Five ravens, three dragonflies, and an octopus searched the village in broad daylight in pursuit of the Jugo clansman. While his clone remained still atop a hill to control the ravens, Saturn scoured the streets on foot. He had not been able to spend enough time with the towering visitor to memorize his signature. Thus, he could only vaguely sense the man's presence in the streets of Kumogakure. Even worse, he seemed to be moving around quite a bit. He could not ascertain that the gates had been infiltrated as he did not see the visitor once he disappeared in a flash of blue light at the entrance while he was on guard duty. After their brief interaction however, he had a strong gut feeling that he knew the man well enough to arrive at the conclusion that he had probably taken the privilege of venturing into the village. Although this would not usually pose a problem as most visitors were harmless - the local bandits were routinely more troublesome - the incident had taken place while this particularly driven Genin was on guard duty. If the Raikage hears about this, I could lose my hand, or worse, a cut of my weekly pay! He thought to himself as he ran uphill. Although neither the Twelfth nor the Eleventh had ever made such a threat to Saturn directly, he had heard tales about the various punishments suffered by those who failed to meet the mark in terms of duty and etiquette. He had to get to the man who had duped him before word could get out to the authorities that Saturn Sentobi had been bamboozled at the gates.

 The Genin finally caught sight of the culprit when one of the five ravens in his mind's possession flew over the Hot Springs. Although he himself was on the other side of the village, he quickly found Yanyanma, the fastest of the dragonflies that he had summoned to help him in his search. After relieving Aka Manto and Nokocchi of their duties, he mounted the 15 meter long insect dragon. Some of the very same ravens whose cages, feet and droppings that he had routinely scrubbed as part of his duties as Genin guided him and his mount overhead, leading him through the fastest route to the beloved hot springs. When he reached, the site was rather empty. Although it was a cold day, it was hot by Kumon standards. Fucking tourist bastard! Of course he came here in this hot afternoon Sun. Saturn thought to himself as he peered down at the culprit. He descended from his mount, atop a cliff no less than 20 meters above and away from the infiltrator.

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“Empty your pockets, and 'money pouch' — put everything on the ground.”


He had briefly imitated the robotic voice in which the visitor had spoke,

"That's what you sound like."

Saturn retorted from atop the sloped hill, still 20 meters above and another 20 meters away from the visitor. He had never descended from the hill, only from his dragonfly which seemed nowhere in sight. He stepped back by another three meters to be sure. After this, he would be roughly 30 meters away from the guest.

"Money pouch? Why'd you say it like that?"

Saturn had not been inclined to carry a money pouch on him in a long time. He used his Storage Displacement to keep his valuable belongings. He discovered the technique when he was looking for a solution to avoid building up clutter in his bachelor pad along with his growing list of assets.

Spit splattered from his mouth as he continued, swinging his Pirate Cutlass up to point it towards the man in one swift motion*. Internal Affairs would not take a gate breach lightly. He was going to put himself in trouble by sending out a signal and admitting to his shortcoming in protecting the village at the gate, but his own honor had no bearing to the safety of the villagers.

"That's real cute, but I ain't your daddy, and you didn't just step out of his hot tub either."

He now appeared more alert, his eyes wide open**. He waved the sword from left to right, appearing to make minute adjustments to place the image of the visitor at the edge of his cutlass***. He was cool as a cucumber, but the same could not be said for his familiar, who disguised as his knit cap wobbled on his head. Fighting, eggs, himself, death, disrespect towards the elderly, hornets, cats, bullies. Saturn recited in his mind some of the visitor's pet peeves that he had learned during their first encounter. He tried to deduce anything he could about the man, but he was drawing blanks. Instead, he would think actively about his dislikes to send bad vibes in his direction. He took a gamble with his next choice of words,

"I see you took the liberty of taking a shower. The coroner won't dread handling your body."

With those words,  a fierce, cutting blade of chakra would fire off the edge of Saturn's weapon****. The tip of his pointy cutlass would seem to glow as a chakra extension of its edge rapidly accelerates 50 meters towards the pink haired visitor to stab him - 30 odd meters to close the sloped distance at first, and then longer if need be - at a speed and power of 210.

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"NANI?!" He was flabbergasted. Saturn looked down at his limp cutlass, no matter how hard he tried, it would not extend. He stabbed the air a few times trying to get it to do its thing, but to no avail. "Shit.." He cussed, pointing his index finger out at the guest as if to say 'give me a minute' while he thrust his cutlass. After a few strokes, he gave up.

Huh? He winced and his face took a pale ghostly complexion  when the visitor made his next comment. It was worth reconsidering his course of actions if the visitor's claim were true. The young shinobi could be in a world of trouble, all for his unyielding loyalty to the Cloud. It would be a frustrating situation. "Bullshit!" He called the man out on his claim, pointing at him. Although his Mind's Eye of the Kagura told him that the man was telling the truth, he did not want to believe him. "Prove it."

"Shit. You're telling the truth." 

Saturn came to a sobering realization. Mind's Eye of the Kagura had helped guide his judgment. He looked around for any signs of the special forces to whom he had sent out a distress signal when he waved his sword, but they did not seem to be coming to his aid. His face and chakra signature were already exposed. Someone had to account for the incident, and when the record would be set straight, all fingers would point to the ninja in cyan. All paths led down the same road for the fortuneteller. There was only one place left to go. He walked up to the guest, and looked at his drink then tsked before swigging on his own dark rum from his stainless steel flask. He was going to need it where he was going. "Tch, of course I knew that," He said unconvincingly.

"Look, all I've got is this Jar of Dirt, alright?" He tried to negotiate as they walked together, pulling out a jar from his jacket, "It ain't much, but it reminds me of a very special place close to my heart. You can have it for free if you put in a kind word for me when we get there."

EXIT;

WC: 210