- Clash Info:
- Name: Battle for the package (Solo)
Participants: Moon Village, Sun Village, Missing Ninja
Type: Solo Clash
Reward:-C-Rank v C-Rank: Winner gets 30 EXP Loser gets 10 EXP
Details: This clash is over a very important set of documents or a package. One individual is in possession of an item, such as an envelope, box, bag or some other kind of object. Their objective is to protect the item before its owner or back up arrives. The other participants goal is to steal or destroy the item. They can either knock out their opponent, take it off of their opponent, or destroy the item. If they are unable to take the item before the time limit is over, back up will arrive for their enemy and the clash will end.
Requirements: The parameters of the item must be detailed in the first post by the defender. The defender has 30 post to defend the item, if they knock out the enemy or get to 30 post, they win. The attacker must knock out the defender or destroy what they are defending within 30 post.
There were plenty of stalls in this Night Market. Kannagi wasn't usually out so late as this, the time close to midnight and a bright moon shining in the sky had caught her eyes. She stared at it and yawned, admiring its beauty before moving on. The reason the shinobi had come to this Night Market was because she had heard they sold nearly anything. Kannagi was impressed by the luxurious amounts of goods each shop held. There were many shops with kimono and yukata of every kind of fabric, shade and design. She wasn't usually interested in purchasing items for frivolity, but in leaving her family so briskly, there were many things she had left without. She had a tiny wardrobe and not a single piece of traditional or elegant garb for festivals or events. It was a natural place to seek something out that would be unlike anything she had ever seen before. When her blue eyes were cast upon a shop with cotton yukata, perfect for the summer, which made them perfect for the Sun village, the Irezumi woman had to explore and examine all of the options. In her due diligence, Kannagi unveiled a well made yukata of gold fabric. To her surprise the edges of the yukata and the sleeves had a bit of sparkle to them, selling an elegance without losing the comfort of a casual kimono style. The pattern was handpainted, flying white cranes with green and pink ribbons in the wake of their silent flight. She stroked the fabric with her left hand admiring it until the shop keeper addressed her in a friendly manner. The old woman urged for her to try it on so with care and switching her skirt around to wear the yukata properly, Kannagi had decided. Even before the teal obi was tied about her torso and twisted into a traditional bow upon her back, she knew it was the one she would purchase.
Dressed in this new and beautiful garment, Kannagi continued to wander the other shops. She found shining brooches with red jewels, strangely similar and foreboding to see, reminding her of the mission in the mire. Kannagi had stopped to try a cup of warm sake and a bowl of spicy ramen. She felt warm from the inside out. This place was one of the most magnificent markets that she had ever seen. Like an exhale, the wind moved around the people in the market and pink petals tornadoed past her and towards a shop with thick velvet curtains. With a shrug, she took it as a sign to see this shop which no doubt held wonders like all the rest. Her eyes counted rows of small animal skulls painted with gold, thick baubles to be worn in the ears like crowns for the ear lobes of the rich and vain, and finally small boxes carved from wood and lined with soft woven velvet. Her curiosity peaked and she drifted towards the boxes, opening them with a nervous excitement. Boxes this beautiful had to contain something truly special. What she saw when she opened the first box took her breath away. Her jaw dropped and the shopkeeper, a fat man with a tin beard smirked at her. "Never seen anything like that before have you miss?"
Kannagi almost dropped the box, recovering quickly and returning it to his table. She opened the next box, and the next, seeing about six boxes of varying design before her. Each held something that grew the pit more and more inside of her stomach until it became a lump all the way up to her throat. The blue haired woman swallowed hard and asked slowly, "Where did you get these?" Her voice was laced with an undetectable poison, only those who knew her would have been able to catch on. The man had intuition enough to smile even broader, sensing something was up, hoping for a very large purchase. "Normally they are 100 ryo a piece, but I'll give you all 6 trinkets without the boxes for just 500. They come all the way from the desert and the plains. Long distance creates larger fees for this sort of finery."
Kannagi bit her tongue so hard it almost bled as she tried to control her anger. In each box was an Irezumi family relic. Gifted down from mothers to daughters, an animal spirit token, a totem of a guardian to ensure their safety. As real as any religion's beliefs, this tradition was most sacred to the Irezumi women. Each woman attained one at marriage from her mother, a promise to remember where she came from and draw the power from the animal to guide her own new family; A crane for grace, an elephant for wisdom, a dog for loyalty, a snake for intelligence, and a horse for love. Each made hand carved from stone or shell, hardened by clay or shining with layers of crystal, these relics were imbued with spiritual power and presence, gifted with everything a mother could gift. Kannagi had never gotten one but she knew that losing a relic, losing your spiritual guardian, it was like losing a member of your family. The pain of these unknown women was palpable to the blue haired female.
Not a single Irezumi woman would have given these items up. She collected all six in her hand, cradling them carefully as she fought the tears in her eyes. "So what do you say?" The shop keeper asked, suspiciously watching her. Kannagi felt rather than saw the eyes of two other men nearby watching her, perhaps guards concerned she might start trouble. Kannagi hadn't been left a choice in the matter, regardless of what happened to her now. She closed her hand tight and then looked up at the shopkeeper, "I don't carry much money as that. I live simply, like those of the Irezumi family." The shopkeeper tensed and came around the stall to face her, "And I don't want any trouble. If you ain't buying, you need to place those back on the table. They're mine." Kannagi shook her closed hand at him, blue fire in her blue eyes, "They belong to the Irezumi women. These were stolen. I'm going to return them to their rightful owners." Be grateful I haven't arrested you myself, she thought Kannagi dipped her hand into her top and placed the six items securely beside her breast.
The shopkeeper looked livid, and he hadn't even needed to respond or snap his fingers; the two guards from before drew out katanas and headed for her with stern tones of voice and dark eyes. "You'll have one more chance to return those. Give them back and you may leave unharmed. Try to fight and you will be imprisoned. Don't make this worse for yourself, little girl." Kannagi's lips twinged to the side, her anger growing. "Excuse me?" She said, placing her hands into a single handseal. The kunoichi didn't do anything, no jutsu or powers sprang out, but the guards paused staring at her. "I am Kannagi. This man is a thief. This woman is not a little girl. I am a shinobi of Nikkousato and I assure you, I have righteous claim. Lower your weapons or indeed, there will be hell to pay." At the sight of her stance and the guards weapons, people started to clear out and away from them. Chatter increased in the market and crowds began to form, pointing and staring at the development in their usually uneventful eveninings.