Yoruko stared at the mission proctor before him once again, who was asleep. Yoruko slammed his boot against the desk, a loud thud shaking the man who stared at him groggily. "One of these days your idiocy will get you fired." Yoruko stated with a low growl as the man seemed to not care about the younger boys' display of irritation. Reaching over to the side, he took a few moments to look for one with a Sharingan symbol on it. The man looked at it for a few moments before straightening himself up and brushing off his sides. The man looked as though he were feeling somewhat like he had not been sleeping well. Yoruko gave the man a confused look as the proctor brushed off his shoulders.
"Your voice didn't go unheard the last time you turned in a mission. Enjoy." The man said and handed the scroll to him proper for once. Yoruko took the scroll with a slight stare at the man. In most cases Yoruko would walk out without browsing the scroll though in this case he would do the reverse. He opened it with a slight degree of urgency in his movements. He scanned the scroll and a grin could be seen on his face. Said grin appeared to be rather frightening to the proctor who decided that it would be best to go back to sleep. Yoruko twisted around and walked out with no hesitation as he made his way to the worse part of town. He would begin to disappear as he walked through the street, soon reappearing within a couple of blocks from where his last mission had taken place. The young man grinned as he cracked his knuckles. He walked toward the door he had left through last time, donning his leather knuckles, with fragmented pieces of steel on them. The man opened a slit in the door through which Yoruko stared.
"Let me in." Yoruko spoke as his Sharingan rotated within his eyes as the man took a few moments to comply. The man nodded his head before opening the door an inch. When he came to his senses he went to shut it but found the door swinging open and cracking his skull quite hard. The man feel backwards, reeling from the heavy blow to his cranium. Yoruko acquired a sinister grin upon his facial features as his eyes swirled violently forming the Mangekyo Sharingan. He saw twice as many men as before, and the man had alarmed them all with a yelp of pain. The blood lust within the man's eyes was quite visible as he eyed each of the men warily. A few moments would pass with them staring at him before they began to charge at him. Through scanning each of them Yoruko had detected that none of them knew how to mold chakra worth their grain of salt. The boy walked within the doors to the sight of two men coming at him with knives. He weaved to the side to dodge a stab attempt and thrust a knee into his sternum, taking the knife from the man's grasp and twisting around to stab the other man in the throat with it. Leaving the knife within the man's throat his attention would turn to a man behind him who sent a flurry of knives at the boy. Yoruko's intuitive thinking led to a log taking his place, with an explosive seal which went off without a hitch, sending a charred body to the ground. Yoruko smirked from his place upon the ceiling, using his chakra to keep him up there with no risk of falling.
He withdrew the chakra from his feet as he landed on someone's shoulders, snapping their spine in an instant. He used the cushioning to act as a springboard to send his fist flying into someone's stomach, another fist cocked back to send into the man's chin, a resounding crack as the underside of his jaw was split open. The man fell down, either unconscious or dead, the red-haired boy did not know or care, as an axe came down to hit him in the head. Yoruko's arms came up in an x as he let out a grunt. The man who was attacking him was pretty strong, but unfortunately for him Yoruko had been training since the age of four. With this came incredible reserves of strength for his age which meant he managed to cease the movement of the axe within a few moments of it coming down. While it did manage to split a few hairs on his head he was safe from any true danger. Yoruko stared at the man's eyes who appeared afraid. How could someone his age and size stop a man's axe like that? It was unreal! Yoruko felt a grin cross his facial features as chakra pumped into his eyes. The last thing the axe-wielding man saw was darkness as flames consumed his eyes and then the rest of his body. Yoruko had been so wrapped up in this though that he had not noticed that another man was nearby and had come at him with a roundhouse kick. Yoruko was sent flying into a nearby wall, grunting from the pain it had caused him. He glanced about, seeing three men near him. He rolled his eyes as he began to charge into the group. He punched the man's throat with no hesitation, causing the man to choke up blood as another one came at him with a sword. Yoruko parried the blade by knocking it's momentum to the side with his glove, and sending a flat punch to the man's face. The man reached for his nose with one of his hands and loosened his grip on the sword. Yoruko twisted around and snatched the sword from the fool before stabbing the wounded man through the chest with no further glances in his direction.
Yoruko at this point was covered in blood from the crimson liquid staining his clothes. A slight chuckle floated from his lips as he walked toward the two men and set another aflame with Amaterasu's jet black fire. The last man was rendered dead after a quick slash to his throat, which Yoruko found disappointing. Yoruko shrugged as he took off his shirt where most of the blood had gone. He would find the unwilling prostitutes and smile at them, stating calmly.
"Come with me, I'll lead you to safety. Don't worry about stealth, I've eliminated the need for it."
[Mission complete: WC: 1093]
"Your voice didn't go unheard the last time you turned in a mission. Enjoy." The man said and handed the scroll to him proper for once. Yoruko took the scroll with a slight stare at the man. In most cases Yoruko would walk out without browsing the scroll though in this case he would do the reverse. He opened it with a slight degree of urgency in his movements. He scanned the scroll and a grin could be seen on his face. Said grin appeared to be rather frightening to the proctor who decided that it would be best to go back to sleep. Yoruko twisted around and walked out with no hesitation as he made his way to the worse part of town. He would begin to disappear as he walked through the street, soon reappearing within a couple of blocks from where his last mission had taken place. The young man grinned as he cracked his knuckles. He walked toward the door he had left through last time, donning his leather knuckles, with fragmented pieces of steel on them. The man opened a slit in the door through which Yoruko stared.
"Let me in." Yoruko spoke as his Sharingan rotated within his eyes as the man took a few moments to comply. The man nodded his head before opening the door an inch. When he came to his senses he went to shut it but found the door swinging open and cracking his skull quite hard. The man feel backwards, reeling from the heavy blow to his cranium. Yoruko acquired a sinister grin upon his facial features as his eyes swirled violently forming the Mangekyo Sharingan. He saw twice as many men as before, and the man had alarmed them all with a yelp of pain. The blood lust within the man's eyes was quite visible as he eyed each of the men warily. A few moments would pass with them staring at him before they began to charge at him. Through scanning each of them Yoruko had detected that none of them knew how to mold chakra worth their grain of salt. The boy walked within the doors to the sight of two men coming at him with knives. He weaved to the side to dodge a stab attempt and thrust a knee into his sternum, taking the knife from the man's grasp and twisting around to stab the other man in the throat with it. Leaving the knife within the man's throat his attention would turn to a man behind him who sent a flurry of knives at the boy. Yoruko's intuitive thinking led to a log taking his place, with an explosive seal which went off without a hitch, sending a charred body to the ground. Yoruko smirked from his place upon the ceiling, using his chakra to keep him up there with no risk of falling.
He withdrew the chakra from his feet as he landed on someone's shoulders, snapping their spine in an instant. He used the cushioning to act as a springboard to send his fist flying into someone's stomach, another fist cocked back to send into the man's chin, a resounding crack as the underside of his jaw was split open. The man fell down, either unconscious or dead, the red-haired boy did not know or care, as an axe came down to hit him in the head. Yoruko's arms came up in an x as he let out a grunt. The man who was attacking him was pretty strong, but unfortunately for him Yoruko had been training since the age of four. With this came incredible reserves of strength for his age which meant he managed to cease the movement of the axe within a few moments of it coming down. While it did manage to split a few hairs on his head he was safe from any true danger. Yoruko stared at the man's eyes who appeared afraid. How could someone his age and size stop a man's axe like that? It was unreal! Yoruko felt a grin cross his facial features as chakra pumped into his eyes. The last thing the axe-wielding man saw was darkness as flames consumed his eyes and then the rest of his body. Yoruko had been so wrapped up in this though that he had not noticed that another man was nearby and had come at him with a roundhouse kick. Yoruko was sent flying into a nearby wall, grunting from the pain it had caused him. He glanced about, seeing three men near him. He rolled his eyes as he began to charge into the group. He punched the man's throat with no hesitation, causing the man to choke up blood as another one came at him with a sword. Yoruko parried the blade by knocking it's momentum to the side with his glove, and sending a flat punch to the man's face. The man reached for his nose with one of his hands and loosened his grip on the sword. Yoruko twisted around and snatched the sword from the fool before stabbing the wounded man through the chest with no further glances in his direction.
Yoruko at this point was covered in blood from the crimson liquid staining his clothes. A slight chuckle floated from his lips as he walked toward the two men and set another aflame with Amaterasu's jet black fire. The last man was rendered dead after a quick slash to his throat, which Yoruko found disappointing. Yoruko shrugged as he took off his shirt where most of the blood had gone. He would find the unwilling prostitutes and smile at them, stating calmly.
"Come with me, I'll lead you to safety. Don't worry about stealth, I've eliminated the need for it."
[Mission complete: WC: 1093]