PIMPDADDYSMACKDADDY [M]

[Ohta]

Waltzing out of the one placer that really accepted him, sou had a couple of things in mind for this little rat. It was kind of simple, too. Find him. Beat him to a pulp. Humiliate him, beat him up some more, then return and mission complete! The boy was making his way to where this kid was found usually. You would've thought that him, becoming a mission was a good thing. It definitely wasn't, considering the boy was younger than he was. Oh, that and he just kept coming back for more.

It seemed ninja all around had a punching bag to use, it was only limited by the kid's mentally deranged ego. Excruiciatingly amazing, for Sou, that is. Making his way to the square, the kid had took upon his own pride to make a stage for himself, bellowing his almighty goodness, and enforcing it upon people. He was currently engaged in combat with a civilian, who he was having a rough time with. Sou simply stood at the sidelines as he watched, it was amazing- a ninja, getting beat by a brawling, pub crawling civilian. It was amusing too.

Sou watched as the kid dispatched the civilian with a 'civil' kick to the face. He threw back his face into the air and released a gutteral laugh. "HAHAHAHA, LIKE I SAID, NOBODY CAN BEAT ME." Sou then just simply had to watch as he released insult after insult... it was simply like the bruises from his body had simply dissapeared. Like the mission description said, a bloodline ability. It was laughable, to be honest. Enhanced healing abilities? Probably.

Sou then stepped forward, out of the crowd and allowing him to be singled out as the one person in the front. Eyes would be on him. For a few moments the kid didn't realize, but eyes met, and the kid smiled. "SEE?! I have a follower. Why not join me for yourself?" ]he said, in his makeshift like chair. Sou scoffed, starting a small chuckle among the crowd. "Yo... you're an asshole." the people quietened down, and even weirdly enough, the kid was silent too. "You're just a punk kid with a bloodline, who almost got beat by a civilian. You aaaaare, a disgrace to anything shinobi. Now hurry, engardé, I have a can of whoopass to open."

[Ohta]

The kid remained silent, standing up and then laughed. "Looks like I'm going to have to beat you up and prove to everyone I'm more powerful than anyone in this village, or the world."

...The arrogance in his voice was distasteful, it tasted horrible. Thick with the stench, Sou only's reply was a glowing hand. This reaaaally wasn't going to take long. After a few seconds of silence the kid began his run towards Sou. Sou smiled, and stepped to the side as he glided his hand across all of the quadricep of his opponent. During this moment, this ruffian, fell over, clutching his leg as he shivered and mumbled. He was in pain, but it was weird. Sou's medical side began to figure. Eh. Maybe a perk of his bloodline, if he has one, is that he doesn't feel pain. A minute passed of silence, minus the crowd who's insults were becoming louder, and funnier. Oh, it was good to be the pseudo executioner.

The tension was finally broke when you found Sou pissing himself laughing (not in the literal sense) at the fact that the kid that, now stood up, had such a flabbergasted look on his face. Upon this moment the child decided, that even despite their age difference (a month?) he'd go and attack Sou while on the ground. It took Sou not even a moment to pivot his way around, catch the oncoming leg that was threatening his personal health (and good looks) to taking it and going to his upright position, sending the boy on his ass backwards. Sou, took his lovely moment to step back.

"YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE" The child yelled, to get back on his feet and turn around to-

[Ohta]

"OOOHH." the crowd simultaneously began holding their private parts as Sou, had took a runup, slamming his shinobi sandals into the nether reigons. The kid yelped, almost on the verge of breaking his voice several times over in the reverse, and landing on the dust and sand on the ground.

"A shinobi would have dodged that... and you my friend, aren't a shinobi. I'll be back in a couple of seconds, so like... mudkipz." Sou then dissapeared for a second, allowing the boy to recuperate. As he walked through the crowd he asked them to move politely out of the way and keep it out of the way. As Sou walked away he heard a-

"STOP." I knew you were going to say that.

"I, AM, A NINJA. I AM THE BEST NINJA IN THE WORLD, AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!" Sou turned and chuckled, before making a couple of handseals. A mist, suddenly became and enveloped the area from a nearby waterhole.

"HAHAHAH, YOU can'-" poor thing. He never stood a chance. By the time the mist cleared, which it did after only about a minute, the kid was strung up to a pole by his behind, screaming for dear hell. Sou stood looking up at him and growled. The little shit had actually managed to cut into his arm. Sou slowly made handsigns, and the Shousen glowed as the cut began to heal.

"Look, kid. Although you're not a kid, you have a lot to learn. GG and QQ." Sou said as he left, and he doubted anyone would know what he was talking about.

/exit

[Sayomi]

30 exp