[大陸—RP] Temujin Continent

[kitsuna]

Return of the Tatarigami! Secrets of the Black-Market!!

Such a beautiful day off in the middle of the ocean, the Sun is bright and the aquatic animals can be heard dancing in their watery domain, or the foul which hover above in the sky seeking in which they can consume. Our story begins on a boat heading towards the land of songs with an elegant drift across said waters. Aboard this boat one would find many merchants and other individuals who seem to be walking different paths of life however, their goals were quite similar in some respects and that goal was in fact one of nefarious deeds. Yes well it seemed like the environment around was quite peaceful, but there was no question of the fact that very dark things were to come. On that note below deck happened to be two individuals who seem to know each other quite well. They were communicating with one another in secret about a deal that was to be striked.

One of them, who's name is Magetta, an experienced shinobi, seemed to be leading the conversation as the boat rocked steadily.

"Soon we will be arriving in the Land of Songs, prepare the cargo for our departure. This will make us a lot of money and we need to be careful about this, it seems like the dreaded United republic has started to catch on to the underground dealings taking place around the world... "

While the statement about the United republic did not imply he knew anything was going on, he is in fact cautious and very careful because of his criminal and less than reputable background in the activities that he takes part in. He was very cautious, knowing how intelligent and seemingly smart shinobi were as he himself is a former one. It was in fact through exploitations that he was able to discover connections and means to circumvent the system and not gain himself in any major trouble, giving him multiple connections to people all across the continent that they were heading towards. This in fact was a connection made from dealings, mutual agreements, fellow interests, and many other factors that played into the situation.
The middle-aged man sat down, crossing his legs and took a deep sigh as he took a cup full of a liquid one can only perceive as water next to him on a small side table, uncapped it, and began drinking.

"This indeed will be quite profitable"

Retorted the second individual,

"However can you sources be trusted? Anything could happen out here you know? And yeah I'll make sure everything is ready.."

He himself was in fact another individual with nefarious purposes, although to Magetta's perspective their purposes were the same.. this however was not the case… in fact, this second individual happened to be an undercover agent from the Land of Lightning's Kumogakure. He made his statement as he began to head towards a door at the end of the room, waiting for Magetta to reply.

“You have nothing to worry about with my connections, I’ve been in the business for quite a while now and have a good mind for who’s trustworthy or not.. You just make sure things on your end are squared away..”

The second individual, the agent from Kumo, nodded his head with a smirk, finding the man’s statement kind of ironic.. As he left the room closing the door, he headed over to the storage room at the end of the long hall. Entering the room and shutting the door behind him, he walked deep into the dark room full of luggage and different boxes. He headed to the far end of the back of the room, to three metal boxes which contained slits around the corners. Standing before the boxes he would fold his arms. This shinobi was in fact a jonin himself, commissioned by the Republic to carry out a particular mission.. However he was not alone.

“You three.. We will be docking fairly soon, prepare yourselves as this will be the last opportunity for awhile where you all can slack off and go over the mission details. Once we land you will continue to behave in a manner that indicates you are more or less helpless.. Keep your eyes open and gather as much information as you can. Wait for my signal for now and follow my lead. Good luck.. Long live the Republic.”

With that said, the jonin would begin to head back towards the door, but who was he speaking too? Within the three aforementioned boxes where in fact three children who were set to be sold off in a very lucrative and underground trade. However unbeknownst to Magetta himself, these children were in fact genin accompanying the Jonin of Kumo, genin from Land of Fire, Lightning and Water. They were on a mission on behalf of the Republic in order to investigate the inner workings of the underground illegal business aforementioned. They were not the only children on board who were meant to be sold, however they were the only ones who had in fact been smuggled amongst the bunch. Soon the ship was set to be docked, what would become of such a situation? Only time could tell. The boat continued to rock softly across the waters.
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[kitsuna]

Far above the ground level, in a domain which resides in the very clouds themselves, an ancient facility existed which contained many sub divisions including; a Temple, training grounds, water falls and on the peak of the mountain itself was a location for intense meditation and reflection. This area, the peak of Mount Takamagahara, is where our story begins, in the north of Land of Monks. Far above the clouds where the air is thin and the wind is strong… where the sun is bright and unabsucred by the denizens of the sky be it pollution or cloud, a group of individuals could be found sitting quietly and still. Eyes closed and legs crossed with their hands linked together to produce what resembled a ram seal, their positions clearly indicated that of intense and deep meditation. Before the small group or pair was in fact a set of open books and scrolls which possessed off information. These texts where in fact documented information and instructions to a sacred technique of the Monk Order of Takamagahara itself. These records where written by the pair's father, who himself was a mastered monk before his passing and unification with Lord Surya through Nirvana. This pair was indeed the twin disciple monks, Fuhai and Yama Muenka. These brothers where inseparable and very alike in many ways, they were twins after all. However what where they doing? Why such an intense mediation and what of these text?

Well they in fact where seeking to understand and initiate the process of receiving the blessing of the sun through the unification of it's power to their own.. Human Photosynthesis. Through their father's documents, the two genius twins managed to not only decipher but also interpret the text and learn the very fundementals.. this was in fact their first attempt of application.. both knew the risks, understanding that many do not survive the training, but this was something they had to learn.. they had to in order to become fully realized Priests of the order. Within the deep confines of his mind, deep within his Spiritual mental plane, Fuhai would find himself sitting within a fully dark environment.. peaceful and unaccompanied by anyone but his Spiritual partner, his brother Yama.. for now nothing was said or done other than the intense meditation. What would become of their first attempt?

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[kitsuna]

The bright golden rays of the suns shined down on the vast blue ocean while the aquatic swam within the embrace of the salty water. The only other thing that moved within the ocean was a ship worthy vessel sailing to a destination far from their original departing place. The sea worthy had many of different individuals of different origins located abroad, some that were supposed to be on there and some that have hidden themselves away from the view of others considered as stowaways.

Abroad the sea vessels lie a dark room that contains a wide assortment of luggage that belongs to everyone that is riding the ship, unbeknownst to most of the passengers were three metallic boxes that held deep in the back and within these boxes lies three small children that seemed to be hiding and waiting. Amongst these three children was one known as Akihito Akimichi, a genin of his village. This was a pudgy young man with light tanned skin and distinct purplish colored hue marking placed on the cheeks on his face giving some confirmation that he is a child of the Akimichi Clan. He sported a brown colored wild styled hair cut as his hair is long enough to reach the middle of his back, however it is hard to tell that he has long hair as it is smothered between his back and the wall of the metallic box.

At the moment the young genin had remained seated with his legs and arms crossed on top of one another to limit his uncomfortableness. He quickly parts his lips apart from one another to allow the following words to escape past his lips to his other two teammates that are located with the other boxes near him.

“So is anybody else as uncomfortable as I am ?”

As soon as the young Shinobi asks his question he hears footsteps approaching and quickly closes his mouth to only hear a familiar tone talking.

“You three.. We will be docking fairly soon, prepare yourselves as this will be the last opportunity for a while where you all can slack off and go over the mission details. Once we land you will continue to behave in a manner that indicates you are more or less helpless.. Keep your eyes open and gather as much information as you can. Wait for my signal for now and follow my lead. Good luck.. Long live the Republic.”

Hearing the following words from the highly experienced shinobi new set of words would pass from Akihito’s lips. To be directed back at the other shinobi along with him.

“So tell me again why we got selected for this mission and why is it we have to be in this damn uncomfortable box”
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[kitsuna]

”Just because it all can fall apart in a matter of seconds..doesn’t mean you can’t fight back." -Tomoko Ōkami

As the young female had captured the scent of the other genin, her curiosity was confirmed when they indeed ran into the genin back into the location they all needed to gather, by then everyone had showed up and time had passed by.As of now the only sounds to be heard were the waves of the ocean. The bright light shined upon the waters, with the sky being as clear as ever. Surely it was a nice day with lovely weather… that is only if it hadn’t been so cold.

As lovely as it was, the young cub wasn’t able to enjoy the ocean view at all.. She barely was able to see anything at all because of the fact she along with Gamu, and the genin of the Land of fire were all found inside metal boxes. They were hiding there, even though this was part of the mission the snow haired kunoichi found the position she was in rather uncomfortable and she wasn’t the only one because she could hear the voice of someone else whining about their uncomfort. The feeling of actually feeling imprisoned and claustrophobia only fueled her discomfort. It was actually ironic that the kunoichi was located inside one of the boxes, if she truly wasn’t on a mission and was captured this would be a danger to the Okami clan. Tomoko Okami was of royalty after all, so that she was to be ‘sold’ could’ve been a danger factor. Luckily they were in guidance of a jonin of her homeland, so the fears of the female hadn’t been present at all.

The female parted her lips as she let her voice escape her mouth to give a response to the voice that most likely belonged to Land of Fire’s genin. Because Gamu hadn’t been vocal yet.

“It is rather uncomfortable, but I've been through worse..”

Even though she shared his discomfort due to her monotone sounding voice there was no hint of discomfort or annoyance to the slightest. The conversation did not last long as there barely was a start because it was interrupted by the voice that belonged to Kumo’s jonin.

“You three.. We will be docking fairly soon, prepare yourselves as this will be the last opportunity for a while where you all can slack off and go over the mission details. Once we land you will continue to behave in a manner that indicates you are more or less helpless.. Keep your eyes open and gather as much information as you can. Wait for my signal for now and follow my lead. Good luck.. Long live the Republic.”

Right as the jounin said it, this was the right moment to go over the mission details. After this they will be expected to behave professionally and not break character of the helpless person who is most likely to be sold on the market. They would only have to observe and gather information. Tomoko was confident that this wouldn’t be a problem to her as she already was rather analytical. Once more she thought the given information through and then parted her lips to give the Akamichi another response.

“.. Beats me, it was chosen randomly or through skill.. Hopefully this won’t be a bore..”

 

[kitsuna]

Some time had passed since the two Genin from the Land of Lightning had met up with their Jonin leader and fellow genin teammate from the Land of Fire's Konohagakure. They had been given a small rundown of the mission and what it would entail for them and what was needed of them, though as they now sat here in a container waiting to arrive as they would feel the waves colliding with their vessel. Unfortunately for Gamu though, he was still trying to process being named team leader for the mission as while he was the oldest he didn't see himself as the leader type. These thoughts would swirl around in the mind of the tall blonde-haired boy who wasn't wearing his signature bandana as he needed to hide the fact he was a shinobi for this mission. Luckily though he was still able to keep all his Bubblegum hidden on his body so he was not weaponless as while it would seem harmless it was actually a dangerous substance in the genin's mouth and hands.

As he continued to wonder why he was chosen he heard the other two Genin speak up. First, he heard the voice of the only other male genin aka the boy from the leaf followed by the voice of his close friend and teammate Tomoko. It seemed as though they were just bantering back and four about the mission, though it turned out the be perfect for snapping Gamu out of his thoughts and bringing him back to reality. Just in time to hear the join in charge of the mission speak to inform them of what was going on.

“You three.. We will be docking fairly soon, prepare yourselves as this will be the last opportunity for a while where you all can slack off and go over the mission details. Once we land you will continue to behave in a manner that indicates you are more or less helpless.. Keep your eyes open and gather as much information as you can. Wait for my signal for now and follow my lead. Good luck.. Long live the Republic.”

Gamu listened to the Jonin from his village as he spoke, though the moment he had finished Gamu spoke up to reply. "No worries Sensei you can count on us. We won't let you down. isn't that right guys, we are gonna rock this mission," said Gamu trying his best to encourage his teammates before preparing himself for the arrival as he would try to get into character so that they would be believable.

 

[kitsuna]

神の懲罰をもたらす者

It was a normal day like no other in the Eastern Coalition of nations, a gentle breeze on a graceful afternoon, of course the weather was slightly chilly for some unknown circumstances, however this was not the only strange occurrence to transpire within the world. The walls of reality itself would twist and bend, carving itself open into a portal to an alternate dimension. From within it seemed like a bright white space which was then greeted by two dark silhouettes which walked out of the bright space at a moderate pace, the aperture closing behind them. As the light appeared clearer revealing the individuals, it was two males, one a young man and the other a teenager of sorts. Both had been dressed in a rather dapper attire, freshly tapered to their sizes and seemingly of high status. Who were these two individuals? The offspring of the late demon god Naraku, who in fact are presumed dead, Satsuriku and Bu Uchiha. The two of them would peer off into the distance of a bustling city, through a large infrastructure, which seemed to stand tall above the rest of the various buildings and bustling life. This is strange.. The coordinates seem different, this was the Eastern Demon Empire, right?

No matter, there were thousands of familiar sources which riddled the area underground… and a major energy and spiritual source coming from the center of the city that carried a familiarity like no other.. It was the one who the boys themselves were looking for, the Eastern Emperor Shinde himself. They did not communicate out loud, nor did they raise their chakra levels above the average in the area, so they in fact did not stand out much, strolling through the city and heading towards the powerful beacon of energy. If not disturbed, the boys would enter the magnificent palace, which seemed to be bustling with different operations of various proportions. The boys would continue down a long hallway, which lead to an underground region which resembles that of catacombs. Following that source of energy, they would continue through the catacombs until reaching a large room. Within this large room was in fact a massive tree, which only the base of said entity was the only part that was visible. The sheer vastness of the tree was unquestionable, and its roots seemed to stretch indefinitely throughout the country, far exceeding the scope of either of the boy’s sensory abilities. The familiar energy seemed to be most potent behind the tree, as the boys quietly walked around it. There they found the Eastern Emperor, and there, the two approached.

Satsuriku himself was the first and only to speak of the pair; “Hello Uncle… it's been far too long…” He said this with an almost frightening expression on his face, an expression one would not be used to seeing him bare. What would Shinde do?

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[kitsuna]

Nearly a hour had past since the members of Hasu had spread out across the globe and began their jobs in the new city. The fatal meeting between the general and their future had restructured the kingdoms world, the purple drapes of the DEs banner no longer casted a shadow on the empires land, now the blood red symbol of the Lotus stood as a beacon of strength. The former palace had even been replaced through the Wood style: Kingdom of the Lotus. Now it was intertwined with nature as the massive canopy of green covered the snowy tops of the mountains, the wooden giants vast roots spread wide, covering the spirit reactors, and deeper then even the cave it was born from. Some could even be considered the tree to be the most fertile creation in existence, but it could also be the most secretive. Shinde moments before his nephew encounter had summoned forth a wood clone and through the use of the mayfly technique it had merged into the trunk of the tree, infusing it with six paths energy. This natural matrimony had created fruits of a new dna, the dna of the shindetsu (shinde zetsu) whom were beginning to be birthed into reality.

“Hello Uncle… it's been far too long…” a familiar voice echoed out in a darker tone from behind the giant sequoia. The dark room layed bare except for the circular table which wrapped around the base of the tree. "Satsu!" Shinde said in a pleasant shock from the other side of the massive trunk, not yet in satsu's view. The young sewer rat was shirtless, his flack vest and formal robes had been discarded and drapped on the neck of a near by tree. The young lord wasn't tired, but was worked up, creating the tree was a daunting task even for him. But his ambition had given him a new wind, approaching his nephew he held a bowl of chick ramen in one hand and in the other was the end of the white towel, tucked gently around his neck. Patting the sweat from his brow, he shouted out to the young gangster whose facial expression resembled a disgruntled cat. "It's been too long!" Shinde said with excitement as he walked into perspective. Shinde's curiosity was peaked, he was intrigued as to why the boy had come to his home alone. "Why have you come here?" Shinde asked pleasantly as he sat the ramen down on the table and pulled up a black chair straddling the fine crafted furniture.

 

[kitsuna]

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The door to the inner portion of the ship closed in a thud, the sound echoing inside the inner breaches of the corridor where he remained, reverberating almost as loud as thoughts that raced through his mind. Something about the demeanor of the other man that departed hadn't set quite right with him. The way he spoke, the smirk he wore across his face, the lack of a facial obscuring. Had he really been experienced in this line of trade? Not even those with the deepest connections to the inner workings of the black market were bold or ignorant enough to display their visage openly without any form of concealment. To openly have his identity blatant and exposed, why? Perhaps questions would serve their functions best later down the line, and he should push his curiosity to the side and offer the man a bit of tutelage as someone had done him during his first few interactions and trades of his earlier years of involvement in the trading networks of the market.

Placing a bit of pressure upon the soles of his feet and pushing off on his right hand, the man would straighten his posture, rising up at a staggering height of 6' even. The black cloak which concealed the majority of his upper attire falling down in a fwoosh, noting that it obviously held a bit of weight to it. Perhaps noting that it may have been more than meets the eye, something with more of a significance than just a cover up fashion piece. It draped down to where the top of his kneecaps began, armored along the shoulders and secured in place by the off-white leather straps that ran up along his left shoulder line. A mask concealing his face, only to reveal the caramel skin along the sides of his face and feet. His silver hair cut sharply across the left side of his head whilst the right side remained shagged and seemingly uneven in comparison to the bowl cut that swung on his left. The rather unique and unusual hairstyle being pulled back and held in place by a black hand band with sashes that flailed and fell down stopping at the middle of his back.

Now on his feet with his balance regained, the rather large man began his step towards the door his companion had walked through only a few moments ago, his step inadverdently turning into a stride as the boat shook beneath him under the mercy of the waters which carried and threw it about, forcing his foot at a further position than he had initially intended. A foreshadowing of his rocky day soon to come perhaps? Casting the disturbance of the sea aside, he regained his balance once more after lurching, reaching for the the handle of the door in front of him. However, before he could open it, he heard the murmuring in the voice of the man whom had made his way into the storage room with the merchandise. "Exactly what purpose did he have for going in there anyways?", the man pondered internally. The only thing in there would be the products which he intended to do away with for financial gain. They were all locked away and stowed in metal boxes, purposely placed into positions of discomfort in confined spaces to both maximize space and reduce resistance. There had been no one else within the room to converse to, so Magatta had found this rather strange. Taking a firm grasp of the handle with his gloved right hand and twisting it to the right, the man pushed the door open ever so gently as to prevent any sounds from surfacing during his entrance, his grip firmly on the door with enough force to rivet it in place to at a crack, preventing it from opening any further.

He was able to see the mask-less man holding a full conversation with what seemed to be three of the steel boxes in particular.

“You three.. We will be docking fairly soon, prepare yourselves as this will be the last opportunity for awhile where you all can slack off and go over the mission details. Once we land you will continue to behave in a manner that indicates you are more or less helpless.. Keep your eyes open and gather as much information as you can. Wait for my signal for now and follow my lead. Good luck.. Long live the Republic.”

This was followed by a muffled voice of a younger individual, seemingly one of the children he had planed to auction off, from inside the steal crate.

"No worries Sensei you can count on us. We won't let you down. Isn't that right guys, we are gonna rock this mission."

A wave of adrenaline rushed over the man, painting his caramelized skin a tart shade of maroon as the blood rushed to his face. His heart rate fluttered upon hearing the conversation. In that moment, it had all made sense. His inability to provide sure confirmation, the failure to hide his identity during the process, walking into the room without definite cause, all of it. There had been a team of ninja right under their noses and he hadn't even noticed. Although this presented more danger to himself than it had the market being that it was spread far and wide, thorough with even some of the wealthiest individuals and world leaders partaking in it and securing the networks. This hadn't been something he could simply bypass, his life and livelihood were now hanging in the balance. Pulling the door shut without a sound and returning to his original seat, he waited for the undercover shinobi to re-enter the room. There he sat, rummaging through his cloak while seated, the clanking of metal heard every now and again at lower portions of his cape ruffled against each other. Pulling out a mask, holding it in his right hand with his palm facing upward and the back of his forearm resting upon his right leg.

The door opened, the shinobi re-enetering the room, his mouth open ready to verbalize a statement, but he had been cut by Magatta.

"Wear this, it isn't wise to show your face so openly in this line of work." He tossed the rather eerie looking mask towards the man, the strappings within it tattered which hang over what appeared to be etched engravings in the mask.The writing only able to be made out as Ex_ode "We will be docking soon. Please see to it that all the merchandise is ready to be transported. We'll be moving on foot for obvious reasons. My men will aid you in the collecting and restraining of the merchandise for departure. I'll meet you at the docking point."

Without another word, Magetta turned towards the opposing area of the ship and began making his way through the door which led towards the exit point of the ship as they neared the docking port in the Land of Songs. The undercover shinobi complied, placing the mask upon his face and prepared the readying of the children to be lead out from the ship. His men upon opening the steel containers one by one, restrained the child placing paper bombs around their wrists and across their mouth and ankles to ensure compliance, whereas the children who seemed to defy their lead were placed under some form of genjutsu that ensured their compliance and still ultimately resulted in them being bound in paper bombs the same as the rest. All lined up and paired in shackles, the children were led out of the ship, the 20 men lined up, ten to each side of the rather lengthy line of children, all armed with their faces concealed in the same mask the silver haired man wore upon his face.

Magetta stood before the line of children next to his companion that wore the mask that was given to him prior, the only mask that stood out as starkly different from the rest. Before verbalizing in a cold heartless tone, "First thing's first...." The man stepped away from the undercover shinobi slowly while gradually lifting his right hand up beneath his cloak, forming a partial tiger sign, he was so reliantt upon this hand that, it almost would seem as if he indeed had no left arm. nothing seemed to fill the left side of the man's cloak as it had the right side. The formed seal seemed to cause a reaction beneath the mask of the spy, a blindingly bright stream of lights emanating from beneath, piercing through the shaded area of area that they occupied before erupting into an unnaturally large explosion that sent both his head and forcefully separated limbs and body parts splattering along the group of children that had been chained up. A portion of his skull and mutilated unrecognizable face being slung directly in front of a white haired girl adorned in a floral kimono and a blonde haired young male cloaked in a green scarf next to her. His eyes fell upon them, yet seemed to miss the fact that they hadn't been bound with any paper bombs as the others had. Failed to realize that the undercover shinobi before his death had ensured their safety. With so many children, the twenty men along the sides of them failed to notice anything either. How would they take advantage of this situation now? Who would take the lead? And how would they deal with traumatic experience they had just witnessed firsthand?

"Now then, let us be on our way." The body parts of the main still rained down upon the group as they began their stride deeper into the land towards the next designated check point. "I have deep enough connections to make this sale with or without his assistance, not that he was genuinely going to offer any in the first place.

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[kitsuna]

”Just because it all can fall apart in a matter of seconds..doesn’t mean you can’t fight back." -Tomoko Ōkami

The young cub sat there rather uncomfortable and bored as hell as the room was filled with silence for a little while after their jounin had left. Tomoko blocked out any type of conversation that was going on and rather focused on the sounds… Right when the jounin spoke she could’ve sworn she had heard another pair of footsteps nearby the location of their conversation. Any normal human being wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but the sensitivity on her hearing was nothing regular. She could hear the things humans would not be able to pick up. Was she fooling herself with sounds to try and panic herself? Was the Okamī playing a toll on her own imagination? Surely she couldn't have…

As she continued to ponder she couldn’t help but also wonder when she was allowed to be let out by them. What was it gonna be like? All they had to do is pretend they were one of the captured kids, she needed to obey and imitate the other children. Surely this couldn’t be THAT hard. Honestly what the princess was looking forward to was a good bath to clean the filth of these boxes off her and to continue her training within her clan. As much as excited she seemed earlier that all disappeared rather quickly because she lost interest in the mission due to the LONG waiting time.

This mission better be over soon… I want go train and get stronger’

Those were her only remaining thoughts as she curled some locks on the right side of her side bangs hoping to find any sort of entertainment for the time being. Some time passed once more and the female started a lot of noise from outside the metal boxes, loud footsteps of a large group of people, the opening door sounds of the metal boxes…. it is time.. they were gonna start the mission. The female waited patiently until her box was opened, she calmly cooperated with the person who grabbed her out of there. And dragged her to a line of the other children. While she was walking she noticed something different about these children… no fears, no whimpering, no sign of shaking, no crying, noises… they seemed completely absent. She wasn’t able to see their faces due to the masks but she knew that these children most likely weren’t able to tell what was going on. Furthermore they were wrapped in paper bombs as some sort of rope. Once the move of restriction would result in them being exploded, unlike them Tomoko did not wear those. So her choice right now was to try and blend in their absent behavior.

By the time they all were lined up and the men stood in front of them the snow haired girl did not make eye contact she starred in front of her making her seem absent and almost lifeless as mostly the rest of these children. No one seemed to notice anything different from her compared to the twenty other children so blending in for her wasn't difficult. The man was speaking shortly, Tomoko wasn’t paying full attention to his words or movements. But the next thing she noticed was the loud noise of an explosion. As startled she was on the inside she did not blink an eye to it at all. Only being able to hear the blood splatters, the dropping and rolling of the limbs and the head of their jounin right in front of them… and yet even then the other children did not react to it at all.

‘He… blew up our Jounin?!’

Tomoko couldn’t believe it as of now their guidance through their mission died in the matter of a couple seconds. Wouldn’t it be normal for her to be scared? Feel sad? Fear? Tomoko felt rather disappointed that they died and left them on their own. The sudden death of their instructor was shocking, but the genin had a mission to carry on. As messed up this became for them she managed to keep her cool and stuck to her role.

‘For now… we are on our own, we must continue staying undercover until we have the time to escape. Surely on the black market there would have to be a team ready if something were to go wrong…’

Right as she felt a pair of eyes on her while she was thinking of any other solutions to this mess she had wanted to assure Gamu of their safety. But she couldn't they would need to remain almost lifeless. No one had raised any suspicion to them yet and as long as that were not the case they were safe.

 

[kitsuna]

Gamu had been seated in the crates along with his fellow genin as a new person entered the room as the sound of the door opening could be heard. Unfortunately, due to being stuck within a crate, he couldn't see at all what was happening so he would quietly listen to what was being said around him by his Jonin leader and the other man. All Gamu could do was sit back relax and chew some gum so he was prepared. As they waited for their arrival the Jonin and the Masked man continued to speak while the kids waited in their crates. When they finally arrived their crates were open and they were allowed out though before the crate was open Gamu made sure he had finished chewing and hid the Gum under his tongue to hide it in case something went down.

As they climbed out of the crate they notice a number of other pieces of so-called merchandise who had simply been more captured children. Thes other children were in chains and even had explosive tags place upon them, though luck or maybe unlucky for the three of them that had not been cuffed, which meant they may be looked at differently. For Gamu and the rest of the genin, they got lucky as they were able to avoid being put under genjutsu like the other more rowdy prisoners that were there. The Genin including Gamu would follow the man and their Jonin leader as they began to exit the ship and head down onto the dock where they were forced to line up.

As they lined up Gamu had a weird feeling that something wasn't right and boy was he right about that feeling as suddenly after the masked man who had been speak with the Jonin from his homeland had suddenly made a hand seal. This was odd but Gamu still remands patient and completely harmless like the rest of the prisoners to put on a good disguise. This would soon become a little harder to maintain as shortly after the head of the Jonin in charge of their mission just had his head exploded right before their eyes. The more shocking part was how Tomoko was blasted by the blood. Gamu couldn't help but feel bad for her but he knew he couldn't break character or it'd mean certain death. Luckily for him growing up on the street homeless in the slums of Kumo had helped him desensitise himself to death a bit and while he hadn't seen many people explode he has seen a number of people die before his eyes.

 

[kitsuna]

"HEY YOU, YOU DUMB INSECT, MAGETTA!! WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG?! FUCK IT! YOU AND YOUR INCOMPETENT HALF-ASSERY IS WHY THE BOSS ALWAYS SENDS ME TO FINISH THE JOB FOR YOU!” Bara shouted from across the street from the man in question.

Bara was a 7-feet tall, tan, buff man with thick muscles, and one of the three buff brothers. He had been stationed and waiting at the port where the two dozen children were chained at. “SO THEN. WHERE ARE ALL THE GOODS—” his eyes settled upon the chained children, and let out an appreciative whistle. “That’s a large number of slaves that you’ve kidnapped this time!”

“They look tasty,” Kyojin drooled. Kyojin was even taller than 7 feet; he was 16 feet tall. Kyojin was a Japanese Sumo wrestler, and a refugee from a land which no longer exists, called the Land of Giants. “I need to feed my son, Chisana.”

“PAPA I WANT FOOD!” Chisana, who was 4 feet tall, and looked like a big baby, whined. Kyojin was 4 times the height of his son, Chisana. “FEED ME THEM!”

“Ye’ son!” Kyojin, the Japanese Sumo wrestler stumbled toward the children, shoving aside 10 of Magetta’s men, grabbing the chains and making sure that the chains were secured on all the children.

All the children with the exception of Gamu and Tomoko, are cladded in paper bombs around their wrists, ankles, and mouth, that would detonate upon attempted resistance or removal.


“I shall be BUYING all these children.” He chained all the children all together in one chain, as though they were all under a single dog leash, and started pulling them in the direction toward their giant but normal white cargo truck.

Bara’s beady eyes roved over, counting the children. There were about two dozen of them.

“Kyojin, you can only get these children if you outbid them in the Auction,” Bara reminded Kyojin and Kyojin’s little son, Chisana who was already crying.


“Come, Children. Come with me to the Auction now. And excuse me for calling you a dumb insect earlier, little insect Magetta. Everyone thought you didn’t bring the children or chickened out, and the boss sent us to come check on you. Don’t mind Kyojin and Chisana, they can be a bit much. BA HA HA HA HA!” Bara laughed at Kyojin and Chisana almost carrying all the children (genin included,) in their buff arms, and loading them into, and locking them up, inside the back of a giant, normal cargo truck.


Then, Bara went on over to the left side of the truck, which had the steeling wheel, which Bara sat behind. The truck only had two seats. Kyojin almost got on to sit at the right side of the truck, but paused.

“Hmmmmm, there’s only two seats at the truck. Magetta, how about you sit in the little gap, in the middle between Bara and myself? Chisana will sit on my lap!” Kyojin offered.

If Magetta took up their offer, Magetta would get onto the truck first, from the right side. Next, Kyojin would push Magetta deeper until he’s in the middle, squished inside the little gap between the two front seats. Then, Kyojin would be sitting on the right seat of the truck, with Chisana on his lap; he shut the right door of the truck.

Thus, with both doors of the truck closed, they began to drive off toward the Land of Tigers, for hours.

In summary, Bara and Kyojin was on the front 2 seats of the Truck, with Magetta without a seat and squashed between their two buff bodies. Chisana sat on Kyojin’s lap at the passenger’s seat, while Bara was at the steering wheel.


All the kids were trapped inside the back of the car, which had a bulletproof glass separating the kids in the back of the truck from the 2 drivers (Bara and Kyojin) at the front.

Bara started up the car and started driving at 150 miles per hour, to the Land of Tigers where the auction was.

If this keeps up, by nightfall, they would arrive to the Land of Tigers, where the Auction House is located at. That would be the location that the auctioneers would sell the chained Genin, and children, to the bidders and slavers.

Should the genin try to escape this fate right now, Magetta would have some difficulty pushing through 1000 pounds of meat to get out of the truck.