Me: I rather broker peace in exchange for not stepping on their toes and them reporting to us about continental wide threats to peace and stability.
Marked for Death: A Rational Naruto Quest
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- naruto rationalist romance armageddon is looking better and better damn you kishimoto explosions everywhere explosives solve everyone if in doubt surrender to the mercy of zabuza it seemed like a good idea at the time looks like a really bad case of being a jōnin my god. where does the lore end? precommitting is the winning plan screaming in kagome screw the rules i have explosives something bad might still happen sometimes you gotta sociopath stabby zabby subsection c of paragraph 9 should include we can weaponize this so hard
Me: I rather broker peace in exchange for not stepping on their toes and them reporting to us about continental wide threats to peace and stability.
I like this idea. They are useful and a unorthodox back channel into other nations.
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He's the Hokage and presumably has some sort of FBI like police force (the ANBU being the obvious example). He's also the head of the Hyuga who, you know, have nigh omnidirectional vision and the ability to see through walls. Frankly a kage that lacks the ability to keep track of what's going on in their own village is a very poor kage.
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- The Void
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- She/Her
So wouldn't the obvious strategy to not be in village when we do this. Which we know we can do from this arc
Future Interlude (AU?): Honoka's Team, Part 2
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- USA
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Future Interlude (AU?): Honoka's Team, Part 2
"Anyway. I'll see all of you at Training Ground Four, five o'clock tomorrow morning. Bring your gear and a change of clothes. We'll be working all day and having dinner at seven, so tell your families to expect you late. Dress is casual and Mari-sensei was very clear that 'none of them are to bring anything except their own sweet selves or I will be very cross with you, Honoka', so don't bring anything or I'll get in trouble." She looked at all three of them, then fidgeted for a moment. "So...uh...yeah. See ya tomorrow, I guess? Yeah. Uh...bye!" She raced to the edge of the roof and dove off.
Eita stared at the empty space where his terrifyingly insane instructor had been, his brain far too locked up to do anything.
...
"What just happened?" Hyūga asked, his voice wobbling back and forth across the boundary between 'querulous' and 'whimpering'.
"We...got our teacher? I guess?" Watanabe said. He paused. "She accepted us as her students, right? I mean, we're official now?"
Everyone ruminated on that for a moment.
"I think so?" Eita said. "That's...good."
...
"She's supposed to be very competent," Watanabe offered.
"She's a Gōketsu," Hyūga pointed out. "They're crazy, paranoid, and on a good day they're one step from treason, but they're competent. I'll give them that".
...
"Look, can we get some lunch?" Watanabe said. "I really feel like I need some help processing this, and like we'll need to plan together how to work with her. Plus, we're teammates now. We should get to know each other better."
Eita winced. His wallet was awfully thin right now.
"Let's go to The Hound," Hyūga said. "The food is good and they won't charge us if I'm there. I didn't bring my wallet to graduation so I don't have any cash on me, and I'd rather not go home to get it before eating."
Eita glanced over in surprise. Hyūga's physical eyes were pointing towards where Psycho Lady—where Sensei had jumped off the roof, but the bulging veins around his eyes told the tale of his active Byakugan. The Byakugan, which allowed him to see everything in a full 360-degree sphere, including the insides of objects. Including the empty inside of Eita's wallet, which was tucked into the cargo pocket at the small of his back. (Leaf uniforms were so awesome—all the pockets were the best!)
"That sounds great," Eita said, gritting his teeth at the charity. "I've never been to the Hound."
"Unsurprising," Hyūga said. "It'll be a treat for you."
Shame and embarrassment flashed over into anger, but he mastered himself with the ease of long practice. It was just the normal clan kid stuff, except turned up to 11 because this was Hyūga. He said nothing and turned for the door to the stairs, the others moving with him.
Opening the door triggered an explosion which blasted out chalk dust and a wave of hot pressurized air that knocked him back into Watanabe, spilling them both to the ground.
"The fuck, Hyūga!" Watanabe said, once he managed to spit out enough of the chalk dust to speak. "You could have fucking warned us!"
"I didn't see it!" Hyūga said, his voice desperate and afraid. "Shit, I still can't see it!"
"You fucking liar!" Eita snarled, coming to his feet fast and then having to stop and wipe chalk dust out of his eyes on the inside of his shirt.
"Seriously, Hyūga," Watanabe said. "That was some fucking bullshit. Be an asshole on your own time, but when we're together, we're a team. Act like it, dipshit."
"Fuck," Hyūga muttered from inside the stairwell. "Look at this." He came out into the midafternoon light and held something out to his teammates.
Eita looked it over. It was a pair of seals, both scorched to unrecognizability in the process of activation. "What am I looking at?"
"Can't be sure," Hyūga said grimly. "My guess is that this one here is a proximity-triggered macerator and the other one is a low-radius anti-Byakugan seal—probably not more than a few inches, so it was easy to miss the black-out zone."
The other two considered that.
"This is gonna suck, isn't it?" asked Watanabe faintly.
"Oh, yeah."
"Yup."
o-o-o-o
The Faithful Hound was, surprisingly, not an Inuzuka place. It was a civilian-run restaurant in which the Hyūga definitely had no Merchant-Council-rules-violating controlling financial interest. None whatsoever. Despite that, the owners were awfully solicitous of any Hyūga who came through the door, and their bills tended to mysteriously vanish into the ether before arriving at the table. (The name also had some interesting and disturbing implications once you knew the details of the ownership.)
Hyūga or not, the food was incredible. The genin, still mostly covered in soot and chalk dust, were ushered straight into a private room. At Hyūga's imperious demand for "The chef special, lots of it, and some towels for this mess" the waitresses (three very attractive young civilian girls in elegant kimonos with traditional makeup, Eita noticed) went scurrying out the door. Moments later they were back with reinforcements, all of them carrying trays piled high with steaming-hot damp towels, pots of hot water, tea, and nibbles of various kinds. Two of the girls moved to each genin, towels in hand; one girl started cleaning Hyūga's face and neck while the other removed his sandals and began cleaning and massaging his feet. He accepted this as his due, sipping his tea and nibbling on a chicken skewer while they worked.
"Thank you, I've got it," Eita said, taking the towel from one of his two girls and waving them both off. Hyūga might think it normal, but Eita was civilian-born and body servants—or any other kind of servant—were not part of his universe.
The girl's eyes went wide as he took the towel from her. "But, sir...please, I'm sorry...what did I do?"
Eita cringed inside at her stumbling fear. It was all too easy to imagine his sister in this girl's place; they were about the same age, and might even have had similar chins, although it was hard to tell through the waitress's makeup.
"You're fine," he said, smiling as gently as he could. "I just prefer to do it myself."
"Of course, sir. I'm sorry, sir. May I help with your feet, sir?"
The cringe got stronger. "No, thank you. Really, I'm fine."
"What's wrong, Tanaka?" Hyūga asked. "Did she offend you?"
"No! No, she didn't do anything wrong. I just...prefer to handle it myself."
Watanabe had accepted the service although the expression on his face said that it was a new and bizarre experience for him. He looked over at his new teammate. "You should try it, man. They're—ooh!—amazing at foot massage." He grunted again and visibly relaxed.
Eita hesitated, then shook his head. "No, thank you. I'm fine, really." At the girls' stricken expressions he cast about for an excuse. "Would you mind checking with the cook to see if they have any berries with cream?"
Hyūga glanced over at him with the expression one gives a person who had just loudly farted. "They have a chef here, Tanaka. Cooks are what you get at a food stand."
Eita blushed. "Yes, of course. The chef. That's what I meant to say." He looked down, scrubbing the hot towel angrily across the back of his neck. Was Hyūga born a giant condescending dickhead, or did he have to work at it?
The two girls who had been attempting to help Eita with his ablutions backed out the door, bowing deeply with every step. The instant the screen was pulled closed, Eita could hear their footsteps running down the hall. He sighed and dipped his towel in the hot water before taking another shot at cleaning his face. Gah. There was soot and chalk in his ears.
Ten minutes later, the genin were as clean as could be managed without a full bath and laundry run. The low table was groaning under the weight of delicacy after delicacy, and Eita was working on his third helping of the dumplings with squid ink sauce; they tasted like a gift from the Pure Lands and were by far the best food he'd had this month.
The screen slid back and Eita glanced up, eager to see what the next course might be. The anticipatory smile transmuted immediately into horror when he recognized the woman in the doorway. She was not a delicate flower in a silk kimono worth more than Eita would dream of spending on clothes. Her face was not covered in full formal makeup. No, she was a willowy twenty-four-year-old with blonde-highlighted black hair done in a pixie cut. She was wearing a field uniform and an evil grin.
Silently, she held up a wooden disk with the all-too-familiar shape of a macerator seal glued to it. A cone of soot and chalk blasted out, filling the room and coating all three genin from head to toe.
By the time Eita managed to blink his eyes clear, the screen was closed again and Psycho Lady was gone. Moments later, the restaurant staff descended upon them, hot water and towels in hand, twittering like frightened birds as they helped the genin clean themselves again. The owners of the restaurant, a husband and wife in their sixties at least, were bowing dogeza and begging the boys to please forgive their stupidity and foolishness and discourtesy and....
Eita sighed and checked to see if any of the food was salvageable. It wasn't.
o-o-o-o
It was a wary genin team that arrived at Leaf's Training Ground Four at half-past-four in the oh-god-it's-early the next day. They scouted the perimeter, ran the full counter-ambush protocol, and then came onto the field back-to-back, weapons in hand, with Hyūga's Byakugan active.
"Contact...no, just a gopher," Watanabe said. "Hyūga, you got anything?"
"Nothing. I'm looking for blindspots, but if they're small they're hard to notice."
"Small like, 'just big enough to hide a seal' small?"
"Exactly that small."
"Joy."
The three boys moved carefully to a spot that was not the center of the field (since that would be the obvious place) but a good ten yards away. There they waited, nervously gripping their weapons.
"I'm starting to run low on chakra," Hyūga said, reluctantly, after they'd been waiting no more than ten minutes. "I can keep my bloodline active maybe another five, ten minutes, but after that I'll be too drained to fight."
The others digested that.
"Shut it down," Watanabe said. "Can you turn it on in short bursts every few minutes?"
"Yes, but it's not chakra efficient. Why?"
"I don't know what her element is, but I know that a lot of the Gōketsu have Earth Element, and they love using Hiding Like A Mole to attack from underneath. I'll be astounded if she doesn't jump us the minute we let our guard down, and you'd be able to see her coming through the ground."
"Ugh. Right."
They waited, nervousness ratcheting up even as sunrise finally broke and the light let them see their surroundings better.
Time dragged by.
"Okay, is she even coming?" Hyūga asked querulously. "Seriously, why waste our time?"
"She's messing with our heads," Eita said. "Stay frosty."
More time dragged by.
"Move!" Watanabe shouted, vanishing into a Substitution even as the word left his lips.
Eita didn't waste time looking to see what the threat was. He locked his eyes on his pre-chosen target, twisted his chakra—
—and stumbled, the chakra wasted uselessly as he lost focus due to being deluged in sticky blood.
He caught his balance and Substituted again, feeling the heavy dip in his reserves as space bent around him and he was transposed with an unassuming log. The attack had already happened, but he'd bet his next week's pay that there was another one right behind it, so he definitely wasn't sticking around.
He came out of the switch unsteady as the terrain under his feet was suddenly different, but threw himself forward regardless, stumbling for two steps until he could get his balance. He leaped, catching a tree limb and pulling himself up into one of the blinds that the team had prepared before actually setting foot on the grass.
And, of course, right into the proximity-detection cone of another macerator loaded with soot. Which stuck to the blood that coated his hair, back, left arm. He could only thank the Sage that the blood attack had come from behind him or his face would now be coated in blood/soot mud that would be almost impossible to get off.
"Get back here, you stinkers!" Psycho Sensei Lady shouted from out on the field where the boys had been standing moments before. "Clean this mess up so we can get to training!"
Studying with his new teacher was, Eita reflected, going to have some challenges.
o-o-o-o
The first challenge had been the requirement to clean up the mess from the blood-filled water skins which Psycho Lady had launched at them from a trebuchet in the next Training Ground. ("Can't leave traces for those stinking nasty enemy stinkers!") They were each assigned a section and told to "Clean it and keep it clean!" Fortunately, they had all had the foresight to bring their full trail gear to practice.
The Leaf Forces Standard Field Pack consisted of a storage seal containing a wooden footlocker. Inside the footlocker was, by the grace of the Hokage and in fear of Senior Drill Instructor Fujioka:
- Kunai, well-maintained and shave-sharp, stored in regulation oilskin, three (3)
- Throwing knives, well-maintained and shave-sharp, stored in regulation oilskin, twelve (12)
- Field tent, rolled and packed, one (1)
- Stakes for said field tent, steel, twelve (12)
- Guy lines for said field tent, six feet in length, twelve (12)
- Ground cloth for said field tent, one (1)
- Rain fly for said field tent, one (1)
- Blankets, 8' by 5', wool, brushed clean and folded, two (2)
- Field-standard mess kit, one (1), containing:
- Tin cup, one pint, one (1)
- Steel spork, one (1)
- Waterskins, one liter each, full and properly stoppered, three (3)
- Uniform, spare, cleaned and folded, one (1)
- Civilian shirt and pants, casual, for mission use only, cleaned and folded, one each (1 each)
- Firebox, fueled as per Standard Field Protocol 13/7.a.9, burning, one (1)
- Wire, suitable for skytower assembly, coiled neatly, fifty (50) yards
- Boards, suitable for skytower assembly, ten (10)
- Pegs for skytower assembly, thirty (30)
- Trail rations, twenty-one (21)
- ...blah blah blah stuff chosen by some weird-ass bureaucrat who had probably never been outside the walls of Konoha because seriously how often were you going to need that?
Eita finished getting the last of the blood off the grass in his section and straightened up, arching back to get the crick out of his spine. His blankets and spare uniform had been sacrificed to the gods of housework, since there had been too much blood to clean up otherwise. (Seriously, where had she gotten it all? Had she been given a previous team and drained their soot- and chalk-covered corpses dry?!)
He turned to check on the others. "You guys need any h—"
"OW!" Hyūga yelped clutching his head and looking up at where his teacher was sitting on top of the training wall the base of which he'd been scrubbing. A wooden training kunai lay on the grass next to him. "What the FUCK?!"
"Oh, stop whining," Psycho Lady said. "I dropped it hilt-first." She arched forward, dropping off the fifteen-foot wall with casual ease and no need to push off with her hands. Eita did his absolute best not to notice the way her...uh, anatomy moved.
"Besides," she said to Hyūga. "It's your fault for not using those cheating eyeballs."
"They cost chakra!"
Psycho Lady sniffed, nose in the air and still managing to look down at Hyūga. "A likely story, you lazy stinker. Think fast." She tapped the seal in her uniform's #14 slot (outside of the right bicep) and tossed a suddenly-appearing bucket in Eita's general direction.
It wasn't at him, unfortunately. If it had been at him he might have caught it and, worst case, it would have doused him, rendering him incrementally more filthy than he already was. No, she tossed it just in front of him so that it sailed past and hit the ground, spilling its sanguine contents all over the rocks and grass that he had just finished mopping clean.
"Hmph," she said, sniffing in disappointment. "Need to work on those reflexes."
Eita took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Sensei," he said calmly, "I've used up my water allotment. I will not be able to clean the rocks to the standard you specified given my available supplies." He absently waved away the latest batch of flies that were attempting to join the ones happily feasting on the mess that was soaking his left arm. There were more on his back; their buzzing was about to drive him mad and the stench of the blood had him nauseous.
"Hrmph." She looked at the mess and then back at him. "Fine. Follow me." She turned and sprinted towards the trees. The genin were taken by surprise and didn't manage to get into motion until she was already a dozen yards off. At which point they raced after her, pushing chakra through their muscles for speed.
Moving from sunlight into the shadows of the trees left Eita half-blind for a few key seconds; by the time he could see clearly again, Psycho Sensei was gone.
"That way," a bulging-veined Hyūga said, pointing to the right. They started to moved in that direction but stopped when he suddenly held up a hand. "Wait! She just disappeared!"
The genin looked at each other. "Clone?" Watanabe asked.
Hyūga shook his head. "No. She was solid and had chakra flows, so she wasn't a basic clone. She didn't pop into water or crumble into rocks, so she wasn't a Water or Earth clone."
Eita groaned. "Shadow Clone. She knows Shadow Clone."
The other two digested that.
"That...seems bad," Hyūga said at last.
"She did go through here," Watanabe replied. "We all saw her go in. She had to have left tracks."
Eita grimaced. "What if the one talking to us was a Shadow Clone the whole time? That one could have dispersed the second she was out of our sight and the one Hyūga saw was pre-positioned to lead us the wrong way. Same way she set up traps in all our blinds." (He hadn't actually asked if the other two had gotten hit on the way into their blinds, but they had been just as covered in soot as he was, so he was guessing 'yes'.)
Watanabe took a deep, calming breath. "Fine," he said, his voice very calm. "We can handle this. Treat it like a capture mission. She had to have been on the field or at least in the area this whole time. All we have to do is find her. Let's spread out."
"Hang on," Eita said. "This is a perfect opportunity for her to bait us into traps. Hyūga, can you look around really carefully and see if you can find any more of those blind spots?"
Hyūga grunted and closed his physical eyes. The other two boys waited, watching their teammate scout without moving.
"Got one," Hyūga said after a minute. "About ten yards that way, in a tree. Given the placement, it's probably got a conic proximity trigger and another of those macerators on it."
"Nice catch," Watanabe said, nodding to Eita. "Any others?" he asked Hyūga
The clan kid went silent again. A full minute crawled by. "There's another one, about twenty feet north of the first one, in some bushes. Bigger, enough that she could hide in it if she scrunched down, and sited so she'd have a good view of us getting caught in the first one."
Eita snorted. "Trap?"
"Trap," agreed both of the other boys.
"No way is she in that," Hyūga said. "Probably we'd push the branches aside and get another blast of soot in the face."
"Unless that's what she wants us to think," Watanabe said uncertainly. "How crazy do you guys think she is?"
"Uh..."
"Better not go there," Eita told them. "From what I've heard her brain is a sack of wet cats, so trying to get in her head is just going to get us clawed up. Besides, she's probably better at headgames than we are, since she lives with the Red Lady."
The others both winced. Neither of them were eager to try to out-think someone who had probably been trained by Lady Gōketsu.
"Actually..." Hyūga said slowly. "Remember how she said she was no good at infiltration? If that was true and not just persona-establishment then she might not be playing too deep at all. Maybe she just kept going straight ahead through the woods."
"There is a creek up that way about a mile," Watanabe said after a minute, pointing a little to the right of how they had come into the forest. "This whole thing started because we were all out of water for cleaning."
Eita looked where Watanabe pointed and saw nothing but trees and apparently undisturbed ground cover. "Let's still keep an eye out for traps on the way."
o-o-o-o
Moving through the forests of the Leaf, even those relatively tame ones right outside the walls, was a slow and painstaking process if you were trying to make sure your psychotic and trap-obsessed teacher had not been having a vindictive moment. It took a good thirty minutes for the genin to arrive at the sun-dappled creek.
It was an idyllic scene. The sun was leaking through the treetops in golden beams, birds and insects were making a gentle susurration, and the creek burbled sweetly over a knee-high drop before moseying off deeper into the woods.
The genin were all clutching their weapons, eyes darting furiously in all directions, pausing at every step to check in all directions. They were drenched in sweat, their noses deadened by the stench of the blood that soaked most of their clothes, itchy and sore from the chalk and soot that stuck to them everywhere, and being constantly chomped on by insects.
Given their situation, a reasonable person might perhaps have understood the fury that ran through them upon seeing their teacher sitting cross-legged on the grass, munching on peanuts and reading a book.
Her head came up as they arrived.
"Oh, you made it. What took you? Come on, let's learn water walking. It's handy, and all the falling in will help get the blood off." She waved a hand in front of her face. "Hey, do you guys know that you smell bad?"
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Unaligned Player
Agony that desires to meet Extinction
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- Adrift between sanity and madness
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- Shrug
I can TASTE the desire to go missing-nin.
Jello_Raptor
(Confirmed Jelly)
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- Left of Center
Huh, did we not have a plan?
Emstar
The Shining One
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- Trapped in an extradimensional rift.
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- She/They
Current plans are in the tally.
One of the members of Fire's underworld goes to Hiashi and tattles to him about it, and then he takes measures to confirm.
How do the members of Fire's underworld know about it? Hard to say without you providing a stronger definition of "work with Mist Yakuza". I suppose it might be possible to use extreme secret measures and help limited to untraceable information only, but then-
1. Is that even actually doing enough to assist them in any meaningful fashion?
and
2. Going to extremes to keep it secret now means that now the Mist Yakuza know they have blackmail material and can threaten to leak word to the Hokage themselves if the relationship ever goes sour.
Trebuchet? TREBUCHET!? This can't be allowed to stand. Such inefficiency. No, gentlemen, clearly we need to adjust our projectile capabilities with Storage Seals so that we can make seal-based mortars, so that Honoka won't live in this bleak future where she has to rely on a machine to send bags of blood hurtling through the air unto her hapless students. No, she must be able to employ the power of eldritch beings from beyond reality for this task! Anything less is not good enough.
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You did. Laziness ate my day yesterday, family ate it today. Didn't start until 3:30 or 4 and didn't think I could handle the plan in the available time. This was easier.
- Location
- Yes.
Alternatively, Honoka was going on easy on them and/or displaying OPSEC such that she does not reveal her true capabilities.
Emstar
The Shining One
- Location
- Trapped in an extradimensional rift.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Kagome's been her sensei for about 18 years or so at this point[Consequently, she's picked some sanity up from us as well] so this is probably the equivalent of chucking some chalk at their heads for her.
XP here:
We ultimately accepted 4 of them, so Hazou et al will be getting +4XP
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- Yes.
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Or, alternatively, she likes trebuchets. :>
Cariyaga
Handsome Gentleperson
- Location
- United States
Did she set one up to target the arena on a trigger during her chuunin exams?
Fresh Genin: "Sensei, why is there a trebuchet in this training ground?
Jonin Sensei: "Ignore it."
Fresh Genin: "But-"
Jonin Sensei: "Ignore it. That's an order. Trust me, you're better off not questioning it."
- Location
- The Deep Blue Sea
I dunno if I believe the math here - can Hazou meaningfully have been said to be in a conflict with the Scroll...?
- Location
- Omniverse #1345
Meh. Not so much the scroll as his sanity vs the Out. The scroll was a mere window.
Hello! Some people were interested in poisoning Hiashi? How would we go about doing that?
More ideas welcome. I really wonder if this is something we could do or if it's just bluster.
- Delivery
- Can't trace back to us.
- Need good alibis since we will be suspected no matter what.
- Ideally, Hazou doesn't think about assassination plans until he can get Mari to TLitF him, rattle off some plans, then have them wiped from his memory. Leave Mari to execute. Don't want to force her to use the jutsu again, though.
- Co-opt a gift from another party to celebrate him becoming hokage?
- Need to figure out his habits. Does he only eat food cooked 2 years ago, fresh from storage scrolls? Does he only use one set of utensils? Which well does his water come from?
- Byakugan is a vulnerability if we can figure out some pattern of light flashes that gives the user a seizure from their peripheral vision. Start selling seal lanterns.
- What other vectors are there? Air, sound, making a relative into a carrier?
- Kages do lots of paper work. Find where the paper is made and spike it with something? Don't imagine there's a large reserve.
- If the Hyuga get a summoning scroll, it's another attack vector. If Hiashi becomes the summoner himself, we can kill him in the summon realm. If it's someone else, Hiashi will be there for the scroll signing. Research a seal that causes summons to explode upon creation.
- Payload
- Use something unknown to be harmful in the EN.
- Do they know lead or mercury are harmful? If Hiashi is fond of acidic food, could we start a lead utensil trend in Leaf to fit him and some small group of unintended victims? Not a chemist, so don't hold my stupid notions against me
- Maybe something innocuous until it's combined with another ingredient? Adds complexity to delivery but better deniability.
- Ask Noburi what kinds of things med nin are unable to heal. Don't want to poison him only for Tsunade to heal him.
- Effect
- Doesn't have to be lethal.
- Something that causes blindness would be nice.
- Better if it's not something he can bluff/deny if he doesn't see the greater good in resigning. Pun intended.
- Slow onset effects keep Leaf more stable, as Hiashi can be 'offscreened' like Hiruzen until news of his condition will be less alarming.
- Bad idea: store a large amount of carbon monoxide in the basement, wait for a day when the wind is blowing towards the Hyuga compound and Hiashi is visiting, release it. There will be a lot of collateral and it will take a ridiculous amount of carbon monoxide.
GABA agonists. Make him build up a tolerance without noticing, then stop providing them. It's not the drug that kills him, it's the withdrawal.
So, we announce the intent to poison him in advance and invite intense inspection, because there's no way anybody would miss involvement in those circumstances and nobody sane would do such-
Nevermind, I lost the thread. Reception is a lot worse here Inside the Ring.
Players! You may wish to take a look at a new addition to the rules doc.
Thanks so much to @MadScientist for giving us these suggestions. We ultimately accepted 4 of them, so Hazou et al will be getting +4XP
@MadScientist: you are at least as valuable a contributor as I am. I have no higher tier of praise available, but may need to delve into transfinite mathematics to derive one if you continue with contributions of this order.
- Location
- Yes.
I dunno, he got his brain scrambled and got a Severe Consequence trying to get back into his body?