Up In the Projects! [m]

[Raglao]

name; Ghetto Patrol
rank; c
description; It’s time to take a walk downtown. Our less hospitable neighborhoods need just as many officers if not more down there, keeping the peace. It’s gonna be up to you to take stroll around the projects and enforce the law. Try not to be too intimidated.
reward; 50 experience, 1,000 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

Kiijin had just walked out of the Mizukage's office and soon the tower itself, reading through his missions scroll with careful eyes as he deduced its information and his objectives. "The Ghetto eh, haven't been down there since I enrolled into the ninja academy, wonder how everyone is doing, heh, probably not that well if they're still down there." He chuckled to himself softly before taking off towards the slums of Kirigakure, a place he couldn't possibly forget as it played a huge part in who he was, where he'd come from, and how hard he worked to get to where he was now. As he walked he remembered all the mischievous adventures he took part in with what little friends he came to acquire during that time and all the fights they'd gotten themselves in and would have inevitably lost were it not for Kiijin being genetically superior to humans.

[Raglao]

The transition to the more refined areas of Kirigakure and the slums came to bear as Kiijin walked through the streets. Once where there had been massive buildings that were clean cut and pleasing to the eye soon swapped presence with old b broken homes - some even abandoned. The cold stench of crime and hustle bombarded his sense of smell as his eyes jumped from place to place while recalling upon more memories from his childhood. He came past an old park, filled with swings and slides which was not nothing more than a bed of dirt and grim. It was as though it was yesterday, he could see ethereal versions of himself playing alone, having the time of his life entertaining himself. And although as a child being alone seemed like the worst thing ever, as Kiijin grew and came to understand, being alone really hadn't been all its cracked up to be.

[Raglao]

Continuing his brisk strides, he came to a dark alley, eerily dark even when under the influence of the suns rays. He remembered this alley all to well where he'd been cornered against a gang of thugs, one against ten. It was a tough battle but in the end, the Hoshigaki bloodline continued to reign supreme. It was during times like that he witnessed the true power of his own strength, and opened his own eyes to the limitless possibilities that his innate powers could grant him. "Tch, enough with the old memories, can't be thinking of things like that while in this area of the village, I can only expect the people and criminals I once knew to only get more violent if their assess are still in here." His eyes sharpened as his face contorted in anger as soft snarls began to erupt from within. Its been years since anyone has seen him within the slums, and they'd be a fool to test him after so much time in the academy.

[Raglao]

As he mightily trekked through the streets of Kirigakure's slums, he could hear retreating footsteps as well as shutting windows. The sounds grew in number the further he pressed on down the road, something wasn't right - the slums had never been so empty before. "What the hell is going on, I know this area doesn't house the riches of folks but goddamn its like a ghost town here now. The hell could have happened over the years." Curious as to what actually happened to his childhood district that once flourished than any other years ago, he took the seriousness of his patrol to the next level, enough so as to attempting to investigate the district itself. It had been easier said than done given that everyone seemed to have retreated back into their homes. Had something been among them that they feared or was it merely from noticing a refined and more evolved creature roaming around aimlessly.

He hit a sharp corner and came into a fairly large open area, only to see an old man, kneeling 15 meters to Kiijin's front facing him. Behind him stood a man that surpassed Kiijin in height, but not in body refinement. Two other men stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder - an execution?

[Raglao]

What monstrosity! a man ready to be brutally executed in broad daylight? Kiijin knew the slums of Kirigakure was filled with darkness, chaos, and criminal activity but he knew nothing about it having evolved on a greater scale. Needless to say he was more so disgusted than actually shocked, over the years as Kiijin bettered himself and accomplished a great many things, the criminals were left to rot, which ultimately allowed their criminally fueled minds to fest and grow even more powerful. This, Kiijing could not stand for. He was not a object for the military to fight its wars and enforce its laws which, funnily enough is why he was even within that specific district - his luck was limitless. The trio and Kiijin exchanged gazes as both parties stared into one another eyes, all pairs devoid of fear and regret.

"I'll say it one time and one time only, let the old man go, whatever he did it couldn't possibly be anything to deserve this.""

It seemed that criminals had not only disregarded the law, but ignored it as well, what a pity. Instead of responding in words, the man responded with actions, raising a butchers knife into the air, ready to bring it down upon the mans head. Unfortunately he was unable to bask in the satisfaction of depriving the life of another, as a quick advancing step brought him within arms reach of the criminal. A speeding fist found its mark within the criminals face, sending him revolving back and along the ground as he skipped along like a pebble on water.

it wasn't until a piercing crash that his two little buddies realized that their little leader had been subdued, and doing the right thing for once in their lives, they surrendered. Even if they were criminals - they were far from stupid.

[Raglao]

With a pack of ninja wire strings, he tightly -maybe a little violently- tied up the three culprits, just their hands behind their back. Kiijin would have been damned if he'd given the the luxury of actually being carried. He stood over the old man before breaking the chains that bound his hands and legs, "You're free to go, don't worry about these three. They will be handled harshly, I'll be damned if I let them get away with such inhumane actions." Pleased to know that Kirigakure's military forces still cared to some degree, the old man took off in tears, thankful that been given another opportunity to see the sun rise once more. With the old man gone and his culprits in custody, he escorted them back to the the Mizukage's tower where they'd be imprisoned and trialed for their actions. But even still the numbers were displeasing. Three thugs for one life. . .the streets will need to be cleaned more often.

[Estilo]

+34 EXP!