Ryuichi woke up early Tuesday morning with a groan, and the sounds of his team mates still asleep with the occasional shuffle of sheets, or snore. He climbed down from his bunk after a few seconds of cursing his decision to do a mission on a Tuesday of all days. This would screw up his sleeping schedule for sure.
Regardless of future habits, Ryuichi quickly donned his basic ANBU gear and black mask with haste, not wanting to spend any more time on this than he had to. He looked at himself in the mirror, and froze. What he saw was an elite assassin in training. Not Otani Ryuichi, the boy who was trying to prove his worth. Not a young man with aspirations, or ideals that he wanted to achieve. It was a blank slate that was used to complete missions for the village.
Was he really okay with this? He wanted to become something that his mother would be proud of. Someone who could achieve things the usual shinobi couldn't. Why had he decided to become a masked tool?
Not wanting this to dwell during the mission at hand, Ryuichi simply shook his head and decided to think of this at a later date. He opened the window on the side of the apartment complex, and bolted out towards the rooftops with chakra-empowered speed. He stopped at the gate to see another ninja on guard duty, and showed his trainee mission pass, and his ANBU tattoo before being told "You have a week. With the trip there, and back you should have 5 days total to get what you need to. Go on."
Ryuichi nodded, and quickly bolted through the gate, wanting to arrive at Port Cirus before sundown.
The sun hung low on the horizon signifying the end of the day. A white-masked young man who went by the codename "Matcha" when donning ANBU attire walked into Port Cirus with the mission details in his hand.
Ryuichi thought long and hard for a few moments, looking over a map of reported areas that these crimes were committed. All alleyways, and secluded areas. Completely bland, and the norm for petty things like this. Ryuichi was absolutely exhausted from his trip here, but such things needed to be ignored if he was to complete a mission like this.
He would jumped up onto a house, at first gaining the attention of a few townsfolk. He simply gave a small salute, and bolted off towards the middle of the port, awaiting nightfall in just a couple hours.
Once nightfall had covered the port Ryuichi was chewing on an energy pill with his mask partially shoved to the side to reveal his jaw, and mouth to allow him to eat. His eyes were a crimson red, signifying his foreign heritage to any who saw him. He was currently perched on the top of a large building with multiple stories overlooking most of the port, awaiting any kind of action.
Then, as if on queue, a woman's yelling was heard and the white haired nin was quick to straighten his mask and bolt to the location of the sound. What he saw was a small figure, around 4 foot tall, with long black hair and a purse wearing a white circular mask. 'bingo' Ryuichi thought, landing in front of the presumed criminal with his hand on his katana placed on his back.
The figure stopped, no expression visible through the pure white mask. A woman with blonde hair, and foreign clothing came running afterwards, presumably the one the purse belongs to. Ryuichi looked the smaller person dead in the eyes, and drew his katana, seeing a visible shaking in the criminal's arms.
"I'm Matcha. I have been issued to see an end to crimes here in Port Cirus." He said, pointing their mask. "Remove your mask, or I will be forced to see punishment through here and now."
The masked individual panicked, dropping the purse and throwing off the mask to reveal....a small girl. Ryuichi had a confused expression that couldn't be seen behind his mask. "Name. Age. Now." He stated. The girl had tears forming in her eyes and a whimper in her voice. "Iyoshi Hina. 11." She said, falling on her knees. "I don't-" she wheezed, starting to cry. "I don't wanna die!"
The girl's crying was only met with a sigh from Ryuichi. He put the blade back into his sheath, and knelt down. "you aren't gonna di-" He was cut off with the woman arriving, and screaming. "Ninja, behind you!" pointing further into the alleyways. Ryuichi quickly turned around to be met with three more masks, all being worn by similarly aged children. All three of them began flashing handseals, and Ryuichi quickly did the same. Three child voices, one girl and two boys, would say "Futon: Fireball jutsu- Mythical pheonix fire!" As several small fireballs flew out of each of their mouths. Ryuichi was quick to respond by slapping the ground. "Shakuton: Searing land!"
A wave of pure orange heat filled the alleyway, burning any trash cans and random items in it's wake and searing all the walls of the nearby buildings, but in turn completely destroying all the fireballs that came across it. The wave slammed into all of the figures in front of him, causing some screaming before they fell over, seared clothes and scorched masks. Ryuichi glanced at the girl and woman behind him seeing no injuries. He pointed to the previously masked girl as if to say "don't move" and went to check the vitals of the people who suffered his attack.
They were all alive, but they all had burns across their body. He turned to the woman with blonde hair and said "You. get your purse then get a doctor here. Tell them all of these kids are to be put into prison the moment they have recovered until I can find out what's going on." He glanced to the small girl with his eyes still crimson red. "And you. You're going straight to the cells for now. Don't be afraid, because I have a feeling the village will have use for you and your friends outside of bars." With that he jumped on top of a building, continuing to look out for other targets.
Three days off lookout had passed with Ryuichi living off of instant noodles, and soldier pills. the crime rate had gone down to a nearly nonexistent level with the rumors of a masked ninja watching the streets. It was kind of nice to have his job seem as romanticized as that. A hero in the night, unseen and indirectly praised. One could make a movie-neh an entire franchise out of this idea.
Regardless, there was a job to be done here. After some questioning from the first girl Ryuichi had discovered that there was a man who promised to teach the kinds ninjutsu in return for money. All of the children were also part of the same orphanage, and after some more digging he had discovered that it was an orphanage meant for children of MIA or KIA ninja, meaning most if not all of them had the potential to wield chakra.
Ryuichi was leaning against a window on the third story of an abandoned building a ways from the coastline of the port. Every night he found a new place to lookout, not wanting to miss anything.
This night was no exception, and he only stopped to get rest when the sun rose.
He sent a letter to kumo wanting to request extra time for the mission, sending all the details obtained.
[wc: 1,462]
Regardless of future habits, Ryuichi quickly donned his basic ANBU gear and black mask with haste, not wanting to spend any more time on this than he had to. He looked at himself in the mirror, and froze. What he saw was an elite assassin in training. Not Otani Ryuichi, the boy who was trying to prove his worth. Not a young man with aspirations, or ideals that he wanted to achieve. It was a blank slate that was used to complete missions for the village.
Was he really okay with this? He wanted to become something that his mother would be proud of. Someone who could achieve things the usual shinobi couldn't. Why had he decided to become a masked tool?
Not wanting this to dwell during the mission at hand, Ryuichi simply shook his head and decided to think of this at a later date. He opened the window on the side of the apartment complex, and bolted out towards the rooftops with chakra-empowered speed. He stopped at the gate to see another ninja on guard duty, and showed his trainee mission pass, and his ANBU tattoo before being told "You have a week. With the trip there, and back you should have 5 days total to get what you need to. Go on."
Ryuichi nodded, and quickly bolted through the gate, wanting to arrive at Port Cirus before sundown.
The sun hung low on the horizon signifying the end of the day. A white-masked young man who went by the codename "Matcha" when donning ANBU attire walked into Port Cirus with the mission details in his hand.
Location: Port Cirus
Mission type: Investigation and possible capture/assassination
Mission rank: D
Details:
Reports coming from all over Port Cirus over the course of the past few weeks have gone up. Complaints of theft, assault, and property damage have all reportedly be done by masked individuals that appear to be in the age range of 8 to 12 due to height, physique, and in some cases voices.
These masks are circular, and completely blank. Almost identical to our own ANBU in training masks. These crimes could cause unrest and confusion to the public, and must be stopped. The mission will be considered complete with the capture of these individuals.
Note: despite their age they have reported to be using low-level jutsu usually taught to students in the academy. With several dropouts known this isn't something to laugh at, and should they cause too much trouble with their capture after a basic warning then do not hesitate to end their lives. Anyone who uses ninjutsu for crime will be trialed as an adult, and resisting commands is not an exception.
Raiden guide you.
Mission type: Investigation and possible capture/assassination
Mission rank: D
Details:
Reports coming from all over Port Cirus over the course of the past few weeks have gone up. Complaints of theft, assault, and property damage have all reportedly be done by masked individuals that appear to be in the age range of 8 to 12 due to height, physique, and in some cases voices.
These masks are circular, and completely blank. Almost identical to our own ANBU in training masks. These crimes could cause unrest and confusion to the public, and must be stopped. The mission will be considered complete with the capture of these individuals.
Note: despite their age they have reported to be using low-level jutsu usually taught to students in the academy. With several dropouts known this isn't something to laugh at, and should they cause too much trouble with their capture after a basic warning then do not hesitate to end their lives. Anyone who uses ninjutsu for crime will be trialed as an adult, and resisting commands is not an exception.
Raiden guide you.
Ryuichi thought long and hard for a few moments, looking over a map of reported areas that these crimes were committed. All alleyways, and secluded areas. Completely bland, and the norm for petty things like this. Ryuichi was absolutely exhausted from his trip here, but such things needed to be ignored if he was to complete a mission like this.
He would jumped up onto a house, at first gaining the attention of a few townsfolk. He simply gave a small salute, and bolted off towards the middle of the port, awaiting nightfall in just a couple hours.
Once nightfall had covered the port Ryuichi was chewing on an energy pill with his mask partially shoved to the side to reveal his jaw, and mouth to allow him to eat. His eyes were a crimson red, signifying his foreign heritage to any who saw him. He was currently perched on the top of a large building with multiple stories overlooking most of the port, awaiting any kind of action.
Then, as if on queue, a woman's yelling was heard and the white haired nin was quick to straighten his mask and bolt to the location of the sound. What he saw was a small figure, around 4 foot tall, with long black hair and a purse wearing a white circular mask. 'bingo' Ryuichi thought, landing in front of the presumed criminal with his hand on his katana placed on his back.
The figure stopped, no expression visible through the pure white mask. A woman with blonde hair, and foreign clothing came running afterwards, presumably the one the purse belongs to. Ryuichi looked the smaller person dead in the eyes, and drew his katana, seeing a visible shaking in the criminal's arms.
"I'm Matcha. I have been issued to see an end to crimes here in Port Cirus." He said, pointing their mask. "Remove your mask, or I will be forced to see punishment through here and now."
The masked individual panicked, dropping the purse and throwing off the mask to reveal....a small girl. Ryuichi had a confused expression that couldn't be seen behind his mask. "Name. Age. Now." He stated. The girl had tears forming in her eyes and a whimper in her voice. "Iyoshi Hina. 11." She said, falling on her knees. "I don't-" she wheezed, starting to cry. "I don't wanna die!"
The girl's crying was only met with a sigh from Ryuichi. He put the blade back into his sheath, and knelt down. "you aren't gonna di-" He was cut off with the woman arriving, and screaming. "Ninja, behind you!" pointing further into the alleyways. Ryuichi quickly turned around to be met with three more masks, all being worn by similarly aged children. All three of them began flashing handseals, and Ryuichi quickly did the same. Three child voices, one girl and two boys, would say "Futon: Fireball jutsu- Mythical pheonix fire!" As several small fireballs flew out of each of their mouths. Ryuichi was quick to respond by slapping the ground. "Shakuton: Searing land!"
A wave of pure orange heat filled the alleyway, burning any trash cans and random items in it's wake and searing all the walls of the nearby buildings, but in turn completely destroying all the fireballs that came across it. The wave slammed into all of the figures in front of him, causing some screaming before they fell over, seared clothes and scorched masks. Ryuichi glanced at the girl and woman behind him seeing no injuries. He pointed to the previously masked girl as if to say "don't move" and went to check the vitals of the people who suffered his attack.
They were all alive, but they all had burns across their body. He turned to the woman with blonde hair and said "You. get your purse then get a doctor here. Tell them all of these kids are to be put into prison the moment they have recovered until I can find out what's going on." He glanced to the small girl with his eyes still crimson red. "And you. You're going straight to the cells for now. Don't be afraid, because I have a feeling the village will have use for you and your friends outside of bars." With that he jumped on top of a building, continuing to look out for other targets.
Three days off lookout had passed with Ryuichi living off of instant noodles, and soldier pills. the crime rate had gone down to a nearly nonexistent level with the rumors of a masked ninja watching the streets. It was kind of nice to have his job seem as romanticized as that. A hero in the night, unseen and indirectly praised. One could make a movie-neh an entire franchise out of this idea.
Regardless, there was a job to be done here. After some questioning from the first girl Ryuichi had discovered that there was a man who promised to teach the kinds ninjutsu in return for money. All of the children were also part of the same orphanage, and after some more digging he had discovered that it was an orphanage meant for children of MIA or KIA ninja, meaning most if not all of them had the potential to wield chakra.
Ryuichi was leaning against a window on the third story of an abandoned building a ways from the coastline of the port. Every night he found a new place to lookout, not wanting to miss anything.
This night was no exception, and he only stopped to get rest when the sun rose.
He sent a letter to kumo wanting to request extra time for the mission, sending all the details obtained.
[wc: 1,462]