It was raining. Of course it was raining. Why would the weather possibly stay in any semblance of clear on such a day as this? It wasn't as if anything important was going on or anything. No, of course not. That would just be silly. There wasn't a mission to be done, or anything of the sort. Oh wait...that's right.
It was a miserable day. The only thing the weather had going for it was that it wasn't all that cold. The sky was overcast, rain pouring steadily from the clouds. The world blanketed in shadows, giving everything a dreary feel. It was the sort of day best suited for staying inside. That was probably why one particular thief did not. Nobody wanted to be outside in this sort of weather, so it gave them the perfect cover. They were able to break into the building easily. That was never going to be the difficult part. No, the difficult part came after. The scroll wasn't necessarily the small, easy to conceal type. If it hadn't been such a rainy day, in the middle of the week, no less, they probably never would have found the hole in security they used to accomplish the task. They stole the aforementioned scroll. Not a trace of their identity left behind. At least...that was the theory.
These sorts of things, however, were often more predicted than it first appears. As such, those in charge were more than prepared for such an inevitability. A video recorder was left in an obscure place, recently installed so it wasn't widely known about. While they hadn't been able to catch the culprit in the act, they got enough video evidence to identify the thief. All that remained was to find them. And that was where the shinobi came in. This sort of job was important. Too important to give to just any old person to handle. After much searching and deliberation, one was chosen who seemed to fit the necessary qualifications. A Medical ninja with a perchance for violence. Someone who would have enough spare time, and the proper motivation, for accomplishing the task. Someone who would know what to do with the scroll so such things didn't happen again.
Nobody fit the list better than Hatsuharu Katsu.
An envelope of noticeable size found it's way to Katsu's residence. There was no writing on the front, save for his name, written in a hasty, scrawled font. Upon opening the package, a video would fall out, accompanied by a small note, and a decent amount of yen. The note read simply: "This video depicts a theft of a high significance. Find the thief, and retrieve the stolen scroll. Take whatever measure necessary to make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands, even if that means destroying it. Nobody can read the contents. Full payment upon completion." Five minutes after the note was unfolded, the paper would begin to smolder, before alighting.
Was it a little mysterious? Sure. A little bit of an overkill? Yeah. But someone really didn't want anyone else to know what was going on. And, in the world of shinobi, it wasn't all that uncommon.
It was a miserable day. The only thing the weather had going for it was that it wasn't all that cold. The sky was overcast, rain pouring steadily from the clouds. The world blanketed in shadows, giving everything a dreary feel. It was the sort of day best suited for staying inside. That was probably why one particular thief did not. Nobody wanted to be outside in this sort of weather, so it gave them the perfect cover. They were able to break into the building easily. That was never going to be the difficult part. No, the difficult part came after. The scroll wasn't necessarily the small, easy to conceal type. If it hadn't been such a rainy day, in the middle of the week, no less, they probably never would have found the hole in security they used to accomplish the task. They stole the aforementioned scroll. Not a trace of their identity left behind. At least...that was the theory.
These sorts of things, however, were often more predicted than it first appears. As such, those in charge were more than prepared for such an inevitability. A video recorder was left in an obscure place, recently installed so it wasn't widely known about. While they hadn't been able to catch the culprit in the act, they got enough video evidence to identify the thief. All that remained was to find them. And that was where the shinobi came in. This sort of job was important. Too important to give to just any old person to handle. After much searching and deliberation, one was chosen who seemed to fit the necessary qualifications. A Medical ninja with a perchance for violence. Someone who would have enough spare time, and the proper motivation, for accomplishing the task. Someone who would know what to do with the scroll so such things didn't happen again.
Nobody fit the list better than Hatsuharu Katsu.
An envelope of noticeable size found it's way to Katsu's residence. There was no writing on the front, save for his name, written in a hasty, scrawled font. Upon opening the package, a video would fall out, accompanied by a small note, and a decent amount of yen. The note read simply: "This video depicts a theft of a high significance. Find the thief, and retrieve the stolen scroll. Take whatever measure necessary to make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands, even if that means destroying it. Nobody can read the contents. Full payment upon completion." Five minutes after the note was unfolded, the paper would begin to smolder, before alighting.
Was it a little mysterious? Sure. A little bit of an overkill? Yeah. But someone really didn't want anyone else to know what was going on. And, in the world of shinobi, it wasn't all that uncommon.
