The Amegakure Incident (Part Three)

This place was nasty. Moist, and drizzly. Fucking ice shards where better then this place. It was like some emo god had decided that he wanted his own nation to rule over. That nation happening to be the one entitled. "Amegakure." The small dingy boat seemed to move across the lake with Innocence. It was not as if there where any good reasons for the boat to be moving at this pace. It was just calm. Ouroboros didn't bring an umbrella but damn he sure felt strong here. The current from the sea was so staggering, it was like washing him away fully. e knew a storm was coming. It was a storm of blood and death. Disease and Famine. The Bijuu where here. He could feel it. Instinct gave him that much, and even threatened to take away all his morality.

Exiting the boat, Ouroboros looked around. Smirking. There was nothing around but a city off to the distance. It seemed large and inviting. As if it was tempting him to enter and take a peak around. He was going to to comply with that feeling regardless. As it was truly all he ever wanted. He knew well enough that there was going to be some shit going down, and the best way to solve and create a solution for that problem would be to destroy, and kill everyone in the way of him. All these low class idiots, all these retarded missing nin who just wanted to be free. Could one ever truly be free? No. You want freedom you have to pay the price. Free from all the pain but a slave to the economy. This was the fate of all those who where to abandon their homes.

Why did the ground have to be so fucking wet? Is what thoughts went into the mind of the man who was used to being in the water. He didn't like moist ass ground however. That shit sucked. It was annoying and really got on his damn nerves. That was for sure. But none-the-less. It would not matter much. As Ouroboros calmly walked forward. Heading in a slow sloth motion even. He started too feel the civilization come into life. Evolve and change around him as small shacks and sad looking families appeared. They all seemed sad and as if they where wastes of life, time and space. How disgusting really. These sacks of life needed to relocate their positions because they really should not be acting this way. Especially those of them who were where wearing headbands. What shinobi is a depressed worthless husk, a former shell of themselves. Wait...Sasuke. Anyway he made it to the city finally.

Onward. The contact had to be around here somewhere. But damn. This city was rare looking. Even back in the highly, highly, revolutionized Yukigakure there where not buildings, constructs of this magnitude and proportion. This was interesting really. For about five seconds. Things where getting boring to look at. Clearly there was more to what was going on then what was being said. But hot damn. Something about this village was off. The purple clouds where the biggest tip off anyway. Who in the hell makes purple clouds. Glowing, purple, clouds. It was an outrage. A travesty. Fucking irritating is what it is. How deliciously depressing. It would not matter in the long run. It was time for new things to happen. New chapters to unfold in history. That was infact the great meaning of life. Or at least that was the bullshit that Ouroboros was thinking in his head.

Time was beginning to run out for the group of Swordsmen. They would need to reach there contractor in an acceptable amount of time, otherwise it would prove difficult to gain the sort of monetary prize they where hoping to secure by heading towards this endeavor in the land of rain. There where many opportunities to gain stature, fame, and glory in this village. But they where not here for that honky dory shit. It was all about the simplistic, the absolute. Getting pussy, getting money, and getting respect. That ultimately was the main goal of the swordsman in Yukigakure.

As they headed into the town, it was clear now the entrance to the tower. But what would be the point of heading into it. It was certainly a trap of some kind. Constructed by those maniacal bastards who seemed to be holding refuge in the village. What where they called again? Oh yeah, The Rin Hado Clan. They where the ones responsible for the Genjutsu that was over the town. Perhaps this was some sort of hint for the two men who held the fabled weapons in their possession. It was obvious now the goal of the mission here.

The people behind this entire ordeal, the ones who made themselves a force in Amegakure. They where here, but for what reason? It was a set up. There would be no contact, but the two Swordsman didn't know that. Not at first. They would have to be god to know exactly what was waiting at the top of the tower. Ouroboros didn't, and it was probably safe to say that Exodus didn't know either. Which made this all the better. When it was time for certain tasks to be accomplished, who better to succeed at them then the snake brothers.

The snake brothers was the appropriate term for these two men. Each one did have a quality of a snake. That was certainly a fact. Ouroboros both by name, power and habit, and the same went for Exodus, except for his name of course. Regardless of what similarities they held, these two where the snakes of the mist. The poison fangs. Those two few who had worked hard to achieve what many others would not think achievable. The ability to be that warm blooded reptile. With the eight branches technique now in the hands of Ouroboros, they where gods literally.

So they didn't need to exercise caution of any sorts. What reason would they have to do such a thing. It would be a waste of time. Completely useless to the cause. These two men where more then enough to bring this entire village to its knees. That was a fact. Upon taking a step onto the lowest stair, Ouroboros began to scale the massive construct. Making his way to the top with nothing more then a little bit of determination. That was a factual thing indeed. The process to getting to the head of this tower was staggering truly.

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The very ground they walked on trembled with fear beneath their feet. The rain village was damp and was simply in a state of depression. The wandering eyes of Exodus took note of the little things around him. At this point they didn't see a need to exercise any real caution at all. However, Exodus was always vigilant and will always remain wary. Exodus kept on moving, carefully tagging along behind Ouroboros. The mask on his face painting different pictures, quite the important pictures too. The man was an artist at work, clouds, men, women, little children and animals were all accounted for, at least those that Exodus could see. The Shinobi's imagination ran a little wild, as thoughts of woman and killing old men plagued his mind. The paintings on the mask of the viper changed and painted a grin of the known unknown on it. The buildings and the little shacks were but a minor distraction for the Shinobi. In truth, Exodus would much rather visit a brothel and find himself geisha for the player. But there was no such thing in this town, and as a result the Kaguya was disappointed in what he was seeing. The idea of sight seeing no longer appealed him, not at this precise moment. But all of that would change in the future, in exactly. Five, four, three, two and action, which caused a reaction. Exodus thought he had seen a pussy cat, one that was sexy enough to see the cobra in his trousers rise to the occasion. The mask painted pictures of the Shinobi blinking in excitement, and had it not been for the mission, Exodus would have left Ouroboros side already. Women, they will surely be the death of the Shinobi. But not in this life and not at this moment in time. The man was far too focused on the task at hand, and unfortunately for the enemy. Exodus was not in the mood for playing around at all. The weather was starting to changed drastically now. Just what the hell was going on in the world? The sudden changes in the weather patterns was now a worry for a the Shinobi. Just what was causing all of this? The rain village is known for its rainy weather patterns. The desert of Sunagkure will always be hot and should always remain so. Konoha was fairly sunny too, mainly tropical for the most part. Kirigakure was known for its misty ways and often chilling weather. No need to mention the hidden cloud village and the rock village. But why was it that all these different nations were experiencing the same thing? Is there no such thing as individuality any more? Exodus was hating this for some reason, the lack of variety was the number one killer and leading cause of boredom. Exodus however tried not to pay too much attention to this at all. The man was now a few steps behind Ouroboros, following the Shinobi where ever he went. Shinja-ken might just come in handy at some point too.

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