Mission A Snatch-n-Grab!? [Self Modded Team Mission]

The South-Side of the Community District at night was a different beast than it was under the faux desert sun. The vibrant chaos of the day had settled into a low, restless hum, illuminated by flickering lanterns that cast long, dancing shadows against the sandstone walls. Goro stood at the edge of the market square, feeling the cool night air pull the heat from the stones.

He did not like standing out in the open. To steady his nerves, he began a mental inventory of his gear, his hands moving in a subtle, rhythmic dance beneath the folds of his clothes. His fingers drifted over the primary holsters where his three kunai and five shuriken were tucked away. In a specialized pouch, he felt the distinct, ridged edges of the hardened silk needles he had spent the previous night crafting. He had produced the silk from his mouth and infused it with chakra to give it the density of pine wood, then coated the tips in a mild, blunt-force paralytic. It would not kill, but it would certainly stop a limb.

Further along his belt, his fingers brushed the edges of his explosive seals. He had prepared these with a thin layer of Plexitism, a specialized explosive compound he had learned about through family trade. It made the blast more concussive and more focused, which was perfect for the tight confines of a bazaar if things went sideways.

As a patrol of the village police walked past, their armor clinking softly, Goro felt a sudden spike of self-consciousness. Even in the dim light, he felt oversized. He shifted his weight, pulling his extra limbs tight against his ribs and crossing his middle and lower arms over his stomach in a protective, grounding hug. He tried to make his silhouette as narrow as possible, blending into the shadows of a nearby spice stall.

He was ready for a fight he hoped would not happen, but the tension of the village post-attack felt like a wire pulled too tight.

Goro looked toward the main thoroughfare, his red eyes scanning the flickering lantern light for his teammates. The other two students had not arrived yet. He did not even know their names, just faces from the back of a classroom. He hoped they were punctual because in the Hive, being late meant a shift went unfilled. In the Academy, he suspected it meant something much worse. He adjusted his white braid, pulling it over his shoulder, and ran through the tally of his equipment one last time. Every piece of gear felt like a small, heavy promise to himself.

He took a slow, deep breath, trying to match the steady rhythm of the desert wind while he waited for his peers to emerge from the darkness.

WC: 464

Goro wouldn't have to wait long, as within a matter of minutes of arriving, Shinda would file in from the darkness. He wasn't attempting to blend into the shadows and he was not stealthy, yet he walked light and silent. This could be considered strange if one was to inspect him, his body covered in a shroud. Upon this shroud however were different ornaments made of human bone, crafted into items such as buckles, clasps, and buttons. These things added weight, let alone what remained unseen beneath his clothing. The night did him no such favor either, the bones mixed with his tri-pigmented (White, Black, Red) hair stood out even in the lowest of lights. With crimson eyes, he stared towards Goro with a gaze that said one thing and one thing only.....he was present.

There had not been much of any interaction between them both, though they were students and he had seen the boy here and there, maybe even a class or two. That however did not constitute him considering the boy anything other than a stranger he had an acquaintance with. This look on his face equally didn't harbor any open hostility in their gaze, just paired with his silence would lead to believe he was the thinking type. Which would be true as by nature he wasn't a fan of social banter with people he hadn't formed a trust with. Between two people of unknown origin, information of any kind after all could be used later for any myriad of purposes...and this he was cautious of. Shinda would take this time of observation to make notes of Goro past his physical appearance and found him suitable.

This boy was prepared as well, something he could tell by the equipment brought by Goro and moreso the thought in placement. Adjusting the scarf higher than it's usual position, as it slightly fell to the bridge of his nose, his gaze would divert towards the sky...the artificial dome high above them. Thoughts invaded his mind as his senses brought him back to not long ago when the air was filled with the smell of smoke and incense. Where he, as a Kyouketsu was present during the burial rites and rituals for the twenty-three whom lost their lives in the recent battles. There was still some adjustment to this new way of life but the lives of the old still followed them it seemed...
Snapping back to reality, he'd look at Goro once more, his head tilted slightly while shoulders raised ever so slightly as if speaking with body movements instead of words. Where was their third?

[Mission Entered]
[Topic Entered]
[WC: 440]

The flickering oil lamps of the South-Side market cast long, distorted shadows that seemed to dance between the stalls. The air was thick with the scent of cumin, parched earth, and the metallic tang of cooling stone. It was a restless quiet, the kind that preceded a storm, or in this case, a struggle for survival.

Matsuda Toshi rounded the corner of a spice merchant’s wagon, his wooden sandals clicking irritably against the cobblestones. He clutched a leather-bound ledger to his chest like a shield, his face set in a permanent scowl of administrative exhaustion. He stopped a few paces away from the trio, his eyes darting between them with a look that suggested he’d been short-changed by the Academy.

"Unbelievable," Toshi muttered, loud enough for them to hear. He looked at Goro first, his eyes lingering on the extra sets of arms tucked against the boy's torso. "A six-armed construction brat," his gaze shifted to Shinda, noting the macabre bone ornaments clicking against his shroud, "a graveyard decorator," and finally settled on Sabishii, who seemed to be nodding at thin air. "And a boy who’s clearly missed his bedtime and lost his comb."

Toshi exhaled a sharp, jagged breath and stepped into the center of their loose circle.

"Listen up. I don't care about your clan names or your 'aspirations.' My employer has three stalls in this sector that have been bled dry three nights in a row. We aren't being hit by master thieves; we’re being picked apart by 'pests', those scrawny, displaced brats who think a crisis is an invitation to treat the Bazaar like a free buffet."

He pointed a slender, ink-stained finger toward a cluster of stalls draped in heavy, dark canvas.

"Pay attention to The Golden Grain Silo and Maru’s Dried Goods. Those are the primary targets. The urchins use the ventilation shafts and the narrow gaps between the stone foundations to slip in. They’re fast, they’re small, and they’re desperate. My orders were to see these pests 'dealt with' so the morning rations can actually be sold, not scavenged."

He looked at the three of them, his eyes narrowing.

"The Police Force is too busy playing hero at the breach site to care about a few missing sacks of flour. That's why you’re here. Don't break the stalls, don't scare off the legitimate customers lingering in the tea houses, and for the love of the Kazekage, try to look like you know what you’re doing. I’ll be in the manager’s office at the end of the block. Don't knock unless the market's on fire."

With a final, dismissive huff, Toshi turned on his heel and disappeared back into the shadows of the stalls, leaving the three students alone in the darkening market.


WC: 459

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Goro watched Shinda emerge. The bone ornaments were a strange choice, but Goro had spent enough time in the underground shafts to know that everyone carried their own weight differently. He did not stare. Instead, he simply lifted one of his middle hands in a small wave before tucking it back.

When Sabishii arrived, looking like he had not slept in a week, Goro gave a faint nod.

"Hello," Goro murmured, his voice a quiet rasp. He said nothing more, letting the silence settle between them until the manager arrived.

Goro listened to Toshi’s insults with a practiced, stony indifference. He had worked under men like this his whole life, men who saw extra limbs as tools and children as cheap labor. He knew the type. Toshi did not want to help, he wanted the problem gone. Asking questions would be a waste of breath. Goro simply memorized the shop names and focused on the street layout.

Once Toshi left, Goro turned and began to walk. He moved with a slow, heavy gait, his red eyes scanning the rooftops and the gaps between the sandstone buildings. He stopped near a stone water basin between the two target shops and pulled a folded, dusty map from his vest.

He spread it flat, using two hands to hold the corners and a third to point. "The Silo is here," Goro said, his voice barely above a whisper. He moved his finger an inch. "Maru’s is across the gap. They are close."

He looked up at the others, then toward a nearby ledge that overlooked the alleyway. "We should find a vantage point above." Goro said lowly, not wanting to overtake any ideas they may have. While we watch, I can set a web in the gaps. It will snag them. He went quiet then, waiting for a nod or a better idea.

WC: 304