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???'s POV (Nearby Hiruzen)
"Please just surrender next time. It is always a bother to hunt spies down."
As the world left the tent, a collective chill went through the group of four's backs. They all froze; surely they hadn't been detected so easily…
"DODGE!" The group's sensors roared, and three reacted instantly, jumping back. However, the fourth was too slow, and as a massive orb of chakra burst from the tent's side, he was engulfed in it. With a boom, he was sent careening into the snow, the power of the technique rocking the mountain they were on. There was no question the man was dead. The rest of them had landed in the nearby forest. Perched on a massive branch of one of the trees.
"Dammit, he had the recording of their talk!" The assassin of the group roared. "We must make it back to our lord, fear not capture or death; they won't be able to gain any info from our bodies even with torture!"
"I could stall them; our lord made sure all our distinctive traits couldn't be traced," the frontline combatant declared fearlessly.
"Screw that; we need to run! I recognized that technique as the famed Rasengan! Jiraiya of the Sannin is hunting us-" The group sensor didn't get to finish, but suddenly Jiraiya appeared among them, a smokeless body flicker allowing him to close the distance in a mere instant. Mercilessly shoving a Rasengan into the face of the sensor. Immediately caving it in and killing her in an instant. Her headless corpse collapsed in a heap falling from the branch.
The last two were shocked, the frontline fighter frozen, but the assassin had more guts. He managed to activate his own unique bloodline, put a hand on his comrade's shoulder, and shouted out his own technique: "Human Current!" The two suddenly compressed into volts of electricity before shooting off with impressive speed.
Jiraiya, as a Sannin, however, reacted in frighteningly quick time. Firing off several kunai with perfect speed and accuracy, the kunai hit their targets in what would normally be lethal zones, however though they seemed unaffected in their odd form. The volts raced off into the night.
"Huh, neat trick," Jiraiya concluded dumbly as he turned to the body before him. "Sheesh, this is a mess. This is while I prefer subtle work…"
The two shaken and desperate spies landed in a snowbank a short distance away. The assassin panted heavily, his chakra reserves low. Their unique bloodline was useful for escapes like that but rather costly. The frontline fighter helped him to his feet and fed him a soldier pill to keep him moving.
The two regrouped and warily scanned their surroundings. It seemed they had gotten away. With a nod to each other, they prepared to dash off, both leaping forward to race back to their leader. With an excited leap they seeked safety.
However, both were stopped in their place, as both men suffered powerful blows to their faces, sending them crashing back into the snow. Both men raced to their feet, fearfully staring ahead at a man who hadn't been there a mere second ago. His hands shone in the moonlight, bladed knuckles now covered with the blood of both. 'Genjutsu? It's the only way he could've snuck up so easily?' They thought as they defensively stared at the man.
The large bearded man was smoking a cigarette pleasantly. He casually removed it from his mouth after a long puff, placing it back once finished and allowing it to rest on his lips. "Don't know what's more annoying. The fact that the old man asked me to guard the woods around this place in sub-zero temperatures. Or the fact he was right to do so." The man complained as he dropped into an aggressive combat stance. "Anyway, my name is Asuma Sarutobi, a Jounin of the Hidden Leaf Village, tasked with ensuring any non friendly personnel in the area are dealt with. That being said either surrender or die. Preferably surrender, not the biggest fan of killing. Especially the defenseless."
The assassin seemed utterly overwhelmed, frozen to the spot. However, the frontline fighter seemed more enraged than frightened.
"Like we would simply give up! Our Lord needs to hear our news. We'll simply kill you and be on our way!" The man yelled angrily.
"We?" Asuma asked, confused. "Pretty sure your buddy is preoccupied."
The man looked back at the assassin, only to see a woman with an arm wrapped around his mouth and another digging a kunai into his neck. The woman's red eyes drove fear in his heart. Cold and lifeless as she killed the man in front of her. The sight of his ally being killed silently shatters his hopes for escaping.
"Sorry to interrupt your ally like this, sir. Name's Kurenai Yuhi, also a Jounin of the Leaf." Kurenai said politely as she slit the man's throat and allowed his body to bonelessly collapse to the ground.
'First, this big bastard comes out of nowhere now, this bitch!' The man thought utterly panicked. He whipped out his massive curved sword. 'I need to escape; I don't stand a chance against them both. The woman managed to sneak up and overwhelm our assassin in an instant. Surely the man would be the best bet.' With a roar, the man raced forward toward the reluctant Asuma.
"See, I get being scared of her, I was too, but honestly, I would've just let her do it. I don't do things nearly so cleanly." Asuma warned as the man drew close. But once it was clear, the man would not be convinced; he merely sighed as he raced toward him.
The man smiled; he would cut this bastard in two and make his get-
Suddenly, the man appeared behind him; he had barely seen him move at all, only managing to raise his blade to block Asuma's own. However, he gasped as a sharp pain suddenly raced through his body. He breathlessly gasped as his massive curved blade fell in two. Somehow, having been cut clean through. However, the man offered no complaint as he also fell in two, hitting the snow with a silent thud. Asuma, still smoking, stared down at the body. As Kurenai radioed into the Hokage.
Asuma hated it when his father was proven right; it happened much too often. He hated even more when his father had him kill like this. Necessary it may be it always weighed heavily on his shoulders. Especially when Kurenai had to dirty her hands as well.
"Hokage-sama," Kurenai respectfully said as she activated her earpiece. "Just as you suspected, we caught a group of unidentified shinobi attempting to flee from the Leaf Camp."
"Any clear indication of who sent them?"
"No clear indicators yet, though we did witness them using a lightning-style bloodline jutsu. While not a guarantee on its own, it suggests Cloud shinobi." Kurenai dutifully informed.
"Truly, the identity doesn't matter. Excellent work, you two, dispose of the bodies and report back to camp."