Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26510601-20170403022012

Keruberosu

It was about 11 pm at night in Sunagakure it was fairly quiet in the entire city. A sandstorm of sorts which was known to be littered throughout the land of wind had went through the village for a solid 2 hours so everyone was in their homes all ninja included but once it began to subside around 11 pm that’s when some small lights came on but not many left their homes. As for the lower city or more so the right side district of Sunagakure which is known for many shady wooden door based apartments which most of the times the lights were off and not many dared to tread there. Apartments on top of apartments and a good amount of abandoned houses and high-rises it’s almost as if the Kage or Daimyo forgot about this part of the city and it was ran by its own law system. Over a certain lapse of time which would only be known by the men they had been putting together a plan. A plan a good one? A bad one? A in the middle one? Or maybe just kill for funs sake? Or maybe none of that at all, maybe they just enjoyed living there. If there was any time to do anything it would be now while everyone is still recovering to the sandstorm. So it was only a matter of time before the sands shifted.

04:01, May 5, 2016

Kurasake

The sands had begun to settle, but the true storm had only just begun. Something stirred deep within Suna, in one of its small district presumably known by many to be abandoned. What people may thought only vagabonds and komuso monks roamed there, and truly in sight it would appear to be so. But many of these mere homeless were much different than what their appearances suggested.

For the past two hours, a great sandstorm had been blowing throughout this prefecture of the Land of Wind. In that time, many of these abandoned stucco buildings, only separated by the narrow and claustrophobic streets below began to suddenly grow lively. Where bonfires had already been lit, dancing shadows began to move about and strange figures move between the narrow street from one building the next. Within these buildings, excited whispers sounded off as many began to abandon their ragged and torn attire in trade of dark cloaks and other such garb that would make them better one with the many shadows that would soon be about after the storm resided and its heavy clouds headed over Suna and helped continue to blot out the moon above.

The sand settled, many streets and small crevices of Suna had been given a light fall of sand that was unevenly distributed throughout. These small, closed streets in this abandoned district including many of the building tops high above began to pour out with figures that disappeared as soon as they came out. Many traveled within 8-man cells, leaving 50 cells that began to distribute out into the known populated areas nearby.

Many of these cells resided at the unorthodox openings in these buildings as means to get in, for some these were balconies, others windows large enough to squeeze through; etc. Many would begin to silently but swiftly run and crawl through these into unsuspecting homes. As if with the speed of the wind on their back, many would quickly dispatch of whole families in homes. Walls splattered in blood as these shinobi desperately tried to fill their bloodlust as quickly as possible.

The idea for this was to silently go through each and every home in this district of Suna, slaughtering each person within before moving on. From there, they'd move onto the next district, rinse, repeat. Whatever it took to thin down the numbers of the enemy before they were willing to let themselves be known to the world.

Few precautions were laid between each cell, as most shinobi were of jōnin level; very highly skilled individuals to say the least as they ravaged through each house and dropped bodies one by one. But if there was to be any sort of shout or scream, any sort of noise that could potentially sound off other houses within a district: There'd be hell to pay as the shinobis simply dropped their current discrepancy and mindlessly began to slaughter if it meant making a quick get away. Those out in the streets at this hour would normally be swept up by a cell as with 8 men it was hard to stay out of their sight.

For now, these men and women 400 strong: They held the element of surprise. Such a thing would give them quite the advantage for some time, but it wouldn't be long until such a thing was ruined and they'd have to deal with all of Suna's army. At least when that time would come, this small mercenary group could reveal their trump cards that could potentially give some leeway on the battlefield if such people used themselves correctly, and if enough people of Suna had been cut down as well by that time.

05:25, May 5, 2016

TheUrnsman

Amongst those very shifting sands, the very sandstorm that ravaged these lands there were many or so it seemed. Rather than decorate the buildings that decorated the land of winds village he was here to watch it all crumble. He sat amongst those very rooftops and with that he could be seen seated upon that of a throne of sorts. Almost as if fabricated from nothing this chair held a slight golden tint to it amongst the darkened background it now decorated. He had begun to chuckle a bit as a regime had begun to flourish amongst the village streets. “No weakness in this garden” His right leg crossed over his left as this revealed to give form to that of a triangle amongst his limbs.

If one were to take a closer look at this young man’s physique amongst the night’s blackened hue they’d find he donned that of a gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket, that covers his upper body. This accented by a single notched belt with what appears to be a sash or bandana draped over it with its ends frayed almost tattered. Amongst his arms are sets of rerebraces and vambrace. Amongst all of this commotion this young man held that of a porcelain drinking cup if one were to peer into the contents they would find him sipping a cup of tea to simply cherish the conspiring events. In passing his crimson hues had begun to dial in on the events below even more watching as the sloppy regime had begun to break off into smaller sections preparing for what surely to follow.

Had the militant forces of Suna begun about their way to meet the regime at hand Yone would’ve gotten that very show he was hoping for. Although he was quite sure someone from his past was sure to make their appearance amongst all of this. He was sure those very same machination they’d brought to fruition in these moments would come to light and with that it was like a party had begun to start. Yone could be seen tapping his finger upon the mug he’d been sipping tea from simply awaiting the show.

05:56, May 5, 2016

Divine Ziel

The night was along its way, the sandstorm from the perfect time however, once the heavy winds stopped and it all settled along, little known to the villae of Sunagakure, many things were about to happen. The darkness being their cloak and their skills being the dagger, a mere man behind the numbers that poured from a certain rooftop within the forgotten district gave a slow yet disgusting cheshire grin, one from ear to ear as he was only sitting in a chair, watching them make their move. In completely black clothing, he only wore bandages wrapped around his waist, bandages wrapped from his hands all the way to his biceps, pants that extended down to his calves, a belt which held only a slight skirt addition to it which hung down to his knee and sandals to complete it off. With him was seven others that stayed back as the rest only made their move on the duty they were supposed to do. Still sitting in the chair, he pushed his hands into the wood between his legs and leaned forward, he felt the excitement building within his body, his mind, his eyes..As he opened those orbs, a slight blue glow could've been seen by the ones around him as the sclera were black in color as the iris and pupil were mere a beautiful shade of blue. His breathing only became harder as the thirst became more brutal and with even that, a black liquid began dripping from his lips. Dripping on the floor in a slow pattern 'drip drop drip drip'. He only said while leaning forth even more in a low, almost growl of want..need..hunger "Let us begin then.." With those words coming from his lips as the undefined liquid dripped from his mouth, he broke off into a dash right from the chair as he was closely followed behind by the ones he had with him, forming yet another eight man cell just like the rest.

As stated before, the darkness as their cloak and their skills as their dagger. The man mentioned before and the squadron of them that followed him went home from home, slaughtering the people of the village, one by one. Within one home that the male went in by himself, no screams would be heard as he took them out quickly but made sure they'd remember him from the afterlife. The father of the home had his tongue ripped out and gagged to make no noise as he was left pinned against a wall in a crucified manner, his neck slit but still alive until he bled out, the twitching body on echoed throughout the man's eyes. The mother of this home, not only woken up to see her husband dead but this seemingly dark man managed to put both of his hands into her mouth, pulling apart with all his force in order to pull off her body jaw in a bloody mess. The same grin never left his face until he brought her close before she could even make a loud scream as he opened his own mouth and began to puke up the same black liquid into her mouth, having it travel down her throat. Eyes widened, the woman forced to have this being overpower her and having to drink the very liquid but there seemed to be no stop of it. She gargled and choke on it, the taste more than likely a horrid one. Slight womanly groans were only heard as her eyes filled with the liquid, it began to come out of her nose as well. The muscles of her body twitching from being drowned with no body of water around, he then only dropped her body as she laid on the convulsing more than one should, he saw from the doorway to the home he stood in one of the men from his cell. His eyes widened to see what the man had done as he said almost in a whisper "Mizan..?"

The man named Mizan only heard tiny movement in a back room as he made his way there with the other guy following him and some of the others following suit once they were done. Mizan then came across a baby room as he saw a crib sitting in the middle, the movement being heard from such. Walking up to the crib, he put his hand against the wooden side as he looked to see a tiny fleshling as he only said "Oh..now you are truly one to make do.." Mizan leaned down as he grabbed the baby, cradling it closely as the little grunts it made quieted. The man from his cell that followed him to the room after he checked the rest of the house, seeing it was clear only saw Mizan holding the baby. He then said "Sir..you don't have t-" He was stopped by a single glare of Mizan as he turned to the man and held the baby out "You want him?" As he responded "No..I just do-" stopped once again as Mizan said "Then shut the fuck up." With that, Mizan palmed the back of the baby's head and lifted it by its head alone, right in front of the man, applying a slow grip. "If you're with us, you'll need to kill and see death of any age be done." After saying so, Mizan's grip became tighter as the baby began its grunts again but louder however, before it could build up, it gave one cry as Mizan's grip tightened to its full extent and it crushed the baby's skull, leaving only the crimson juices of life to lay waste to the flooring. Throwing the small, lifeless body to the side, he spoke as he walked past the male "There's a difference between a painful death.." Once he said so, the man's eyes flashed with the sight of seeing the mother and father, how he came across their twitching bodies until he came through and heard "and painless.." His eyes then flashed with the baby's death. He took a large gulp as he turned and watched Mizan exiting and only followed him, saying "Yes, sir."

As Mizan and the male left that home, they met back up with the rest of their cell as they continued their silent rampage through the streets, no skip in their stride as they cleaned each house of life, painful and painless. Mizan on the other hand if looked at, could be told just from how he was acting and looked that he was having the time of his life.

14:07, May 5, 2016

Kurasake

It was truly a scene of horror, this slaughter. To see these dark figures move from one house to the next, blood slowly pooling from the darkness and unto the balconies of the dead. Even some of the open windows as the same with dead people slouched over them or perhaps just simply heads hanging from a thin rope as the recently deceased held expressions of dread and horror. The things these poor, innocent people went through before they were killed... the travesty they suffered as they saw their family die before them, knowing no one would survive; knowing they'd all soon find themselves within the vice of death and that with just this one life there may be nothing ahead in sight.

These were the bleak, and somewhat suitable emotions for those damned to be found by the mercenaries that had infiltrated Suna. The group only spread further and further out into the district, houses one by one becoming still. The few lights that were on in people's homes since the storm began to quickly go out, as if broken or simply turned off by the flick of a switch. At this rate, it wouldn't take long before this district was wiped in the silent massacre.

While others moved ahead at a great pace, there were some cells that lagged behind. One in particular was currently split among the streets, walking about as they inspected and scanned the streets for any stragglers that weren't in their houses at the time of the slaughter's beginning. One member of this team stood under a street light, he didn't have any distinguishing features of him as even his face was cloaked in the shadow cast by the light.

A young man wearing a sort of turban walked from another street that intersected with this hooded stranger's own, the blissful man just making his way down the street without taking notice of the immediate and chilling danger that was around him. The dark figure took notice of this, looking up enough where the round lens of some glasses underneath harshly reflected the light above.

"Finally, something..."

This cloaked stranger first began to tail the Suna citizen in silence, following back by some feet. It was like they were all alone in this little town, only silence accompanied these two as they walked the same path. There was something obviously wrong, but it appeared this young man couldn't quite put his finger on just what it was. That was until an overwhelming smell of iron like that of blood hit both of them. Where the cloaked man could visibly smile, his visage slightly revealed by the shard of moonlight cast down to the two; the young man became visibly concerned with a face of panic and suspicion.

A quick turn around only helped confirmed those for the young man who simply fell onto his back. At that very sign, the figure turned into a blur as he sped ahead before he pounced onto his prey. His hands tightly grasped the young man's shoulders as he spoke in a wicked manner, "I've only so much time for you, my new friend. I can't draw behind otherwise I'll get behind the rest and in that there won't be much fun when there is nothing else to kill. Let's get this over with, shall we?"

The young man screamed as loud as he could, louder and louder but these would only fall upon the ears of the dead as this part of the district had been wiped very recently.The cloaked stranger's left hand fell back and grabbed something from under, before it quickly lurched back into the air to reveal a beared axe. The axe fell, and quickly the sounds of horror and distraught were silenced by a sickening splatter.

In place now were strange, guttural moans as the young man convulsed and twitched from the axe embedded in his brain. Skin was magnificently torn, showing a heavily broken skull that simply fell apart where the axe was embedded showing a slight amount of brain. Each side diverged and bleeding uncontrollably, the folds of the brain coursing with the crimson fluid that used to belong within. His left eye slightly jutting out while he still had some control over his right, a simple look of awe, terror, and pain all mixed together into the singular look of an eye.

The cloaked figure began to laugh as he heard these slight moans that were quickly beginning to fade, he pulled and twisted viciously at his axe before pulling it back out. Maniacal, systematic laughter that filled the air, the cloaked man withdrawing from the new corpse as blood began to pool around the two and soak the hem of the living man's cloak and his sandals. He bent down once more and grabbed his new plaything by the inside of the young man's skull, his fingers first digging into the exposed and crushed brain before he simply began to drag it across the street; a great trail of blood following afterwards while this cloaked man's laughter simply echoed throughout the streets.

Edited by Kurasake 18:56, May 5, 2016

TheUrnsman

In passing he’d been watching that very same carnage ensue the curdling screams of the masses in those moments. He could see his compatriots going to work with ease. Out of excitement he’d jumped from his chair his cup full of tea raised high into the sky as a form of praise to what went on. “I suppose i should have a go!” In the wake of those very words he’d crushed the cup that rested within his grasp. The moment this happened that golden throne he’d been seated upon subsided from view. Yone made his way over to some of the water pipes that found themselves resting upon the buildings rooftops and removed a single section. Enough to make up the physique of a makeshift spear, in the process of forming pointed tips upon the pipe he’d taken the time to surge a bit of his own raiton chakra into its physique to give way to what was soon to follow.

It was like the relaxed personality from before had completely vanished from thisyoung man's demeanor. From a bird's eye view one would find that section of piping Yone held within his grasp shrouded in lightning and he himself taking up that of a javelin thrower. He hadn’t taken up the stance to get a running start rather his arm was cocked back and ready to bring the rain. The masses that rested below would find themselves under bombardment in the wake of Yone releasing the spear from his grasp. If the regime below had been paying close enough attention to the sky it would’ve appeared as if a star had streamed across the sky in those moments and with that a shockwave escaped from its position once it had reached its peak speed.

Unlike any other it was like a clap of thunder had rained over sunagakure in those moments and with that the spear found its mark. The roof of the very building it’d struck caving in upon its impact, in the wake of the spear colliding with the earth an explosion would’ve erupted. The Raiton nature used in its most volatile state to give way to such a thing and with that a vast section of this shanty town the regime found themselves assaulting would’ve been rendered to dust.

A brief white light would’ve washed over this section. Although it was more than just a sense of vibrance, the light in itself was a sense of devastation. Turning those very same helpless sou

ls that rested within their homes to nothing but a shadow upon their sandy floors. Upon seeing his fine work he would’ve begun to clap his hands in excitement simply thinking to himself ‘Such fine work if i do say so myself.’ a soft grin would soon pour into view as he’d watched the rest of the regimes slaughterfest unfold. He was merely hoping that whatever militant force this nation had to offer was capable of even holding their own.

19:48, May 5, 2016

Divine Ziel

Mizan would only be on his way with his cell, killing the helpless quickly and silently. It was just then that Mizan saw something that looked like a star flying by. He only let his blue eyes follow the line it made and came from due to the amount of time it took Mizan to take notice of it. His eyes followed the line back to Yone as they only slouched down in a lazy manner. Raising his right hand to the cell, he spoke "Welp, the whole kill everything with haste and silence is gone now more than likely." Scoffing lightly to the thought of it, his mood was ruined while Mizan only sighed and walked into the last home he cleared with the cell he had. As he walked in, the absolute blood bath that stuck to the walls and floor, even the ceiling just screamed of pain. Mizan grabbed a wooden chair as he then walked back towards the door. As he exited it, he merely looked around the others that were with him as he said "I mean, do whatever you want now, it'll probably be a full scale battle at this point. Mizan only jumped up the buildings as he came up onto a rooftop and set the chair down behind a railing as he flopped down into it. Slowly leaning back, the cloth roofing above him flailed in the wind but still kept a good, dark shadow on it as Mizan leaned back in the chair and kicked up his feet onto the railing. Just then, a member of his cell jumped up to meet him with a bulky item upon her back as she then set it next to him. The black covered item only sat there as she vanished from sight going back down with the cell mates to figure what to do out. After a good few minutes, Mizan's entire cell decided to come up with him as they stood next to him, ready to jump when told and ask how high when about to. Everyone else started the fun but Yone sat back, now Yone started the show and Mizan was sitting back. He kept a good distance away from the entire thing until he noticed it was time to dip or time to go in but it all came down to the judgement of how things went. Just then, the sound of thunder ran throughout with a bright light being seen. Mizan sighed once again as he watched everything from a distance.

20:20, May 5, 2016

Keruberosu

It just a short amount of time somewhere close to 30 minutes now the time marking around 11:30 pm about 300+ people were able to be slaughtered and killed by the criminals and their men. But when decided to rain down upon the village like a bolt of lightning straight from the heavens this was when everything was beginning to be set into motion. It caused a large enough explosion and aftermath that it could easily be taken as an attack on the village. Seeing as a sandstorm just came through it’d be impossible for rain and thunder like conditions to appear in the village. So within his office the Kazekage would reach under his desk and slam the mass alarm button. Now throughout the entire village on loudspeakers a blaring siren noise would play and in certain area and larger commerce buildings would have twisting lights that were red rotating and signaling dangers to everyone.

From there the Kazekage would press the button to the loud speaker control over the village as the sirens continued to play and he spoke. “To whoever was gutsy enough to attack us like this. I commend you, but there is a saying in the sand to those who don’t live it. If you can’t become the sand you drown in it. This will be your grave.” From there the intercom would cut off completely and the Kazekage would move from his normal office area and headed into a bunker of sorts that resided in the bottom side of the same building. It was locked by his own personal handprint and could only be entered and used by him during times of danger. He wasn’t afraid of combat but assassination attempts weren’t uncommon especially in this era. So now within the bunker was a command center which is where the intelligence core of the sand was. All the people who had sensory and exemplary knowledge of combat and strategy. All of the sensory ninja had banded together and sent a pulse throughout the village to indentify where they all were headed. All of the sand was connected by com links that rested on each ear so the intelligence core would now relay information to the army itself. “They seemed to have craving a way into the main city from the abandoned quarter. They are hiding within buildings and some have taken to the streets. Set a trap up for them.” 3000 strong was the army of Sunagakure and mobilizing from barracks in each quarter of the city each a battalion of 750 jounin and chunnin level combatants with some special skilled men among their ranks. These select few being noted as the captains. The 4 captains were all masters of CQC and each had exemplary mastery of Doton or Earth Release. Though the 1st battalion leader which was coming from the exact district where they were tearing through had an affinity for sand which he only used as a trump card. It was going to be something to go down in history, or it’d just be another slaughter who knows at this rate.

Now Each battalion marched towards the old quarter, battalions 2,3,4 could be spotted by the enemies on the roofs tops and if they had any sensory ninja they could see them once they got into a 2 block range. Battalion 1 which was in the same quarter was sticking behind until all the others began to engage in combat then it would pull the pin and strike on its own.

If not immediately engaged upon the battalions of all the men would surround the entire old quarter with 50 men to each block entrance so there was literally no gaps and the only way they could move was by bluntly pushing forward or they would have to retreat further back which could only end up 1 of two ways. Captains of battalion 2,3,4 all link up in the front of the main block entrance of the main quarter captain 2 with a loud speaker in hand would yell out to whoever could hear. “You have 10 minutes to surrender before all of the sand crushes you. Make your choice wisely.” Throwing megaphone into the wall beside him the men waited. The air was quiet and everything was still, all the soldiers were on edges. The battle of Suna was beginning now.

22:02, May 5, 2016

Kurasake

As the man with glasses walked down his lonesome road, he was brought to an absolute standstill with a sudden explosion of a magnificent light came from nearby. Debris covered in flame rained over the next few blocks, littering the streets and slowly but surely to light other houses on fire given some of the debris would find itself on flammable material and almost instantaneously light up blankets, curtains; whatever could be found around. Such a dry environment was sure to spark up even further, buildings would soon begin to burn to the ground.

Looking over to the explosion, the strange man slowly pulled up the recent corpse he had been carrying around, his hand still embedded in its skull. It was done with such ease and perhaps with too much power that the neck twisted and snapped, with the body strung sideways against the otherwise lively man's own as the head rested level with his abdomen. His left hand reached around and grabbed the other side of the large cleft in this corpse's face before his hands grew taut and began to pull.

With little to no effort, the skull suddnly split completely, only attached to the body by the thin skin that still held onto the dome. The brain from within spilled out, it itself was in a similar situation as it only hung by its stem now as its mess just freely hung about. The man with glasses picked at this brain and tore it from its stem, releasing the body in doing so as he let it slam into the ground with a sickening crunch as the batter skull couldn't take much more.

"A setback in plans?,.. Oh well, I guess this just makes things harder," said the strange man as seven other shadows suddenly dropped from the sky and to the ground, kneeling before this macabre individual as he pulled and tore at the brain.

"Captain Kuramaru! What should we do?" Gasped one of the seven around Kuramura.

"Diverge from here, round the 1st platoon back up and fallback to the old quarters; ASAP."

Kuramaru's subordinates dispersed quickly, they had gone as quick as they had come. Kuramaru dropped the mangled brains, his hands and the edges of his cuffs were now all completely dripping with blood as he turned around and leisurely walked down the street he had come from, knowing well that soon the troops of Suna would come in with the screaming siren that blared about.

Here in the old quarters, unlike the residential area they had been sweeping out just before: The soldiers had a home-field advantage. For the time they had stayed here as simple vagrants, they learned the in's-and-out's of this place. For most others living well off, especially the shinobi of Suna; they probably knew little of the mapping or layout of the place given its confusing building structures, the choking streets below; etc.

Kuramaru was one such person who understood this place, unbeknownst to some he was a tactician of sorts, beyond the hidden techniques he; his rank and value among the mercenaries was higher up also because of this mindset.

As he walked down the small streets of the old quarters, 130 men under his direct command began to filter into the area as well. After a short amount of time most were within the area, specifically in a small square before a shoddy platform that had been erected during the encampment of these mercenaries.

Standing high above the others now, Kuramaru boomed, "As you may have seen, we have come across some difficulties most recently. Because Suna's troops are on their way, I'll have to keep this short. I want 32 men to each direction of here, set up barrier method formation jutsu in order to help stagnate any who would try and trespass into our little abode. From there, I want you 4 squads to hold out on your own against whatever forces you may come against. Know to use these abandoned buildings to your advantage, spook them with jutsu, smoke bombs; etc. They'll become split apart in our little labryinth and from there: We'll crush them.

Do not rush this, otherwise we may all simply die. Not only will that be a loss of life, but also no money. We all have our reasons to be here, and if we want to get out of here to fulfill those goals of ours: You will have to follow my each and every command. Move out!"

Soldiers began to pour out from the old quarters, moving to every cardinal direction in an estimate of 32 as said before.. From there, many would begin setting up many barrier method formations simply using explosive tags. These tags were mostly hidden, laying just behind corners or within the buildings themselves; altogether still forming the square necessary for the jutsu to work. These were positioned in all major streets that led in and out of the old quarters, where it'd be most likely for the vast amount of Suna shinobi would go through first.

Depending on who all walked through these basic traps, there'd be more from where that came from in a brave attempt to dispel the battalions, or at least force them from the old quarters.

23:05, May 5, 2016

TheUrnsman

Yone dusted the ledge of the roof of briefly before plopping down his blade now back in his lap and with that he’d begun to watch the flames he’d created subside. His crimson hues analyzing the streets with ease before speaking “Well now that’s no way to greet your guest” He’d have said this before passing his feet back and forth simply awaiting to see what Suna’s militant forces were truly capable of. He’d simply be lying in wait had these figures below that found themselves congregating to retaliate against such grievous action’s they’d find Yone simply waiting around like a child. He’d merely been rolling around in his thoughts thinking about what was yet unfold within his mind. Whether he should cause this amassed army to wither like the hopeless desert flowers they were.

He’d soon began to caress the bandaged covered blade he held within his grasp looking at the seals that it adorned and with that he pondered the thought of breaking the seals and confronting those that sat before him asking for his surrender. This was an insult to some but to him it was merely a set of words forming a sentence to prod and provoke those who challenged their might. In passing it was like symphony had begun to play with each of the alarms having been sounded and that very speech their kage had given. Music to one's ears in this case and with that it was clearly time for a curtain call.

01:07, May 6, 2016

Divine Ziel

The sirens around the village beginning to blare out with a loud noise as red lights began to show themselves. It was just then that he heard an intercom turn on. That voice only seemed to echo throughout Mizan's ears while he lounged back in his chair with his seven man team that were with him stood next to him. Looking straight from where he was, was the Kazekage building as a smirk crossed his lips like no other. Once his voice left, Mizan only then closed his eyes as he said "If you can't become the sand, you drown in it...I like that however.." His eyes only opened as the blue glow to them was a bit more intense than before "I dug my grave a long time ago and it's nowhere near this place, but we'll have to see about that, now won't we?" All of this said under his breath as if he was actually talking to the Kazekage himself. The only female of the cell looked to Mizan as she said "What shall we do, sir?" Mizan kicked himself back from the railing a bit as the chair fell forward and his feet planted onto the floor underneath him.

He looked to the young male he had a word with earlier during his little play time and then stood up looking off into the distance as he then spoke out "You joined this group for a specific goal. I don't care what it is but when you did so, you planned to lay your life on the line. I want you all to do so in order to make this a success. I do not care if you die, I will not weep for you, I will not ask any above being to have mercy on you because if you die, that means you failed to live. To fail to live means that you are unworthy of a life." A wicked grin crossed his lips as he looked to the young male who was seemingly shaking in where he stood "You on the other hand will do better back with Kuramaru. Go!" With that, the boy was off in haste, shaking in his sandals as he made his way back to Kuramaru in the old quarters just in time to hear everything that was said as he joined in on the plan. Mizan and the other six only stood there as Mizan then bent down and grabbed the black covered, bulky item that was given to him before as he strapped it around himself and said "Looks like it'll be a war." The grin hasn't left his face as he stood as a warrior, one to give his life for anything he believed in and planned to die on the battlefield.

Just then he heard a voice over some form of megaphone talking about them surrendering. Mizan only tilted his head back as the dull, dark purple locks hung from his head merely flowed back a bit as he spoke under his breath "To surrender is to give up honor." As he said so, he stood there, waiting to see what happened. Though, he looked to the others for a second as he said "You six will split up in two teams of three, no ifs, ands or buts about it. When the time comes for them to strike, whenever they do, make sure you kill as many as possible and do not stop moving until your last breath and heartbeat. Stay hidden if you wish and catch them off at choke points that you can get on the fly. The choice is yours on how to fight. Remember what this cell was made for, improvising traps, kills, so on and so forth." Once his words were done, he looked back off in the distance as he only then said "They probably have sensory nin, so if you can, keep moving." He spoke more than he should have which could be seen from the black liquid seeping fro his mouth as he then only waited there, his hands beginning to shake with excitement from this entire thing. He had the idea of going back to see what Kuramaru came up with as ideas went since he was probably the best in that case but Mizan knew if anything, he could make his way back or shove himself forward, all depending on the situation.

02:00, May 6, 2016

Keruberosu

The enemy had begun to scramble backwards into the old quarters of the sector which is where they had started from. Almost like taking a baby step and swiftly taking it away like a baby’s punishment. All of this information was relayed to everyone in the Suna military including the outside forces that had yet to return from their scouts around the land of wind. The 3 captains all standing side by side would let the time clock on their arms tick down.

It had finally hit the 10 minute mark, from a tactician standpoint maybe waiting that 10 minute lapse was stupid it could’ve easily allowed time for them to set traps or even begin to absorb themselves into the buildings and set up dozens up dozens of ambushes. But even though this may be war, Suna would still give those who didn’t have the heart nor understood what they were doing the chance to surrender before lives were taken. But it seemed they were all stalwart. As admirable as it was they would be dying for a lost cause or maybe not their strength was unknown but overconfidence surely was a killer on the battle field. Captain 2 would lift his arm and send the entirety of the 2nd battalion into the sector relaying information to them via comlinks in their ears. “Moving down the blocks in small squads of 35 men and enter the buildings into groupings of buildings. Move with haste we don’t have time to drag this out.” A resounding “Sir yes sir.” Was heard from everyone in his battalion but that’s when it began after turning a few corners they would walk into explosives the blood of fallen comrades would fill the smell of their nostrils almost every small squad falling for it initially. But now it was common knowledge for all who followed to keep an eye on corners. “CAPT---“The voices of cut off comlinks of his dead comrades filed through his ear like clockwork they were getting caught of guard over and over by the traps. “MEN CHECK ALL CORNERS WITH BOMBS OF YOUR OWN, TREAD CAREFULLY. CHECK EACH ROOM AND EACH CREVICE THEY CAN EASILY HIDE.” A quick response. “SIR YES SIR” Elementary traps would only have shock value once. So they were able to dispatch a good 200 men from the various traps set in the blocks and the buildings but they still had many to spare. They began to set off the explosives with their own and completely avoid them overall by checking corners more carefully instead of storming them. Eventually getting to a certain depth the REAL fight would begin.

The Suna forces would meet in CQC and jutsu based combat with the men within the buildings and even on the open blocks. Earth could be seen and heard crushing and flinging everywhere the sound of explosions and fire began to brim off the district and the amount of com chatter lessened more and more. It seemed the Suna men were getting killed off or possibly jammed after a few minutes of talking captain 2 would tap his com and begin to speak. “Battalion report?” Only a few splinter squads would reply, “We are under HEAVY FIRE. OH GOD THEY Gulhlhlluyllulhllhh” The sound of his guts been ripped out and his neck sliced was the remainder of squad 1, Squad 2 would report in shortly after. “SQUAD 1, we have the upper advantage, moving to assist squad 3!” “SQUAD 3 WERE UNDER HEAVY FIRE TO EXPLOSIVES AND RAITON JUTSU WE NEED HELP.” Now after a short amount of time squad 4 hadn’t reported in at all and Captain 2 continued to speak into the com it was blaring against the floor near. [Mizan] “REPORT SQUAD 4? SQUAD 4 COME IN? DAMNIT.”

Now within the bunker this whole time while Suna was mobilizing itself Kazekage had sent a messenger hawk to Konohagakure to ask for a sleeper squad for assistance of anyone they could offer and it was urgent. It would arrive in insane time of only 1 hr while doing this entire time Captain 2’s squad and the enemies were in deep combat. What would happen? Who would truly come out on top? We shall find out. 