[ green trail ]

Buddies strolled along the wagon as he would press his head against the haystack as he closed his eyes and strummed the guitar as he began to let the air fill with his own personal influence and love for music. His feet would tap along the wooden wagon as it bumped about on the slightly rough terrain. He continued to play as he began to rock his head left to right in a slight daze as his partners would sit with him. Widow-maker would sound better than ever! (which usually is how Yasuragi alway describes his playing each new day) Let the ride, begin.

"Purple haze!" He started off with a nice yell which sounded a bit off, ".. all in my brain! Lately things don't seem the same. I'm actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse my while I kiss the sky!" Yasuragi was no longer there, he was touching the sky like Kanye West, and was seriously playing some good tunes. His head rocked back and forth as he would hold the Buddha Grass between his lips, trails of scented smoke left streams of influence in the air to enlighten those about him. The music to the people he rode with was only a mere fraction of the euphoria the male had experienced.

His finger movement increased as he spoke "Purple haze, all around. Don't know if I'm comin' up or down." His voice began to echo about the area as he began to smile while he recited these verses flawlessly, "Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me! He began to laugh as he finished this sentence and then he began to chuckle as he kept his composure, or what was left of it and kept the tempo steady.

"Help me! Oh yeaah, help me!"

Though his performance might have influenced those about him, he had a feeling he had annoyed some of his friends tagging along on his little run, after all, they too were the ones that dragged him on this little escapade. The music would continue for the duration of the ride, which basically lasted until he had officially made good use of the blunt at hand. The scent would carry on as he rode through the green trail with his comrades with a smile on his face and his stomach growling slightly.

[Lancer]

Eiji had been admired and recognized as a talented singer since childhood, but the sick guitar rift that he heard was truly outstanding. It was almost enough to tempt him to sing himself, but he was here for other purposes. The song continued and rolled along until dusk hit, and a mysterious mist which what would appear to be fog hit the carriage and everywhere around it at sunset. It was so sudden, the mist invaded from directly before them and struck the entire carriage not offensively, but overwhelmed the entire area, swallowing the carriage and the people within. Surrounding them was a kilometer of mist that was relentless in dousing and completely wiping any form of chakra sensing abilities from anyone along the carriage.

There was a silence that befell the entire area. Nothing, not a single noise could be heard from anywhere around them, not a single movement within the distance. It was only after a few seconds after the carriage had been enveloped in the mist, that a figure emerged from above. Just beyond the thick mist, a figure could be made out carrying a rather short blade while approaching the carriage fearlessly. Step by step he approached, wielding the blade and clenching it tightly as his silouhette continued to approach in preparation to attack.

In the mist that surrounded them, there were no noises, and none of the lackeys could make out any signs of chakra due to the dousing effects of the mist itself. Something strange was happening, seemingly an attack from an anonymous figure, a relentless figure that was determined to kill them all with a single edged weapon, without even the use of his jutsu. Perhaps the mist had been nothing more than the fog that brought in the star.

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1. Kirigakure no Jutsu - Hidden Mist Technique
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After traveling for a while the young musician finally realized that something had gone amiss—dumbass forgot to bring the shrooms. His eyes watered as he noticed it was a little dense for someone to see. He knew he smoked too much, but christ. He knew something was up with the stash he picked up. The dudes told him: No, Yasu it's bad, or it'll fuck you up Yasu' and finally;You know we—Ahh shut the fuck up with the flash-backs. Whilst his foot would rest along a barrel, he would lean over a bit and knock it over slightly to merely curse and dig in his bag. Ruffling took place and then he finally reached for his eye-drops. Hesitating, he then dropped them back in the satchel and then moved back up, thus kicking the barrel along the ground from the little carriage.

"Cripes." He then laughed for a moment and then chuckled, he couldn't stop laughing, and then for a moment he realized, it wasn't the barrel he was laughing at. It was something he had noticed prior to reaching for his eye-drops. Then he began to cough then laugh again; "Weak ass weed, brah. Weak. Ass. Weed."

The horses continued to move as he rested his head back and strummed his guitar slowly. "Gotta do better than that, sellin' me duds. Had me scared." He then began to whistle an offbeat ridiculous tune that probably made no sense to him either, who would pay attention to such garbage. If he were back in Kiri and they heard such bull-shit. They would kill him themselves.

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Needless to say the fucker that didn't pay attention was going to pay. Dearly. The figure that was approaching the bandwagon continued, only ten feet from the moving catastrophe while dropping its own blade. It was only in the instant that the figure picked up his guitar and prepared to strum it once more after his momentary silence and talking to himself, that the entire event occurred without warning.

A truly incomprehensible slicing jet roared through the middle of the carriage and aimed to tear directly through the right arm of the figure. The speed was truly ferocious, and the power at which it packed was enough to immobolize a large summon in a single hit. It had approached from just behind the carriage, ripping through it and hopefully through the right arm of the unprepared figure. The figure above that was walking forward began to run forward, its hands clasping in a myriad of handseals as it approached and prepared for the finishing touch. The amount of chakra applied to the previous wind gale attack could be described as double high, capable of destroying buildings upon impact. And so quick...

It wasn't over. Even if his figure had dodged the oncoming skill, it was far from over. It was obvious that either two figures were attacking, or one was a fake. Which one was fake exactly couldn't be told, the mist that lurked about the area completely doused the ability to discern their bodies or their chakra signatures. The carelessness of the high children would be met dutifully, the kids would go flying off of the carriage, some ripped apart by the wind and others scorched by the sheer speed of the incredible attack that had hit them without warning.

1. Kirigakure no Jutsu - Hidden Mist Technique
2. Kage Bunshin (exact one unrevealed)
3. Kazekiri - Wind Cutter [S]

Now being high isn't really a bad thing. It's usually one of the best things when looking for that special key to unlock 'hidden potential', know what I mean? Now wasn't the time to go on a tangent, but it seemed as if his opponent or attacker thought he was impaired from the get-go. Someone who would be sneaking in enemy territory would not go unprepared such as how he appeared to be. His opponent miscalculated his skill, but unfortunately for his friends, their bodies would lay along the ground in heaps of flesh. While, it would seem as if the body of the shinobi would be sliced as well due to the zephyr cutting him down without a moment for him to think. Truth be told, the way how the landscaping was almost twenty minutes ago, there wouldn't have been such a dramatic change to where a fog would appear.

What. An. Asshole. Do I really come off as ditzy?

Water and wood would fall in a cluster as the smoke and wind would brush through the object quickly and then turn into a figure that seemed to represent the street vendor king perfectly. It had the entire idea that was thought of earlier etched into it's nucleus. Meanwhile, as this happened, Yasuragi appeared along the ground rolling as he would press his feet along mud with his hands moving in a specific movement of handsigns. Fuckin' nasty ass mud! Fuck. The mud was already gooey and it seemed to stick to his feet. Fucked up his kicks too. Whatever.

On a lighter note, get it? Lighter note? The other would swing the knock-off-wannabe-rockstar-bootleg widow-maker to his front and just strum a few strings.

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1. Kawarimi No Jutsu ( prepped when reaching into the bag)
2. Mizu Bunshin.
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The foe had neglected two things. First off that there were infact two figures on the field, one that was infront of the carriage and one behind. And two, he slid into the direction of a kage bunshin that had initiated a chakra infused kick directly into the back of the sliding figures head. The real true figure would become subject to a direct kick in the back of the skull where he would meet his untimely death, while the other bunshin would be subject by a quick and immediate death.

Immediately as the bunshin formed, his eyes remained locked on the figure that was ten meters away while his clone took care of the real figure. It all happened in an instant, the figure had been seen rolling off of the ground before he rose upwards as previously stated and directly as he begun initiating seals, a powerful kick was lodged into the back of his skull where he would met his unexpected and untimely death. A perfect assassination technique, a technique that required the true person to do absolutely nothing.

"Nice song."

Even though he was one hundred percent positive the ninja was dead and wouldn't be making any future spawns of any form of movements, his hands rose and rendered themselves in a small order of seals.

1. Tsuuten Kyaku - Bruising Sky Leg
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