Aim For The Roots (P)

The fresh cigar lit up the sky, and showered the trees with ashes that were expelled in puffs of breath periodically from the smoker. The infamous Iron being the smoker in question, and his standard equipment was donned as he traveled through the woods back to Fire Country and Konoha territory. Their was little he hated more than this disgusting place, but he felt that a visit to the place wouldn't be totally out of order since they hadn't received a reply and obtaining one directly from the village would be easier.

Sure, he hated them, everyone of their tiny little skulls needed to be smashed into fragments and used as powder to blind the remaining living ninja so that they would be less annoying when they were getting their heads cleaved off their shoulders, but Z seemed to find some use out of them so he had already practiced his 'manners'. So many rules...why he couldn't just kill them bewildered him, why bother introducing himself when he could make his name clear when they were dead? Some people were so ineffective...

Iron gestured to the large black hooded figure on his left, only two bright green eyes showing and a sword case on both of their backs, with a cigar between his fingers, "Arashi, do you wan't a smoke or are you still going to keep refusing me?" The figure tilted its head and closed an eye, a gesture that Iron could understand was an expression meaning 'what do you think'. He shrugged, "Suit yourself, I assume Tsuki is the same so I wont ask her and Ragard already has his own set. Its a shame he can't walk with us but you know how the system works."

With a swosh of motion Iron's white overcoat, which covered his armor and body, more specifically his limbs, was moved as his cigars were reinserted into his coat pocket. The cloak collar was high enough to cover the bottom part of his face, and his shell was below the cloak, though he kept his halberd strapped tot he exterior both as a show of force and easy access. Iron cracked his neck and unbuttoned the top of the cloak so that the ashes of his cigar, also the flames, would stay outside of his cloak.

He puffed out another ash cloud and turned to his other travelling companion, Z. "I don't suppose you changed your mind and wanted a cigar now either?"

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Z had one goal in his adventure to fire country, he needed more souls. The amount of dullahan that were currently in his possession just weren’t enough to do much besides guard Iron Country. With enough dullahan, and maybe some human troops once Z had the money, he might be able to launch a head on assault on a village. Z and Y alone would be enough to take on any other duo; but to conquer a village they needed more men. As Z leapt tree to tree, he could only think of one thing, Money. Money was what Z wanted, and he’d do anything to get his hands on it.

Z stopped his greedy thoughts when he saw Y was talking to his mantids once again. ‘ Geez… when doesn’t he talk to those things?’ Z sighed as he watched Y offer aa cigar to the mantis. After being denied, Y turned to Z and asked the same thing. Letting a small laugh escape his visor, Z shook his head. “ How do you expect me to smoke with this helmet even if I wanted to? I have to switch it to allow liquids just to drink wine.” Z said, letting his voice echo around his helmet before coming out. The thought of win made Z thirsty for some. Grabbing large bottle of wine from inside his cloak, Z chugged down the alcoholic beverage and breathed out.

“ Here’s the thing Y, were going to fire country for one thing, souls. I don’t care if you kill them, we can still use the bodies. So feel free to do whatever, just keep the bodies in tact… I need more dullahan.” Z said as his two dullahan bodyguards finally caught up to him. “ Now lets find a target, terminate it, and leave. You know the drill.” Z said as the forest grew dense, a sure sign that they had entered fire country.