Setting the record straight [Open]

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Suna ventured far off into the wilds of the desert, known as the Yasei. Bandits and all sort of scum lived out here, robbing and pillaging unfortunate travelers. Many people didn't linger too long out here, and those that did had bodyguards. the story went that there were villages and towns out here, and this was once a prosperous area, until bandits and scum moved in and took over. Most towns and villages were either totally inhabited by the scum, or wiped out, just like his home village. But Suna hadn't been sad to see it go. In fact, he'd been happy that it and everyone in it was wiped out.

Using his brand new sensory, Suna was able to avoid 2 bandit camps. It was when the sun was directly above, and the desert was at it's hottest, making the horizon look as if there were water there, that Suna finally came upon the ruins of his old home village where he was born. The majority of it was now buried under sand, since the walls had been knocked down, and there was nothing blocking the periodic sand storms that raged through. He had many old memories that came back to the surface, and with his new awakening abilities it was as if he was seeing them as they happened. Searching through some of the buildings that remained, Suna found nothing but burnt papers that had nothing legible on them, and sand. Lots and lots of sand...

Suna went to where his old house once stood. He found that he could see minutes and days into the future, but what about the past? He hadn't tried that yet. Taking a knee and putting his right hand on the floor, Suna concentrated. The headache didn't return, and Suna found that looking into the past was much easier than looking into the future. Time seemed to rewind in his mind's eye. He could see activity again. He could see people moving, and the village before it was destroyed. He could see the many projects that his parents and their people were conducting. Fighting and violence were all they knew, and it pissed him off.

Suna saw who was described as "the psychic." He was a skinny, wrinkled old man, with many tubes and hoses connected to him. He looked drained and almost used up, mostly because he was. His parents were literally sucking the man dry, using the chakra taken from him to saturate children. Suna was one of these children. None of them had survived, meaning Suna was the only one. The stipulations to using psychic abilities were having 2 unique elements, his being Sand and Glass. Being a sage, although it wasn't exactly necessary, only furthered development. Finally one also had to come in contact with someone from all 4 villages.

It all made sense now. Suna knew why he'd come down with that headache in Kurayamigakure, because it was where they'd all gathered together; shinobi from all 4 villages. With several techniques available for Suna to use already, there were many others that Suna would be able to take advantage of, only after he trained. Suna saw his mother folding and placing a special suit inside of a chest, then placing the chest in a compartment built into the floor. The compartment was still there today, buried under the sand.

Using his new telekinesis to clear away the sand was as simple as thinking about it, and moving and arm. Suna opened the compartment to see the chest was still there. He lifted the chest out of the compartment with telekinesis and opened it, to see the suit still inside, still looking as brand new as it was when his mother put it in there. Suna put the suit on. It was several sizes too big for him, and the sleeves were too long for his arms, but he wore it anyway. The sleeve situation could easily be remedied if he were to get into a fight.

He'd have to show off his blood red hair while he wore the suit, but this didn't matter, because while wearing the suit Suna found that he could levitate several feet off the ground. He didn't even have to use his chakra. Suna moved around, finding that he could control himself with just his mind, and move just as fast as he did on foot. Suna could only float so high before he stopped; up to a height of about 5 feet. He took his sandals off and decided to go barefoot since he didn't really have to walk.

"Psychic Release, huh," Suna mumbled, floating above the floor, his arms folded. "I think i'm gonna like this."

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There was a book of hand written notes in the chest under what Suna started calling his "Psychic Suit." The notes detailed the abilities of a past psychic user before they died. This was pretty important, so Suna put it inside of his gourd, where it would be difficult to get to.

Sensory informed Suna that a group of individuals were coming towards the ruined town. He made adjustments to the pants of the suit, finding that his mask went almost perfectly with the black rubber-like substance that made up the top, which resembled a straight jacket. He wasn't even too hot while wearing it in this blazing heat; he was comfortable. The suit even seemed to amplify his growing psychic powers, making them easier to use.

The individuals coming towards them didn't look friendly. Being 6 in number, they were all dressed like they lived out here in the wilds; most having on mismatched clothes and gear that they probably stole from travelers. 4 of them were guys, and 2 were female. From the readings Suna got off of them, the 4 guys were between Genin and S. Jounin strength, and the 2 females were the strongest. One of the females were stronger than the other. The strongest had a long ponytail, (Jounin) the lesser stronger one wore a full face mask (S.Jounin). The 4 guys were basically riff raff, armed with Kunai and kitchen knives. The masked woman didn't look to have any weapons, and the strongest female had a sword.

"Well, look what decided to wander into the wrong neck of the woods," said one of the guys. "Hey, twerp. Pipsqueak. It's a bad day to be you. Don't try to run, it'll only be worse for you in the end. Let's start with your valuables. Put them on the floor nice and easy, and i'll be taking that mask too, so fork it over."

"Run?" Suna said, turning to face them all. "From you? That's so funny I forgot to laugh..." Suna figured these guys would make a decent warm-up; a nice test.

"You're crusin for a brusin, kid," said one of the other guys.

"That's original. Did you come up with that one yourself, or read it from a comic book? Are all of you desert scum the same, or what?"

"Looks like this one has a mouth on him," said the lead female with the sword. "He's either insane, or confident. There's six of us and one of you. You don't think you stand a chance do you? You're just a kid."

"Underestimate me if you want, tootz," said Suna, allowing himself to float upwards into the air a couple of feet. "It's how cocky people like you and your goons here always end up on the ground, eating sand, begging for your life... Feel free to do something, call my bluff."

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The 6 seemed surprised to see Suna float upwards into the air. Two of the guys ran towards Suna quickly and began to execute swings of Kunai towards his head and neck. The cork came off of the gourd, and every one of these swings were blocked by sand, and also caused them to recoil backwards. As one of the men jumped to attack Suna from above, a large hand composed of sand swatted him out of the air. He hit the ground hard and bounced, allowing the hand to then swat him through the wall of one of the ruined houses.

The other threw handfuls of shuriken towards Suna, and when they looked to be about to hit him, they suddenly stopped. The weapons began to circle his little floating body. All of the desert bandits looked a mix of surprised and scared. Suna raised his left arm and caused a wave of sand to fly into the face of the bandit before him. The shuriken he threw moved quickly, surrounding him next. One by one they begin to cut him in random areas over and over, moving faster and faster. The bandit began to be shredded into a red mess, staining the sand around him crimson.

Eventually he fell down and began bleeding out, twitching. One of the remaining males lunged towards Suna with Kunai in either hand. Suna rushed towards him as well, at a faster speed. A Leaf Great Whirlwind smashed into his face with a violent crunch, signaling that his nose was broken. He was sent backwards at a high velocity, right into a cloud of sand that grabbed him, covering him up to his neck. Suna raised his left arm, using telekinesis to pull back the sleeve and expose his gloved hand. Suna closed his hand into a fist, causing the sand to constrict upon the man and crush him into a pulp. He was killed instantly.

Suna went back down to the ground, his bare feel settling into the sand as his sleeve went back down. One of the men bled out, having been cut hundreds of times. One was knocked through a thick concrete wall, fracturing his skull and many bones, and one had been crushed. This left one final man and the two females. All of them stared at Suna in shocked silence. None of them seemed to know what to do.

"Heh. Kinda quiet now huh? I mean, you were all "pipsqueak" this, and "don't run" that a minute ago, cat got your tongues?" said Suna, motioning with his right arm with the sleeve that was far too long to bring it on. "Come on. I'm real interested to see what those girls can do. I don't like fighting females but if you two attack me i'm gonna have some fun with you two. We're all the way out here where nobody can see us too, and seeing as you two are a couple of scummy bandits, nobody's gonna care what happens here."

The two women shook themselves out of the shocked/scared state they were in to frown towards Suna. "You... little pervert!" Yelled the masked female. "Don't get any ideas, we're leagues above those clowns you killed! Only in your dreams!"

"Get over yourself tootz, I don't wanna touch you," retorted Suna. "But I don't see anything wrong with getting an eyeful." The sand began to swirl around Suna in an eerie fashion. He began to walk towards the remaining 3.

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"What makes you think i'll just stand here and let you do anything to my bosses anyway?" said the final guy, suddenly growing some courage and trying to seem tough in front of the females. "You may be able to do some weird tricks, but we're still more than enough for you! You're just a kid!"

The sand swirling around Suna began to turn itself into glass. Suna spread his arms, and caused the sleeves to move back through telekinesis, exposing both of his hands. Some of the sand began to take the shape of a sword in front of him. Both of the females were caught up watching the process take place, baffled at how this kid could do all of this by seemingly just thinking about it.

"You still talk like that when you saw what happened to those 3 idiots, alright," Suna said. The sand sword turned itself into a glass katana. Suna took hold of it, looking in the direction of the last male. "You could have ran away by now, you know. I guess i'll have to deal with you first before I have some fun with these girls."

"Haha run from a kid, that's funny! You're DEAD!" The male rushed in towards Suna with a Kunai drawn. Suna only shook his head.

"It's always the same with you bad guys," he said. He allowed the last male to get in close and begin swinging that kunai, to have each swing avoided or deflected with Suna's glass sword. The male looked to be trying his best to hit Suna, while Suna looked to be barely putting in any effort despite blocking and avoiding everything.

Suna blocked a blow and suddenly stabbed the sword into his chest. His eyes went wide. Suna shoved the sword all the way to the handle, the blade sticking out of his back. He opened his mouth to yell, causing Suna to make sand go into his mouth. Suna stepped around him towards the females as the last male suddenly started expanding. He soon became to big to stand and fell over, twitching and making choking sounds.

The masked female looked enraged, while the lead female just looked entertained. The masked female moved with speed greater than any of the males, and came very close to kicking Suna in the face. The sand shield raised to block the kick as it was inches from his gas mask. "Impressive," Suna said. "You're pretty fast, tootz. But not fast enough." Suna allowed the sleeves that were too long to lower again, hiding his arms and hands.

She seemed surprised, and attempted other kicks and punches. The sand shield was just fast enough to raise and prevent Suna from being hit. Suna brought his arms together and then spread them apart, using his newfound psychic powers to rip the female's clothes off, leaving her totally naked. She stopped attacking and turned red in the face, instantly covering her private parts. "Nice bod, tootz!"

Suna said this with a nod, and the yelled in frustration. "I'll... I'll get you for this somehow, you little pervert!"

"Yeah, right. I don't like fighting girls so don't worry about ending up like your fellow morons. I do suggest you go find something to do other than wandering around out here messing with travelers, or ganging up on somebody just because there's more of you. Cause you could run into someone else even stronger than me with even more perverted thoughts. Ever consider that? All I wanted was to look. Somebody else? Well... use your imagination."

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The lead female continued to look entertained, though her henchwoman was highly embarrassed and left with nothing she could do but sit where she was and cover her privates. "You do make a point, kid," the leader said, one hand on her hips. "...I guess with those strange abilities of yours, you could technically do whatever you wanted, and if I were to try and fight you, I probably just end up like Zuka here, or worse... Since you killed our guys, why don't you take over for us instead? You obviously have the skills. We could rule the wasteland with somebody like you running things. What do you say?..."

"Heh," chuckled Suna. "Appreciate the offer, pretty lady, but i'm not trying to rule anything. One day I plan on being an amazing super hero. It's not too late for the both of you to change your ways either. A couple of hotties out here robbing people with some scummy bandits? You'd make some cool housewives or something. Think real hard on that before you try to rob someone else, and they turn out to be some super powered perverts, yeah?"

Suna floated up into the air again. "Later on, ladies. Hope you take what I said to heart..." Then Suna was gone, leaving behind a dustcloud.

~Suna Out~