreign country.
Min Post Count: 6.
1.
.:Setting the Scene:.
The day was a gloomy one, even by Kaminari no Kuni standards. Saitou had come to begrudgingly accept that the weather would not improve during his stint here, or perhaps ever; it was just one of those year round dreary places, from what he'd observed as of yet. Despite the fact that the poor excuse of a sun had only just begun to rise, he knew the weather would fail to improve. Clouds stretched across the sky ominously, blocking out the blue sky and the sun which he had almost forgotten the appearance of. Far as the eye could see when one gazed upwards, towards the heavens, the greyness seemed to shroud the entire world. From this perspective, anyway. Saitou rose from his bed, stretching his long back and yawning. The 'bed' he had spent the night upon was a ruffling of a bindlestiff's nature; just a woollen sleeping bag type affair, which he rolled up into a cylinder, before shoving into his pack. Sleeping was a rare commodity since leaving his home country. He would only stop for the night when it became too dark to walk entirely, before gathering a fire and setting up his temporary camp site. The lack of slumber was bearable, so long as he ate properly. A healthy diet was not always the easiest thing to maintain when on the road, he'd discovered; he only had what he'd brought with him, which meant no meat, just bread, cheese, tinned goods and confectionaries that lasted a while. Whenever he came across an inn, however, he would feast upon the red meat available to him. At the last one, he'd obtained many the weird glance when ravishing a piece of such a meal, but he didn't care. The action in itself wasn't too suspicious, and thus he could continue to conduct himself in such a manner.
After taking a leak upon the smouldering embers of his fire from the night before, Saitou began to eliminate all signs of his being here. It was far from necessary, but he did it out of habit and to keep himself circumspect to the dangers around him. Constant vigilance, as one might put it. Besides, no harm could come from always being on ones toes, particularly in a foreign, hostile nation such as the one he currently inhabited. Not that he had many intentions of staying much longer. He'd encountered his share of Kumogakure no Sato shinobi and had made note to avoid them at all costs. It was his third night in the country; he expected to arrive at his uncle's village by night fall. From there, he would deliver the news of his father's passing to the unaware brother, before acquainting himself with his kin that resided in the small fishing village and heading west, so he could return home once more. With any luck, nothing would go wrong. I mean, after all, every thing always goes to plan in a Shinobi's life; it's not as if they live in a dangerous world where they had to learn the hard way that unless they were always prepared for whatever life could throw at them, they might die, or worse, be ridiculed. Nope, not at all.
Now that his campsite was, for the most part, abolished, Saitou hit the road once more. His feet were adorned with the thick support of proper walking boots, thankfully; a relief that reminded him what a blessing it was to not be wearing his sandals. Only a few blisters had surfaced, but he trudged onward, used to the physical exertion and able to keep up a pace over prolonged periods of time that most normal people would struggle with. Such were the benefits of his numerous, arduous hours of training and hard work. It was nice to see such things paying off, but he told himself to not get too proud of his ability to walk. Even if it was across a dangerous terrain, for miles on end; drawing nearer to his destination with every waking moment. Step after step, the humdrum life of the road was one that never seemed to perk up. Which of course, was just Saitou speaking too soon, for as he rounded a corner, a hand unleashed itself from with forth a shrubbery and did tug him into the vegetation with a strong jerk. The youth was lifted straight from his feet and sent hurling into the ground. Before he could react, a hand pinned against his throat whilst a knee made its way into his stomach, threatening his air supply and pinning him to the floor with a swift efficiency. Choking for breath, Saitou became horribly aware of how much stronger his assailant was than him; struggle as he may, he could not break free. Shit! He thought angrily. How was I so careless?! Shit he's going to kill me, oh sweet mother Mary of fuck! Constant vigilance my fucking arse you dozy pleb, you're going to die now, there's nothing I can do! Wait, I have a knife on the inside of my belt; I'd have to go past his knee to grab it, and hope he doesn't use his free hand to hold both of mine together. I'd better get this right, or I'm dead...
With a hearty grin and a shake of his head, the figure rose, offering a hand to Saitou. His voice was loud and imposing, slightly like his figure. "For a Shinobi, that was a pretty poor performance! If I'd been an enemy, I could've killed you, or taken you in for interrogation; you'll have to do better than that. Anyway, to business! I'm a cargo ship captain, repaying my debts to your village. They requested that I deliver this scroll to you, and that you abandon your personal motives and complete this task for the sake of the greater good and all that. Afterwards, you are to attend to your personal business as you would, but rather than make your own way back, you're to meet me and my crew at the docks before we depart. We've been instructed to wait for you, but we're supposed to be leaving in three days time at sun rise, so I expect you to be there. From there, we're to take you to the Rice fields country for another assignment. Here's a parcel containing some of your Shinobi related goods and gear as we've been informed you didn't have it with you. They also said to maintain your cover and secrecy. Good luck and all that, see you at the docks!"
With that, the burly figure whom had just delivered unto Saitou the shock of his life disappeared. Shaking his head in disbelief, he wondered what was so important that his superiors within the village had felt it important enough to cash in on a debt with a lunatic sailor to deliver a message to him. Unfurling the scroll, he was surprised to find a relatively difficult mission for him, one in which he was supposed to detect and deduce yet remain undetected himself. Quite the task, something he felt he was going to enjoy.
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|  | | Dari's Angel
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| | Subject: Re: Ambassadorial Assistance [Private - Mission] Fri 02 Aug 2013, 12:34 am | |
| .2.
.:The Mission:
Gazing about him as to ensure that there was nobody whom had bore witness to the events of the moment, Saitou made for a gathering of trees, taking shelter in the shade from the gloomy skies that had yet to dribble upon the earth. His intentions were to not be seen. Hopefully the thick trunks would provide enough visual cover; not that he needed much, for there appeared to be nobody about. Setting down the extra luggage he'd been handed, and, still somewhat bemused, scrutinising the scroll, the youth took a seat upon the dirt. Indeed, this mission did seem one perhaps a little difficult. Maybe even too difficult; then again, a Jônin would be expected to be capable of handling such a thing. Not that Saitou was a Jônin, of course, nay, he was more of a... an advanced Chûnin, on his way to achieving such a rank, but that meant he should be looking to prove himself. This mission was an ideal chance to do so, so he would have to perform it to the best of his abilities. He scanned through once more, making sure he didn't miss a word.
Mister Masaki,
We are contacting you in such a manner as this is a matter of utmost urgency. An assistant of our country's ambassador has disappeared whilst relaying messages between the embassy and a port town nearby your location, or at least, near your destination. Travel a few miles north east to find a man who'll be able to give you assistance. He also owes the village a favour - he will give you a place to stay whilst you conduct your investigations, and he has information regarding who may have seen the assistant last, as well as a list of suspects. You are to follow the trail of information. Deduce who you personally believe is responsible for her disappearance, and then interrogate them for her whereabouts. You are permitted to use force to protect yourself or extract the truth, but only if you are one hundred percent certain. Try to avoid leaving any physical marks. We are aware you are trained in genjutsu, but not many interrogation techniques; attempt to instil fear and your own authority. If you require any assistance, our man will be happy to help. If you do find yourself in a dangerous scenario, remember that you must do what you can to save the assistant's life. Attached, you will find your address for the next few days. Good luck.
-The Village
Rising from his resting place, Saitou departed from the trees, heading back to the road, but this time in another direction. He would have to back track a bit to a path leading east he'd spotted earlier, and go from there. Unfortunately for him, this trek appeared to be growing in length by the minute. He would have to spend a few days in the town, according to the message; which could only mean he would be even later to his uncle's village, and then after that, rather than returning home, he was being shipped off to another foreign country to complete what was probably another dangerous and difficult mission. Fucking brilliant. With a sigh, he began to contemplate the responsibility upon him. A woman's life now hung upon his intelligence, his own ability, and how quick he could be. On top of that, if his judgement were wrong and he were to attempt to interrogate an innocent man by utilising forceful methods, he'd have a lot weighing upon his conscience. He would have to be more than a hundred percent certain about the perpetrator. There was a lot of weight upon his shoulders, but he cast aside the nerves to the edge of his mind and instead focused upon picking up his pace to a steady jog. It would be harder to explain were he to come across a shinobi, but as a sensor, he could detect them coming and slow down before they noticed, and speed was of the essence. A lot was riding on him.
The smell of sea air was what hit Saitou first. A fresh tang mixed with the nomadic odour of raw fish, having recently been caught, he assumed. It was a rare occasion, for the weather had steadily improved, and there was in fact a degree of sunshine about; it wasn't quite the baking temperatures of his home country, but indeed, the sky was clearing and he almost felt his woollen coat was unnecessary. As he trod upon the path into the town, he was surprised by its size. Most buildings were two storeys tall, bar the cottages dotted around the area; it was lively and the atmosphere was thick, as if one could decimate it with a knife. There seemed to be a tangible excitement about the streets. Eyeing a poster advertising something, with todays date upon it, Saitou headed to the wall it was pinned upon. It declared that some sort of fair was present, to take place in the evening. There were still a few hours, he deduced; perhaps they'd just began setting up and people were milling about to see. If such a thing was happening, he could see it from his current vantage point. Deciding to move on, he walked onwards through the street, the sea view always visible, following the directions he'd been given by the scroll. Large masts could also be seen, each a tower of strength supporting the sails that had propelled their vessels here. Saitou noticed how pleasant all the names about this area were. The one in particular he was looking for was entitled 'Cherry street', and he was currently passing through 'Seahorse avenue'.
Shaking his head, he realised he had finally reached his destination. Well, not the one he had originally intended, but his redirected course had lead him here. The building was a wooden construct, well lit, with a porch our front covered by the floor of the second storey; the door was slightly ajar, as if company was expected. Saitou chuckled to himself at the thought of walking in and finding a movie like scene of horror, the place trashed and his contact nowhere to be seen. Knocking on the door, he became acutely aware of a smell wafting through the doorway - the smell of cooking. Nobody responded to his rapping upon the portal to the room, so he moved in, keeping his footsteps silent as possible. He was greeted with a slick teak floorboard which he lightly glided across, making his way to the source of the smell. Placing a firm palm over a brass door handle, he went for the knife in his belt, drawing it in an elegant manner as to sustain the motion of silence. In one rapid, fluid movement, he threw the door open, moved in with haste and raised the blade to shoulder height, pointing it at the figure inside the room.
The ponytailed figure grasped a knife from the counter and whirled around, raising it equally high, staring down his harm toward the intruder. Both men eyed each other with a steely gaze, but it was Saitou whom lowered his first. His counterpart returned the gesture, before grinning slightly. "Sorry if I startled you, sir. Force of habit. You left your door ajar and I believe I smelled burning. I was suspicious, as you can imagine; for I can't afford not to be, considering the situation we're in, and the nature of my visit." With a small smile, the figure that was at an equal height to our hero, but slightly more wide and physically imposing, replied. "Quite alright. You acted as you had to, my apologies for the door. It's such a friendly neighbourhood that you forget to bother with such things sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure your safety is assured, but best we keep you on the down low; whilst your intentions are good for all involved minus our criminal, it would be for the best you don't reveal you're an on duty, foreign shinobi. My name's... let's say Tashi. Don't bother with yours, the less I know about you, the better. Your room is upstairs, second door on the left. Dump your stuff there and dress in your normal clothes, then come down; tonight, we're going to explore the town a bit, get you acquainted, then when we're back, we'll eat dinner and I'll go over the list of suspects and those with criminal history around here."
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| | Subject: Re: Ambassadorial Assistance [Private - Mission] Fri 02 Aug 2013, 5:20 pm | |
| 3.
The Usual Suspects
As the pair wandered through the streets of the village, Saitou's initial impression of it as a warm and enjoyable place was only fortified. In appearance it was greatly different to his hometown, being a town by the sea and in a different country, but the atmosphere was the same. There was a sense of pleasantry and laxness. Children played in the streets without the need of a watchful eye to supervise them, youths milled about, enjoying each other's company and apparently having nothing to fear. It certainly didn't look like a country undergoing war time. Then again, neither did his home village. The war had yet to take a toll on the citizens of each country, for the fighting had not exactly reached the stage of invading and brutally murdering those who stood in their way. With any luck, it never would. Tashi pointed out anything of note about the area - the town hall, the plaza, the more popular shopping destinations, the pubs known to provide for less honourable persons and the harbour. After about an hour of aimless walking, the two decided to go see the fair. Saitou instantly saw what all the fuss was about; the sky had darkened, which seemed to happen very early in this part of the world, and lights illuminated every street. Stalls had been set up, each selling some delightful delicacy, or offering the chance to partake in a game. The activity about him was thickly audible. Families and teenagers made their way around, all seeming to beam with excitement, regardless of their age. Who out of all these people would be capable of kidnapping, or possibly murder?
After seeing most of what there was to see, Tashi lead Saitou back to his home; he'd remembered to lock the door this time. Stepping in, the older of the two showed him to the dining room, before beginning to dish up. The meal was certainly above the standard of what the Shinobi had been eating recently. Travel food was always poor, made up of tinned crap and anything that would last; fresh fruit and meat, or anything that required cooking, had to be found, hunted or bought when you crossed paths with a wayside inn. His hunger for the skilfully made dish was clearly obvious, for he was given a rather large portion. Tucking in ravenously, he didn't even pause to think about what it was he was eating. Pie with some sort of meat, maybe steak of beef, and vegetables that got thrown into his mouth. He ate like a tornado, ripping apart everything from his plate and throwing it into a deep abyss, chewing with great speed. The man across the table just smiled. When Saitou had finished his second helping and Tashi his first, they worked together to remove the plates and clear some space, allowing them to get down to business.
Coming back into the room with a screwdriver, the ponytailed man began to shove at table, pushing it away from where it had pridefully stood. He got onto one knee and buried the device of leverage deep into a small hole in the carpet, before heaving his might to one side. There were a few moments in which a groan could be heard, before the floorboard snapped upwards. The reward for this was a mound of files, written in an incomprehensible scrawl; grabbing the pile, Tashi thumped it upon the table, before taking a seat, and indicating for the other to do the same. Saitou was amazed by just how much the other had compiled, particularly considering he'd probably had as short notice as he had. The sheets were neatly organised by the use of dividers. Seizing the first lot, the older of the two began to read aloud what he had compiled and explained it to his guest, speaking at a fast pace, as if he were reciting something he'd known for years.
"Details of the missing person! Name, Aryana Hazishi, Kumogakure born but raised in Konogakure, she became the ambassador's assistant two years ago. Her task before she disappeared was to relay messages between this town and the embassy, mainly concerning the trade links in the port and to make the fact the country's at war minimal in how it impacts the flow of imported and exported goods. She's a small person, about five foot five, blonde and slightly tanned. On the night she went missing, nearly two weeks ago, there were reports from locals about hearing a loud, feminine scream in the eastern area of town, around the outskirts of the residential area. I've prepared an appointment for you to talk to one of the locals who claims to have heard the disturbance and attempt to locate more information. Now, before you go, I've compiled a list of three suspects. It's not very many, considering there aren't many capable of such things around these parts, but that makes your task that bit easier. I've tried to find who might have had a motive, these are the ones I've uncovered so far"
"Suspect one, Dean Akoyo. Former hunter, injured by a bear so he says, but more likely from a fall. Broke both his legs, they recovered but never quite to a full extent and he's retired ever since. Often spotted around shady areas of town such as the bars I pointed out to you earlier, the regulars at the bar say he was leering after our assistant. Possible sexual motives. Lives near the area of disappearance. Suspect two, Captain Hatori, real first name unknown. Former sailor, rumoured smuggler. He may of had contact with our assistant, possibly worried about his own illicit shipping business which is bringing in unlicensed goods. We've never caught him so we don't know what it is he brings in, but if he's sneaking about, it has to illegal in some way. Lives in an isolated cottage, by the cove to the west of here. Furthest from the area of the reported incident. And finally, Harishizama Masato; lives in and owns one of the pubs by the harbour, also rumoured to be in the smuggling business. There's not much crime in this area, but what there is happens to always be linked back to him. Some even consider him the head of a small mafia, but there's no evidence to support that - what we do know is that his supposed illicit business was greatly threatened by our assistant. She aimed to put in place new trade regulations in the harbour to the rid the town of illegal trade. He probably had the most to lose out of all of them. Now, you can either stay the night here, or begin your investigation. Up to you!"
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| | Subject: Re: Ambassadorial Assistance [Private - Mission] Fri 02 Aug 2013, 8:47 pm | |
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4.
.:The Investigation Begins:.
"You know what Tashi-san, I think I'll head off now. Much more frightening if someone turns up unannounced at your house at night, wouldn't you agree? Give me the addresses and I'll be on my way. I think I've formulated my game plan already; collect information before striking, by speaking to the person who heard the scream. From there, I'll visit the area she was supposedly taken from, see if I can deduce anything from that, maybe try to find signs of a struggle. Although, I doubt any clues will still be there if it's been two weeks. Worth a look though. Maybe I can deduce how she was taken, or at least get a better idea of how it all happened. Then I'll pursue the suspects and investigate them. Thanks for your help, Tashi-san. I'll be leaving the majority of my fighting gear in my room, but I'll have some on hand, just in case. I can't tell you when I'll be returning, as I'm not sure. Hopefully I'll be reinstate my presence sometime before tomorrow evening, but if I'm onto something, don't expect me. If I don't leave some sign of being alive for the next three days, burn all my equipment and alert the village. Thanks for your help, I'll see you around."
Standing and stretching, Saitou grabbed the scroll containing the information of all the addresses he'd need. If he were to be caught, this would be a little difficult to explain. However, as a sensory ninja, he had attempted to find a chakra source or the like about the village, but had not noticed any worthy of note. The occasional tiny blip did appear, but that was simply a civilian with potential. Even if that tiny blip had been a shinobi, he needn't have worried, it was so minuscule they could probably only muster a couple of jutsu before reaching the point of exhaustion. And everyone knew, to force more chakra than what you naturally had would have disastrous results, possibly death. One thing he had noticed, however, was quite a strong source emitting from Tashi-san himself. Saitou had made a point of not asking why the older man owed a favour to the village, nor did he ask why he had such a strong energetic presence in the form of chakra. The ponytailed figure did not know that his guest was in fact a sensory ninja, and the purple haired boy felt it best he not ask questions irrelevant to the mission at hand.
Saitou departed from the threshold of the house, happy to begin his investigation regardless of the fact it was getting quite late. The sun had just about fallen below the line of the horizon less than an hour ago, leaving the streets illuminated by the lights dotted around them at equal gaps. This gave the night a somewhat eerie effect when the street was as empty as the one he was currently situated on was. However, when one drew nearer the fair area, it seemed lively and exciting. Yet this was not to be the destination of his late night meander. No, indeed, his travels would take him east rather than south; closer to a housing estate than the harbour side festivities, which one could say what not quite as glamorous nor as tangibly electric with enjoyment. He left the buttons of his coat undone, keeping his sleeves rolled up to beyond his elbows, not quite feeling every part the investigator. He needed a nice hat and a tie. Maybe a magnifying glass too. Setting off into the night, he headed east, navigating the streets using the knowledge he had gained from Tashi-san.
In Saitou's mind, the weakest suspect was the first, the sexual deviant. Many men could make obscene comments and gestures and be rather lewd towards attractive women when under the influence; it certainly didn't suggest an intent to kill or kidnap. That being said, it wasn't exactly 'correct' behaviour. Needles to say, the youth wished to interview this one first. Cross him off the list as soon as he possibly could, then move on to the real suspects. Two smugglers, both with strong motive, one with possible gang connections. Both seemed strong candidates for the role of kidnapping murderer in Saitou's mind. Of course, he would have to be thorough in every piece of investigating he did - he would need more than a hunch to interrogate someone, after all.
Rounding the corner, the wannabe Jônin eyed the house he'd been looking for, for the first time - it was a lovely affair. Marble bricks formed the walls, a clear white sheen topped with dark roof tiles. Flowers adorned a well tended garden our front, a fence encompassing the back yard area; the houses in this area were quite inconsistent in design. Being a seaside town, the houses further south tended to be wooden constructs, imported from foreign lands. Further north and to the east, one could find more local products being used, such as marble and granite, or other rocks that gave the name of home to the lightning country. This one seemed quite an expensive set up indeed. Walking up the path, Saitou knocked his hand upon the door, his sturdy first impacting upon mahogany thrice. He did not expect his informant to be asleep. The hour was still early despite the lack of sunshine, and this night of all nights was not one for an early hour of dozing. As expected, he did not have to wait long for the door to open. It swung at its owners intent, allowing Saitou to be seen. The person within was a woman, not too old but about middle-aged, her face wrinkled with the signs of ageing and worry. She appeared a kind soul, and she was a small figure, brown hair slowly greying. He'd already devised a sketch for this scene too. Despite being an investigator looking to help the local community, he could not reveal his real identity as a foreign militant. Which was why his acting had been getting so good recently.
"Good day, ma'am. My name is Kari Shichu, I'm an intern Shinobi detective from Kumogakure no Sato. I'm not the most experienced specimen from up the village ways in the north, but I'm the best available that they could send, and I've learnt from the best. I would like to quiz you about the events of Thursday night, approximately two weeks ago now, if that's fine by you?"
"Certainly, thank you ever so much for coming. It's been worrying me greatly, the potential of having someone like a murderer on the loose. This is such a nice part of the world as well, so I hope I can be of assistance to help you catch such a person. My name's Kawatsuchi Zima. How may I be of service?"
Flipping out a notepad that he'd borrowed from Tashi-san, Saitou withdrew a fountain pen from the depths of his pockets and began to note down what he had so far. A name. "So, Ms. Zima. I'd like you take me through exactly what you experienced. Our reports suggest you heard a scream. Do you know a rough estimate of about what time it occurred? What were you doing at the time of it? Can you pinpoint the area or the direction the noise emitted from? And remember, all these questions are only being answered voluntarily. If you wish to take a moment, or for me to leave, you may request so at any time. I understand this could possibly be stressful for you." Ahh, the concerned, young detective act. Works a charm on older ladies, let me tell you. She waved a hand in front of her face, dismissing the notion that this conversation troubled her in any way. "No, no, as I said, I am happy to be able to help. It was late, I was preparing dinner, so it must have been about seven thirty-ish. The scream sounded like it came from out back - otherwise more people would have heard it. The next door neighbours were out, you see, and I live at the end of the street, so there was no one about really. There's a small park just there, nothing that much, a small pond, some ducks, trees, flowerbeds and a bench or two. Nobody was about there at the time because all the kids go play nearer the parks around the harbour or in the forest to the east of here. The older people tend to hang around the centre of town, or in the north, where we have our botanical gardens and a sport centre. There's a few sports fields about here, but they're on the other side, I live in the old person district, you see!"
"I see, thank you ma'am. You have proved very insightful, but I must ask, before or after the incident, did you see anything or anyone suspicious? Any odd behaviour, or anyone hiding their faces?"
"Not quite, I'm afraid. I did see some of the dock workers around these parts before and after the incident, which is odd, as none of them really live about these parts. But they weren't up to anything, nor were they hiding anything."
"Right, well, thank you for your time and your information. I shall investigate the park next; thank you for your assistance, have an enjoyable evening!"
Phase one of his investigation complete, Saitou rose, inclining his head slightly before departing the home and heading back around the corner he had turned only a few minutes ago. He could see the railings surrounding the park already, but Ms. Zima had been right, few houses lined the park, only hers and her absent neighbours, meaning she was probably the only person to have heard the disturbance. The youth knew he would have to take her word on all the events. Leaping over the railing athletically, he made his way to the middle of the park area, pivoting around on the spot. He took in the features of the area, trying to envisage the events of the night two weeks ago. Tashi had pointed out earlier the house which the assistant, Aryana, had been renting during her time relaying messages to and from the area. Saitou knew it was roughly north of here. The gates on either side of the park lead from north to south. If it was in the evening, she'd have been moving north, to return home.
He traced her steps, visualising the scene in his mind, trying to get into her shoes - the scream suggested she'd been surprised, which implied she'd been jumped in some manner. The path narrowed when one attempted to get past the point were two benches were stationed opposite each other. A large bush was situated around one bench, looking big enough to perhaps temporarily house a person attempting to launch a surprised attack. Rustling the leaves of the vegetation, he peered downward; many large twigs lay broken on the floor, suggesting it had indeed been inhabited. This could be the result of children playing, but Ms. Zima had said that children mostly went elsewhere to enjoy themselves. Saitou could see it in his mind now - the walk, the sudden burst from the cover of the leaves, the scream. What next? He looked at the bench, examining, observing, scrutinising. Aha, there it was; a small crack in the wood of the bench seat, close to the bush, but not too much so. She screamed, so clearly she was frightened. Aryana must have struggled, so her attacker had attempted to subdue her, and, in doing so, had smashed her head upon the bench wood. She would then be dazed, or, depending on the force utilised, unconscious. Her attacker could use this opportunity to gag and bind her, before hauling her off.
Saitou felt he'd learned enough from this second stage. He knew the attack had been with intent and not just a random rape and go, but the attacker must have been waiting for her. From this, he could deduce that she'd been targeted - which, whilst not ruling out any of his suspects, enforced the chances of it being one of them. They'd clearly had a motive, and kidnapping or killing the ambassador's assistant was blatantly something done for their own personal gain. Now remained stage three, four and five. Investigate the suspects, then apprehend and interrogate the one he deemed guilty, before finding and rescuing the assistant. If she was still alive.
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| | Subject: Re: Ambassadorial Assistance [Private - Mission] Fri 02 Aug 2013, 11:49 pm | |
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5.
.:An Inspector Calls:.
Now that it was time to investigate the suspects that his contact had compiled for him, Saitou's first destination was quite close. The supposed sexual deviant, who went by the name of Mr. Dean Akoyo, lived quite nearby. He was a not particularly respected shop owner, who used to have a job in the transferal of heavy crates from a cargo ship onto the dock, and vice versa. Basically, a carrier. Certainly not the most glamorous job, but when he put his back out four years ago, he had to pursue a new career path. A hunter didn't suit him well afterward, for that resulted in him falling from a great height and breaking both legs. Now, he sold 'foreign exotic merchandise', according to his advertising board above his shop window. Rather than live above his shop, like was common among some, he had a small bungalow in the less privileged area of the residential part of town. It wasn't that bad, admittedly. There were no ruffians loitering about, vandalising or terrorising the streets. Just inadequate buildings that looked potentially detrimental to their inhabitants; Saitou found the most shoddy looking of the lot, and smiled when he noticed it was indeed the house he had set out to find.
The streets were much less effectively illuminated here, which proved to the shinobi's advantage. He was going to go for a much more brutal tactic than considered normal for a detective, more like something a psychotic lunatic with anger issues would do for fun. Regardless of this, he felt it was the best way to get the truth. Assert dominance, use minimal brute force and leave no physical marks upon the targets body, but scare him shitless. He knocked on the door with the entirety of his fist hammering onto the surface, knocking twice this time. The door opened, a chain keeping it only slightly ajar and thus difficult for Saitou to quickly storm in. Keeping his face cast low as to avoid catching a wayward ray of light from any unlikely sources, he spoke to the man in a slightly lower tone than the one he might adopt for a more normal occasion. "I hate to bother you at this ungodly hour, sir, but I noticed you dropped a large amount of money on your way home earlier, and I personally felt it'd be wrong of me to not return it to you!" The lie was something of a gamble, but Saitou was not fearful of his adversary and felt outwitting him would be a somewhat easy task, even if his initial plan failed. He was counting on the man behind the thin plywood having left the house earlier, and not being at the height of his senses. The voice that returned in reply was heavily slurred. Either he's just had a stroke, or, more likely, he's wankered. Perfect. Saitou grinned as he heard the words. "Oh aye? One mo... lemme git the door forya" With a small thunk, the door closed, followed by the sound of a chain being removed; the door swung open to display a low ceiling, badly lit affair, but the purple haired youth made no note of such things, moving in with rapid pace.
He quickly flicked through a short string of handseals, years of practice making his hands pretty damn quick. Placing two hands upon his drunk opponents chest, he emitted chakra from within him, the jutsu intended to paralyse his opponent; he was worried he might need an extra lot of chakra, as his target was one hell of a fat bastard. Thankfully, he did not. Saitou watched as the large figure slumped to the floor with a groan. The jutsu left the facial muscles active, so he could still speak, which was very important. Making sure that Dean still failed to see his face, he stepped over the lump, noticing he still had his boots on. He must've just got in from a night of drinking, the waste of space. The smell of alcohol reeked throughout the small living space, and Saitou noticed a half empty bottle of some unlabelled beverage sitting upon a table by the entrance. Grabbing it, he uncorked it, before pouring it over the helpless figure below him. "Well, Dean, the full force of the Shinobi of Kumogakure have decided to pay you a visit. We've had you on our watch list for a while now; why, you might ask, do we concern ourselves with people like you, when we're at war? Because a country can't win a war if it can't function properly with its own people. So they've sent me to 'rehabilitate' you. Now, that can mean a variety of things, going from the downright extermination of your excuse for life, the termination of your existence, or to simply 'rehabilitate' you, and make you see the error of your ways. You're lucky I'm going to play nice with you. So, some questions. That girl. Aryana, the assistant to the ambassador of Konohagakure; we're hearing you'd been leering after her, just before her disappearance. Do you know what that means? You're a suspect in the kidnapping of a senior member of the foreign embassy, and that just won't fucking do. Our political situation is really bloody fragile right about now, so we can't have shit like this happening. Do you get me, you worthless piece of crap? Good, I'm glad. Now, I can't read minds, but I can tell when a man is lying. I'm going to ask you a question, and if you lie, which, believe me, I'll know if you do, I will remove one of those stubby limbs from your worthless, potato-like body. Did you play a part in the kidnapping and slash or murder of Aryana Hazishi? Oh, and, do you have a basement?" The oleaginous fatty hadn't spoke for a good while, but he finally parted his bewildered lips to get out a response.
"No... No I... I was only messing with her, I swear! I wouldn't do something like that. I didn't even know her name, but I can tell you who might've had something to do with her. That smuggler, Cap'n whashisface! I seen him down the pub, arguing with her! It was getting heated an', an', he looked real angry, the 'tender says it was 'bout the trading regulations at the docks, cuz we all reckon he's got illegal stuff coming in and she wanted to get rid of 'im! He woulda killed her, I'm sure of it! And no, I dannae have no basement, I couldn't afford un if I wanted un!"
Satisfied with the answer he'd been given, Saitou paced about every room, which didn't take long. He whacked his foot, hard, against the floorboards, listening to the sound it made, looking for the resonating echo that suggested a room underneath. Nothing. He was telling the truth. "Very well Dean. Thank you for your co-operation. My apologies for the savageness, you know how it is. Now, you'd better make sure you get your act together, alright? Cut the drinking down a bit, behave less like an animal and more like a civilised being of a great empire. The jutsu will pass over time, just wait it out. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to be on my way!"
Heading towards the known cottage of 'Cap'n whashisface', Saitou had something of a longer journey. Because of this, he felt it'd be more time effective to run, and so he did, making the journey in no time. The cottage was ominously pretty, vines growing on one side of the brick framework, a small window adorning the wall. This door was seemingly heavier than all the others; when he knocked upon its surface, the thud resonated much less. The brass door handle was painted black, and the whole image of the house could be described as 'rustic'. It was certainly a lovely little place, but despite the pitch black of the cloudy night, the warmth that Saitou could feel, with the tang of salty sea air about it the night, there was something... daunting. This was the house of someone who wanted to be left alone. His first knock went unanswered, so after moments passed, he knocked again, expecting a response this time. After his third attempt, the door swung open, and a grey haired, bearded man stepped over the threshold. His eyes were somewhat crazed, and a brass fire poker was grasped in his left hand, probably intended to be a daunting weapon. The man seemed like an insane ex-pirate, despite the lack of a hook hand, or a comical wooden leg.
Clearing his throat, Saitou spoke. "Good evening, sir. I was hoping perhaps I could ask you a few questions about-" The youth's prepared story was cut short by the slamming of the door which was, as he had anticipated, very heavy. Perhaps the actions of a man with something to hide? Knowing that any further inquiries would not be greeted with a smile and an offer for a cup of tea, Saitou left the doorstep and instead looked through one of the windows, a portal into the life of a smuggling ex-pirate. He was ravenously tucking into a slab of raw steak, without the usage of cutlery, or even crockery; well, minus a goblet for what appeared to be wine. A fire roared in a clay fireplace in the corner of the room. Saitou watched, unnoticed, for a few minutes, but there was nothing abnormal about his behaviour. Sighing, the shinobi paced around the construct, looking for perhaps a badly hidden entrance to a wine cellar. He peered through every room's window, but found nothing of interest - he did notice a cutlass in a scabbard, suspended from a nail in the wall, but that was nothing particularly remarkable. Walking away, he groaned slightly. No wonder ever body in town knew this bastard was smuggling stolen goods; he was a rabid idiot. At least he knew that this was not the type of man to instinctively learn somebody's route home and surprise them, before kidnapping them, and managing to keep it all secret. He was probably just a cog in a larger machine, a middleman, working for some top dog. Which reminded Saitou of his final suspect; Harishizama Masato, rumoured mafia boss, gang warlord, businessman, pub owner.
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Jutsu and Chakra
Jutsu Used:
- Quote :
- Name: Touza no Jutsu
Rank: C
Type: Ninjutsu
Range: Close (0m - 5m), Mid (5m - 10m)
Element: Raiton (Lightning)
Description: A close range jutsu on which the user makes an electric current pass throw the enemy, by touching the opponent with both hands. This jutsu can leave an enemy paralyzed for one post.
Chakra Cost: 5
Chakra
Chakra used during post: 5
Chakra at beginning of post: 130
Chakra remaning: 130 - 5 = 125
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.:Resolution:.
As Saitou reached the door to the 'Port Pavilion', the name of the inn that belonged to the man he sought after, the salt in the sea air became physically tangible. The scene of the harbour was a bustling one; ships came and went, their bells ringing out. Men shouted, hammers bellowed and cargo ships were unloaded. All about, noises could be heard, with no corner where one could cower from them and pretend they did not exist; the scene seemed like a whole other town than the one from across the street. Further west, a cove could be found, alongside a few beaches, were people were scattered haphazardly about. Pushing open the door, Saitou was greeted with a blast of warm air and an odd smell, one he did not particularly enjoy. Clearly, the ventilation inside the building was quite poor, for it seemed this pungent odour was being released for the first time. The youth was relatively confident about his chances with this one; flicking through a short pattern of hand seals, he quickly drew his finger across the threshold of the doorway, unnoticed by the few customers nor the bartender. If anyone walked in or out, a small shock would run through his arm, alerting him of this. Standing upright once more, he stepped inside.
The first thing he noticed was, other than the putrid stench, the raw, encompassing, enveloping heat. It seemed like there was no escape; sweaty men sat about the bar, some playing pool, others deep in conversation, hidden away in small pockets of the room. Striding confidently towards the counter, Saitou became very aware of how every eye was upon him. He placed both elbows on the dirty surface and instantly regretted it, looking at the man in front of him straight dead in the steely grey eye. Knowing that he'd have to be assertive, he engaged the burly, black haired, bearded figure in conversation. "I'm looking for a man by the name of Mr. Harishizama Masato. I hear he owns this joint. Care to tell him I've arrived?" The bartender thumped a flagon onto the hard wood of the counter, glaring at the youth in front of him. He tossed the rag he'd been using to dry the drinking utensil as he spoke. "Sorry, kiddo. The boss doesn't do appointments. Not sure what business you'd have with a man like him anyway. Now piss off, before I get some real men on you." Behind Saitou, two bald pool players took their gazes from their game, eyeing him up and cracking their knuckles, a very clichéd way of appearing threatening. Not that it'd work on someone of his ability. With a smirk, he replied. "Well, I do like having a few men on me. Not to say I'm not terrified by the prospect of your goons over there trying to batter me. Although, they would probably be best off sticking to battering cod. And maybe their genitalia, doubt men like that get much action; say, does this place have a cellar or basement? Ah, who am I kidding. Of course it does! Place like this, you could easily pass it off as a storage area for barrels of ale and what not, when in reality, it could be used as so much more. Let me see your fucking boss." The man behind the counter looked slightly taken aback by this retort, and realised he wasn't dealing with some nosy kid who had a habit of sticking his purple head in places it didn't belong. Nay, he was dealing with something much more. And as much as this scene made these men look like hard full time gangsters, they were just drunkards and a man working for a living. They weren't going to die for their employer. The bartender pointed towards a trapdoor next to a wine rack. As Saitou slowly, purposefully swaggered towards it, two men stepped aside to make way, looking at their boots; his assertion of his authority had worked, and they were fearful of him. Now he had to hope that worked on the man at the top.
He descended the ladder in one flurry of rapid movements, placing a foot upon the first rung, hands on either side of the floor above, before dropping to allow himself a rapid descent. His coat billowed upwards as it moved, and he landed with one hand smacking the floor to form a triangle on the floor. Rising, he stared at the man, his gaze laced with intensity so pure and dense it nearly poured from his eyes in a torrential deluge. The figure turned upon his heel, the leather of his boots squeaking slightly; adorning the side of his hip, a long cutlas. His clothing appeared to be made of a fine cloth, his hat plumed with an elegant flower, but this was not the attire of a pub landlord. This was indeed, the clothing of a criminal mastermind. Certainly, one could describe him as attractive. A grin that suggested he was used to winning at life, capped off with eyes that had a special, shining glint to them, and a beard wrapped about his smile. He clearly felt he was in control. Aryana was nowhere to be seen, which unnerved the youth a bit. "Kumogakure shinobi, I knew they'd send you. A nuisance, the lot of your kind, and yet, so talented, so very, very talented and skilled; shame to see it all go to waste. That said, I expected someone a little more... experienced." Every word out of that bastards mouth was jam packed full of confidence, like every thing was going to plan. Saitou couldn't help but feel he'd walked into a trap, but he did not allow this to show on his face.
"You shut the fuck up. Right now. I'm the one that does the talking here, do you fucking get that? You think you have it all sorted out, but let me tell you something, I didn't waltz in here because I'm a rambunctious little prick, I did it because I know that I can fucking take you. You don't even know who I am!" His outburst was greeted with a low chuckle, the man slowly pacing closer, closer. With one hand, he stroked his beard, with the other, he perched upon his cutlass, ready to draw at a moments notice. "Ooo, I'm quaking, sorry for not knowing the name of some snot nosed brat genin, who thinks he's the shit because he can pull off some piss easy lightning jutsu. How about you sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up? You have no idea how big my business is, how far my influence reaches. And you have no bloody evidence to support your case. You couldn't even arrest me, and even if you could, you'd never make it out of this town alive; then, let us say that you did, your superiors wouldn't be able to do anything. You are but an imbecile, a retarded cog in a complex machine. And you will be dealt with as such!" With one fluid motion, the cutlass came unsheathed, the rasp of steel upon leather like the hissing of a snake before it leapt upon its prey. The candle light shone upon and reflected from the steel blade, but Saitou was far from scared. He was calm and composed, ready for conflict.
The first swipe came quickly, with an elegant flick of the blade. Saitou ducked low, about to roll to the left to avoid the blow, when he saw his opponent flourish to quickly pivot upon his heel and fling the blade the other way, the way in which the purple haired boy had moved toward. Realising nothing could be done to avoid the attack, he decided to just take the offensive. To be impulsive and do the unexpected. Leaping upwards, he delivered a sharp uppercut to the chin of his opponent, before thrusting a jab into the very heavily stubble covered cheek of the man. Whilst being no expert in Taijutsu, Saitou's attacks were powerful. By shinobi standards, he was not particularly strong or fast, but by civilian standards, he was something of a fighter. The blade had dug into his thigh, but his attack had brought the swing short and so it had not buried itself too deep. He became aware of two sharp shocks in his arm. At first, he thought his opponent had done something to him, but then he remembered the jutsu he'd utilised earlier at the door, and realised two people must have entered; he could sense a strong chakra based presence. Tashi-san. The cavalry had arrived.
Delivering a sharp knee to the face of his adversary, Saitou kicked the blade to the corner of the room and loomed over the man, whose nose was now bleeding profusely. Placing both hands on either side of his head, the youth initiated his genjutsu, ready to interrogate him. He would go deep into his mind and break his will power, before questioning him. It was not a form of mind reading, just a technique which went inside somebody's head to break their spirit and make them succumb to questioning. A form of mental torture, if you will. Just as Saitou began, he heard an odd rasping noise, followed by something cold, pressed against his neck. Oh shit, he thought. Had Tashi-san been captured? He thought he could recognise the blade; in fact, it too was a cutlass, very like... the fucking one which had been hanging on the Captain's wall, back at the cottage! So they'd been on it together? How come they'd managed to track down Tashi?!
Clearing his throat, Saitou spoke, nerves finally coming into his speech as his voice betrayed his emotions. "Tashi-san? What's going on? Did they... did they capture you?" His inquiry was met with a booming bout of laughter from all three parties around him. The youth could feel the quivering movement of the blade against his neck as the hand supporting it in place shook at the supposed humour of the situation. It was Tashi himself that cleared the confusion and clarified the situation. "Did you really think I was on your side, all along? You dozy little shit! Well, I suppose they should've sent someone better, bit older maybe. But you just had to do, didn't you? And such is your unmaking. I'll just report this to your village as a terrible tragedy, you accused and attempted to interrogate the wrong man, where upon he acted in self defence. And never was there a tale of more woe, than that of the daft, purple haired Saitou."
The whole room resonated with laughter once more, and the youth almost felt a tear welling up in his eye, being so frightened of the fate about to befall him. He tried to stall, to buy time. "Tell me one thing, before I go lads. I'm assuming this is some mafia operation - but Tashi, if you were a part of Aryana's kidnapping, why did you even agree to help me in the first place? Why not just turn away? This seems like an overly complex, elaborate ruse, compared to just killing me and getting it all done with." As Saitou spoke, the man he had beaten in conflict rose to his feet, peering at him curiously, staying ever so close. To the point he could smell the liquor upon his breath at all times. "A fair question, my dear boy. You see, I was indeed in debt to Konohagakure no Sato. Oh yeah, by the way, Masato, he's not a Kumo brat, forgot to mention that; anyway, basically, I figured, I could manage to repay that debt whilst covering my tracks. And as all your stuff is already at my house, making it look like you never existed will be much, much easier. Plus, that Dean Ayoko bloke, he never even did anything wrong! The bastard was just a thorn in our side, wanted in on the business, but he was too fucking loud, all the bloody time. Naturally we said no, but he'd never stop pestering us. I'm sure you paying him a visit might shut him up a bit. Three birds with one stone!" More booming laughter.
Anger overwhelmed Saitou, and he quickly clamped his hands together, making a single hand seal. He expelled a burst of chakra, which sent those close to him flying; the captain, with the blade at his throat, flew the furthest, crashing into a pile of crates at the other side of the basement. Masato too was sent soaring, his head whacking into the wall and knocking him unconscious rather quickly. His body crumpled upon the floor, limp and seemingly lifeless. Already preparing his next jutsu, Saitou turned to face the last man standing, Tashi-san himself; he expected to see the other man preparing a jutsu of sorts, as he had detected his high chakra levels previously. But what he saw instead was the man reach for a katana, which sparked brightly, with some form of electrical, chakra based energy. Saitou unleashed a loud yell, the jutsu complete. Too late? The blade plunged straight through his chest, and his body slumped to the floor. Blood dripped across the stone, and the room came to silence, the short commotion having reached its resolution already. Tashi, stunned at how easy the battle had been, reached over to touch the face of his former guest - stone cold. He was dead.
At least, that's what the ponytailed fuck face saw. Saitou sprang up from behind the fucker, plunging the only kunai he'd brought with him into the lower abdomen of the figure hunched over, well, nothing. An elaborate genjutsu, used to fool one into seeing their attack impact, and their opponent dead. In reality, he'd just been sneaking around his opponent to kill him. Twisting the wounded body around to face him, Saitou laid him down across the floor, staring deep into his eyes, realising he still had a few moments in which to question him. "You bastard. What of Aryana? Tell me now, where is she?!" The question was answered with a low chuckle, the youth being laughed at once again, before Tashi broke into a fit of coughing, and stared towards the ceiling. Mouth hanging open, he began to speak, slowly, his tongue slurred. "Only... a few hours ago. You turned up at my house. You seemed a nice enough lad, and, I showed you around town. Then we returned to my place." Turning to face Saitou once more, looking him dead in the eye, he grinned slightly. "Remember that pie we ate?"
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Jutsu and Chakra
Jutsu Used:
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- Name: Raiton Kakuheki - Lightning release barrier wall
Rank: D
Type: Ninjutsu
Range: N/A
Element: Raiton
Description: To use this jutsu, Saitou first performs a short string of handseals, before concentrating his chakra into the floor via the palm of his hands. When this is done, a small invisible line of chakra, spreading up to 20 meters. Whenever anyone walks past this line, a small buzz of electricity will make it's way through the nerves in his left hand, signalling to his brain that someone has walked past the line. Saitou does not need to maintain constant contact with the line for this jutsu to work, however, the further away he moves from the line, the weaker the shock of electricity he feels. The shock will not work if he is over 500 yards from the line.
Chakra Cost: 4 (2 per post)
Name: Genjutsu Interrogation Technique
Rank: B
Type: Genjutsu
Medium: Single-Target
Range: Close (0m - 5m)
Element: -
Description: To try and break the (captured) target’s will, the users puts them under a Genjutsu sensory spell. This is to make the target give as much information as possible. However, if the target is of higher rank than the caster; the afflicted will be able to resist better. If not freed, they will eventually fall victim to it once their willpower runs dry. The target must be restrained, else they may simply release this Genjutsu due to its obvious nature.
Chakra Cost: 13 (3 per post)
Name: Hi no Ishi - Will of Fire
Rank: B
Type: Ninjutsu
Range: Close (0 - 5m)
Element: -
Description: Hi no Ishi is a ninjutsu technique utilizing no element. Performing the tiger hand seal alone, the user is able to concentrate a large amount of chakra within them, to then release it outwards into a shock wave of chakra. The burst of chakra will go out towards a five metre radius before it finally begins to fade away. Anyone caught within the blast will be pushed out by the chakra and thrown out of the five metre radius. It's also a technique that can be used to deflect incoming projectiles from all angles. Once the technique has been performed, the user must wait for another two posts before it can be used again, the technique can also not distinguish between friend and foe.
Chakra Cost: 15
Name: Heki Sendo - False Death
Rank: C
Type: Genjutsu
Medium: Multiple Targets
Range: Hearing Range (Shout)
Element: N/A
Description: This jutsu is utilised when an attack is launched at the user, and affects two senses - the sense of touch and that of vision. Rather than attempt to avoid it, the user forms a short string of handseals before shouting very loudly, supposedly in fear. Those who hear this noise will thus be caught in the genjutsu. The real user will dodge the attack, but the targets of this jutsu will see the body of their opponent dead on the floor, with whatever weapon or jutsu they utilised leaving noticeable marks upon the illusion. This gives the impression that their attack impacted and they have killed their opponent. When in this genjutsu, the target will have their eyes fixated on the body and not be able to focus on much else. If they do somehow manage to deduce the body is an illusion, they will only be able to see the original being when they truly look for him but instead see a blur until they break free of the genjutsu, but by then it is likely the caster will have been able to escape or hide. The body will feel warm to the touch but slowly grow colder, and the blood will feel as a liquid would, to give the death a sense of realism.
Chakra Cost: 7
Chakra:
Chakra Used In Post: 7 + 15 + 13 + 4 = 39
Chakra At Start Of Post: 125
Chakra Remaining: 125 - 39 = 86
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