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Trading Post Trouble[break]
MISSION RANK: B[break]
NPC REQUIREMENT: Optional (So, Nope.)[break]
PARTICIPANTS: Kameki Banri & Honō Chisai[break]
DESCRIPTION: With the main structure secured, it's time to begin building up the actual trading facilities in Taro's latest business venture. His competitors are undeterred by their initial failure, however, and are now sending combatants with shinobi training to finish the job. Capture or kill the attackers to complete the mission.[break]
Must be completed: Estate Establishment ✓

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Banri lay on his back in the grass with his nose in a book to block out the sun. If anybody cared the text on the cover of the book read あなたの猫があなたを殺すために計画しているかどうかを見分ける方法 but the Lord’s assistant was pretty sure nobody did. He let out a heavy sigh. This was a painfully boring assignment even taking into account the lousy sabotage attempt a few weeks ago. That incident felt like ages ago, so much had happened in the meantime, and he was really tired of this assignment. He wanted to go home more than anything. The honeymoon trip to Yukigakure had been less than satisfying to say the least. [break][break]

An orange tabby stretched its front paws and leapt off his chest onto the grass as Banri sat up. It was too warm for kitty cuddles anyways, even with a breezy blue yukata. He looked around for his partner; he guessed it was just about time to relieve her for a while. The security here had been increased since his last posting and they’d sent out a jōnin in lieu of the two genin from before. The Jōnin Hanchō, Honō Chisai, to be specific. She was younger than him and he couldn’t say he knew the Flame of the West on a personal level but Banri’s specialty lay more in the realm of subterfuge, espionage, and assassinations. However, he had heard a lot about her from a variety of sources including a disgraced Lady in Yukigakure.

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[Honō Chisai]

FROM THE FLAMES OF BATTLE I WAS FORGED, FROM THE ASH LANDS I BECAME ANEW, MY SOUL STANDS UNYIELDING TO THE CHALLENGE AHEAD

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The room that had been assigned was filled with the sound of the tip of pen tearing through untouched paper. The lioness had pondered in what to tell in the letter, what form of prose her thoughts should take as she scribbled them. And when she did, she looked the lines that she had traced with a calligraphy of one that had been trained in the fighting cages of her clan and had learned to swing a hammer since a young age. Chisai read through it, lips curling slightly as she would imagine the look of her paramour as she received the letter and read its contents and found it acceptable. Quietly she folded the paper she had been writing on and placed it inside an envelope to send it later, when the mission was finished.

Raising to her feet she turned to the clock on the wall and cursed under her breath. She had taken too long in writing her letter, her feet kicking the crumpled sheets of paper that she had used at first to write messages that she had found unsatisfactory for Inari. Curses escaped her lips in quick hisses as she fitted the boots unto her feet, a hand slamming against the wall to support herself and not crash against the sparse furniture in the room. Opening the sliding door that led into her room and closing it with a slap she ran outside where a carpet of green met her and resting on it the man that she had been sent in this mission. A tabby seemingly trying to get his attention.

"Ah, found yourself a partner?" Chisai said and grinned at the man as she stood next to him, looking around and finding that everything seemed to be where she had left it during her watch. "So, nothing out of the usual? I mean, aside you fighting the cat?"

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346 ● Kameki Banri ● NOTES

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"It’s not that unusual.” Banri looked up at Chisai with a grin. "This cat’s a feisty one.” He said as he scratched Tora behind the ears causing him to purr and nudge his hand. He pushed himself up off the ground and stood up next to his teammate. She seemed ready for the next shift and Banri supposed he was too, as much as it pained him. [break][break]

So, he started walking towards the center of the outpost where the main building was in the finishing stages of construction. There was only really one main street at this point and the spaces between the smaller buildings where new roads might branch off later so it should have been pretty obvious where he was going and he sort of expected Chisai to accompany him.[break][break]

There were merchants carrying supplies into newly furnished shops and a couple construction workers hanging a large sign on the front of the mess hall. Banri waved to the foreman as he passed by. Someone shoulder checked Banri as they walked by and he glanced back at the construction worker with a frown before looking back at Chisai. "So, how are you liking the accommodations here at the outpost. Not a bad place to-” [break][break]

He had been trying to think of a diplomatic way to describe mind numbing boredom but his thoughts were cut short as his lower abdomen was hit with a searing pain. Banri stopped and looked down to see a red carnation blooming on the front of his kimono as warm blood spread out from the hilt of a dagger stuck deep into his gut. He’d been stabbed. "Chisai… I- I’m still not sensing anything. Do you see where-?”[break][break]

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Enemy: Yamanaka Hana (leaf c-rank nukenin hired by Taro's competitors)[break]
Jutsu used: Mind Transfer Jutsu

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[Honō Chisai]

FROM THE FLAMES OF BATTLE I WAS FORGED, FROM THE ASH LANDS I BECAME ANEW, MY SOUL STANDS UNYIELDING TO THE CHALLENGE AHEAD

"Huh... I know something about feisty cats." Chisai would reply as she saw the man raise to his feet. The day seemed to be tranquil, much like the rest of the time that they had been here, which she could not complain, although that warrior side of her would want her to fight, to seek for conflict. It was the way that she had always understood life. It was something engrained by her upbringing. Those thoughts were interrupted the moment that he had asked of whether her room had been acceptable. He continued to speak and as the ideas of whether or not the room had been a good place for her to sleep.

Her mouth began to twist as the idea of words began to form in her mind. It was quick, sudden, something that she had caught in the corner of her eye. Lilac orbs saw a dash of robes like those of a kimono and the next thing she saw, as lilac eyes widened was a dagger protruding from his gut, arterial red blood flowing from the wound as it stained the fabric into a deep red and the trembling voice of the man reached her ears.

"I.... N-No..." The Lioness said, fumbling her words as a hand went to his arm in case he lost his strength and fell to his knees. "Banri... You did this to yourself." She said, trying to believe and make sense of what had happened right now. She would look around, trying to find something or someone that had direct line of sight to them but saw nothing but the that his companion had been playing with. "Don't pull it, stay still." She said as her hands moved to retrieve the fairs aid kit that she had brought, hoping that at the very least she could do something to stop the bleeding and keep him conscious. "Stay still."

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Banri looked down at the hilt of the blade. Big mistake. He was glad there was someone there to balance him as he began to swoon and he allowed himself to be guided down onto his knees. It was unmistakably his own dagger. "What- I didn’t… I don’t remember having it in my hand.” [break][break]

He glanced around with furrowed brows but his view was blocked by the crowd of workers that was beginning to form around the pair as Chisai began administering first aid. All he managed to notice was his orange tabby darting under the foundation of a nearby building to hide. [break][break]

His eyelids felt heavy and Banri succumbed to a slow blink. The next thing he was conscious of was the blade in his side being ripped out in a spray of crimson and slashing towards his companion. [break][break]

It was his hand moving but it lacked his usual finesse and the pale shock on his face the second after conveyed all the confusion the man was feeling. "Chisai? I’m sorry. I’m not sure what’s happening…” His outstretched hand shook as he attempted to drop the bloody dagger but the fingers gripping the hilt failed to obey his command.

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