The boy had once more escaped from those who called him their son and made his way over to the Spire, where the missions were kept. The boy hated going through these motions, which felt like indentured servitude to these two who were his captors, not his parents. Every waking moment spent with them was hell for him, who wanted nothing more than to kill them. As each day passed his hatred for them grew ever stronger... As did his strength. He entered once more, kicking open the door this time with no effort to hold back, which caused the door to slam into the wall, and fall from one of it's hinges. The proctor sat up and gave him a blank stare. He squinted as though trying to remember the boy and shrugged before chucking a scroll to the boy. With his Sharingan being permanently active he could see the man's chakra begin to head more towards his arms as he caught it with little effort. A slight grunt of annoyance exited his lips as the boy left. The proctor went back to sleep in front of the boy, who decided he was near done putting up with this fool. While it only helped his name, someone would eventually catch on to the fact he was getting these high-ranked missions for his ranking. Yoruko opened the scroll on his way out and felt his eye twitch.
'That fool giving me a mission like this... I swear I'm going to get him fired if not executed for his carelessness...' The boy thought as he emanated a very powerful killing intent mere moments after leaving the Spire. He had been called pretty boy before, he'd been slapped on the ass a few times, sure. But to have him enter a prostitution circle... This was absurd. He felt his anger boil but kept it under control as the killing intent faded into nothing. Taking a deep breath he moved towards the most foul district of the village he could find. A few moments before he entered that section he flashed through some hand seals and transformed himself into a female variation of himself. His hair remained the same length and he switched out his clothes into something more ragged, which would give him the appearance of a woman who had little to nothing of value. He began wandering around the district before finding a group of people trying to look subtle while entering a building. However just as he tilted his head a man caught him by the back of the rags which could barely be called a shirt.
"My my aren't you just a doll...? I bet you'd make for a fine evening at the right price... Yanno what I'm sayin'?" The man said as he bounced a few coins around. Yoruko twisted and stared at the man before activating his Sharingan. He needed to be as inconspicuous as possible and doing any harm to the man in this form would be most unhelpful to his cause. The boy's tomoe rotated as he gave a strict command to the man who promptly began to walk away as though he had never bumped into Yoruko. The redhead enjoyed the fact that this worked so easily and wandered around the place after deactivating his Sharingan. His gut told him that there was someone behind him but he ignored it because he had to pretend to be a civilian or he would never get in, shinobi that were captured were too much of a hassle to retain without word slipping out. Yoruko soon felt something hit him in the back of the neck and he was soon rendered mostly unconscious. He forced himself to stay awake somewhat out of necessity by pumping chakra through his body at uneven intervals as a means of keeping his consciousness active. He felt them bind him and take him away somewhere which he couldn't see. But based on the smells he knew they were going exactly where he wanted them to.
They brought him into a room with a collection of other men and women, primarily the latter, where he noticed none of them held any form of chakra bindings. He rose up, noticing that his bindings had been cut. He glanced around and kept an eye out for anyone who looked like a guard before being approached by one of the other girls. They asked him for his name, thinking he was a woman like the rest of them and he smiled a sweet smile, since none of them would ever see his true face. He informed them that he was there to save them from the prostitution circle. He released the transformation jutsu which he had held. His clothes changed and he lost the breasts which he had acquired in the other state. He glanced between all of them, and pulled out the scroll. "Which of you is the ambassador's daughter?" Yoruko asked all of them as his Sharingan eyes glanced around.
One of the girls, seventeen by the looks of it spoke up. "That would be me, Yoruko-san." Yoruko smiled and nodded, deciding that he would need to keep this as clean as possible much to his dismay. "Alright, you have priority over the rest, I'm sorry ladies. However... I will be back to get the rest of you, whether I get paid or not." Yoruko stated as he glanced towards the woman in front of him as his eyes shifted into the Mangekyo Sharingan. He began walking out, placing his leather gloves upon his fists. He hated when anyone was violated against their will, as this prostitution circle was evidence of. He enjoyed killing, but forcing others to suffer before killing them without being wronged in the first place was something that was against him. It struck him as wrong, and left him with a massive killing intent that the shinobi running this place would notice. Yoruko looked around for a window and saw none. This didn't surprise him in the slightest and he decided he would have to leave out the side door where they would have carried him in. It wouldn't do for a prostitution circle to bring the would-be prostitutes in through the main entrance. He knocked on the door which they had came in from, only seeing one entrance. The man behind the door opened the door and glared only to see leather flying into his face, cutting him and sending him reeling. Yoruko glared into his eyes with the Sharingan and stood there for a moment as the man began to walk off.
Yoruko followed the man and gestured for the confused woman to follow. He was led to a side entrance, however it was guarded by several men and one who held a sword. Yoruko rolled his eyes and a well-placed chop knocked out the man who had lead them to the entrance. The man fell and the rest heard him. Yoruko gestured for the woman to hide somewhere as he charged into the fray with an uppercut straight into one of the men's jaws, leaving some nasty cuts underneath of his chin which would be hard to take care of later if he were alive. Another man charged at him however the red-haired male twisted around and sent a kick in his direction. A third man charged at him and engaged him in a fist fight, which Yoruko dodged gracefully bobbing and weaving before catching one of the man's attacks and breaking his arm. A follow-up came as the boy sent a punch to the man's stomach and slammed his knee up against the man's face knocking him out cold. The other two had been planning on double-teaming him which was something he was not intent on allowing to transpire. The sword wielder came up to him, slashing at the boy with a wide horizontal arc. The other man had a knife and attempted to strike at Yoruko with a vertical strike when the boy jumped up. Yoruko however let loose a smirk as he moved himself inside of the sword-users open spot, slamming a punch into his stomach and hijacking the sword.
Yoruko twisted around and parried the knife attack with one hand, allowing the attack to slide off as he reached behind the man and pulled him into his own knee, sending the man down. The other man had returned with another sword- Yoruko wondered for a moment where he had retrieved it before protecting himself with the man's first sword. The two parried blows for a while before Yoruko caught the man's sword, grunting from the pain of it as he shoved the other man's wakizashi through the stomach of the man. Yoruko smiled as he kicked the man down, leaving the sword within his stomach. The first two men came at him, the first with a fist cocked back. Yoruko grinned as he once again sidestepped, twisting as he grabbed the man's arm to send him flying into the other man. Yoruko flashed through some hand seals as he cast a genjutsu upon all five of them, though it was a bit difficult. A frightening, demonic figure appeared to them and nodded towards Yoruko. The girl had been watching from a distance came out and made her way towards Yoruko who smiled and kicked open the door to their exit. He and she exited, and he returned to the Spire with her in his arms, bridal style. The boy arrived at the Spire, with the woman's father being grateful for the rescue and embraced Yoruko in a hug who twitched an eye violently. He didn't like to be touched by other men... Though this one was a thankful hug, something he was unused to. He brushed off his shirt and muttered something about not being a big deal. He glanced over to the proctor who was awake in his entirety this time.
"Good job kid, you finished this mission, here is your payment." He said, hand raised for the scroll and another with a bag of Yen within.
"I expect a follow-up mission. Or I'm going back in there regardless of whether or not I get paid to do it. There are still women as well as men who are stuck there... And this time, I won't leave their captors alive." Yoruko stated in an malevolent voice. As he turned to leave, the daughter of the man gave him a kiss on the cheek as her own form of thanks.
"I truly appreciate everything you've done for me today, Yoruko-kun." She spoke with a terse bow. Yoruko let out a slight smirk and nodded his head before turning to leave, mission complete.
For now.
'That fool giving me a mission like this... I swear I'm going to get him fired if not executed for his carelessness...' The boy thought as he emanated a very powerful killing intent mere moments after leaving the Spire. He had been called pretty boy before, he'd been slapped on the ass a few times, sure. But to have him enter a prostitution circle... This was absurd. He felt his anger boil but kept it under control as the killing intent faded into nothing. Taking a deep breath he moved towards the most foul district of the village he could find. A few moments before he entered that section he flashed through some hand seals and transformed himself into a female variation of himself. His hair remained the same length and he switched out his clothes into something more ragged, which would give him the appearance of a woman who had little to nothing of value. He began wandering around the district before finding a group of people trying to look subtle while entering a building. However just as he tilted his head a man caught him by the back of the rags which could barely be called a shirt.
"My my aren't you just a doll...? I bet you'd make for a fine evening at the right price... Yanno what I'm sayin'?" The man said as he bounced a few coins around. Yoruko twisted and stared at the man before activating his Sharingan. He needed to be as inconspicuous as possible and doing any harm to the man in this form would be most unhelpful to his cause. The boy's tomoe rotated as he gave a strict command to the man who promptly began to walk away as though he had never bumped into Yoruko. The redhead enjoyed the fact that this worked so easily and wandered around the place after deactivating his Sharingan. His gut told him that there was someone behind him but he ignored it because he had to pretend to be a civilian or he would never get in, shinobi that were captured were too much of a hassle to retain without word slipping out. Yoruko soon felt something hit him in the back of the neck and he was soon rendered mostly unconscious. He forced himself to stay awake somewhat out of necessity by pumping chakra through his body at uneven intervals as a means of keeping his consciousness active. He felt them bind him and take him away somewhere which he couldn't see. But based on the smells he knew they were going exactly where he wanted them to.
They brought him into a room with a collection of other men and women, primarily the latter, where he noticed none of them held any form of chakra bindings. He rose up, noticing that his bindings had been cut. He glanced around and kept an eye out for anyone who looked like a guard before being approached by one of the other girls. They asked him for his name, thinking he was a woman like the rest of them and he smiled a sweet smile, since none of them would ever see his true face. He informed them that he was there to save them from the prostitution circle. He released the transformation jutsu which he had held. His clothes changed and he lost the breasts which he had acquired in the other state. He glanced between all of them, and pulled out the scroll. "Which of you is the ambassador's daughter?" Yoruko asked all of them as his Sharingan eyes glanced around.
One of the girls, seventeen by the looks of it spoke up. "That would be me, Yoruko-san." Yoruko smiled and nodded, deciding that he would need to keep this as clean as possible much to his dismay. "Alright, you have priority over the rest, I'm sorry ladies. However... I will be back to get the rest of you, whether I get paid or not." Yoruko stated as he glanced towards the woman in front of him as his eyes shifted into the Mangekyo Sharingan. He began walking out, placing his leather gloves upon his fists. He hated when anyone was violated against their will, as this prostitution circle was evidence of. He enjoyed killing, but forcing others to suffer before killing them without being wronged in the first place was something that was against him. It struck him as wrong, and left him with a massive killing intent that the shinobi running this place would notice. Yoruko looked around for a window and saw none. This didn't surprise him in the slightest and he decided he would have to leave out the side door where they would have carried him in. It wouldn't do for a prostitution circle to bring the would-be prostitutes in through the main entrance. He knocked on the door which they had came in from, only seeing one entrance. The man behind the door opened the door and glared only to see leather flying into his face, cutting him and sending him reeling. Yoruko glared into his eyes with the Sharingan and stood there for a moment as the man began to walk off.
Yoruko followed the man and gestured for the confused woman to follow. He was led to a side entrance, however it was guarded by several men and one who held a sword. Yoruko rolled his eyes and a well-placed chop knocked out the man who had lead them to the entrance. The man fell and the rest heard him. Yoruko gestured for the woman to hide somewhere as he charged into the fray with an uppercut straight into one of the men's jaws, leaving some nasty cuts underneath of his chin which would be hard to take care of later if he were alive. Another man charged at him however the red-haired male twisted around and sent a kick in his direction. A third man charged at him and engaged him in a fist fight, which Yoruko dodged gracefully bobbing and weaving before catching one of the man's attacks and breaking his arm. A follow-up came as the boy sent a punch to the man's stomach and slammed his knee up against the man's face knocking him out cold. The other two had been planning on double-teaming him which was something he was not intent on allowing to transpire. The sword wielder came up to him, slashing at the boy with a wide horizontal arc. The other man had a knife and attempted to strike at Yoruko with a vertical strike when the boy jumped up. Yoruko however let loose a smirk as he moved himself inside of the sword-users open spot, slamming a punch into his stomach and hijacking the sword.
Yoruko twisted around and parried the knife attack with one hand, allowing the attack to slide off as he reached behind the man and pulled him into his own knee, sending the man down. The other man had returned with another sword- Yoruko wondered for a moment where he had retrieved it before protecting himself with the man's first sword. The two parried blows for a while before Yoruko caught the man's sword, grunting from the pain of it as he shoved the other man's wakizashi through the stomach of the man. Yoruko smiled as he kicked the man down, leaving the sword within his stomach. The first two men came at him, the first with a fist cocked back. Yoruko grinned as he once again sidestepped, twisting as he grabbed the man's arm to send him flying into the other man. Yoruko flashed through some hand seals as he cast a genjutsu upon all five of them, though it was a bit difficult. A frightening, demonic figure appeared to them and nodded towards Yoruko. The girl had been watching from a distance came out and made her way towards Yoruko who smiled and kicked open the door to their exit. He and she exited, and he returned to the Spire with her in his arms, bridal style. The boy arrived at the Spire, with the woman's father being grateful for the rescue and embraced Yoruko in a hug who twitched an eye violently. He didn't like to be touched by other men... Though this one was a thankful hug, something he was unused to. He brushed off his shirt and muttered something about not being a big deal. He glanced over to the proctor who was awake in his entirety this time.
"Good job kid, you finished this mission, here is your payment." He said, hand raised for the scroll and another with a bag of Yen within.
"I expect a follow-up mission. Or I'm going back in there regardless of whether or not I get paid to do it. There are still women as well as men who are stuck there... And this time, I won't leave their captors alive." Yoruko stated in an malevolent voice. As he turned to leave, the daughter of the man gave him a kiss on the cheek as her own form of thanks.
"I truly appreciate everything you've done for me today, Yoruko-kun." She spoke with a terse bow. Yoruko let out a slight smirk and nodded his head before turning to leave, mission complete.
For now.