Another Crime [Satyr] (C-ranked Crime)

Having just killed a few innocent men and not caring less, Uchiha Satyr carried on his path to the desert of the wind country. It would not be too long before he could reach the village hidden in the sand, where he was to meet Saotome Satoshi, and formulate what they were to do next. He him self wanted to take down and capture a bijuu, Houkou to be precise. To go about doing that both he and Satyr would need to get vastly stronger. As for him self, since dying he did not know what he wanted to do or achieve in this world. ‘Maybe I should become a kage, and start a war to clean this world of the pathetic filth that most humans are, the kinda just like those travellers back that cant protect them selves. I shall make this world truly fear my existence, that is what I shall aim towards from now on.’ He thought to him self, finally deciding upon a course of action that he would take. For him to achieve this though he would need to be stronger, and he would not be able to do it completely alone. He had sent Satoshi out to find members for the little organisation that he had created, also known as Shichi Fuzen. Using this as a tool he would take control of the countries from behind the scenes, then from the shadows he would make them go to war with each other. Once war had finally started and broken out, he would be able to wade through the front lines, killing all he came across. If war had started out, he would make sure that he did not pick any individual side, rather he would pick a war zone and proceed to kill as much as he could, making no differentiation between sides. That way he could be sure to make only the strongest of all the shinobi in this world survive the war, and once that happened he could challenge them all, finding out the strongest. He may have lost most of his personality when he died, but he lost none of his ambition. He wanted to be proven the strongest, and if any one stronger came along he would gladly accept his fate. Until such a time came how ever he would survive. By now he could see nothing but sand in every direction, not the forests behind him or the great walls of the village hidden in the sand some where in front of him. It was here that he came across his next target. This time it was a lone person, who looked equipped for a long time of travelling, but they were not equipped for battle of any shape or form. ‘Perfect, I can get some more money off of this person to further my purposes’ he thought to him self, his walking pace or direction had not changed, it would not be long before he walked straight next to him, and it was there that he would make his move. The sand around him was brewing up into a small storm, and visibility was very low. No one would see what Satyr was about to do other than him. Activating his sharingan just as he walked past his prey he turned around at the same time as drawing his katana, the spinning motion adding to the velocity of the swing, taking out both of his legs at the knee join in one go. The man rolled over in the ground, screaming in agony at half of both his legs now missing from his body. He quickly went about taking any thing of worth on the man, mainly just money, then carried on his path to Suna.

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