Do Not Defy Bane Shura

Current Mission:

Roku found himself in a rather shady neighborhood in his home village.  He'd been given a mission by his employer, Bane Shura, and it was to kill.  That pleased Roku... his twisted smile plastered on his face, he observed his surroundings.  Buildings had begun falling apart in the area, holes in the outside of buildings and bricks littering the ground.  A rather gross looking man with tattered clothing hung out on a corner, pestering passersby for pocket change.  It smelled of refuse, as the residents of the area could rarely afford proper disposal of trash.  The crumbling civilization before him brought him a perverse sense of peace.  Beautiful squalor... he felt at home.

He kept an eye out for one named Hatsu, who wanted to accompany Roku on his job.  Roku hadn't asked why... perhaps he wanted to make friends? Unlikely... it was probably a more calculated reason; probably something along the lines of wanting to observe the powers of a Jinchuuriki in combat. He may end up disappointed, if that were the case... for this was a no-nonsense stealth mission.  Get in, kill shit, get out.  Shukaku's voice came to life within Roku's mind.  "I am under the impression that the only one who derives more joy from killing than you, is me."

Roku immediately fired back.  "I just go where the money takes me... you don't know me you overgrown desert squirrel."

Hatsu looked around for the man who murdered people for Bane. What was his name? Roku? Hatsu was fairly sure that he had attended to the man before. Though, Hatsu had attended to many many people in his time as the doctor.

He saw the somewhat tall man standing around, and then saying something about 'desert squirrel'. That's fairly telling of who it was.

"Roku, I need to get some experience on missions. I am willing to heal any injuries you acquire while on mission." Hatsu would pull out a green book, and open it. "And, if required, am willing to give you reading material. I am unsure of how much you like reading, but the offer still stands."

Hatsu would open the book and start reading it. He had read this book before. And, not to mention, the name on the spine would read 'On Jinchuuriki'. Of course, Hatsu was reading this just to make sure he would get the treatment right. Overall, he was confident in curing any wound that the man would get. That was if the injury wasn't death. Not that Hatsu thought the man across from him wasn't competent, he just thought that missions were risky.

Roku's face lit up when he saw Hatsu. He recognized the guy, and smiled in a friendly manner. Well, what Roku would consider friendly. To someone who wasn't familiar with his eccentrics, it would come off more as a twisted, malicious grin. "Hatsu! I will absolutely show you some of my craft. This is a stealth mission, however, and only one target is allowed to die. I have a cache stashed near our target... there, we can don disguises so that even if caught, our identities are not compromised. People can't find out that Bane is behind this."

Roku would then signal Hatsu to follow him, and step off, paying no attention whatsoever to whether he followed. "Reading material? Do you have anything by Masashi Kishimoto? He's my favorite author. The way he..." Roku cut himself off, realizing that he was about to say something incredibly disturbing. The way he describes the allure to darkness and death... it's intoxicating. In his favorite book by Kishimoto, the protagonist had plunged his hand into someone's chest cavity, and crush their still beating heart with his bare hand. Roku had fantasized about this for weeks before he had the opportunity to try that one out for himself.

"I've used him as a study material before, to mentally train myself for anything that may happen. After all, his whole gimmick is how gruesome he is." Hatsu would say, following behind the man. Of course, he didn't stop reading. He just multitasked. He also noted the rest of what Roku had stated, noting that it's very important. Not that he needed to be told that. Hatsu knew that if they get caught, death. Not a fun thing, but a certain thing.

Hatsu would push his hand through his black hair and place the book into his bag. Hatsu had a very important question to ask, "How close would you like me to follow, Roku?" Hatsu lacked the respectful honorifics that should be held to the situation. That's just a byproduct of what he was like. Not only that; he knew Bane was likely going to make a lot of moves if this mission was an indication of future goings. Thereby, Hatsu had to both train his operation ability, and become friends with those in the field.

This was so that he could treat them the best. After all, a personalized treatment was the best treatment.  The best treatment keeps his coworkers alive, and thereby, Hatsu stays alive.

Roku pondered Hatsu's response, and wondered if he should share that he read Kishimoto purely for entertainment, because of how gruesome it was. He thought for a moment, and decided it wasn't a very normal person thing to bring up, so he moved on. "You can stay with me for now... we got a bit of a hike in front of us. How... sneaky are you, by the way?" After Hatsu answered, Roku would take the time to show him some hand signals and what they meant. Couldn't exactly talk on a stealth mission, right? So he showed him the basics. Stay there, follow me, check that, kill him, run, hide, go ahead of me, etc. Hatsu was a smart guy, and Roku was sure he'd be able to memorize all these over the next hour or so as they walked.

It was not long before Roku came upon a tree the was dug out between the roots. He stopped Hatsu here, and without actually digging it out, used some sand below ground to excavate a wooden box. Roku winked at Hatsu and opened this box. There was clothing, some makeup kits, masks, and cloaks - enough for both of them. Additionally, there were a few basic blades, and a notebook where Roku had previously scouted the area and written down pretty much everything he'd seen. It was still far enough from the objective that he could speak freely, so as he rummaged through the box, he explained to Hatsu what some of the items were for. "Disguises, for the reasons I mentioned earlier. How are you with makeup? Nevermind, I'll help you. I took some notes on this place on a scouting mission already, so there's that. Oh. And do you need a blade?" Roku would supply Hatsu with either a katana or a wakizashi, whichever he chose, and begin donning his cloak, makeup, and mask. "We have about 30 minutes of sunlight left. Once you're situated, we'll use this as our rally point. In case of emergency, meet back here. Once we leave here... no speaking."

Hatsu would listen, mostly staying silent. The simple response to the 'how sneaky are you' question would be, 'as sneaky as I need to be.'

Once they arrived, Hatsu would take the Katana and speak once Roku was done speaking.

"Now, ignoring the fact that you're apparently good at makeup, I've understood everything else. A simple question. How close do you want me to get, or do you want me to hold back and just sort of watch?" Hatsu would ask, grabbing a mask and cloak. "I'll have a book covering my mask most of the time, anyway. After all, what better to cover a face than a book?" Hatsu would follow up his previous sentence, and finish his idea with.

To Hatsu's credit, he did look rather imposing in a black cloak and mask. Now, the whole imposing image falls completely apart when one notices just how lanky he is. But that's irrelevant. Hatsu would drop his bag near the tree as well, figuring that a bunch of medical books would at worst be stolen.

Hatsu would listen, and rub his chin. Roku's words did make sense, despite their risk. As far as Hatsu was concerned, Roku had the track record to cover for him. Though, his statement did feel a bit ominous. Hatsu would take off his mask, and watch as Roku skillfully put makeup on him.

However, once it's done, Hatsu would simply blink once before speaking. "I need you to teach me makeup; to cover some of the post-combat injuries in soldiers. If I learn it, I can teach them. Then, they can go out and walk and talk despite the scars."

Hatsu would then stretch and let out a wistful sigh. He had none of the fancy tactics that Roku did, but all of the willpower in the world to learn. Hatsu didn't wish to be left behind, especially when his compatriots were those like Roku. Roku was an exceptionally talented man that Hatsu could only look up to in the art of murder.

Hatsu would merely nod; it wasn't a strange reason. It was strange to say it directly, but that's exactly as he'd expect from someone of Roku's nature. Hatsu would then take this time to situate the mask on his own face again.

He'd follow Roku, staying slightly behind. Hatsu felt that the person they were murdering was rather wealthy, and that if he had this wealth...He'd have no issues buying any medical equipment. Not that he struggled much now. His employer was a wealthy man who had other wealthy men murdered.

Hatsu wasn't sure why but it felt a bit different. Sitting on the side of the road, in a cloak and mask. It wasn't that strange of a thing to do in the ninja world. Hatsu wasn't the ninja, was the thing.

Hatsu would then just look forward. How much could he trust Roku to just handle it?

Ah well. At worst, Hatsu would have to out-sprint the nearby guards. Hatsu would just wait for Roku to launch his attack in silence.

Hatsu would wait for Roku to start up his work and dash forward towards the merchant. Hatsu's plan was simple. He would use his overwhelming physical advantage to get close, and then use his chakra scalpel to deal with the mobility of the merchant. Next, use the sword on his hip to kill the then unable-to-retaliate merchant.

Now, how did it go?

The dash forward went well, with Roku handling the guards with peak efficiency. Peak until he got punched in the side of the head, but that was irrelevant to Hatsu. Hatsu would make it to the merchant in record time, and using his chakra control, activate Chakra Scalpel. Though it couldn't be used, in its current form, as a murder weapon. It would be used to cut the tendons in the merchants leg.

That's exactly what he did; ducking a punch done by the merchant and swiping his scalpel across the legs to cut the tendons and muscle tissue. Quickly, the merchant fell backwards onto the ground. Then, by the time that Roku was done with the guards; he'd get to see the final blow.

Hatsu would take the Katana and stab the merchant through the heart, ending his life quickly and without much blood.