When the comforts of civilization begin to dull our senses, we must never forget that in the beginning, there was war. And war. And more war. Long before there were empires, there were humans consumed with greed and the hunger for power. Resources, territories, information—these were the forms of sustenance upon which we preyed. Today, we call such habits vices. Oh, how arrogant we have become! Are we not still impelled by those primordial emotions? Is the advent of war so far-fetched? But alas, for you to truly understand, we must dive deeper into this land’s half-forgotten past.
There was a time when might was the only law that humankind knew. Fearsome clans roamed throughout the land, seeking amenable grounds within which they could take root and opposing forces against whom they could test their mettle. Given the irregularity of nature’s bounty, certain regions appealed more than others, and dominion over such coveted territories became the spark that ignited the earliest inter-clan wars. These fierce, internecine affairs tended to conclude only when one side had decimated their competition into oblivion, and many clans of story were rendered extinct during this period.
The victors of war, having claimed their territories, often made truces with surrounding locals, offering protection in exchange for access to the yields of agriculture. Over time, certain communities emerged as more dominant than others, either due to numbers or sheer talent, and their rapid expansion would force smaller, neighboring communities to either collapse into their fold or be devastated. When the dust settled, humankind found itself divided into the five major territories that we are familiar with today. And was the bloodshed over? With our lands obtained and our bellies filled, were we finally content?
06/01/2023 June is for Juggin
We made it y’all, another month of OTA, and fresh off the press we have another promotion ready. Leaving behind the opening bonus sadly, we welcome the jugggggg! June is for juggin AKA working hard, so we are making it a double rewards month for every mission completed! Yes we said it's double rewards, now you all can really get into the thick of those builds if you work hard enough. And who knows what you might uncover in the process. AND all jobs are free to enroll no quest EXCEPT ANBU(Black Ops) roles.
It hadn’t been long since my debacle at the Hyuuga compound, which meant a lot of my current assignments would most likely be monotonous and boring, with little to no danger factor whatsoever. I suspected they wanted to insulate me after I crippled what turned out to be one of the clan head’s nephews, in what was deemed an excessive and irrational use of force. And so here I was, investigating a suspected illegal medical ring perpetrating potential hazardous ingredients in order to create bootleg products to sell on the black market for half the cost sold at reputable sources.
Well, there certainly was a reason for the price difference. Medical shinobi are not just talented with the use of their chakra for the sake of restoration. We also are trained in the proper use of chemicals and items involved in the healing process. By default, this means that knowledge guarantees safe products that are effective are available. This was not something these criminals care at all for. And while the only relation a person of my statue had with this mission was the medical side, I had grown quite curious. I wanted to see just what materials were being used. Call it a hunch about something.
And so, after perusing the dossier for the mission, I was headed off towards the group’s suspected area of operations. They were not deemed to be particularly dangerous, reduced to common street criminals. If that didn't feel like a slap in the face, nothing did. But petty or not, one could not hide the truth that these underlings were being managed by a careful, potent, and worse of all, hidden hand.
Someone with the know-how to pull of the market flooding, production and distribution, could pose a serious threat down the line. And so, keeping this in mind, I would place my focus on baiting these common criminals into revealing their source. Force was not necessary. There mere used of tactfulness would be sufficient in solving this caper. And it would be in that very measured approach that a new truth would show its face to me.
Contraband - Part 1 Rank: C Repeatable: Yes Description: One of the goals of the Hidden Mist is to provide an inhabitable, forthcoming environment for its citizens. To birth the notion that all can walk through the streets without the fear of conflict and criminal transgression; however not every citizen feels such a way. Word has spread and eventually got back to the Mizukage himself which talks of a young man whose name is unknown; his crime—the illegal distribution of pharmaceutics. While small scale in comparison to other larger affairs, this, if unattended to, could become the gateway for more illicit acts of the same crime and ultimately spread like a potent virus. Your mission is to find information about this name’s whereabouts and bring him to justice. Death will NOT be acceptable.
The entire operation was actually rather slow-running, with undetected surveillance taking place for weeks. The spying part was of no issue, as my optical gift allowed me to stroll around the village and find out anything I needed to without any resistance. But it was the time. It didn’t take me long to identify the port of entry for the illicit items, the distribution network it had – which included the illicit manufacturer, as well as their clients – and the notable figures discovered to be involved in the scheme. You see, it would make no sense to bust a street level criminal involved in this enterprise. No…I was interested in the top dog.
And so, with much reluctance and chagrin, I engaged in my own form of espionage. Truth be told, as a successful medical shinobi and one that aspired to run his own lab one day, connections like these could prove essential. If I could destroy my competition and snatch up their distribution enterprise, but make it equitable, safe, and profitable, I could achieve what I wanted in a much shorter time. And so I embarked on my journey to find the first lackey that would flip for me. My area of interest? What the materials were, and where were they getting them from.
The office of the Mizukage;’s main concern was the potential for comingling incompatible substances that would either result in unpleasant viral exposures, radiation, or some form of unwanted explosion – or implosion! I was here to make sure that was not the case. But little did I know that once I encountered my mark – interviewed subjects described him as small, skinny, and with bright crimson streaks at the end of their unkempt hair – a whole new world of inquiry would be presented before me. It had been a whole month of investigation.
I was set before my targets, Byakugan revealing everything as usual. This was their biggest drop yet, and as such, the one I chose to crash.
After weeks of surveillance, I was prepared to bust this entire operation. Considering their basic nature, such a claim was not unfounded, especially in the face of so many weak opponents. But once more I had to remind myself this had nothing to do with power – at least not the physical kind. I had taken the time to track down the clandestine medical network that had been established, but rather than prepare for its shut down as its basic ass deserved, ‘C’ ranked orders entailed, I was making this my own. I was a Jounin, after all. I was a big boy. I had big nuts. Let’s let them swing.
By seizing control of this operation, I would find myself one step closer to establishing my own private clinic. You see, I was eager to prepare a medically twisted paradise, where scientific dreams and nightmares are entertained. Ultimately, if successful, the future of Kiri’s power could be unlocked. Unfortunately, within these times where all fire was ceased, old ideologies like the “bloody mist” was no longer tolerated, more in favor of peaceful ventures that aligned with the harmony that the shinobi world was currently enjoying. Well, much like Mochizuki, peace was bullshit. It was time to do things my way.
A large vessel was used to bring forth a plethora of items, most wrapped in medical caution tape, as observed by my haunted sight. Large swathes of people came forth from both sides, their jobs involving inspecting product, ensuring authenticity, and most importantly, providing security. Then again, there wasn’t much to defend against when it came to the Fist of Legend. Simply put, my punishment was absolute. In the end, I had let them get away with everything they had thus far only because I wanted to. But now, it was time to teach them the way - my way. It was the path penance walked.
Out of the darkness I emerged, chakra-ridden, slightly buzzed, cocky, and hey, what the hell, let’s add horny to the list. In the end, something had to blow.
Their version of security was quite simply put, pathetic. But then again, what did I expect in the form of resistance? With such a low ranking mission, it was hardly an expectation to encounter evil at its peak. Hence was the reason for my reservations when I first undertook this task! But still, given the swirling rush of pleasure coursing through my veins as a result of my illicit ingestions and ill will, the deepest dredges of my dreadful soul would still yearn for something. Anything! Just ONE thing! But alas, it only took two or three “brave” guards charging at me once I revealed myself, their limbs snapping in unsavory tones as they dared near me, before the rest of the pack tucked its tail. The party had suddenly stopped. Now, in complete and undeniable silence, they stared on towards my visage, wide eyed, fear welling in and coming forth in the form of tears.
"Find Potential, Even If You Have To Make It Yourself"
To say the group’s base of operations was…lacking, was most certainly an understatement. The building itself was large, yes, but also extremely dilapidated. It resided within an unsavory part of the village, where criminality goes hand in hand with the corruption. At my rank, I had certainly heard stories of the ons and goings within what had been dubbed as “Rukongai”. It was a locally made term, for sure, as all of this was Kiri – as such, they all bowed down to one man. But there were reasons this illicit existence was allowed to continue. Did it compliment the image of the “bloody mist”? Were there officials higher than imagined profiting from some intricate operation that in the end benefited them? Who knew. Truth be told, I never really cared. But now that I’ve been forced to deal with such trivial missions and matters, I might as well make the best of it. At this time, the doors to the doomed and failed kingdom would open. I can only imagine who I’d meet on the other side.
