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Namezan walked down the road to the village when a masked man stepped out in front of him. "Yer money or yer life, bub!"

Namezan tilted his head and smiled, the highwayman shuddering as he got a glimpse of NAmezan's eyes. "Summoning: Yokobure no Futsuriai..."

Namezan was suddenly holding a silvery flute with a small flourish at the end. "Akumu Soumeikyoku Daini: Menuetto."

He began dancing in an eye-watering pattern and playing a tune on the flute. Wind began to blow from nowhere as the highwayman tried to move and found himself unable to. His legs seemed to have fallen asleep, and as he realized this his knees gave out and he fell to the ground. The wind began to blow harder, whistling and humming through the complex topography of scars that covered Namezan's skin. The strange, unearthly keening mixed with the tune from the flute and burned itself directly into the unfortunate highwayman's hindbrain. He felt...

a light, yet insistent pressure on his shoulder. He reached up and swatted at what he thought was a fly, and his hand contacted something leathery and hard as bone. HE looked down with fear-filled eyes at a black-clawed hand with four desiccated fingers and skin so dark blue as to be almost black. He screamed, or at least tried to, but his lungs were frozen. He felt the claws dig into his shoulder and drag him away from his body, and suddenly there were more hands, coming out of a shadowy patch on the ground.

They grasped at his arms, legs, and body as he screamed and screamed, struggling in vain to escape the terrible claws that dug into his transparent flesh and dragged him ever closer to the shadowy pit. He looked up at the benignly smiling face of the man who had placed him in this situation, and cursed him, froth and spittle flying from the corners of his mouth, as his shoulder touched the pit. As it did another navy blue arm came up from the shadows, thick with muscle and with claws each six inches long. It came down and, ignoring his screams, covered his face and dragged his spirit into the darkness, where the arms began to rip him apart...

...and apart, and apart, for eternity. For days, weeks, years, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, an infinity of years, he was torn and rent into ever-smaller pieces, and yet he could still feel every iota of the exquisite pain as his body...

...collapsed to the ground, twitching as his mind was shattered by the illusion. Namezan stopped dancing and stored his special flute back in its scroll. "None who do not wish to die dare to attack or threaten the Sound Five. I was merciful, highwayman."

He dug a hole with a quick doton jutsu and lowered the still-twitching body into it, covering the hole with dirt before bowing his head. "ιи тнє иαмє σƒ ğσ∂, тнє ¢σмραššισиαтє αи∂ мєя¢ιƒυℓ, ğяαит тнє šσυℓ вєƒσяє уσυя тняσиє тнє єтєяиαℓ тσямєит тнαт ιт нαš šσ נυšтℓу єαяиє∂ ву αттα¢кιиğ уσυя нυмвℓє šєяναит.

ιи тнє иαмє σƒ тнє ¢σмραššισиαтє αи∂ ιиƒιиιтєℓу נυšт ℓσя∂ ιи нєανєи, αмєи."

And he continued into the village.

((Uh... that guy died. He's a generic non-shinobi who was hit by Namezan's second most powerful attack full-force. Imagine Tsukoyomi magnified times ten thousand, compressed into a fraction of the time. He's completely brain-dead.))

Mother cries...((Meh, so he's been mindF^&*.))


Ronnel spun past the gates, a small orb of wind hovering under each of his feet. He skimmed past the guards, waving once to each.

((Sweet. If my guy wasn't a Tai/Nin type, I'd try learning that.))

Kyuri departed soon after he had given the letter towards Vergil.

Kyuri walked towards the village as he sensed something strange. He then disappeared.......

Drake walked through the gates of the village as he headed for his next destination.