Wake Up!

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Her walk was self important, each step sending a bounce through her breasts. She seemed cheerful, a smile upon her face, but what the world did not know was that Kaorin was angry. Very angry. There was an old man who had repeatedly resisted attempts to be removed from the porch of the Tsuchikage's Tower. This act was inexcusable, no matter how much of the drink that the man had consumed. Black leather boots crunched softly on the stone pavement as the girl made her way downtown through the brisk morning air.

Since she had lived in this town since she was a child, it should come as no surprise that Kaorin knew the streets and their winding, twisting ways like the back of her hand. She knew all the shortcuts -- when to jump onto a roof and cut across that way, or when to simply follow the road or take a bridge across a river. It was because of this knowledge that Kaorin would find herself arriving at the Tsuchikage Tower in a matter of minutes after leaving her home.

Her swift pace did little to lighten her mood, though. There was the perpetrator -- the old former shinobi Banryu. The man was ancient, a relic of former wars, and to ease the pain of those memories, the man had slipped himself off into the realm of blissful, alcohol-induced sleep. The only problem with this drunkenness was that, of course, when drunk, Banryu still acted and behaved as if he were in the war...

And as if he were on the other side of the conflict. Therefore, it came as no surprise that the Tsuchikage wanted the man removed as often as possible. It was very difficult for the woman to work whenever she was being constantly assaulted by old, former Shinobi who seek your life. It was especially hard to do that without injuring the man. No matter what, though, he always ended up passed out in the doorway of the Tsuchikage Tower.

Kaorin was coming to change that.

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The same swift, sexy walk that had brought her to the Kage Tower was the one which took her towards Banryu's body. The way that it remained so completely still might have lead someone to believe that the man was dead -- if it weren't for the onerous, deep-throated snoring that resounded through the plaza anywhere after about five a.m. Kaorin stood above the man for only a moment, listening to the chainsaw racketing of Banryu's ripping snores, before she had had enough. With her right leg moving forward suddenly, her soft black leather boot would flash forward and strike the man in the face.

At least, it would have, if something unexpected hadn't happened. Out of instinct, most likely, Banryu's eyes shot wide open and his left palm came from out of nowhere to grab Kaorin's foot. With her foot caught in the man's grasp, there was little that she could do when the man pushed backwards with immense strength, sending Kaorin doing a backflip through the air a fair distance before she landed with a soft thump upon her two own two feet. The woman's eyes narrowed at the man who, for just a moment, cracked a smart-alack smile, before the man's head and arm fell back limp and the sound of snoring filled the plaza again.

This time, Kaorin was incensed. Reaching into her weapons pouch with her left hand, she deftly withdrew a kunai and sent it flying at top speed towards the man. It was aimed for his arm so as to not critically injure the man, but just as before, something surprising happened. Banryu's eyes snapped open, wide once more, and his hand darted forward again, this time equipped with a kunai of his own. Deflecting the attack with a simplistic ease, Kaorin watched as her weapon was knocked back towards her general direction for a moment before walking back to pick up her weapon.

It suddenly made sense why a Shinobi would be necessary to remove the old man from the porch, Kaorin realized. With skills like these, a normal person would get trampled. With her weapon in her hand, she fingered the tip of the kunai for a while as she began to consider her options. Obviously, a frontal assault had not worked so far, nor, likely, would it. Beyond that, explosions were out of the question -- the Tsuchikage would not want her tower blown to smithereens just to remove an old drunk. Since that concluded the bulk of her arsenal, Kaorin was beginning to feel as though she were running out of ideas...

But just like that, it hit her. Her smile widened. It was time to send Banryu packing.

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With kunai in her hand, the woman would launch another surprise assault towards the man. Taking careful aim, the girl would wait just a moment before releasing the weapon through the air towards Banryu once more. This time, though, she followed. Since she was only a few feet away from the man, it would not take long before the two were within range... exactly as she had planned. As Banryu's eyes snapped open and reached to block the kunai, Kaorin was ready, her right leg kicking towards the rapidly extending arm. The foot made contact with the arm, knocking it out of place, while at the same time causing the kunai to land with a 'clank' upon the pavement.

Kaorin wasn't done, though. Using the momentum of her outstretched leg, she simply continued to send it upwards until it was almost parallel with her body, and then brought the leg down with as much strength and speed as she could muster. The kick came down hard, but Banryu had already begun moving, his body rolling up and off of the porch by the time that Kaorin's kick would land. The jolt of the kick was rather painful, but Kaorin had sustained more traumatizing wounds than that. Sweeping her leg around to turn and face Banryu, Kaorin quickly began to stand, taking the time to grab her kunai as well.

Banryu eyed her suspiciously. He didn't speak for a long moment before his eyes fell upon her headband, which she was wearing today as a belt buckle. "Is this how you treat your elder, young whippersnapper?"

"I do when the elder is making a nuisance of himself before the good people of Iwagakure no Sato." Kaorin's words were calm and clear, not at all like the rage that burned inside of her for having to deal with this idiot of a man.

Banryu smiled, then. "Good, that is how it should be. I expect to find you here to wake me every morning from now on. 7 a.m., sharp! Don't be late!" And with that, the old man hobbled down the street, moving towards his house and, invariably, his nearly unlimited supply of liquor. Kaorin stood in place for a few moments, shocked, before muttering some choice words underneath her breath and turning to head inside of the Tsuchikage's Tower. She had better be getting paid very well for this insanity.

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--Exit

[Iizuka]

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