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The cabin door shut with the squeal of rusting hinges and Bohdan's heavy footsteps carried him back to the storeroom. He pulled the curtain aside and said: "They're gone now."
Bakunin emerged from a heap of animal hides and sackcloth, rising slowly to his feet. The chill his bones acquired from his aimless wandering in the tundra outside had mostly dissipated, but his joints ached and his stomach rumbled. He stood half a head shorter than the man in front of him. Bohdan had been the one to find him following an old game trail belonging to a herd of caribou that no longer walked it.
Bakunin would soon come to learn that many things were not as they used to be in this place.
"The authorities here are not kind to outlanders," Bohdan said, pausing and wincing momentarily at his word choice. If something about the sentence was insulting, Bakunin didn't notice and wouldn't have cared. "It's best for you to stay hidden from them. For us too."
"If my presence is a danger to you and your people, I can move on," Bakunin said with a shrug. This place held no attachment. Nothing did. Everything had been taken from him already, including his life, and Bakunin was coming to find he was in no great hurry to replace any of it. Some might have thought of this all as a second chance, but Bakunin didn't need one. The world had failed him, not the other way around.
"No, no, they can go to hell," said Bohdan. "Maybe they beat strangers for fun in the city, but out here we are civilized."
He clapped a big broad hand on Bakunin's shoulder and began leading him to the door.
"Listen, let's have some food, some drink, and I will tell you about this place. If you want to go on or you want to stay it is your choice, friend, but I would disgrace my village if I didn't see you had a full belly first."
Bakunin followed Bohdan out of the cabin and by lamplight in a mess hall he listened well into the night to a very familiar story.
Wutai was gone and so was Shinra, but maybe vengeance in spirit would be enough.
Two Weeks Later
Bakunin sold Bohdan and his cousin Veli on the concept of revolution. It wasn't difficult. Bakunin knew they had the heart for it. The Sonoran boot hadn't crushed their pride in all its years pressed to their necks. It only angered them, built in them a useful fury just waiting for direction.
They were exactly the kind of men a revolution needed.
The three of them wore heavy coats with scarves drawn up over their mouths and noses. Hunkered on a hilltop in a sparse copse of withering pines, they watched the road snaking off over the horizon. In one direction, the capital, still visible to them in the distance as a dark grey wound and a cloud of choking smoke and exhaust. In the other direction, the fort. Bohdan pointed the gunmetal shapes trundling out of the city toward them.
"You know what to do," Bakunin said, and he stood and walked down to the road.
It wasn't long before the caravan of supply trucks reached his position, slowing when they saw him standing in the middle of the road. The driver of the lead truck rolled down his window, shouting something lost over the rumble of engines.
Bakunin smiled serenely and looked up at the sky. He held his palm out as though checking for rain.
"Kuwabara, kuwabara..."
Everything happened in seconds:
Two trees fell behind the rearmost truck, blocking the road.
The lead truck floored it, lurching forward until...
...Bakunin threw his heavy coat aside, exposing the katana sheathed at his waist. The materia inset in the grip glowed green and a bolt of lightning struck the truck's engine. It burst in a ball of flame and the scream of twisted metal.
The Sonoran guardsmen began to scramble out of the vehicles and Bakunin drew his blade and cut them down as they reached for their weapons. From the rear, Bohdan and Veli took down the stragglers with a woodsman's axe and a blacksmith's hammer.
Grim work by their faces. Bakunin seemed unbothered. When the dust settled, Bakunin wiped the blood from his blade and sheathed it. He looked over the stillness of the scene, save the flickering flame burning in the lead truck's engine.
"Well, you can't have a revolution without supplies. Let's see what the state has so kindly gifted us."
The three men threw open the back flap of the lead truck and peered inside.
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It won't do to twiddle our thumbs and pray for a saviour.
Post by Keimusho Onishi on Apr 28, 2023 21:24:04 GMT -6
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[attr="class","skullbody"]The shinobi did not visit Sonora often, but by the kami, there was a lot about Sonora that Mu is just not keen about. It did not help that Sonoran culture was the most adverse to outlanders, not that it mattered to much to a man who has found comfort in the shadows. The Au Ra's gripe with the city could simply be summed up in a single word: corruption. Here it was clear that the gain for coin was the only value of this place, which was nigh the opposite philosophy of a Doman shinobi who pledge themselves to causes that are greater than their own personal gain. For Mu that was seeing his homeland liberated, but ever since he was sent to Zephon that pledge has since tentatively shifted towards helping Zephon's people wherever he could. [break][break] As corrupt as Sonora was, it was not simple to find people who were willing to ask for any assistance. The people had an individualist mindset, making most calls for help go unnoticed. The people more often did not want help, especially not from any outlanders. That meant that any situations in the city that Mu was able to provide help in were at best circumstantial. Though that would be expected of the Sonoran capital. [break][break] Mu's horns suddenly picked up the sounds of a burst, which he immediately turns his attention towards. Heading in that direct, the shinobi spots two fallen trees, caravan of trucks, and three individuals towards the back of the vehicle. The shinobi casts Hide to get a closer look at the scene without detection. The corpses of Sonoran guards surrounds the vehicles with the three assailants looting the back of a truck with its engine blown out. The man with a katana at his side stood out most to the ninja. [break][break] Mu had decided not to engage them yet as the motivation behind this attack was not clear. As of now he would just secretly watch under the veil of Hide. Thankfully, Enma didn't do anything to blow his cover. As brash as the oni was, he had enough sense to not disrupt Mu in this moment.
Bohdan and Veli hauled themselves into the back of the supply truck, Bohdan prying crates open with his axe to take stock of the contents. Food. Weapons. Ammunition. If the grim task of dispatching the guards stuck with the men beyond the blood on their clothes, in that moment it didn't show on their faces.
"Enough to get us all through the winter, even if we didn't have any grain left," Bohdan said. There was a shade of awe to his voice. This much wealth, all in one compact crate. All withheld from the people.
Veli started: "We need to load this onto another truck and get the trees out of the way--"
"No," said Bakunin. "The truck is too conspicuous. They'll find it and know. We take what we need on makeshift sledges and we do not, under any circumstances, store this in your village."
The two men exchanged sober looks, nodded, set to work. They dismantled a crate of machine parts that were of no use to them, leaving the heaps of oil-coated metal beside the dead truck. The lid of the crate and the belts of the dead guards became the sledge upon which they piled their loot. While the two villagers worked, Bakunin walked a loop around the trucks.
A strained moan sounded from behind one of the rearmost truck's wheels. A faint rustling of earth and fabric. Bakunin casually rested his hand upon the grip of his katana and followed the noise to a still-living Sonoran guard, his face half caved in from Veli's hammer. They met eyes just for a moment. The guard tried to raise his hand, but Bakunin cut the man's head from his shoulders with a single swipe of his blade.
"Shame," Bakunin muttered to himself, "These uniforms could have been useful."
Before he could walk back to the others, something gave him pause. A feeling like a spider crawling up the back of his neck. He narrowed his eyes, searching the distance behind them and the high ground around them for a set of eyes. He stood very still, listening beyond the sound of Bohdan and Veli tying down loot to their makeshift sledges.
Nothing, maybe, but Bakunin frowned. His instincts rarely lied.
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[attr="class","skullbody"]Two of the three attackers, who concealed themselves with coats and scarves proceeded to loot the trucks and pack their contents upon sleds. One mentions that the contents would be enough to get them though the winter. This was enough for the shinobi to understand that this was not some random attack. It was a move of desperation on their part, those who were destitute supplying themselves at the expense of a system which oppressed them. Mu recognized this but didn't see it as that cut and dry as this attack resulted into the deaths of Sonoran guards who were innocent. [break][break] The third gave orders and watched on for additional guards. Hearing the wincing of one guard left alive, the man unsheathed his katana and severed his head with one swing. By the kami, Mu thought. He should've intervened by now. He could've at least prevented the death of that guard, but it was far too late. [break][break] Keimusho watched as the man placed the bloodied katana back in his sheath. The bladed assailant had an air of raised caution about him. Did he have an inkling that Mu was there watching him? Noticing a shinobi of Mu's caliber was something that other jonin would struggle to do. Perhaps it was far too hasty to conclude that this man's perception would rival that of a high ranking shinobi. Maybe he was just more alert thanks to that guard he just decapitated. Mu couldn't be too sure. What was clear about this man was that he wasn't to be taken lightly. That burst that caused the initial damage was prove enough of that. Unsheathing his blade, he whispers into it, "Enma. Distract him." [break][break] The oni appeared at the command of Mu. He then moved over to the man with the katana, hovering over his face. "Hey you! What do you think you're doing to those poor guards?" [break][break] Mu nodded as he approved of the distraction. Still underneath the effects of Hide, he took this opportunity to sneak by him. Mu led his silent footsteps towards the hooded figure with the axe on his side. With this distraction, he would sneak behind him. If Enma could keep this distraction up long enough, he planned to strike him with the hilt of his blade in an effort to render him unconscious, then he'd do the same to the other if they hadn't caught on. Mu certainly did not want to attempt fighting all of them simultaneously.
