He was in his Rox puppet form as he shouldered his rifle as he walked around. Finally, he found his destination. A place that was coincidentally right next to the Rusty Kunai. An unmarked stall that had a backroom. At the front of the stall, held the usual illegal trinkets and whatnot, the occasional kekei genkai eye, swords from fallen Najirou, and some masks that are supposedly from ANBU operatives from around the world. Kureji scoffed at that idea. If such a thing were to be real, he was pretty sure the ANBU from any of the three major villages would make sure that the owner of this stall had disappeared without a trace. But what he wanted was in the back of the unmarked stall.
"Show me the goods that actually matter." He said, the stall owner nodded and beckoned Kureji to follow him. As the puppet walked into the back, he would see a bunch of guards stand up, it would be cramped in here if a fight were to break out. But he wasn't here for a fight, they won't have to worry about danger coming to their client. The shop owner showed him a degree of things. A book to summon the dead, a scroll that held a demon that can be sealed inside of a person, a few old wanted posters of criminals either long gone living a good life or possibly now dead. And tucked away in a corner were headbands from the three major villages. "I'll take one of each." He passed the yen to the shop keeps way but rushed him to be on him in a split second. His wooden hand wrapped around the shop owner's throat. The guards rushed, but it was easy for him to separate his puppet body to wrap all of the guards up in chakra threads. Focusing back on the shop keep, "Any word of my visit, and you'll lose all that you care for." He looked over at the guards, "That goes for you all too." Kureji grabbed the three headbands that belonged to the three villages and made his way out, dispelling the chakra threads that had bound the guards.
(Run time 1 hr)