Pork anyone? [C rank Mission]

Mission:

Enslaved to the village, it was a Hanagakure militants duty to protect the peace, and this included the mere crappy quests. From house cleaning to cave clearing, The modern day shinobi was a slave to the system, and this fucking pissed off Xylo something chronic. And it was easy to see as it was written all over his face, as his posture was quite bent as he strolled through the forests that surrounded his village. He simply had no adoration for these tree's, it was so simple in fact the only reason he didn't like these trees was that they didn't have the same affect cherry blossoms did on himself. Cherry blossoms were truly his favourite, weirdly enough he loved the colour pink. For it was truly an absurd color to have on a tree. It was out of the usual and stole attention from its surroundings. It was truly a natural master piece.

Walking through the forest acting almost lost as the environment looked the same throughout, he would stumble upon footprints embedded within mud. A grin would widen across Xylo's lips as he was made fully aware of what these tracks meant. His hunt was finally over, he could hear low grunting bellowing across the forests, peering over the tree affront him, he would notice a boar in need of roasting. A low grumble would echo through Xylo's body as the thought of bacon rashers and pork vindaloo would ponder and warp within his mind.

Fuck it, the pigs mine.

His legs would begin to bend allowing a crouched position to manoeuvre. Without a moments notice his legs would spring open, thrusting his body forward onto the boar, his right hand which had delved within the cotton confines in his pants would reveal a sharp black kunai knife, and given the momentum at which he was traveling, Xylo would slash outward at the boar, slicing through the short herbivore's body. A feeling of accomplishment would flood through his mind as he pondered on how to cook the boar. However, little did he know, that this wasn't the end, as red eyes would gleam from the shadows.


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Am I really being outsmarted?

Crimson gleaming eyes much like his own would trigger disbelief to spread like an infection through his mind. Countless gleaming eyes would stare at Xylo, which would allow him to plan out his actions as they began to bide their time in wait of what Xylo would do next. But he would stand completely still atop a lifeless boar, whilst his crimson hued lenses would pan around him, counting the eyes he could see by twos so that he could get a better estimate of how many he was dealing with. You see, this is where Xylo truly thrives. When a mouse is cornered by a swarm of cats, it's survival instincts kick in, and thought should generally flow. 8 boars would be counted in total, all within 180 degrees affront the Sargent Hanagakure militant. His eyes would allow his brain to ponder as their size would be much larger than the one he had just executed due to the eyes that he could so easily see gleam from a much higher. Their position was about 7 meters, enough time for them to gain momentum to cleave his head from his shoulders.

So a decision had to be made, and Xylo had chosen, already equipped with a Kunai in his right hand, would swiftly point toward his own chest before jerking his arm toward the one of the boars, releasing the sharp tool from his grip at an astonishing speed. Within the instant the Kunai was thrown the boars would begin to sprint forward upon Xylo, sending their weight affront them with each step thus gaining momentum and speed within and instant. The kunai that was thrown which if struck the boar it was meant for would be easily deflected by meter long tusks. A jolt of adrenaline would surge through Xylo's body as a deep admiration for the adaptation the beasts evolved into was truly remarkable. He was only seconds away from being pummelled, so what choice did he have? Of course it was misdirection.

A mental note was prepared, their heights and location was to be precise for his plan to work. Chakra would knead within his lungs as he would instantly exhale, expelling confetti swiftly across the the landscape, do his dismay the boars would continue rushing, but blindly. This was something he would take advantage of, as the confetti would cloud 10m around Xylo, not the full potential of his jutsu, however it was all he needed and admittedly all he could do with such a short time to react. In a single moment his arms would reach from behind his back, before revealing 4 shuriken, whilst concentrating chakra amidst his hands allowing chakra to peel into four paper shrunken. Now having eight shuriken, and knowing at which angles the boars were sprinting at him before his confetti cloud and obscured his and the beasts vision, he would swiftly launch all eight shuriken. Each shuriken would aim directly at boar he had previously taken note on, or to be more precise, for their foreheads. For it was common knowledge that boars had a thick skull, however their brains are well pressed against their forehead.

Squeals would wail from eight directions as the sounds of dropping bodies would soon follow, the previously expelled confetti would begin to fall, leaving a white floor with nine boar lifeless bodies laying at Xylo's feet. His attack had succeeded, however he was lucky, as a second later or a centimetre off, and Xylo would not be alive. It was time to carve the boars and head home, but before that... a celebratory cigarette was in order.


Wordcount:613 + 365 = 978