There were three mercenaries roaming the one of many living rooms of the mansion. This was a problematic situation as the two were back to back and were scanning the area quite thoroughly while heading towards the door. Right as the magician felt like she was getting the basic idea of the situation one of the men separated and went through the door on the northern side of the room – completely in the opposite direction to both the exit where the kids went and the room where Hanada was held in. What could he have been up to? What exactly could’ve been the big plan of these men?
There were so many unknowns in this situation, Mana didn’t know the degree of preparation that these men had, the very fact that they decided to pull something like this inside one of the most powerful ninja villages of the world was mind blowing by itself. They most likely planned to teach Hanada a lesson leaving him dead or heavily injured, rob his home leaving the man without as much as a ryo in his pocket and just disappear in the Fire Country forests, maybe move to another Country to live their days as newly made men.
Even with all the newfound heroism the genin felt quite hesitant to face off against the mercenaries, even one of them proved to be tough enough to barely be hurt by her blows, she needed to utilize heavy objects and play dirty if she was to take them down, fighting against even one of them was a gamble and those guys were as close to each other as husband and wife. If Mana as far as peeked to attack one of them from behind trying to utilize her element of surprise the other one would spot her near instantly.
“What was that sound? Is that Zanmaru? Holy shit, what happened, did ninja already find us out?” one of the mercenaries shouted out finally spotting his knocked out ally for the day. Mercenaries had no sense of loyalty, they weren’t friends, they were just in it for the money and one wouldn’t have been wrong to assume that these men had no sadness to spare for what happened to their friend. Growing up and learning to survive outside the village walls makes one only look out for themselves, adapt and survive, bonds to these men were a weakness, the only occasion for them to work together is when they need to satisfy their hunting instinct by hunting for money in a pack.
“No, no way, Bakku said that unless we make it publically known that shit is going down here no ninja will notice, no one should’ve noticed anything until we set this thing on fire, this has to be one of the kids… Still, how the hell…” the other one still tried to wrap his head around just how some kids managed to knock out a skilled mercenary. “Kids are scared little buggers, they probably ran off the first chance they got after taking out Zan, damn that guy, I’m almost tempted to draw something on his face right now…” the first mercenary replied crouching down to his downed fellow.
Mana slowly creeped around the couch, letting herself remain unseen as she observed the scene, the slim and puny hand of the girl reached up to remove a bust of the owner of the house that was located on the table. It was about time that the self-adoration of Hanada Katsuo finally served a noble purpose… Mana was careful to remain unseen as she tossed the stone head at one of the mercenaries, sadly her horrible aim let itself be known, instead of hitting the man in the head the stone hit him in the upper back making a painful wound but probably not a very effective one. The man cursed and fell on the floor, scratching the aching area and cursing profanities the likes of which the young magician had never heard before.
“You little brat!” the friend of the injured merc shouted out while charging at Mana, this was bad, situation like this called for the genin to use some more chakra because there was no way to get out of this unscathed otherwise. Luckily enough the girl’s hands were quick enough to weave some seals before the brute got too close, she managed to make the seals, the man pulled out a knife. The blade of the damned thing was amazing, possibly large enough to cut entire limbs off with just a swipe, certainly very unlike the light and shallow cutting kunai that ninja used.
Mana struggled to get eye contact with the bandit, she needed that to set off her technique, the man jumped forward thrusting with the knife as if it was a longsword. Honestly he couldn’t be blamed for such a lackluster knife-fighting style, his range was still superior to that of the unarmed girl, he was quite enraged and willing to kill. The man’s knife impaled the young magician and the brute kept running with the powerless body of the girl for a while slamming her lifeless body to the wall. He lost control as he started punching her and laughing to himself.
That was the version of events that the man saw, luckily enough the genin managed to get eye contact with him in time and move to the side, had the man retained all of his awareness he may have tried to swipe sideways but now he just kept running forward believing to have impaled his enemy. “Hey, what the hell are you doing, she’s right behind you, you idiot!” the still incapacitated mercenary yelled out to his friend, to be honest, the two were quite justified in not seeing genjutsu coming – it was a rare craft for someone to wield and even rarer to be inside a genin’s arsenal.
Genjutsu were complicated techniques, they took a lot of chakra and they took the magician her entire, yet at the moment quite short, lifetime to make. Coming up with ideas was difficult enough, researching textbooks about human brain to know the centers which needed to be affected by chakra only added to it. They may have been a surprise weapon, they may have been effective techniques but… A single genjutsu technique drained almost half of the usable chakra that Mana had at that moment, the girl was already breathing heavily and her movements started feeling slower and sloppy, it felt like she just ran several laps in seconds. Single technique giving her just mere moments strained her body so much.
The kunoichi didn’t wait too long for the merc to recover from the illusion, he may have seen what he saw and heard what he heard but he must’ve heard his buddy’s reaction, Mana’s foot was quick enough to target the back of the man’s knee forcing him on the knees and her arms quickly slammed the man’s head into the wall he was so kind to get close to. She tried her best but she wasn’t sure if she knocked the man out – she may have been trained for almost five years to be efficient in combat and stealth but she still was just a teenage girl. Despite the fears of the magician the man looked like he was out cold, Mana looked at the downed mercenary, he struggled to move but it didn’t look like he could – maybe she hit a sensitive spot in his back. The genin almost instantly started to feel bad, she didn’t want to injure these men so much, what if she incapacitated the man for life?
Loud yells of Hanada from the other room signaled to the girl that this was no time at all to wonder about those things. She had to get in there and save Hanada even if she was quite tempted to hit him with something for what he brought on his family. His child, his wife, the friends of his family could’ve been killed because he was too greedy to pay some mercenaries that always took things too seriously. The girl’s chest inflated as she drew a deep breath – she was still afraid and tired but she had to move, she had to go in there, what if the men inside the room had heard what happened here and became desperate to finish their job quickly? Mana had no luxury of time, ironic when luxury was all that surrounded her at that moment…
Slowly, still with shaking hands the kid opened the door and finally got to see the situation in the room. Good news were that Hanada, while messed up and tied to a chair, was alive and in a pretty good condition, there was also just one man inside the room which meant that Mana had to only get lucky one more time, that wasn’t too much to ask for, right? The bad part was that the man who had his foot up on Hanada’s chest as he kicked the chair down and held a knife up in the air was one of the biggest and coolest looking guys that Mana had ever seen. He had short and greasy dark hair that were messy enough to make his gas mask covered face look scary. The man wore a similar vest to that of a Konohagakure ninja but if Mana’s memory from the Academy days served it was that of a Kumogakure ninja but no band suggested that this man looted it off of one or bought it from the black market.
“Well, girl, you have newfound respect from my side, taking on big boys like us requires balls. Now just be a good girl and bugger off.” the man spoke to Mana without bothering to even look at her, he kept his gasmask googles focused on Hanada’s beaten face and kept a firm grip on that knife, ready to plunge it wherever it needed to go to cause the man pain. Once more the girl breathed in and out, not being considered worthy to be even looked at by one’s enemy felt degrading. “I’m about to risk my life to save a man who I shall strangle myself later. Well done, you…” she spoke to herself under her own nose as she took one more step forward.
Almost instantly, the very same moment her foot was set down forward the gigantic leader of the mercenary pack threw the knife at her, he wasn’t fast enough for Mana not to lean to the side but he followed up his throw with a rush at her, the girl had no other option but to jump over some furniture and roll sideways, she wanted to counterattack but the momentum that the man forced her to build up with a double attack didn’t give her that option. The only thing left for Mana to do was to stand back up as the man pulled his knife out of the wall. The blade went in deep, maybe all the way through the wooden wall but the tip looked bent somewhat. That gave Mana an idea about how to bring this goliath down.
“I suppose letting me punch Hanada-san is out of the…” the genin opened her mouth again as the man turned sideways and tossed the knife again, that was what she wanted this time. With full knowledge of the man’s follow up attack and the bent tip of the knife, the girl didn’t follow up the same course of action, she leapt sideways with a small hop and watched as the knife didn’t cut into the wall, but instead bounced off of the small stone surface of the western wall of the room. This time it was Mana’s own hand that caught the knife and swung it at the lower side of the man’s leg as he passed by her, ducking to dodge his punch that would’ve probably killed her outright.
A powerful resistance of the man’s muscular leg suggested that Mana’s attack was successful, some blood shot out as a deep gash opened on the man’s leg however he didn’t even flinch, instead the back of his hand slapped Mana back, the girl was too surprised by lack of reaction from the man’s side to duck, plus the size of the man’s palm was just too big to dodge in such short span of time. The genin’s body was flung backwards by the force, she actually hit a couch and flipped over with it, it somewhat softened the impact, had the kunoichi hit a wall she may have been out and probably would’ve never woken up. Mana’s head lifted up spontaneously to observe the man’s follow up attack.
Instead of rushing at her or trying to toss the knife again he was looking at the crumbling blade of the tool – the force of impact from before as it hit the wall caused the knife a lot of shock and the follow up cut must’ve added up to it, also, who knew what kind of battles the weapon had already been through. The man’s refusal to gloat or speak sort of scared the magician, he tossed the knife aside and instead decided to walk up to the girl and to just punch her out himself. He didn’t take too much time, he obviously was not enjoying this and wanted it over with. Had Mana seen the man’s eyes any better her impression would’ve been strengthened – it was obvious that he had seen many battles and murdering his enemies was a routine to him before he started working as a bodyguard.
The man approached Mana but then stopped in shock – he didn’t notice the katana in the girl’s hand before he already was too close. It was a weapon which was on Hanada’s wall and was forced down by all the ruckus, the genin just happened to find it on accident. The fact that he was so close to being killed forced the mercenary leader to freeze – this was supposed to be it, Mana could’ve just made a strong cutting motion holding the handle and forced the sheathe off, it was just matter of time from there… But that was not Mana’s way. The girl did not remove the sheathe, she just swung the whole thing targeting the injured leg of the mercenary, as the tough oaken sheathe with cold steel inside collided with the man’s bone it wasn’t even close to being a fair match.
The merc yelled out loud as he fell on one knee, Mana quickly jumped up and started hitting him in his mask from both left and right, not stopping because stopping meant dying and letting Hanada die. The hits really let the boss of the mercs feel it, his mask tore, his googles almost exploded from the pressure and for the first time the magician got to see the man’s eyes. Suddenly the worst happened – the sheathe broke revealing the steel inside and Mana hesitated to swing it, just for a mere moment, just long enough for her to turn the blade and to try to continue her onslaught of attacks with the blunt side but… It was all that the mercenary needed, he thrust his palm forward into Mana’s chest pushing her into the wooden wall. The girl grunted out from the pain of hitting the wall as all air she had up to that moment, the little that was from all the exhaustion and swinging the sheathe blindly, went out forcing her to gasp for air, to try and catch any of it just to not let herself pass out because that meant Hanada’s death.
The man picked up the sword, it didn’t look like he had the same amount of hesitation to kill that Mana had, he started to approach her. This was it, Mana’s hand to hand was pathetic, not even enough to outmatch a simple blockhead guy with more muscles than brain. Why didn’t he talk? Why didn’t he gloat? Why didn’t he laugh from her? Did her life not matter to him?! Mana suddenly got furious, her life mattered, she was the only thing right now protecting Hanada so she mattered, she couldn’t let herself die! Quickly the girl made two more handseals and shot her hands forward yelling as she felt the last of her usable chakra leave her hands in the shape of harmless sparks.
“Magical Spark Jutsu” may have been harmless but it was useful because it was visually impressive and the amount of spark in kept bombarding the enemy with was enough for them to be stunned for a brief moment, the man’s arms were occupied with holding the sword so he couldn’t shield his eyes using his hands for a moment, before he started covering them with his arms, lowering the blade and moving back, his eyes that were now exposed as his googles were broken by Mana’s ruthless bashing before. The mercenary was giving in to the pressure, no that wasn’t it, he figured out the weakness of Mana’s jutsu, it had a very short range and the sparks got weaker as they hit him further, the barrage was less intense and it didn’t feel nearly as unpleasant. What he didn’t take into consideration was the couch that he stepped into and fumbled backwards, trying his best not to fall down but stumbling further and further into the room in the process.
Mana’s hands weighed down – she just had barely enough chakra not to pass out but… Her enemy found himself in quite the conundrum – he fumbled back and hit the impressive deer horn that was hung on the wall, probably one hunted by Hanada Katsuo himself. The place where the man was bleeding from, however, made Mana lift her palm through the pain and to grunt out. “Please don’t move, if you do you’ll open the wound and bleed out almost instantly, shoulder is a dangerous place to be impaled in…” Mana huffed out and she was right – the man was only bleeding a little bit right now but he could’ve hit a pretty sensitive spot, had he moved around too much he risked dying in mere seconds from bleeding out if he hit an artery.
The mercenary roared out with voice powerful enough to make Mana pout. She felt a slight relief however as the roar ended abruptly it forced fear to return as she looked at what made the man stop being enraged, she saw his eyes strangely excited… As if he was… Smiling under that mask… Suddenly Mana realized – she missed one mercenary, back when three of them walked out, one of them left through the northern door, he must’ve wandered back having found nothing. However as she realized that it was already too late. The girl heard loud whistling noise in the air, similar to steel cutting through air itself…
A loud crumbling noise of shifting rock and breaking wood came her way instead of pain of being stabbed – confused Mana looked back only to see the mercenary completely pinned down by pillars of rock that closed him by tightly shooting up crushing through the wooden tiles of the floor. “Nice work here, kid, but you missed one.” a friendly voice reached Mana’s ear as she saw a man in a jounin west with a bandana and geeky looking glasses grinning at her as he held a thumb up. “A young man bumped into me and said that a weakling ninja needed help, I suppose you did alright but you were a bit sloppy – you forgot to knock out that guy back there, you forgot this guy behind you… Other than that… Good job” he laughed.
A short while later ninja were swarming the area taking the beaten mercenaries out for questioning in the Konohagakure Police Force HQ. Mana decided that her job here was done, she went upstairs to pick her blazer up and as she went back to the first floor the geeky jounin stopped her. “You’re a genin, right?” he asked and after Mana nodded he grinned “I hope you get assigned to my squad, nice work here.” he finished, the magician thanked him for the praise, this guy happened to be different from all the other jounin she met – he was strangely kind and unaffected by difficult ninja life.
On her way out the Hanada Estate door Mana heard Hanada’s voice directed at her, “So, Mana-chan, the show is Friday, don’t forget…” he said only for the girl to turn around a bow slightly, she had a slightly swollen eye from the powerful slap she got before so she must’ve looked funny, “Right… Friday!” she replied as if nothing had happened here today, explaining her swollen eye to her parents will be a doozy…
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