The air was ripe with cigarette smoke and...people. Harumi didn't like this area, but her mission notice specifically said this store, "The Golden Parasol." What a weird name for a grocery store.... Harumi stopped her thoughts and focused on surveillance. She was awaiting the other ninja-in-training who would accompany her on this mission. She'd specifically requested him, she trusted him as one of her best (and only) friends, and he had black hair. Kurokawa Masaki is who she asked for, he was a new student at the academy, just like herself, and they'd met on another mission to Arcadia. Regardless of past relations with Masaki, Harumi had picked him because he was handy with that electrified metal Bo Staff of his and he was good with Ninjutsu, and Harumi wasn't great in a fight up-close. And he had black hair.
Slowly rotating her head from left to right, Harumi could notice anything and everything for about 10 miles, and in perfect detail. She scanned the neighborhood, or at least what was visible from her nest high in the concrete jungle of Mairuishi. This store was in the "bad" side of town, known gang activity, corrupt merchants, even organized crime to an almost white collar level. Not exactly the place an eleven year old should be, but that was the life of a shinobi, go where others won't, well maybe she was glorifying it a bit....but nonetheless, not safe.
Harumi had talked to the store owner, Ms. Kishima, and she told her that she'd received threats; even death threats. She insisted she required direct protection, the only other option was for some ninja to visit her often, until the notes stopped, but she opted for Harumi and Masaki to shadow her today. She said a lot of the notes mentioned today, and quite specifically. Saying things like, "Your days are numbered." With the date scratched in at the bottom. This, she felt, was proof enough of danger worthy of shinobi body guards. She must have paid a hefty some of cash to get ninja help on such a seemingly small issue. Once Harumi had gathered all the info, she discreetly slipped out the back door and up to the roof, where she hoped she would be hidden enough to shadow Ms. Kishima while Masaki followed, masquerading as her son. This plan was fool proof, now she just had to wait for her comrade to arrive and explain it to him.
Slowly rotating her head from left to right, Harumi could notice anything and everything for about 10 miles, and in perfect detail. She scanned the neighborhood, or at least what was visible from her nest high in the concrete jungle of Mairuishi. This store was in the "bad" side of town, known gang activity, corrupt merchants, even organized crime to an almost white collar level. Not exactly the place an eleven year old should be, but that was the life of a shinobi, go where others won't, well maybe she was glorifying it a bit....but nonetheless, not safe.
Harumi had talked to the store owner, Ms. Kishima, and she told her that she'd received threats; even death threats. She insisted she required direct protection, the only other option was for some ninja to visit her often, until the notes stopped, but she opted for Harumi and Masaki to shadow her today. She said a lot of the notes mentioned today, and quite specifically. Saying things like, "Your days are numbered." With the date scratched in at the bottom. This, she felt, was proof enough of danger worthy of shinobi body guards. She must have paid a hefty some of cash to get ninja help on such a seemingly small issue. Once Harumi had gathered all the info, she discreetly slipped out the back door and up to the roof, where she hoped she would be hidden enough to shadow Ms. Kishima while Masaki followed, masquerading as her son. This plan was fool proof, now she just had to wait for her comrade to arrive and explain it to him.
~ WC: 410 ~