Mibuse Hakyuujin

[Kakuzupron]

Often in life we are presented with a choice - to make a critical selection between the lesser of two evils. But what if the choice wasn't really a choice at all? What if our lives were so deeply and intimately knotted that every course of action went accounted for? A small example of this phenomenon was when twenty three year old Fukashima, a brown haired, blue eyes brawny Chunin had decided to pick a fight with Mibuse; only recently appointed Jounin and former convict, also known as Shadow Reaper but we'll get to that later.



"I'm seriously trying to give you an out here. None of us wants to hurt the other, right? We don't WANT to be violent. I'm sure all of this is just a big misunderstanding." Mibuse calmly explained with his hands resting inside the warm and empty pockets of the Navy blue pants he wore. Although he looked and sounded relaxed In his standard Jounin attire; inside, he were a volcano waiting to erupt! "Why don't we just call it even between us, huh? You go your way and I'll go--" Suddenly interrupted, Mibuse found himself verbally lacerates by Fukushima. He couldn't count the number of times he'd been cursed out and called everything but his own natural born name but somewhere ...somewhere deep inside, he'd heard enough.

The act was swift, dead in the middle of Fukushima's tirade Mifune clocked him hard with a right hand smack to the face. He didn't stop there, though. With the same hand Mibuse took a fist full of Fukushima's hair and slammed his head face first into a nearby wall immediately breaking skin and causing a pool of blood, snot and spittle to ooze like a fine and nasty slime down Fukushima's face. What went on for the next ten minutes was a Savage beating that if left unchecked might have resulted in serious injuries to Fukushima but...such was the nature of Mibuse's temper once stirn.

He'd warned the guy. Tried to walk away and call it quits but disrespect was not to be tolerated. As Fukushima fell to the ground Mibuse administered a hard kick to his skull. The guy wasn't dead but at this rate...

"Look what you made me do!" Mibuse remarked, "guys like you are why I spent five years behind the wall! I'll learn you some fuckin' manners!" At this point, Mibuse had kicked most of the man's teeth from his mouth and they could be visible seen in blood and dirt near where Fukushima tried hopelessly to cover himself. Only when a passerby had stumbled upon the scene and pulled Mibuse away did he relent but even then, he could be heard cursing up a storm as he left the scene.

With a man beaten near to death and the culprit leaving the scene, what would happen now?

[hobnob]

The the metal fence which separated the roof from the drop was cold. The dark brown haired youth sat on the railings puffing away on a smoke. He had developed the habit a few weeks before graduating the academy, he got muddled up with that kind of people. Never having regretted it, he continued this habit and enjoyed it. Especially these casual puffing sessions of the late evening summer days. Really relaxing. But not as relaxing as norm. Somewhere, he could hear two men bickering, it sounded like one was trying to diffuse the situation while the other was going off on one. A glimmer of excitement beamed through his system as chakra gathered in the soles of his feet and he ran along the railings, hopping from one roof to another until he was directly above the two men. Looking down with interest, Noeru easily recognized the jounins attire even in the dark hours of the day. This was a very uncommon occurrence. Jounin very rarely did anything that would attract attention, but this guy did not seem to care, and that is precisely what Noeru found interesting.

Smack. Grab. Crack.

The Jounin pummeled the other with ease, before finishing his tirade even. Noeru chuckled, it seemed that this poor fella was not having a very good day. Even worse when, after dropping to the ground, the Jounin started booting the mans face with power behind it. This was the moment Noeru realized that it was time to intervene, more for the sake of the Jounin than the other. After hearing what that guy said, anyone would have done exactly the same. It was natural that this angry bloke wanted to defend his name, this however was taking it too far, killing the guy was not the way Konoha dealt with things.

Noeru hopped over, glued the soles of his boots to the wall with his chakra, and gazed down onto the mans scalp, left hand in pocket, right to his side still holding his cigarette.

'Oi. I think you've done enough pal.'

Noeru took one last drag on the cigarette before flicking the butt at the man now stood towering over the half-dead body. His left hand in the mean time was accumulating chakra for the jutsu he had been training for a little while, it was time for him to put all the training into practice.

Slowly he withdrew his hand out of his pocket, and raised it. With fingers pointing down at the aggressor, turning his hand into a makeshift gun. His thumb cocked, parallel with the horizon. His index finger pointing directly at the top of the aggressors head. The middle, ring, and little finger were nicely tucked in against the palm of his hand. The aura of chakra that accumulated over this brief space of time centered in his index finger, still releasing a gentle glow for a brief moment before disappearing fully. In that moment, Noeru's cocked thumb almost instantly touched the first bone of the middle finger, in that instantaneous moment, a small piece of wood, a splinter, shot out of his index finger at rapid speeds and headed for the scalp of the bully, who would receive exactly what he deserved. The splinter war around five inches in length, and around a quarter of an inch in girth, it was like a wooden senbon. But Noeru was not done yet; his thumb rose to the same cocked position it was in a second ago, the chakra that centered in the index finger had not been used up, there was more still to come. Just as quickly as before, his thumb jerked towards his middle finger, releasing the devastating, senbon like, splinter that pierced the air like a bullet before penetrating through the the soil next to the two. A miss, the boy grit his teeth and began paying closer attention to his aiming, which was now all over the place. The force with which the splinters escaped the index finger created a recoil which threw his aim, and focus, all over the place. He quickly understood that he would have to pay more attention to what he was doing until he got used to the side effects of this simple, yet handy technique. The tip of the inde finger zeroed in on the aggressor, the thumb once again lifted to its cocked position, Noeru paid attention to his body's rhythm, breathing, heart beat, and timed it just prefectly enough to fire the splinter as his body was almost still.

Following that, his glued soles gave way and he began falling. Making the most of his surprise attack, Noeru landed next to the battered man, put one arm under the mans shoulder and flicked his over his neck. As he raised back to his feet, Noeru generated enough power and momentum to lift himself and them man off the ground. They landed on the top of the building he was just stood on the side of, and with firing two extra shots towards the aggressor as cover, Noeru quickly pelted it towards the hospital where he would see that the man received the treatment that he needs.

While he carried the man on his shoulder, Noeru noticed that his finger still had chakra accumulated in it. Amazement washed over him as he pointed his index finger while he ran at objects such as street lights and fired at them. Some struck their target with a loud donk, some missed completely but he was well on the way to mastering this technique, and with its wide array of applications, it would not be long.