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Yakoul gestured to Kanata that she had the OK to leave and get herself patched up after that little smack she had received. Tanji on the other hand had found a great solution to pass the time and further the feline's fantasy of imitating some typical dystopian nation. Of course, without Ryuu's approval, this kind of stuff wouldn't go really far if Yakoul actually asked others to do it. But it remained humoring and interesting to keep such a zealot around. It was official, Tanji would be Yakoul's Yes Man from now on, quite an honor for dedicated 11th corp warrior who would have a chance to display his talents in the field, right in front of his commander.
They were both dismissed and Yakoul was left with the lounge all to itself. Now lying down in total silence on the couch it appropriated for itself, it slowly closed its eyes and entered a state of calmness rarely seen by any of its subordinates. It didn't sleep, it simply drifted into its innermost thoughts, reliving multiple events in its life. Because of the adrenaline rush it was getting simply by thinking of what this war would entail as well as the upcoming operation, the memories passing by were in accordance to such graphic anticipations.
More precisely, it recalled the events of Konoha, the final stronghold before the world would succumb to Hamajo's will and lick his feet. Just a few months before, Yakoul had ordered to simply annihilate Kirigakure upon realizing just how inefficient it would have been to run in such an unstable land and lose even more resources for a simple island. They had an entire continent, they didn't need a maintained Kirigakure. Today, the island remains off limits to even higher ups, but few actually know what happened there and the true reasons behind the complete destruction of the province. This secret was one of the first things that brought general terror to the world. They were not afraid to lay waste to massive territories to get what they want.
Slowly but surely, these violent thoughts would guide the beast to sleep. Because of its nature, it had a tendency to sleep for a rather extended period of time, waking up in the middle of the day the next day even though is slept barely as the evening started.
The Next Day - Around Noon
The Confederation Embassy's Entrance, Sunagakure
As hot as it was in Sunagakure, they had to give credit for its many advancements since the 4th Shinobi War. The architecture was nothing like it was back in the day, a lot more modern, even futuristic, with many skyscrapers and sources of water keeping the most tropical of plants alive. Think the Dubai of the Naruto world. Yakoul sure got a nice dose of the rejuvenated Suna which had suffered the least amount of casualties during the Hamajo war. It almost remembered how it was a little less than a century ago, when the big shots were still extremely confident as to what they would transform this Oasis into.
The general wasn't waiting outside however, but rather in a Limousine used usually by civilians rather than Shinobi who could probably move faster than said vehicle. But that didn't matter too much, Yakoul wanted to appear civilized and not have to actually run around to reach Iwagakure. Plus the roads were much easier to travel on once in the Iwagakure Province. Both Tanji and Kanata were expected around that time and enter the vehicle. There they'd find Yakoul sitting comfortably on one of the large seats next to the minibar for the most luxurious of limos only. They were going to leave soon and hopefully arrive in the evening at the Spa ran by Gozoboro.
"Mmmmeeeee-fucking-ooowwwww, today is going to be a goooood day. I can just fucking feel it."
The Next day - Nearing Nightfall
Armed Forces Outpost - Amegakure Province, Near the Border with Konoha
[@Every Confederation Member & Undecided]
Every little flourishing agent was dismissed and they all went on their merry way to explore Sunagakure a bit as they were devoid of any duty until the following day. They'd be made aware of that via their personal phones, which the Government knew entirely about because shut up. As such, they would all be warned in advance that they were to meet at the nearby Amegakure Province at the outpost they had marked into their digital maps. Once there, they'd be greeted by the staff whom show them around the area.
The establishment itself wasn't too big on the outside, looked as big as a normal highschool and looked more administrative than anything upon entering it. However as they would all take the stars/elevator, they'd soon realize that what they saw was quite literally the tip of the iceberg. The underground facility was huge, holding multiple gymnasiums capable of hosting different sports, weight rooms, common rooms, and a special area dedicated in dorms they could all live in individually if they were inclined to stay out or practicality. They had access to practically the entire area, including the control room where most of the information is received from troops on the field and other outposts.
It seemed clear that this would be their main workplace during this crisis, like an anti-terrorist unit, as it was fully equipped to respond to the needs of every type of fighter. There were in fact battle fields deeper into the facility that were the copies of the simulation technologies used by the old 11th Corps, allowing the most potent of fighters to engage without holding back in an environment typical of what they'd encounter in the field. In short, they had everything to train, sleep, eat, piss, shit, watch TV, Wi-fi, a working phone line. They'd also all be attributed an earphone to ease communication during squad interventions.
Finally, they would visit the hangar. Rows of VTOL airships would be presented and at their disposal. Though rarely seen as they remain expensive to manufacture, they were specifically made for the Armed Forces when confronted to guerrilla war tactics by such belligerent opposition. Despite the speed of a shinobi, the limits of ground travel made the migration from Province to Province, even with the improved road systems, a matter of hours. Here, with the exceptional speed and capacity to transport multiple troopers, could get the potent Armed Forces into the terrain in a matter of minutes.
As of now, not much has happened during the day. Most who were dispatched to investigate often unrelated cases were lower level shinobi. The higher levels (characters) would be doing their own thing, whether it'd be training, working on certain leads/taking over a non-combative job or simply nothing. It could also be an opportunity to discover each other's capabilities too.
At least Aro took the initiative to respond, and immediately Arima would point at the guy with his index finger, indicating the guy was mostly right. Though of course a lot more could be said, but the necessary was exposed. In truth, it didn't matter too much whether or not they knew what it was, he'd have a picture of it for them in case they wouldn't bother to simply look it up. The issue of how it would be organized however came up, and Arima took a second to recount in his mind the various steps they had to take.
"Alright. Naomi and I will be dressed as the typical rich couple of the area. Good thing is, they have this anonymity fetish with masks that cover the eyes. Only the bouncer will have a look at us. You and Chieko will supervise outside activity from afar as we take the tool."
He detailed, giving at least the skeleton of the plan he had elaborated so they'd know where they'd stand in this whole mess. Arima would then go on when he noticed they were following without a problem.
"We have a guy inside, the Janitor to be precise, and all we'll need is to g- Wait, whaaaOwwww Shit! You crazy Tsundere ... Arg!"
He barely had time to react as Chieko's swift kick made the boy propel out of his seat and hurt when he'd attempt to sit back down. Annoyed but also softened by the girl he had a rather dumb attraction to, he'd just giver her a glare and a half-assed comeback.
"H-hey, what was that for?! I was going to fill you in. Crazy nut."
Shaking his head, he'd begrudgingly attempted to sit back down, adopting a position somewhat silly. Some would think he had developed a hemorrhoid. Sighing to recompose himself, he'd finally pick up from where he was cut off.
"Okay. So Naomi's going to be the one sneaking around from the vents of the women's bathroom. You'll have approx five minutes to reach the sealed room without being noticed and nab the target. If your raiton doesn't break through and the stationed guards don't have a good keycard ... Then you'll bust through with the bomb left by our contact in the Janitor's closet in the same floor. I'll await with the auction guests and warn you if suspicious activity occurs. You two outside do the same and immediately react if you see one of those airships arrive. Alright? We'll go through this again a few times with plans. All good?"
Arima was a bit clumsy with planning, but luckily this was established with his cousin beforehand. And as much as Aro would have been a better choice regardless, he was a new guy, and trust was a luxury to have in this time of war. By then the chef had served them each a bowl of ramen they could enjoy, even for Chieko.
"Good. Now dig in."
The Next Day - At the time of the sunset
B.A Auction House - The Small Town of Busohaku - 25 KM from Konoha's Outskirts
Arima barely slept the night beforehand, anxious that he'd have to lay his life on the line again for the same thing. Sure, he believed deeply in the cause of the Red Sages, and even more in the cause of the Tametomo, but he couldn't perish the thought of succumbing before he could honor his clan as his cousin Arara did. Even if he had a silly name. The day passed by with the squad establishing battle tactics in case those Armed Forces came along and actually brought a life risking challenge. After all, even though the numbers of private shinobi were dangerous, they lacked the skills of reacting properly to such a stealthy approach.
Dusk took over the land and Arima was sitting alongside Naomi, both dressed in the typical fancy attire one would find in such events, plus an eye mask. Fancy black suit, red tie, the usual. Naomi was given a handbag containing the necessary equipment to unseal their weapons, including his boots, and seal the Bashosen for easy transport. All they had to do now is execute the plan.
Once arrived, their driver would stop where a servant greeted them and guided them to the Auction house's entrance. Arima would present his arm with a whole lot of gallantry so Naomi could take it as they'd walk toward the house.
"How are you feeling?"
He'd murmur to the girl as they would try to remain in character until it was time. They'd only have to remove their masks once confronted to the bouncer to validate their (fake) ID's and invitations. Once it was clear, they were allowed in the massive lobby filled with people wearing almost the same clothes a them. With such a crowd, it would be easy to get around unnoticed. They just needed the right opportunity to do so.
"Whenever you feel like it. I'll try to take to some old farts. Five minutes, not a second more."
He told her as he anticipated the worst in this scenario. Aro and Chieko on the other hand, they'd be stationed in a hotel about a block away with access to a balcony where they could easily overwatch the Auction House and was was going on around it. They could even use their shadow clones to cover more terrain by placing them in roofs of nearby appartement complexes.