back alley brawl. [M]

[luneth]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 440px][STYLE=font-size: 50px;margin: -5px 0px 0px -44px;font-family: times new roman; color: #717171;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -5px;]↬ MISSION037[/style][STYLE=margin: -20px 60px 0px 40px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px;text-align: justify;line-height: 30px;]BACK ALLEY BRAWL[/style][STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/DsT6H.png);-webkit-border-radius: 100px;-moz-border-radius: 100px;border-radius: 100px;height: 90px; width: 100px;float: right;margin: -70px 35px 0px 20px;] [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px 22px 10px 22px; text-align: justify;font-family: arial;font-size: 10px;] name; back alley brawl rank; b description; We’ve got a bunch of reports coming in of serial muggers in some alleys downtown. According to the report there’s five members of the gang all together, each a different weapon. From the sounds of it there just some low level thugs but don’t let your guard down or get to cocky. Find the bangers, Kick that Ass and bring em in. reward; 100 experience, 5,000 ryo minimum shinobi; one mission status; interminable Everyone’s schedule was tight, packed with tasks and duties they were obliged to fulfill; the intellectual youth’s pale eyes watched in amusement, a half-smile forming on his face as his gaze would follow the various ninja, couriers, and even ordinary citizens hurrying through one of the village’s more populated streets. "hehe…" Observing other people, while seemingly a rather odd, peculiar pastime, was one the Cloud shinobi frequently partook in, simply fascinated by the vast populace residing within Kumogakure no Sato, each with their own set of troubles, aspirations, professions, friends, enemies – it was hard to believe, though their own rushed, purposeful scurrying throughout the village would loudly attest to it. The aloof Hyūga himself would be relaxed on a sidewalk bench, sitting just outside one of the village’s weapon shops as his mind would be wrapped in its own ponderings. Several more minutes would see him eventually finish inspecting the crowd of passersby, his effortlessly composed stare then moving from the citizens and onto the blade he’d bought earlier, a forty-inch chokuto, this particular one being a sword he’d had his eyes on for quite some time. Finally, following the selling of his previous two weapons, a rapier and main gauche, he’d have enough ryo to buy it. It would get a fair amount of use today, he’d muse, his mind now moving from the past to contemplate on upcoming events, primarily the b-rank mission he'd planned on undertaking. "eh, it's time, i guess." While no later than 7 am, the mission, along with any other plans he’d made for the day, would be commenced upon him getting up from the comfortable bench. He’d do so with a hushed sigh and stretch, afterward setting off toward the opposite side of town, wherein he’d pick up a list of details pertaining to the task ahead. The village’s architecture was a sight in and of itself; leaving the adolescent in silent awe should he ever pay attention to it. Having been created on a mountainous plateau, surrounded by mountains, the genius required to build such an enormous village among such enormous landmasses, while still allowing for a comfortable maneuverability, was easily visible, and unlike anywhere else. A former nuke-nin with intentions of travelling throughout the world, his eyes had beheld most, if not every famed construct both ancient and modern, and in this, could still confidently say that, while perhaps not as grandiose as some, Kumogakure’s structural design was most definitely unique and amazing in its own right. His mind captivated by the exquisite construction, the Kumo-nin would reach his destination in what had seemed to be mere seconds, though truthfully spanning several minutes in time. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 440px][/style]