Kitten Kashensu
It had been quite the day. First, the young lad had managed to get in a fair amount of training. Before long he had found himself mastering a handful of techniques. Most of these techniques, however, did belong to his Shikotsumyaku Kekkei Genkai. Such a Kekkei Genkai served him well in circumstances such as the one he had come to recently find himself stuck within. It was another mission of minor ranking which he intended to place beneath his belt. The young shinobi wanted as much experience as possible before he moved onto a higher ranking status. Of course, this was the whole point to the mission: complete it and advance in rank. His mission was to scare off a small group of thuggish teens who liked to screw over many of the villagers. These teens had a tendency of hanging around the local cafe. That was where young Regula had been sent to get them to disperse their gang and ease the minds of those within the premises.
As the teenaged shinobi made his way to the local cafe he could clearly observe a handful of young men laughing, shouting, cursing, and horsing around. They seemed to be there to simply create a ruckus. Regula took in and then released a very deep breath. He lifted his hand and placed it into his other as he cracked his knuckles and did the same with the other once more with his opposing hand. The fact that he was an Assassin only made him chuckle for the other boys would never have a clue as to what was to come their way.
He proceeded to make sure his shinobi headband hung from his neck so the boys could clearly see he was a part of the more elite beings in the village. Once he adjusted to be displayed obviously, he began to make his way to the group of boys. He cleared his throat purposefully to capture the attention of the hooligans. This did not work the first time so he had done so again. It was upon the second time that the group of five ceased their activities and turned to overlook what seemed to be a scrawnier, smaller boy than they. Regula was but thirteen years of age, whilst they look anywhere between fifteen to eighteen. Regula was sure of himself dispite the slight gap in age difference. "Leave this place." This was all he said, and then the others began to laugh.
When they had Regula began to laugh right alongside them. It shocked a couple enough to stop laughing. Apparently, it had aggravated their group's leader as well. "Best run while you can!" he said as he pulled a pocket knife from his pocket. This made Regula smile.
As the others of the group began to back away from what seemed to what was going to be a fight, Regula stood firm. He held up his hands as if to surrender. In that moment, his skin began to split apart as his own bone began to break its encasing. Slowly, two dagger like bones began to emerge from his palms. This scared the knife wielding teen enough to lung in for an attack. As he lung forward he questioned exactly what Regula was. A demon? This could only ad to Regula's small smirk.
With a simple movement of his hand he struck the knife with his own bone blades. Being that the knife had been made of a weaker material than he could densen his bones, the blade found itself cut in two. This left the teenaged boy to stare at the white haired shinobi with wild eyes. "What in the Hell are you!?" the boy exclaimed as he began to back away from Regula. Regula took a step forward and threw a swift snap kick to the boy's chin. The kick rendered the other unconscious. The shinobi then turned to face the others of the group. As he did two more of the hooligans attempted to rush him with their own knives. When they had they stopped mere inches away from Regula for his rib cage literally began to protrude from within. Even faster than they had drawn the blades the teens dropped them and ran.
Regula turned back to see the fellow which had rendered unconscious. The teen was being helped up by the others that had remained. "Boo!" Regula nearly whispered to himself. It was just enough to scare the teens beyond belief as one wet his pants and the other dephicated while attempting to flee. This left Regula to laugh immensely. He could not help but to laugh. With all said and done his bones began to retreat into himself and his skin slowly began to heal back to its original form.
The owner of the cafe came out to thank the short shinobi for what he had done. The young teen did not say much in return. He went to turn to leave. In doing so he had realized the group of young men from earlier had now arrived with even more in their numbers.
This caused Regula to curse beneath his breath. It was not something that he truthfully wanted to deal with any longer. He was quick. That's how he liked to do everything. Really quick, and get it over with. However, he now stood face to face with about twice as many young men that had been around originally. It was sort of funny to him that they would return at all.
He lifted his hands and pointed them at the group of men. "You have a total of thirty seconds to leave this area at once!" he said as he began to channel his chakra. The men looked about at each other and began to converse with one another. As they had the chakra from Regula's chakra source, located within his navel, began to spiral up and out. It traveled up his torso and to his shoulders before it began to trickle down his arms. It had seemed a majority had chosen not to heed the warnings of the young shinobi for they had thrown a rock which smacked him in the eye. This outraged him enough to come to the completion of the technique at hand.
The chakra had built up at the tips of his fingers. Slowly, white bone tips began to secrete from his fingers. With no warning at all they were fire into the group of men. The young shinobi had done so in just a way that these Finger Bullets would not do any, if not much, damage at all. Two of the teens, who seemed to be the instigators, were struck and grazed by these bullets. One sat and howled in pain as the other cried and threatened the use of his parents' "connections".
Not caring for much of what they had to say, or could possibly do, at this point, he began to form more bone. All of a sudden it began to peel up from beneath the skin of his shoulder till it grew to about a foot. The Kaguya grasped the bone handle that appeared from his own body and yanked it out. He pointed the tip of the blade to the young men and utter one word: leave.
With that all of the little gang leaped up and began to take flight towards the opposite direction. Being that he had been struck, Regula was no longer pleased with this mission. He headed back into the cafe and once more held a conversation with the one who had owned it. After some small talk and answering some questions the man was curious of, Regula received his payment. It was enough to satisfy him. Now, he had to go see about his promotion before he would go on about training once again.
{{1322 Words = 33,050 Ryo}}
As the teenaged shinobi made his way to the local cafe he could clearly observe a handful of young men laughing, shouting, cursing, and horsing around. They seemed to be there to simply create a ruckus. Regula took in and then released a very deep breath. He lifted his hand and placed it into his other as he cracked his knuckles and did the same with the other once more with his opposing hand. The fact that he was an Assassin only made him chuckle for the other boys would never have a clue as to what was to come their way.
He proceeded to make sure his shinobi headband hung from his neck so the boys could clearly see he was a part of the more elite beings in the village. Once he adjusted to be displayed obviously, he began to make his way to the group of boys. He cleared his throat purposefully to capture the attention of the hooligans. This did not work the first time so he had done so again. It was upon the second time that the group of five ceased their activities and turned to overlook what seemed to be a scrawnier, smaller boy than they. Regula was but thirteen years of age, whilst they look anywhere between fifteen to eighteen. Regula was sure of himself dispite the slight gap in age difference. "Leave this place." This was all he said, and then the others began to laugh.
When they had Regula began to laugh right alongside them. It shocked a couple enough to stop laughing. Apparently, it had aggravated their group's leader as well. "Best run while you can!" he said as he pulled a pocket knife from his pocket. This made Regula smile.
As the others of the group began to back away from what seemed to what was going to be a fight, Regula stood firm. He held up his hands as if to surrender. In that moment, his skin began to split apart as his own bone began to break its encasing. Slowly, two dagger like bones began to emerge from his palms. This scared the knife wielding teen enough to lung in for an attack. As he lung forward he questioned exactly what Regula was. A demon? This could only ad to Regula's small smirk.
With a simple movement of his hand he struck the knife with his own bone blades. Being that the knife had been made of a weaker material than he could densen his bones, the blade found itself cut in two. This left the teenaged boy to stare at the white haired shinobi with wild eyes. "What in the Hell are you!?" the boy exclaimed as he began to back away from Regula. Regula took a step forward and threw a swift snap kick to the boy's chin. The kick rendered the other unconscious. The shinobi then turned to face the others of the group. As he did two more of the hooligans attempted to rush him with their own knives. When they had they stopped mere inches away from Regula for his rib cage literally began to protrude from within. Even faster than they had drawn the blades the teens dropped them and ran.
Regula turned back to see the fellow which had rendered unconscious. The teen was being helped up by the others that had remained. "Boo!" Regula nearly whispered to himself. It was just enough to scare the teens beyond belief as one wet his pants and the other dephicated while attempting to flee. This left Regula to laugh immensely. He could not help but to laugh. With all said and done his bones began to retreat into himself and his skin slowly began to heal back to its original form.
The owner of the cafe came out to thank the short shinobi for what he had done. The young teen did not say much in return. He went to turn to leave. In doing so he had realized the group of young men from earlier had now arrived with even more in their numbers.
This caused Regula to curse beneath his breath. It was not something that he truthfully wanted to deal with any longer. He was quick. That's how he liked to do everything. Really quick, and get it over with. However, he now stood face to face with about twice as many young men that had been around originally. It was sort of funny to him that they would return at all.
He lifted his hands and pointed them at the group of men. "You have a total of thirty seconds to leave this area at once!" he said as he began to channel his chakra. The men looked about at each other and began to converse with one another. As they had the chakra from Regula's chakra source, located within his navel, began to spiral up and out. It traveled up his torso and to his shoulders before it began to trickle down his arms. It had seemed a majority had chosen not to heed the warnings of the young shinobi for they had thrown a rock which smacked him in the eye. This outraged him enough to come to the completion of the technique at hand.
The chakra had built up at the tips of his fingers. Slowly, white bone tips began to secrete from his fingers. With no warning at all they were fire into the group of men. The young shinobi had done so in just a way that these Finger Bullets would not do any, if not much, damage at all. Two of the teens, who seemed to be the instigators, were struck and grazed by these bullets. One sat and howled in pain as the other cried and threatened the use of his parents' "connections".
Not caring for much of what they had to say, or could possibly do, at this point, he began to form more bone. All of a sudden it began to peel up from beneath the skin of his shoulder till it grew to about a foot. The Kaguya grasped the bone handle that appeared from his own body and yanked it out. He pointed the tip of the blade to the young men and utter one word: leave.
With that all of the little gang leaped up and began to take flight towards the opposite direction. Being that he had been struck, Regula was no longer pleased with this mission. He headed back into the cafe and once more held a conversation with the one who had owned it. After some small talk and answering some questions the man was curious of, Regula received his payment. It was enough to satisfy him. Now, he had to go see about his promotion before he would go on about training once again.
{{1322 Words = 33,050 Ryo}}
