the cloud's dai-dōjutsu in action! |m

[luneth]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][STYLE=margin: 10px 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify;font-family: times;font-size: 12px;]A morning reminiscent of any other, I'd be roused from my peaceful repose by the stark sounding of an alarm clock. Forethought involving the day's approaching duties had flooded my mind ahead of its awakening, this deliberation accompanying the stumbling footsteps that would inadvertently steer me into the shower, and sequentially into my considerably sized closet. With a single, demanding assignment being all that was scheduled for today, I'd be certain to dress in more active, combat-befitting attire. I would don my most esteemed set of raiments, an all-black rendition of the traditional jedaigeki robes ♌; the dusky ensemble comprised of a long-sleeve undertunic, overtunic, occasional outer robe, and close-fitting pants, while I'd replace the boots with slender, foot contouring, matching black tabi's ♑. Clothes on, I'd fasten a bracelet hitai-ate to my wrist, hidden beneath its sleeve, subsequently fitting long, damp strands of my dense hair into a loose ponytail, leaving several tresses to fall from either side of my face. Tools would be my next focus; with such a wide array, deciding which to carry was an every day task. My primaries would be equipped, of course, both the chokuto and arcane glove, along with the essential shinobi tools – kunai, shuriken, wire, tags – while I'd carry a few, more unique items in addition. There was nothing more to be done after assembling the arsenal, aside from seizing my mission slip, which I'd do on the way out. The plan would be to rendezvous with an added Chūnin in a preordained location, and although I preferred to operate alone, co-op was to be expected, considering I'd requested an A-ranked mission, one tier exceeding my own position's boundary. I would brood over the statute during the trek across town. Truthfully, aside from rank, I was unsure of whom the higher-ups had decided to pair me with; though, given their previous selections, and the small, though nonetheless elite pool of upper-grade shinobi available within our village, I had no doubt he'd be an equally formidable ninja. My destination had been the ten square-meter rooftop of an abandoned house, located within a desolate neighborhood on the western outskirts of town. We would remain unseen and unheard in this unoccupied land, free to discuss strategy before commencing our mission. Nearing 5:45 a.m., I'd arrived fifteen minutes early, and would utilize the spare time to read over the lengthy piece of parchment detailing the day's objectives, furthermore beginning to plot mentally a layout of the approaching events. The task would be to stealthily infiltrate an underground fight club, save the slaves, and neutralize the illicit operation's ringleaders. While it sounded simple, the truth would be far from it; this was an A-ranked mission, and as such I knew these couldn't have been ordinary criminals, but rather, more than likely, a group of corrupt shinobi, possibly outclassing myself. It would easily span the full day, even several, should we not act carefully and execute our tactics perfectly. I'd been trained in these manners my entire life, however, and would thus remain confident as I'd await the arrival of my comrade. SPOILER: Click to show name; fight club rank; a description; You ever seen four dozen slaves fight to the death in a dirty ring while old rich men bet on which will make it out first? Well you better get ready to because that’s where your going. We’ve known about the underground fight scene for awhile but never knew that it was mostly filled with slaves fighting against their will. You have no choice but to go undercover and break this ring up. Save the slaves and bring in every one of the head honcho’s, we can’t afford to miss anyone. reward; 400 experience, 10,000 ryo minimum shinobi; one mission status; interminable [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][/style]