[yamaguchi daichi]

I COULD EAT THE WORLD RAW

This was a delicate mission and frankly beyond Daichi’s qualifications—he was only a chuunin still, and his stagnation was beginning to sting. He’d been standing by Lord Mizukage’s side for well over a year at this point, yet it seemed his own development had slowed to a complete crawl—only a now-healed broken arm and his wounded pride to show for his efforts. This was an A-ranked mission; it was a B-rank that had nearly killed him all those months ago. But Toru wanted him at his side, and Daichi never even entertained the thought of saying no. Undoubtedly Lord Mizukage would be able to handle the stopping the operations aspect of their assignment, but the other critical portion of it was ensure no citizens are harmed, which meant that Daichi’s sensory capability would be absolutely necessary in making sure they were getting everyone who needed to be got—and leaving everyone else alone. Daichi was dressed more casually than normal, shedding his typical shinobi attire in favor of what civilians might wear to one of these clubs: a sleeveless, high-necked black top that clung tightly to his abs, a golden cuff around his thick bicep, comfortable, loose black pants. His black leather eyepatch was securely in place; no hitai-ate to be seen. A thin line of kohl was carefully drawn around the edges of his visible eye. He looked, for all intents and purposes, like a fitness-enthused partygoer. "How do you want to tackle this, my lord?” he asked, checking himself over one more time for good measure. His top was too close-fitting to conceal anything especially well, but his trousers were looser by design, and in a couple of strategically-hidden pockets and pouches he had his standard equipment sealed away into tags and scrolls. "You went through the mission site with… Waruichi Asuka, was it? If you’re familiar with the layout, that should help quite a bit.”

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[Kaguya Toru]

I would know him in death At the end of the world yamaguchi daichi

Toru had changed his outfit quite significantly, before he had dressed as a overly wealthy son of a lord in proper in glorious yukata, and his hair had been colored into a black color. This time he was wearing something that was not in his normal wheelhouse, it was not traditional at all and frankly Toru felt like a fish out of nowhere, he wondered if it would be any good for the mission in terms of movement, but he would have to work with it regardless. His trousers were tight, extremely tight against his body, and he very much hated it. His top was looser, with the buttons at the top unbuttoned down to just the middle of his chest, he had rings and bracelets on and looked like one of those boys in those modeling newspapers and magazines that made their rounds in the village and the nation for the publics entertainment.

But Toru definitely was not himself, which was for the best...

It had been a while since he had completed the mission with Asuka, but now it was time to continue the chain. To put down what they could, step by step until the village was at least marginally drug free. So he would have to push past his discomfort in terms of his outfit.

"I did. It is an almost too standard of an underground area for partying. This, however, matters less than the plan." He was beginning to walk, trying to walk as normally as possible.

"You and I will front as friends coming together, and you will point out any who do not have large pools of chakra." Citizens almost never had chakra enough to define them as shinobi they were easy to pick out in a crowd. "I will lure them out of the immediate vicinity and put them down. That is the plan."

OWL

[cocoa]

PARTY UNDERGROUND: TERMINATED

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The two shinobi, dressed in the casual party-wear of citizens, formulated their plan as they approached the club, discussing how they would handle separating the criminals within from the innocent civilians who should not come into harm.

It had been some time since shinobi had last entered this club, though they had been keeping it under watchful eye in the meantime. It seemed there was good money in illicit dealings, as the club had only flourished since the last time Toru had stepped foot through its doors. Crowds hooked on substances drew in their friends, the club acting as a whirlpool. The building was bustling now, and the live music and sound of people having fun could be heard from the streets, almost enough to make the ground tremble slightly under their feet.

As Toru and Daichi got closer, they would be capable of taking in the scene. At the front of the building there were two bouncers and a short line for entry. The bouncers had mean mugs, though they didn't appear to be turning anyone away.

A third bouncer was nearby, hauling out a drunk and disorderly patron with a bloody nose - it seemed like he'd been in some kind of fight, but was the only one getting kicked out.

If Daichi looked, each of the three bouncers had a notable chakra signature.

The duo could approach through the front and simply go through the line, or could seek alternative methods of entry by investigating the rear of the building.

[yamaguchi daichi]

I COULD EAT THE WORLD RAW

Daichi kept his eyes firmly locked on Toru’s face, and absolutely nowhere else, certainly not what he was wearing. Focus, D. "Right,” he said, clearing his throat. "Simple enough.” The club was bustling with activity, and Daichi could tell at a glance that trying to focus on picking out chakra signatures and engaging with his active range would be too much information all at once for him to pick out without becoming noticeably overwhelmed—they’d have to take it slow, get at a closer range, and work through the crowds in the building bit by bit to make sure they didn’t miss anyone. He kept close to Toru, so that he could speak quietly without risking being overhead by civilians. Shinobi-trained was a different story, though; he couldn’t discount the possibility of chakra-enhanced hearing, summons, familiars, fuin traps, any number of the techniques that Daichi himself employed to gather information. Taking note of the bouncers, Daichi let his gaze pass over them smoothly, looking instead to the alleyway that led towards the back of the building, and then to the slim profile of the Mizukage’s face. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, and slipped his hand into Toru’s, twining their fingers together. With a pulse of chakra, Daichi tethered a link, feeding information from his own sensory directly to Toru—no communication necessary. "Bit of a line,” he said, aiming for casual and instead landing somewhere around high, thin, and reedy. "Wanna go around back?”

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感知伝々 | Kanchi Denden
[Sensing Transmission]
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: N/A
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium - Very High
RANGE: Arm's reach [Direct contact]
REQUIREMENT: Sensor SA
DESCRIPTION:
By making physical contact with another individual, the user is able to transmit what they are currently sensing directly into the said target's mind.

[Kaguya Toru]

I would know him in death At the end of the world yamaguchi daichi cocoa

Toru had one hand in a pocket and was staring plainly, a bored club goer waiting to be let in. He made cursory glances over everyone he saw, made sure to give special attention towards each scent. The club was quite sweaty, and so the scents were a bit pungent, but it did give him an extra edge in that he was able to discern one person to another, and give a decent estimation of how many people were in here, and note if certain scents were coming or going - at least in their vicinity, without overwhelming himself.

A warmth cradled the palm of his hand, fingers entwining with his own. His heart jumped in place of his entire body seizing. His instinct telling him to release Daichi, but it was almost immediate the effects, the information shared between the two of them. It was useful.

But now they were holding hands, and that meant it had to be part of the act and that made things a little more difficult. Still, Toru was good at the details he had been trained in the ways of the Oinin, he knew how to act, how to infiltrate. Perhaps he knew how to act than to be his true self in some regard, being a politician was nothing but acting.

The pad of his index finger softly and idly traced patterns across Daichi's knuckles now.

"Could..." He commented, beginning to tug and lead, weaving through the crowd, taking steps like a dance.

OWL

[cocoa]

PARTY UNDERGROUND: TERMINATED

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Daichi's sensory look and Toru's scent-tracking were enough to note that the crowd was, in fact, as busy as it looked from the outside. Though among the many smells of food and drink and dance, Toru could pick up something familiar - the scent of the overlord he had met during his last mission. The scent trail was faint and getting stronger in the direction of the door, implying he had arrived some time ago and hadn't left since. This could be helpful information, as Toru knew approximately where he could go to find that man.

If the two of them slipped around the side of the building to try to go through the back, they'd find a few routes of entry available to them.

There was an entrance directly into the back of the kitchen, presumably for staff. If they could move quietly, they could probably sneak in through this route without being noticed and blend in to the crowd up front. That was provided no one bumped into them, however.

The other option was to go through one of the windows. They seemed to be bolted, but it was certainly possible to pick one of them open, or break one if a shinobi was feeling risky. The sound of the glass breaking would probably be covered by the music, but it would leave a trace behind.

[yamaguchi daichi]

I COULD EAT THE WORLD RAW

Daichi’s heart rate rabbited, as Toru’s fingertip ran gently over his knuckles, something that he grimly compartmentalized as being part of their cover—Daichi himself had initiated this particular flavor of blending in, and the Mizukage was a staunch professional, more than capable of going along with his bodyguard’s unspoken suggestion. The devil was in the details, and the cover would be more believable with their smallest actions, minor facets of attitude and body language. He knew that. So why did he feel so— No time to ponder on that train of thought, as Toru tugged him through the ground, feeling awkward and heavy-footed in Toru’s graceful, effortless wake. Two options through the back, then: the kitchen, and the bolted window. Breaking the glass seemed obvious, but if the shards were discovered too early then their targets would be on high alert… but he also wasn’t sure if he had the requisite skill set to pick the lock. Maybe he could break just the bolt, and not the glass itself? Gently squeezing Toru’s hand, Daichi quickened his pace to slide up alongside him, and whispered softly: "I think I can break the bolt on one of those windows. Can you watch my back? It’ll just take a few seconds.” If Toru consented to the idea, Daichi would reluctantly release his hand and get a line of sight on the bolt, then form a few handseals in order to prepare the small pyramid barrier held carefully in his fingertips. A surge of additional chakra into the pyramid to strengthen it, make it sturdy enough so that it hopefully wouldn’t instantly and uselessly shatter against the bolt; then he aimed, and extended the barrier spear out to pierce the hinge of the bolt, where the lock would be weakest. As ever, though, he would follow his Lord’s lead—if Toru had a different plan, he would follow it without hesitation.

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NAME: Kekkai: Yari (Barrier: Spear)
RANK: D
CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: --
DESCRIPTION:
After performing the necessary hand seals, the user focuses their chakra into the points of their index and middle fingers. Using this focused chakra, the user creates a small pyramid barrier that is on inch wide, one inch thick and one inch in depth. Using their fingers to aim the technique, they can extend the barrier in one direction approximately 8 feet in length to impale opponents in front of them. The barrier created by this technique has the same strength as glass, but has enough force to pierce through the human body before breaking. However, objects of higher density will certainly stop it, including certain thicknesses of wood, iron or steel. Once the barrier has shattered, the technique will fade away and cause no further damage to those impaled by the technique.


NAME: Kekkai: Kyōka Suru (Barrier: Strengthen)
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: --
DESCRIPTION:
After the user creates a Kekkai Barrier, they can place their hands on the surface of the barrier and funnel chakra into it. This chakra serves to strengthen the barrier, increasing its durability by fortifying it to the next level of material strength. (Stages of Barrier Strength: Intangible > Glass > Wood > Stone > Iron > Steel > Fortified > Indestructible
)
Using this technique to strengthen the barrier, the user must maintain their hands on its surface to keep the durability intact. Once the user removes their hands, the barrier will retain its original quality of strength. This technique can only be used to improve up to C-ranked Kekkai Ninjutsu Techniques.

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[Kaguya Toru]

I would know him in death At the end of the world cocoa yamaguchi daichi

It was a difficult moment, they could not alert the entire party to their less than savory presence. They had to make sure that none of the civilians in here got here as well. Now they had two paths, the kitchen or the window. Toru considered the kitchen with the music perhaps they could make it through but Daichi offered to try and break the bolt of the window instead of the window itself.

Toru had some hesitance about it, but decided to allow Daichi to follow through. There was not a genuinely good answer to how they should enter and this was just one of them.

The young leader stood aside, nearby, keeping his eyes on the surroundings while Daichi did his work. It wouldn't take long so hopefully they wouldn't have to come up with a very strange excuse if someone did catch them. Fortunately Toru would be able to smell someone approaching before he even so much as saw them - that should help the situation as well. In general they were not yet in any horrible danger but he knew things would heat up in due time and they would need to act with greater caution especially if they were going to keep civilians out of harms way.

OWL

[cocoa]

PARTY UNDERGROUND: TERMINATED

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Utilizing a barrier spear with some additional strength to prevent it from shattering, Daichi forced his force on the bolt and cracked it right at the hinge. This broke the bolt sufficiently so that it could no longer latch, making it possible to open the window right up. It was a small enough area of damage that someone walking past probably wouldn't notice it outright unless they were specifically looking for it, and it had been done quietly enough not to draw any attention.

Thus, the duo had successfully found a path into the establishment.

The window was small, but neither Daichi nor Toru were particularly broad, so would find it a simple task to climb in.

If they entered, they found themselves in a what seemed to be a dressing room or prep room for the live musicians on stage in the main body of the club. There were costumes, empty music cases, and many backup supplies in case something were to go wrong with the performance. This was a decent place to stay and make a plan of action, as it was unlikely that anyone would enter until the performance had ended and the musicians needed a break - something that the duo would get advance warning of if the music stopped.

From here they could easily leave into an egress hallway and find their way to the main dance floor and bar area, or retreat further into the staff-only parts of the establishment to find offices.

Inside the building, Daichi would have another moment to assess his sensory perceptions.

To the left, there was a kitchen, which seemed to entirely staffed by civilians with no notable chakra signatures. Further past that, into what would assume to be staff-only business management areas, there was a lone person who had a small chakra signature - the aura of someone either young, unpracticed, or self-taught.

Out towards the public-facing area, with the dance floor and the bar, there were several beacons of more notable chakra. Probably more guards, though he'd also have to get eyes on them to be able to tell if that was the case.

[yamaguchi daichi]

I COULD EAT THE WORLD RAW

His plan, thankfully, had worked as intended, and after triple-checking their surroundings to make sure no prying eyes were wandering by, Daichi took the lead and slipped through the now-open window. Once in the unoccupied dressing room, he took a moment to focus. He stopped himself from reaching out for the Mizukage again—he didn’t want to waste his chakra unnecessarily, and they were isolated enough that they could speak quietly. Daichi frowned, trying to picture the layout of the establishment in relation to the pinpoints of chakra in either direction, but he was having some trouble orienting himself, having never actually stepped foot inside the interior of the building before. "Civilians in the kitchen to the left, and one person with a small chakra signature beyond that area,” he said softly. "A lot more stronger signatures towards the dance floor.” His brow creased as he thought this over. "Isn’t that strange, though? Why’s there one novice on their own tucked away in the back?” It could be as simple as a lackey on their lunch break, but something about it seemed wrong somehow. A lookout, maybe? Chakra suppression? A hostage? "Can you tell which way the overlord might be positioned from here?”

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[Kaguya Toru]

I would know him in death At the end of the world yamaguchi daichi cocoa

Toru snuck in after Daichi and planted himself directly behind his bodyguard, taking in the sights, the sounds and especially the smells. Mostly Daichi was the most prominent scent, but he could tell there were others. There were too many mingling smells currently to define anyone currently to be able to track, so he just listened to Daichi and what he had said.

There was someone who was tucked away on their own nearby, but that did sound strange. Perhaps chakra suppression...

Which meant a large pool of chakra, and undoubtedly that meant someone who could not sense their presence. Toru quickly created a clone then, though the clone transformed itself into another disguise entirely, a female variety that looked nothing like anyone they knew in the shinobi world. Someone who could blend into the crowd. From there, the clone would make its way out towards the dance floor, but wavering a bit and giggling as if intoxicated.

The real Toru, meanwhile, glanced towards Daichi.

"We should look around the offices, I'll have the clone look around that person you said is beyond the kitchens and in the main party room." That would be easier... But if the offices had no chakra signatures that could also be suspicious - though perhaps just a more extreme version of chakra suppression.

"Let's go, and be quiet."

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Katon Kage Bunshin & Henge on Clone

OWL

[Ronin]

OOC:Taking over NPC Modding...

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Wherever the two Kiri ninja chose to go, the Mizukage would be able to catch a whiff of the scent of the overlord, as soon as they exited the room in which they currently stood. The egress corridor into which they would enter would stretch a little distance either way, though the loud sounds and bright lights emanating from the end of the hallway to the right were an obvious indication that this was where the public area was, and the direction in which Toru's clone would be headed if it wanted to get to the dance floor. There was a door at the other end of the corridor, from which the scent of food would be detected. The kitchen. While a few other rooms existed on the floor, there were no detectable chakra signatures or scents that suggested that they were occupied.

The overlord's smell seemed to be coming from the direction of the public area; he was very likely somewhere in the vicinity of the nightclub, though it would be difficult to pinpoint his exact location by smell alone. Daichi's chakra sense would inform him that there were a number of people in the kitchen, at least half a dozen. Beyond them, further away was the lone small chakra signature.

Meanwhile, the clone would find itself in a large and rather loud room, with people milling around, some dancing on a wide designated dancefloor, others hanging around at bars or tables, drinking, talking, wasting the night, and perhaps their lives. But there were a few people who just stood there, in strategic positions. Guards. The clone would also note that a well-dressed man sat at a table, surrounded by four fellows who didn't look like they had come here to dance. A bigshot, certainly, but not the overlord.

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[yamaguchi daichi]

I COULD EAT THE WORLD RAW

Daichi chewed at his lower lip, turning his sensory impression of the building over and over in his mind as he tried to sort out the information coming in. The kitchens were staffed with at least half a dozen civilians, and the pair would need to make their way safely through in order to make it to the offices. It was possible that kitchen staff wouldn’t give them a second glance as they made their way through, dressed as they were… on the other hand, they were dressed as party-goers, not necessarily anyone who would clearly have access to the offices. Setting off as few alarms as possible would be absolutely critical. He nodded, but before he followed in the Mizukage’s wake, Daichi gently touched his shoulder to get his attention and pause for a moment. "There’s about half a dozen civilians in the kitchen, and we have to go through there to get to the offices,” Daichi said softly. "If I transform to look like the bouncer I think that’ll help us get through without raising any red flags. I don’t want them to get hurt or go running for backup, and two people wandering in from the dance floor to the back area might, uh—” They’d likely just get kicked out for going where they weren’t supposed to go, Daichi’s mind unhelpfully supplying an image of a couple stumbling off in search of privacy. His cheeks suffused with warmth, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. "We’d probably just get kicked out right away,” he finished lamely. "If one of us looks like we’re supposed to be there, that should help.” If Toru was fine with the suggestion, Daichi would weave the necessary handseals for the transformation technique, taking on a similar physique and outfit to the bouncer stationed outside—though not exactly the same face, in hopes of avoiding a case of mistaken identity. His hair and eye color were slightly different, his nose more crooked, the jaw more scruffy with facial hair: looking every inch the generic nightclub employee.

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[Kaguya Toru]

I would know him in death At the end of the world yamaguchi daichi Ronin

The clone surveyed the area while still maintaining a more or less intoxicated persona, moving towards the dance floor and pulling off some dance moves. Certainly not the best dancer, but that could be said for most anyone around here. It was a club night, not some posh get together where everyone knew how to waltz or do traditional dances. The clone would notice the man in the corner with the four bouncers, but not yet approach or make itself particularly known. The goal was to survey and collect information and maybe even stop or delay anyone who might catch Daichi and the original Toru in the back.

But aside from his eyes the clone also kept his nose peeled to the ground in a manner of speaking, trying to really identify anyone notable - like the overlord.

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Toru listened relying on Daichi to tell him what was needed to know.

Daichi's idea was a good one and so with this Toru agreed. Though he himself did not transform since it could be possible that one of the party goers was high-end enough to be invited to the back. Or maybe he was just drunk and needed to rest in the back, either way he would attached to the now transformed Daichi as the bouncer and started to follow him to the offices through the kitchen...

A grumpy look on his features as if his 'fun' was getting cut off.

OWL

[Ronin]

So far, Toru's clone went mostly unobserved; a few looks were thrown its way, but only the usual appraising looks that people in such social settings at bars gave: evaluation on whether an approach should be made or not. Then one fellow, whether made brave by arrogant assumption or the brain fuddling effects of alcohol, of which there was no short supply here, waddled over to Toru's clone. "Hey sweetie," he said with a slightly stupid grin on his face (very likely his encourager was alcohol), "a work of art like you isn't supposed to be all alone by herself. I'll show you a good time if you let me." But while he tried to butter up the clone, someone walked up to the table of the big shot fellow, words were exchanged, and the fellow, along with his bodyguards, rose and moved further away, where the clone would note some well placed screens that would just look like walls, until someone was seen walking behind them.

Meanwhile, the two shinobi, one disguised and the other not, made their way towards the kitchen. On opening the door, they were greeted by the smells of different kinds of foods cooking, though the smell of stuff being fried in cheap cooking oil was most prevalent. a few heads turned their way, but everyone minded their business, save one. A heavyset middle aged woman planted herself before the two ninja. For a moment she glared at them, then she said, "you punks had better not mess up the back rooms again. Just because we're cooks doesn't mean w have to clear up some slob's vomit." Then muttering, she walked off, leaving the way to the back clear.

If they managed to escape the kitchen without further ado, Daichi would sense that the chakra signature they were trying to investigate was a bit agitated. Further probing would reveal that the agitation was from some level of excitement.

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