Mercenary Camp {mission}

Katsumoto walked into the wheat field, the wind blowing over the tall blades like waves in the ocean. His hair covered his eyes so Katsumoto brushed it off with his left hand. His steps silent as he made his way to the mercenaries camp. The villagers who complained about this gang seemed relieved to finally have someone fixing their problem. "Poor peasants, they are always too afraid to fight back on their own. They could easily outnumber these guys." Katsumoto muttered to himself. He felt pity for them but peasants were peasants for a reason. The work had to be done by someone.

As Katsumoto neared the camp the sun had already set and the campfires were blazing. He kneeled down to cover his silhouette. From there he got into a crawling position and layed against the trees. Their shadows would also provide him the cover he needed to get inside. The camp was built in a circle with the main tent in the middle, little campfires surrounded each tent and the sentries were alert. Katsumoto could wait though and so he did. Four hours later one of the four sentries was starting to doze off, fifteen minutes after that he fell asleep and Katsumoto decided to make his move. Crawling slowly through the foliage Katsumoto made his way to the sentry. Slowly Katsumoto drew his Kunai and slit the mans throat, thus the mans last breath sounded like a sad flute. Looking around quickly Katsumoto saw that no one saw him so he dragged the now dead sentry into the nearest tent and switched uniforms. Now Katsumoto was wearing a rice hat and a vest with a long sleeve shirt rolled up along the edges. Holding the sentries spear Katsumoto slowly made his way to the center of the camp. Where inevitably the bandit leader slept.

Sadly getting a silent kill on the leader wasn't going to happen and Katsumoto knew this. He had to make these bandits and anyone watching see that any treason was going to be met with quick and decisive vengeance for the people who they had harmed. Katsumoto nodded to one of the bandits as he was getting closer and closer to the center, the man didn't seem to notice anything strange and went along his way. Men were huddled around campfires in groups of three and they were occupied with whatever games and activities they were doing. Listening in to a conversation Katsumoto heard one of them speak of the Ghost Samurai who along with the Kage Skar took out a base of rebels in Morigakure leaving none alive and showing superhuman skill with a blade. Katsumoto chuckled and shook his head, none of them would get out alive either and only the villagers would be able to tell the tale of their liberation.

Suddenly there was a commotion on the outer edge of the camp. Katsumoto started charging up chakra, someone had found the body and the alarms started to sound...

"There's a body here!" Katsumoto heard as people started running into their tents to grab their weapons. Luckily only the ones who were awake were armored at the moment, which only amounted to six people. The others coming out were squinting and still drowsy. Katsumoto saw one of the mercenaries from the corner of his eye in the tent behind him came out brandishing his knife. Katsumoto didn't even do a double take and flipped the spear in his hand and thrust it behind him skewering the man through the stomach causing blood to spew over the outside of the white tent. Katsumoto then let go of the spear. The three men in front of Katsumoto that were sitting around the fire gasped. One of the men yelled "HOLY SHIT!!!" while falling back in his seat flailing his arms causing the boiling pot of stew to fall onto one of his friends lap causing the man to scream in pain and double over. Katsumoto slowly looked up, his eyes barely showing under the rice hat he had "borrowed" and smirked. He then walked towards the three still charging up his chakra. The man who managed to get up without falling over or get hurt yelled and charged Katsumoto with his spear. The blade of the spear zinged pass Katsumoto's head as Katsumoto sidestepped, grabbed the spear, drew the man close, drew his Kunai, stabbed the man through the abdomen and twisted it. The man hit the floor without another sound. The man who was burnt was the second one to die. Screaming in pain already Katsumoto used the spear he grabbed from the one who just charged him and impaled the thug through the neck, the mans garbled sounds coming out as blood started to spill out like a pale of water. The one who fell backward in his chair looked in horror as Katsumoto drew his sword slowly and walked around the flames of the fire, looking deep into the mans eyes. "Please no, NO, AGHH!" The mans lifeless head was thrown to the men who had gathered around Katsumoto, too afraid to even attack him from behind. Katsumoto then slowly turned around and pointed to all of them. "I have seen the future. You will die." His fingers starting to glow blue with the amount of chakra charging in his hands.

A third of the camp was already dead and the rest of the bandits were on edge. This strange, mysterious man had just slew four people right before their very eyes and then said he could see the future and that they would all be dead. Needless to say in the back of Katsumoto's mind he chuckled, he couldn't tell the future, neither could he say they were going to die or he would but he thought it'd be fun to scare them shitless before he started finishing his duty. Of the ten men left only three of them who surrounded him had the courage to keep charging him though they saw their friend get butchered. The rest had stopped and brandished their swords and spears and tried to keep the samurai at bay. These men were cowards Katsumoto could see and they were to all be disposed of.

One of the three men had a spear, the other two swords. As the man with the spear thrusted Katsumoto stepped to the side, brought his blade down and sliced the shaft of the spear in half. The man looked up in surprise as the blade went through his mouth to the back of his head next. The mans eyes still blinking as his head hit the ground, the body swaying till it fell. The other one sliced into Katsumoto's new borrowed vest, barely cutting him due to Katsumoto's footwork. Katsumoto just brought his blade behind himself and thrust it into the mans chest. The mans dying gasp escaping his lips. The third man kicked at Katsumoto back but ended up falling down in agony, his leg now a stump squirting blood out of the end. Katsumoto brought his blade down swiftly stabbing the man through the heart. The blood spattering against his face. Now Katsumoto was nearly ready for the grand finale, the chakra now surging through his entire body. The seven men left charged. Things looked a little dim...

They had surrounded him and started to bring down their strikes. What happened next was so fast yet it seemed like slow motion to Katsumoto. His palms went into the air and lightning and a tornado spewed from his hands, the lightning licking itself around his enemies while the gusts of wind from the tornado going at 100mph lifted men, weapons and tents alike. Anything in the 60 ft area were sucked up into the air, the lightning shocking anything able to sustain a current with intense volts causing third degree burns on nearly every part of these peoples bodies. Then they were all thrown 100 feet away, some landing in the dirt, others in tree's (some were impaled as they hit the edges of branches), others killed by the lightning strikes in general.

Katsumoto looked at the carnage all around him and closed his eyes, his job was done. The people of the village were safe yet again.

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