Get them outta here! pt 2.

Makoto spent this day staring at the trees around his village. But he didn’t have too long to marvel at the landscape, as he begun smelling smoke. His head whipped in the direction that it seemed to be coming from and he surveyed the land for one moment. Between him and whatever it was, was a giant rock wall. Determining that there was no way to establish a sightline with whatever was burning, Makoto made his way to the source, wondering exactly what it was; probably a forest fire. Focusing chakra into his feet, he scaled the wall, but was he ever so wrong.

Houses burned. A small collection, far outside Shiki and probably outside any aid from its ninja; which meant Makoto had to help. But it didn’t take long for Makoto to realize that it wasn’t at all a natural or accidental fire, as there were people lined up outside their houses with men in masks holding them at knifepoint. He wasn’t sure if any would be hurt, or if any already were. It seemed the men in masks wanted the people out of their houses so they’d be free to search the homes for… what? Valuables? The village seemed so small and poor… there was no way there was anything valuable inside.

Hidden behind a bush, Makoto pointed his fingers at the men walking around who seemed to be giving orders. They were yelling at all the other men, at least, and they seemed to be listening. Makoto would move swiftly as he used his gentle fist to attack looked like bandits, attempting to completely shut down organs. He only took out ten of them, and there seemed to be twice that amount left; but, seeing their “bosses” inexplicably hit the ground seemed to scare the hell out of them, as they all took off running. The boy thought about taking them all out, but decided there was no need, so he let them go and approached the village.

At first he looked around and made sure no one was hurt; and for the few that were, he used the basic skills he knew to use in combat in helping to dress wounds and bandages. However, before he left, a few of the men of the village approached Makoto and handed him money. While he at first refused, he felt his stomach growl and humbly accepted. Then he was off.

Mission Done::