Booze collector.

[Kinz II]

Kinz strolled through the village he called home with a smile on his face. His light hearted disposition was apparently not shared by everyone though. The villagers seemed discontent. He had heard rumblings of a war brewing, but it didn’t really register in his mind. He was more interested in where he was gunna grab his next meal or why the sky was blue, or why his toilet didn’t stay clean on its own. He shouldn’t have to plunge that thing. Its meant to take his poop away, why can’t the lazy thing do its job!

The train of thought had put Kinz in a poor mood, even further then the mission he had taken had. Apparently some jerk wasn’t sharing nicely with others. That was just basic kindness. You got something you share if someone wants some too. But apparently this guys, Kinz read the sheet again “Booze?”, he was withholding it from everyone else. That wasn’t gunna happen. Kinz didn’t know what booze was, but it was gunna get distributed to everyone, regardless of age.

He ran harder towards the supposed jerks house. He was gunna get to the bottom of this. His hands reached into his pocket and unwrapped a piece of gum he was chewing. Some of his kakai came from his sleeve to grab some but he threw it in his mouth quick. “This is mine get your own guys.” After a moment kinz collapsed in the street convulsing as his bug began biting him for his hypocrisy. “AWWWWW, ok, ok! Cut it out.” He took a second piece out and unwrapped it just for some of his bugs. “Now don’t go leaving it anywheres where I’ll get all sticky guys. I mean it this time. It’s tender down there!”

[Kinz II]

Standing up and brushing himself off Kinz kicked off the ground once more and headed for the shop where they refused to sell their booze. It didn’t take him a long time, but eventually the genin landed on the doorstep of the man. He lived in a less the rich part of time. That was what the grown ups had told him to call the shit holes where people lived in the village. He smiled at the thought of remembering what he had been taught. Knocking on the door Kinz called out. “Hey man. Whoever owns this shit hole. Come out.” He said it with such innocents it was absurd.

The oblivious genin waited there while the man eventually opened the door and stepped out. “Yeah, what did you want punk”. He had almost no hair left, wore a weird flannel colored button up shirt, and his breath smelled like dooky. Clinching his nose closed Kinz spoke up. “Listen man, they told me you weren’t sharing. Now, imma scary ninja. So you better do what I say. You start sharing like a good guy….or else.”

The man looked at young kinz, took everything about him in and then nearly passed out laughing. After a moment to collect himself the man spoke up between fits of laughter. “Or else what?” Kinz paused for a moment, sticking his finger up to his mouth. “You know…I hadn’t thought of that…..good question. I mean…I’m not gunna kill you or nothing. That’s not cool. Umm….i suppose I could just infest your house or something?”

With that, the infinitely more mature kakai would rise up around Kinz in a huge swarm to scare the man. If his house wasn’t already infested, it would appear that Kinz could make it so in moments. The man gaped at him, not believing the kid had any kind of ninja power, let alone actually being able to command bugs. With all the bugs in this area he probably thought he wouldn’t have a house left. The man quickly ran inside and handed a bottle to Kinz of the best stuff he had and told him to tell everyone to come by who wanted some. He’ll be happy to help now. Smiling and patting the man on the back with his tiny hand, Kinz said a quick thanks and then headed back to turn in the mission.