- Good catch, Arakawa? - Arakawa asked the blond-haired shinobi in his thirties, who was standing guard on the wall, without a hitai-te to identify him as belonging to the hidden village.
Apparently he was the one who whistled in response.
- Great, Taka, we were lucky to stumble upon a clash between Loyalists and Clansmen this time, and the rest was a matter of technique," the team leader grinned contentedly, pulling back his hood and revealing a swarthy face with a short lock of black hair that was just beginning to gray, "Any of the other search teams back?
- You're the second, Nurita and her boys showed up this morning with some good loot too," the guard nodded.
- Oh, what's the catch? - The shinobi asked interestedly.
- Better than you - two Terumi women, one of them a kunoichi with a kekkei kenkai, and girls of six and four," Taka grinned happily and slammed his palm on the stone, slowly forming an opening large enough to enter the camp, "the clan ferried their civilians in small groups, not wanting to attract the attention of Kirigakure's loyal forces, and Nurita took advantage of the moment.
- Lucky asshole! - hummed one of the previously silent shinobi.
- If the other teams are as effective as you are, this will be the last one, and in a few days we'll be able to get out of this damp place and go home," the guard grumbled.
- Let's hope so," the swarthy jonin shared his sentiments.
Anbu's elite squad, sent to retrieve the village's new genkai kekkei, was more than up to the Raikage's task, but almost all of the personnel were of the opinion that the clan's kunoichi and children could have been captured by ordinary oi-nin, who were trained to move stealthily instead of using fighters more useful on the front lines of the war. Except the Raikage doesn't argue with them, they follow orders.
The three shinobi disciplined waited for the entrance to form and went through it - if someone tried to jump over the wall in the usual ninja fashion, they would be in for a very unpleasant surprise. The meter-thick stone behind them closed again, turning into a monolith, and waving to the guard, Arakawa led the team to a large building in the center of the camp.
The box erected by the Doton even had a rough semblance of a hinged door, the handle of which the jonin pulled open with a groan. Inside the spacious room were a number of close-knit bollards draped with something like plaids of coarse and dense cloth, about two-thirds of which were occupied by the motionless bodies of women and children. Almost near the entrance sat three of the squad's regular iryonins, currently playing cards.
- Take in the new guests, Doc," Arakawa addressed the eldest of the shinobi.
- Boys, get busy," the older man nodded to his much younger assistants, and he got up from the bench and went to a crate of drugs nearby, asking the new arrivals, "what was used on the prisoners?
- The usual long-acting paralyzing poison and chakra suppressant," the jonin replied, watching as the iryonins took the captives, professionally searched them, and placed them on the nearest available bollards, ignoring the contorted faces of the women who were conscious but unable to move a finger.
- Heh, more Yuki and not so flat this time," one of the younger iryonins grinned, not hesitating to rub his breasts, "I wonder how the Raikage will choose the lucky ones for these beauties?
- You can apply to be on their list," the second one chuckled, "Miki-chan will be very happy to hear about it.
- No, I still want to live," the first one twitched at the mention of his wife.
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