Backstage Bouncer [Mission/Solo]

[Tokugawa Hanzo]

It was an incredibly beneficial coincidence that Binge Kitchen, the dive bar located directly underneath Hanzo's apartment, was to be the venue for his first mission after moving back to Kumo. The bar was somewhat renowned for being a pilgrimage for up and coming acts. Tonight was a special night. The hip hop duo Hunky Eruption were going to make their debut in Kumo at the one and only, aptly named, Binge Kitchen. Unfortunately, the dive bar also had the less-than-sterling reputation of being a bit more rough and tumble than more upscale venues. As such, Hunky Eruption put in the request for a young shinobi to act as a bouncer for their performance. The call was made for any young genin because surely any shinobi with even a modicum of jutsu knowledge would be able to hold back the drunkards. Little did they know that eighteen-year-old Tokugawa Hanzo was the first to pounce on the opportunity. He really needed the money. He was not sure if his age would make them feel more comfortable in their safety or more suspicious that he was some kind of academy dropout.

Hanzo, having not much else to do for the day, hung around his apartment until a few hours before the show. He made the very short walk downstairs to his mission and began chatting with the old man who owned the joint, the one and only Slippery Shichiro. The old man asked after the well-being of Hanzo's two siblings, and Hanzo in return showed his curiosity with how business was doing. After exchanging small talk, Slippery Shichiro looked up and said, "There're yer men."

A slight shuffling of feet was heard from behind Hanzo, and a gruff voice called out,"Sup, brah? You the guy?"

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Hanzo only now realized just what he had gotten himself into. "Yes, I am indeed the guy," he said awkwardly. He now began to regret the convenience of this mission.

The man in the black and red shirt began to speak. "Man, my bruh, what's good? This is mah boy Boogie Knights. I'm Murdatrox Jefferspin. We're Hunky Eruption!" Somewhere in the back of the establishment Hanzo heard a faint, "Woo!" from one of the patrons, already sauced up. This night was going to be quite interesting.

"My name is Tokugawa Hanzo. I am an herbalist, playwright, and head of the Tokugawa clan; a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Damn, they went full out, huh brah? Sendin' us the head of a clan. It ain't gonna get that hog wild up in this b," Boogie Knights said. "Tell you what, here's what we need you to take care of," he began again as he started pointing out different choke points around the stage which Hanzo would be responsible for keeping clear. "Sure this ain't too big to handle for some boss hog like you, brah. Just take care of the space while we're bustin' beats in this fat pig, and come collect your fat ducats afterward. Hell, you do good 'nuff we'll let you come to the afterparty."

A few hours later, the show was set to begin. The bar had become packed near capacity, and Hanzo knew Slippery Shichiro would let people in past capacity until they were packed like sardines. Somehow, Hunky Eruption made the tiny stage work, and Hanzo was in place scouting out the area. Everyone was waiting, and that was when it happened.

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!	Some explicit music lies ahead:

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The crowd began to go wild. Sake, sweat, and gambler's dice went everywhere. Literally everything had hit the fan in the very first minute of the show. It seemed like every time Murdatrox Jefferspin let out a, "Tchea, tchea!" the crowd would erupt once more. Hanzo began to think things out as he used his Thunderfist jutsu and kikaichu to incapacitate some rowdy stage rushers. He had a novel idea that might just make the whole show a bit more manageable.

Concentrating briefly amongst the roars of the crowd, he began casting his genjutsu. First and foremost, he created two clones to aid him in surrounding the stage. Right after, it was time to throw up a little False Surroundings jutsu. He began to give the sound waves form, giving them cartoon-like staccatos, black lines shooting out from the mics and speakers toward the audience. Some of the more plucky individuals backed up a bit, but there was still one man who would not relent.

Hanzo approached, Thunderfist at the ready. "Sir, you need to back up," he yelled as politely as he could. The music, blaring, surely drowned out most of his voice, but the man seemed to get what he was indicating.

"Oh, shove it!" the man, appearing to be middle-aged with the beer belly to prove it, yelled as he threw his sake in Hanzo's face. The alcohol burned his eyes, the tears welling almost immediately to flush out the toxins which had begun to combat his cornea. Play time was over for Hanzo. He cast a bit of Intimidation jutsu to begin filling the little man with dread, tired of the exhaustive use of chakra necessitated by the nigh uncontrollable crowd. Hanzo could not take much more, so he would have to use this man as an example. He began to see fear in the man's eyes as he placed upon him a Tourniquet jutsu making him believe he had begun bleeding. The man began to cry out in pain, but Hanzo was not finished.

People had begun to watch the showdown, if one could call it that, which had broken out between Hanzo and the man right in front of the stage. This was just what he wanted. He gave the drunkard the old One-Two followed up by an Uncalled For Shot. The man vomited on the floor, disgusting others attempting to reach the stage, and he began to wimper and ran away as the genjutsu Hanzo had cast wore off. Slippery Shichiro came by with a mop and bucket, and instead of taking care of the vomit, handed the implements to Hanzo and told him to get to work. Having no dignity at this point, he began to mop up the bodily fluids. The man had obviously eaten chicken nuggets that night.

Unfortunately, Slippery Shichiro had announced that drinks were now half price (though in reality they were only at a ten percent discount), and the crowd had become wound up once more. More alcohol coated their inhibitions, and two impressionists dressed as Hunky Eruption got in Hanzo's face. Unfortunately for these two, they were both obvious redheads and terrible impressionists. Regardless of their intent, Hanzo knew he had to keep them away. With a flourish of his mop-turned-weapon, he thwacked one upside the head while the other came at him with fists ready to fight.

Down went the first impressionist. The other redhead still standing, however, came in with a stinging blow to Hanzo's body. It appeared this guy knew how to fight and was softening his opponent up before going for a knockout punch. Too bad for the poor guy, Hanzo had a mop...and he knew how to use it. They traded blows for a minute, creating a whole new spectacle in front of the supposed fat beats Hunky Eruption were belting out. Hanzo had taken a kick to his shin and two more punches to his stomach. The redhead had been hit in the stomach with a thrust of the mop and a couple whacks to the side of his ribcage. It was now time for Hanzo's finisher. He dipped the mop into the bucket and took a look at the disgusting mixture of alcohol, dirty water, and vomit now on the mop head. With a wet flourish, the mop head found itself placed directly on the face on the oncoming ginger impressionist. The crowd got uneasily quiet for a second, and Hanzo once again heard a faint, "Woo!" coming from the back of the establishment. Murdatrox Jefferspin saved the day, however, letting out a, "Tchea, tchea!" which set the crowd back into a fervor. The bar-goers had seemed to learn their lesson this time, and the remainder of Hunky Eruption's set went by without major issue.

After the set was finished and Slippery Shichiro had begun angrily shooing people out of his bar, Hunky Eruption came up to Hanzo. "Great stuff man," Boogie Knights said with a smirk. "That stuff with the choreography and the visuals, brah, straight dope."

"Bruh, you did good. Real good. We'll be down the block for the afterparty. See you there." And with that, Hunky Eruption left with their newly gained entourage in tow. Hanzo was tired, sweaty, and covered in alcohol. It was time to get out of here and go home. He began his walk back upstairs, embarrassed he had just been the bouncer for the most ludicrous of musical groups he had ever met. He hoped he would never see them again, but he had a gut feeling that knew he probably would.

WC = 1,503