Assassination [S-Rank]

Okami, dressed in his usual garb of black pants and long sleeved black shirt with a white flak jacket over it, would leap from building to building stealthily, headband tied loosely around his neck and kunai blade slung over his back. It was back to the grind, 2 days after his mission to protect Miss Hai, and he was again tasked to kill. He was fully loaded, and was on the hunt for Hayato Mamush, the lord of a crime syndicate that sprung up recently. There was a rumor that he was passing through the Port of Dreams, staying in a bar called The Sleeping Dog. Getting there was a chore, as it was on the west side of the port city, and Okami was STILL sore from his previous missions. Breathing lightly but harshly, he would stop a moment, orienting himself before sniffing the air. There was a faint smell of blood, sweat, and sex directly below him, meaning he had gotten to the right place, as the Sleeping Dog was a renowned brothel. Dropping off the rooftop, Okami would then walk in, smoke from a hookah blasting him in the face as he stalked into the main room. Seeing several other shinobi surrounded by women, he slowly shook his head before turning to the bartender. Ordering a soda, he would wave off a pair of girls that decided he was a decent mark. Turning to the bartender, he would ask under his breath where the crime lord was, and the bartender would motion him upstairs. Finishing his drink, he offered to pay the man, who politely declined with a statement that members of the military got free drinks every night past 6. Walking upstairs, Okami noted the tasteful décor and good construction of the building. No wonder it was so popular. The women were all well dressed, and the place was classy.

Stepping into the first room on the right, as instructed, he soon noticed something was amiss. His suspicions were proved when a light came on and 9 men were standing in the spacious area. All had weapons drawn, facing him, and the four in front charged. Adhering to the tenets of Iaido, he slashed through the first one with ease. The second swung at him, and he toyed with the boy for a moment before dispatching him with a quick slash to the throat. Killing them all was no problem for him at the moment, as he was capable of compartmentalizing his thoughts. They were the enemy, no matter their face, no matter their age. If they had to die, so be it. Kicking at another of the Genin, he heard the distinct sound of ribs breaking as he flew into the wall. Moving on to the last one, he sliced once, twice, three times, severing both hands and bringing the sword down into his torso from his shoulder. It saddened him that he had to kill his opponents, but they were in his way of the cowardly man sitting in the back of the room.

Dashing sideways, Okami charged the first of the Chuunin, feinting high then slashing out his leg at the thigh, slicing through his artery at the same time. Dancing around the spraying blood, he would slash a quick X towards the next, opening up his chest before jabbing at his throat with a kunai held in his off hand. Dual wielding his katana and kunai, he blocked the next Chuunin's palm strike with the point of his kunai, stabbing the man through the hand. Running him through with his katana he ripped his blades out and threw the kunai at the furthest of the remaining Chuunin, who was attempting to form a D-Ranked Earth Style jutsu from the look of things. Feinting to the left then slashing low, he finally gutted the last Chuunin with a forehanded slash that left nothing to the imagination. Letting the bodies hit the floor, he retrieved his kunai, flicked the flood off his blade with a practiced move and sheathed it, moving to the terrified man in the back. He appeared about to piss himself, not at all like the crime lord that he was supposed to be. Angrily, Okami snapped at him to spill it, which he did. Almost all over the shinobi's shoes, in fact. Avoiding the vomit that splattered the floor, Okami briefly felt genuinely sorry for ruining the beautiful upholstery in the room, but his attention was soon drawn to the man blubbering about the real Hayato Mamush's location. It was a distance outside town, and he would probably need an escort back, knowing the Village standards and the amount of chakra he would have to expend in the coming fight. Apparently, the organization had around four Special Jounin-ranked Missing-nin as a sort of honor guard for the bastard. Things just couldn't be easy for him, could they?

Dancing with these low rank fools was child's play, but these bodyguards, and Hayato himself, were a different story altogether. Okami licked his lips in anticipation of the fight to come. He didn't often get a fight on this level, and he relished every minute of it. Of course, in the last few weeks, he had gotten more than his fair share of these fights. However, he had never been more ALIVE. Moving the couple dozen miles outside the city on foot took several hours, but in the wee hours of the morning he finally arrived at the tiny shack where Mamush was hiding. The Special Jounin were dozing off outside before he purposely broke a stick to wake them, snapping the lazy guards awake before he drew his katana, drawing three kunai in his off hand between his fingers.

The dance of death began with a quick slash on the side of Okami, cutting down the first where he stood before the other three burst into action. Slashing downwards, he had quickly reversed his grip and thrust through the man's torso, literally ripping him in two as he spun towards the next foolish Missing-nin. Throwing two kunai at the others to keep then back, he performed the next twist in the story as he kicked low, sweeping the leg as he slashed with the remaining kunai in his left hand. Avoiding the backhand, his opponent flipped himself up and punched Okami in the gut, forcing him to back up two steps. So, they were Taijutsu users, eh? Once Okami was able to catch his breath, which took longer than normal due to the injuries he had sustained prior to the mission, he narrowly avoided getting a right hook to the jaw. On the defensive, Okami dodged move after move on the part of the other man before slashing with his kunai blade, tearing out the Special Jounin's shoulder as he stabbed the man with the kunai. Kicking him off the blade, he turned to the remaining Missing-nin, a woman and a child that looked about 15 or 16.

The two attacked as one, in a beautiful harmony that Okami wished he could recreate. The woman attacked him in a blitz of fist and fury. The boy seemed to be a master of kickboxing, keeping okami on his toes as he attacked from the side while the woman attacked from the front. Ducking under the boy's leg, stabbed him in the thigh, letting go of his kunai and grabbing the leg to use the kid's momentum against him. Throwing him off to the side, Okami grabbed the wire he had attached to the kunai and ripped it out, causing him to cry out in pain. Spinning it like a flail around a foot above his head, Okami would let it return to his hand before breathing outward forcefully, causing the woman to hold her breath. Perfect, Okami thought as he kicked her in the ribs, knocking the wind out of her while she was paying attention to the kunai in his hand. Putting away the kunai, Okami gripped his kunai blade in the perfect manner, just loosely enough that it wouldn't fly out of his hand, only using his thumb and first two fingers. When he struck the moment she got back up, he would flick the blade forward, tightening his grip only at the end for maximum velocity and effect. Slashing out her throat while she couldn't breath was an unfair move, but he was a shinobi. He gave no mercy, and expected none. It saddened him that it had to be this way, but someone had to stand guard in the darkness so that others could live in the light.

Eyes downcast at the lives he had just taken, he didn't notice the boy getting back up, lashing out at the back of his head. The only thing that saved him from unconsciousness was that he turned at that moment, seeing the foot and reacting with the grace only a swordsman could muster. Moving his forearm up while stepping back with his rear foot, he caught the blow on his left arm. Driving his kunai blade to his side, the young man collapsed to the ground with a gash opening on the calf opposite the original injury. Screaming, he gripped his leg to him for dear life, the ninja before him turning from shinobi to Shinigami in an instant. The young man looked up through tear-stained eyes, staring at the god of death before him with terror at what was to come. Sighing, Okami sheathed his blade with a practiced flip and bent down to tear off two strips from the boy's shirt. He didn't know medical ninjutsu, but he was proficient in first aid due to being a practitioner of kenjutsu since he was six. Often the knowledge used to destroy the human body could be reversed to help put one back together. Creating two tourniquets with a pair of sticks he found, he ordered the young man to keep on pressure until the blood stopped, and then try to find the nearest village. Okami still had business to take care of, evidenced by the very fat man that made his way into the early morning light out of the cottage.

Aligning himself properly, Okami made the first strike in the next couple of seconds, the dance of battle coming to it's conclusion in the span between one heartbeat and the next. Building up chakra in his weapon, Okami drew slashed outward with his kunai blade, cutting through the man's fat and muscle like wet rice paper in a time span faster than the sound made by a clap. The technique, Tenshisen, was an S-Ranked Kenjutsu ability that could slice through any defense, even another weapon. The fat man gurgled a moment as blood filled his lungs, spilling the sanguine liquid from his mouth as he toppled over without even knowing what happened. Okami was glad; He had heard reports of the man's physical strength, and was shocked to say the least. The expensive cigar fell out of his mouth as he hit the ground, disgusting Okami as he turned to walk away. The teen had gone, out of sight using the Body Flicker technique. It was just as well, the Jounin supposed, since he probably would be better off not seeing his boss's guts spilled all over the lawn. Reporting this would be a bitch. How does one explain that they got ambushed in a whorehouse, and had to walk hours in order to find their real target. There was too much room for assumption there, and it made Okami nervous just thinking about the rumor mill. They already had a field day with his completion of two SS-Ranked missions, and they weren't going to ever shut up if the fact he had been to a home of ill repute got out.

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