Night had fallen, as per orders from the captain, the groups met up beck where they first split up to set up camp. Group C was the first one to reach the spot and started making camp. Not long after Group D, Captain Roger's group, emerged from the forest to be greeted by Group C. Multiple campfires were set up with some already set up to cook some stew. The scent of chicken soup, courtesy of the chickens from the cottage, wafted to the hunters' noses instinctively guiding them towards the cauldron.

Their celebrations were halted though when they heard some bushes rustle, prompting most of them to put down their soup and take out their weapons. A tense moment permeated around the group as they all awaited the potential threat behind the bushes to make its move. What emerged was a naked man screaming surprise. A solid second passed before both Groups D and C lowered their weapons, chuckling while they were at it. Meanwhile, Group B came out from their hiding spot, chuckling at their naked companion who was already putting his clothes back on.

The battalion started to laugh and talk about random things, enjoying the chicken soup that was served. Things were just looking up even more when someone took out their backpack and only pulled out beer, after beer, after beer. A couple of hours passed, the moon had already reached its zenith. A large number of hunters were fast asleep with the help of alcohol. For those who didn't drink chose to take the first watch, one of the hunters who didn't drink was sitting on a rock looking at the wall of trees, Captain Rogers.

How could he enjoy his drink when one group hadn't returned yet?

"Permission to sit next to you, captain?"

Captain Rogers looked to his left to see a familiar face, he gestured at him with a finger. "Your...,"

"Zachiel, sir,"

Rogers gave out a mute 'ah' before he made some space for his rock, allowing Zachiel to speak. There was a long silence as both just appreciated the presence of the other while at the same time, vigilantly scanning the forest for anything that might come out of place. This continued on for a few more minutes before the silence was finally broken when Zachiel spoke.

"Trouble sleeping, sir?"

"Not that, just waiting for the last group,"

"Glad to know that I'm not the only one who noticed,"

Rogers smiled. "Glad to know I'm not the only one who worries,"

Another moment of silence passed before Zachiel started rummaging through his pack. He took out two pieces of jerky, one for himself and offered the second to his captain which took it and bit on it like a cigarette. The silence was broken once more when both of them heard the brush in front of them rustling, immediately after, a figure fell out of the bush making both Zachiel and Rogers jump in surprise. Rifles trained at the figure they immediately recognised the uniform he was wearing and immediately rushed to him.

Both Zachiel and Rogers started repeating 'hey' and 'its okay' while the man started sobbing, panic coursing through his body. He then looked up and made eye contact with his captain. The look of pure terror on his face, he grabbed on to Rogers' shirt and pulled him closer.

"T-T-They're...."

A look of concern and confusion was on the captain's face as he tried to make sense of his soldier's mumblings. Realising that he couldn't after a few words in, he slowly convinced him to calm down. Rogers then called the nearest sentry to go and take a blanket, upon closer look he could see how muddy and torn up his clothes were, it was like he was thrown into the meat grinder only to be spit out. The man trembling, he was sitting fetus style in front of the fire, rocking back and forth.

A few more minutes passed and an empty bowl of chicken soup later, the man's trembling had finally stopped enough for him to stop stammering whenever he tried to say something. Kneeling down, Captain Rogers asked him what happened. He told them, every grueling, visceral and brutal detail. He told them about a monster in the very forest they sleep in and how couldn't be hurt by their firearms. He told them of the weapons it carried and how it was so otherworldly. He told them of his friends getting their spine ripped out from their bodies, brandishing it like trophy.

Zachiel and Rogers looked at each other, concern mounting on their faces. His story sounded so unreal that most would probably just dismiss it and assume that he's gone insane while venturing in the forest. The terrified look and the thousand yard stare that he had though also made them think that he wasn't lying. Either way, it was late, all of them are tired. Rogers bid the scarred man to sleep and told Zachiel to watch over him just in case.

Day had arrived slowly for some as they nursed their heads, clearing the hangover from yesterday's tomfoolery. Another hour had passed before all started to gain some composure. Standing on top of a relatively flat rock, Captain Rogers grabbed everyone's attention by shouting to form up.

Forming their ranks it was then that everyone noticed that they were short by twenty four. Their questioning looks were answered when Captain Rogers had told them of what happened the yesterday. Disbelief started to spread but that was stopped when the lone survivor of Group A stood next to Rogers and explained to them with morbid detail as to what happened to his group. There were still a small number of people who were still skeptical at the thought of an apex predator but what they did believe was to avenge their fallen brothers by hunting down this so called 'predator'.

Opinions were raised as to how their plan of attack would work, eventually, it boiled down to two choices. Continue to split up to cover more ground or all would stick together, strength in numbers. Last time didn't work since this described monster was said to be able to withstand a volley of their rifles. If twenty five people didn't work, how about they increased that by a factor of three? Surely then will they start doing some damage to this unseen monster.

With their plan set in motion, Captain Rogers rallied all of them and started to trudge through the forest again. Of course, they hadn't forgotten their mission to hunt down the last of the pony resistance, they were just more alert of their surrounding, checking every nook and cranny for this unseen monster. They looked up in the trees, since they knew how high the creature could jump, the looked straight ahead, making sure to cover all of their blind spots, making this impenetrable and moving fortress of humans.

The lone survivor told them how this monster was an apex predator? Well, that predator is going to be in a world of hurt once one of them lay their eyes on him.

"At least, they're not dumb like in the movies," 0007 thought to himself.

Crouched and in the shelter of some high brush, the Jumper used his thermal vision to tail the hunters. While the hunters still don't pose a threat to him, it did cause him a small bump since, he has the trouble of killing all of them without being riddled with bullets. Durable as his body may be, it will rouse some suspicion if he doesn't fall under the might of seventy six rifles trained at him. Therefore he hatched another plan, something simple.

If they're going to increase their firepower by a factor of three, who is stopping him from doing the same?

With that being said, he accessed his Core.

A forbidden technique that's been locked and kept away from prying eyes. Found by a young boy who is destined to do great things. The ability to be able to clone oneself countless of time as long as they still have energy to spare. Add on the fact that the moment this clone dies, it's memories will be transferred to the original host making it useful experience for the host.

[The Core has allowed access to: Naruto's large chakra pool - Naruto]

[The Core has allowed access to: Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu - Naruto]

Feeling the mystical force inside of him, 0007 then his pointer and right fingers for both hand and placed them together for form a cross. Two puff sounds were heard and once the white smoke cleared, out came two more Yautjas equipped with weapons and equipment similar to his. Since there were only two clones, 0007 was sure that bullets won't be enough to pop them.

He looked at both of his clones and spoke the Yautja tongue. "Plan is simple enough, kill them,"

Both clones looked at each other before comically shrugging. All three Yautjas opened their wrist gauntlets. Pushing a button all three decloaked and split up.

Author's Note

Part 2 of 4! What do you guys think? Was the lore behind the multi shadow clone jutsu accurate? Also, feel free to correct me if I was wrong of the clones' durability to tank a bullet. If you know any other powers that duplicate, feel free to tell me a long with the lore behind the duplicating ability.