Guard Duty [Mission]

[Jett Kuroi]

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name; District Patrol
rank; d
description; You’ve been assigned to a fairly safe district, nothing should really happen and worst case scenario you’ll have plenty of back up in your district to help you out. Keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
reward; 100 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

It seemed things were improving for Jett. Not only had he been asked to fight bandits, test his strength against giant rhinos, and deal with delinquent academy students, but now he was being placed on guard duty. With each passing day, and each new mission, he found himself dealing with tougher situations, and having more responsibility and trust placed upon him. He was ecstatic! Positive things that helped him forget his troubled past, sorrow and anger alike, was always a welcome thing. Soon, he would have to kick his search into overdrive. When he was given a mission to go out of the village again, and perhaps to one of the other nations, that would be when he would start asking around, and searching.

Guard duty was a big word to explain what he was doing. He was in a safe district, yes, with plenty of help, but it was still a step in the right direction. Others were beginning to trust that he could handle tougher jobs. That was a good thing. It meant, among other things, that they were not prying into his past, and not concerned with the fact that he was a part of not one, but two criminal families. He never committed any crimes (killing his abusive father and brothers was clearly self defense), and had always done whatever he could to help out others. Protecting the villagers from many dangers was only one aspect of what he did to help out the innocent people of Kirigakure.

”Ohayo Yogiri-san!” came the call of one of the other nearby shinobi on guard.

”Ohayo, Suzuma-san.” If any trouble occurred, Jett would not be alone. He did not doubt he could handle things, though there was always a tinge of doubt in his life. When things got tough, he did tend to begin to doubt himself, even if he did not give up trying. He would never give up trying, because to give up trying was the same as dieing. At least, in his mind it was.

(To be continued…)

[Jett Kuroi]

Jett quietly strolled down the streets, moving from one end of his assigned sector to the other, and back again. He was told to keep a watch on the sector for a while, till he was relieved by the next shift of shinobi. He crossed paths with Suzuma often, since they were taking opposing paths in their routes, thus keeping a watch on both ends of the sector at the same time. There was nothing going on, and as he walked his patrol, Jett’s mind began to wander. Anew, his mind dwelled on his past, and how he could proceed in his search for his sister from where he was. He still did not have a starting point. What he needed was somewhere to start his search.

He had nothing to go on though, all he could start with was mother’s family. The last time Jett had seen his sister, was amidst a fight against ‘Uncle Katsuo’, and his aides. Katsuo was dead now, but the family was still out there. And of course, he could also look into it with Father’s family. None of it proved to be anything pleasant or easy. It was not something he would rush into, because he did not wish to rely upon the strength his anger had. The best way he could go about it, was perhaps searching information the village had on the criminal workings around Kirigakure, and piecing that together with his own knowledge, and then in time … heading back to their old home, and questioning people himself.

Jett heaved a sigh and pulled himself out of his reverie once again. As soon as he had, he would see Suzuma walking towards him yet again. They were about to cross paths, but … he was running. Why was Suzuma running? ”Yogiri-san! Look out!” came his shout. ”Hmm? Watch out? For what?” Jett inquired, as he tilted his head, and looked back over his shoulder.

A person wearing a white robe that covered whatever else they wore entirely, a snake mask over their face, and a hood up over their head had leapt over the wall of the city, and was descending upon Jett. Jett’s eyes widened, but he did not freeze. A slight rotation of his ankles, and a quick push off, along with a quick collection of chakra, sent him into movement with the aide of Shunshin no jutsu. Jett skidded backwards, as the other person came to a landing on one knee, where Jett had been standing. Jett’s eyes were still wide as he stared at the mysterious person.

”Who are you?” he asked in a quiet tone.

(To be concluded…)

[Jett Kuroi]

Jett stared at the mask the person wore, and narrowed his eyes. Just a few moments ago he had been thinking about this sort of thing, and there they were before him. Was it karma? Nervously and subconsciously, Jett’s hands brushed over his arms, in what would appear like a nervous tick to the unknowing, but he was subconsciously checking to make sure his sleeves covered his arms. Beneath his jacket and black dogi, were tattoos; coiled serpents over his biceps, and a dragon taking flight on his chest. Once he was reassured, he brought his hands back to his sides, one hand grasping around the hilt of one of his swords.

Shuriken suddenly flew through the air. Jett withdrew his kodachi, slicing the three shuriken in half within the blink of an eye, before the sword was sheathed once more. As soon as the sword was back in its sheath, Jett was already on the move, pressing closer to the person. The sword would be drawn once more, one slash of it aimed to slash across their chest. The person danced back a couple steps, then a couple more to avoid another slash, as the blade was brought back and sheathed again. Jett lept up, in a manner that appeared he was charging his target. Once more the person danced backwards a few steps, which simply put them in line for Jett’s real attack. He did a back flip, which brought the heel of one foot down upon that small niche between shoulder and the side of the head. Struck on the collarbone, the masked person crumbled to their feet, only to vanish moments later, in a puff of white smoke.

Jett cursed. ”Tch. Kage Bunshin?” Jett looked around, left and right for the location of the real person. As he looked around, he saw that Suzuma-san was no where to be found, and in fact, none of the other shinobi. He looked around with quicker jerks of his head, to swiftly check every position he had seen one of the other Kiri-nin before, and now saw no one. ”Genjutsu?”

”You catch on quick, kiddo. You are Oba-san’s son…” came a feminine voice from somewhere, though Jett could not see anyone.

”Oba-san? Are you Katsuo’s daughter?”

”You killed Otou-san, now I’ll take my revenge.”

Jett folded his hands into a single seal. ”Katsuo wanted to bring me into the family. That wasn’t happening. Neither will this. Kai!” The genjutsu crumbled, and suddenly, Jett could see Suzuma up against a wall, unconscious. The girl was running right for him, and quickly, Jett withdrew his blade once more, to defend himself.

At the last minute, however, a Jounin lept in, delivering a firm kick to the girl’s shoulder, sending her tumbling away, but not before something fell from her hand, and rolled over to Jett. Once more, the body was a clone, and it disappeared into a puff of white smoke. The Jounin lept up into the air, to the top of the walls. ”I sense their chakra this way. Jounin with me!” Three others lept over the wall, as a pair of medics came over to tend to Jett and Suzuma. Suzuma was in more need, and received his aide.

”Are you ok Yogiri-chan?”

Jett quickly snatched up the dropped item, whatever it was, and stuffed it into a pocket. ”I’m fine. Suzuma-san needs the help more than me. I need to go report all of this to Mizukage-sama. Excuse me.” Quickly, Jett stood up, and hurried off to Mizukage Tower, to report the completion of his mission, and the news of what had transpired. Or, at least the simple facts that a criminal had attacked, and that there were Jounin after them. He would still do his best to refrain from mentioning his own criminal family connections, since he wasn’t a criminal, and did not wish to be thought of as one.

[KEITH]

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