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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, 2,500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

It had all seems too quiet...he thought to himself defectively. Perched on-top of a building, his golden-hair swaying the in the light breeze which filled the surrounding of Eiichiro Munashi. Unreserved and somewhat in a thinking process his leg would curl around the other while a cigarette sat neatly in the corner of his mouth. As a sudden stream of light slowly pushed its way through the presence of what seemed to be constant cloud, it would filter across where the young chuunin was sitting, flowing across his face to reveal such mystique. With an open hand streaked across his forehead he would block out any light possible so he could get a fixed gaze on the weather from above. Not exactly crucial for the mission at hand, but regardless, he always liked to know what the skies had in store.

Today was like any other that would pass through the calender year in Kumogakure. High cloud was present with a steely grey blanketing any color which would try revolutionize its suppression. The crackling sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, where the mighty peaks of Kumogakure greeted the sky with a handshake. No lightning today it seemed, though he found the sound of thunder oddly settling. perhaps a sentiment to how long he had been in this village. It would definitely be a sentiment road if he looked back, the days at the academy seemed so distant to where he was now, even his days as a genin seemed so distant. But, here he sat, looking over the village from which he had resided for most of his life so far. Sentimentality eh, such a funny thing. Oh the days of being in the spring of youth again. The reflection of time past was only a flicker.

Shifting in his seat he would pull out a scroll from his back pouch as the breeze slowly tugged at his loose clothing. The scroll contained the information of the mission he would be participating on. Sitting there he had already gathered some intel around the area and thought that today would be his best bet in capturing these thugs. Pulling the sealed clip off of the scroll he would unravel the stiff paper and lay it out on his lap, each hand forcing the paper to the sides back.

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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.

He wondered on the approach he should take with these criminals. known to him, they were not of the highest caliber, purely petty criminals trying to make money off of the innocent. Lifting his hand to his chin the long slender fingers from the chuunin would scratch at the golden facial hair which grew as a goatee. There were a numbers of ways he could start this mission, but he just had to decide on the right one. Really, which would take him the least amount of time and would guarantee the highest percentage of success.

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Serial muggers eh? hmm....If I were a criminal where would I hide now I say."

The reflective thoughts of the surrounding quietness resonated in his mind. Really, it truly was quiet today it seemed. He wondered if these muggers had really stirred fear in the community as it would seem. As always, on his way here he passed through the market district which was always bustling with people of all kinds. But the further he ventured into the downtown district the number of people seemed to trickle off, to the point where whole streets seemed to be empty. It was very puzzling, today was a weekday. A normal working day. There would usually be tradesmen walking up and down the streets below him making repairs on buildings, ladies selling produce in movable carts, and the small children playing on the roads. Pushing his hands back onto the safety of the concrete ledges he would tilt his head forward to look down below. The fringe of his golden hair obscured the vision from his left eye, but he could easily see the surroundings with his right.

Scanning both to the left and right of the notorious road he could only a half dozen people at a single time. Could it be that the muggers were still here as we speak and had frightened the locals of downtown, or had they moved on from this position as numbers to mug had gone down? He could see how this road would be the perfect place to seduce or intimidate a civilian. The buildings which surrounded the road were of near even height all around, obscuring a common vision, and could be seen as almost boxing in the area. The path itself was made up of gravel and dirt, dusty under foot but also firm. Perhaps the largest giveaway was the numerous alleyways which teased the main path from its corners. Branching off like streams from a river they would make the perfect place for a predator/s to lay in wait for its prey; dark, quiet, and empty it would serve as the beginning.

They were mere common criminals something that he had not experienced in a while. He was used to missions regarding a shinobi enemy, it skills in espionage mean't that he was a servant to the missions which were enslaved by darkness. Missions in which the shadows would hold the secrets. In the instant where he would get off uninspired from his high-point, something caught his eye from below and into the distance. A group of men walking side-by-side dined in black garb. They would all possess an individual strut, a walk which would be an expression of their insufferable ego. This could be my gang, it sure as hell looks like it could be, the blonde chuunin reflected. He remembered the report signaled that they each possessed a different weapon from other in the gang, perhaps an expression of their own unique talents or skill. Perhaps, but it would make no difference in the end, and he didn't really care to take too much mind them all. He was here to make sure they wouldn't steal again.

With hands and feet glued to the side of the building he would slide down its vertical edge with ease, making his way to the ground below. Dust curled up the sides of his ankles as if knowing his approach.

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One foot in-front of the other Eiichiro made his way down the path towards the group of men he presumed were his targets. An approximate forty meters from his current location, he was at a safe distance indeed, actually appearing behind his prey. They seemed to know the workings of the area well, another tell-tale sign that these guys, could indeed, be the who he was looking for. They moved from a thin alleyway to Eiichiro's front right outward onto the main road. He did not know what their faces looked like but he had no visual reports of the assailants. It seemed as though victims, and witnesses alike, were too afraid to come forward in the process of the report for the mission. ShishiShi, Eiichiro laughed to himself mischievously. I bet they are not ready for a chuunin-level oinin to be coming after them, he thought. In his own arrogance he felt sorry for them. But, he couldn't take the situation lightly. It was a B-Rank mission after all and he would be outnumbered. All in all he was confident about the exchange, it would be wits and intelligence that would win on the day.

Walking calming behind them his feet shuffled casually on the gravel path. Hands in pockets he would be no threat to them....or so it seemed. With an eagle like gaze he would not take his blue eye's off them. He could hear their booming voices touch the tips of his ears with unflattering noise. The loud grunts and obnoxious laugh's it was all clear in how they acted. They thought that this streets was their's. As they walked in a horizontal line their position would take up most of the path itself with the aura of their arrogance making seem as thought there was even less room that there was. The few civilians left who dared to walk the streets held their heads low and shifted their gaze, they wouldn't look the gang in the eye. A force of bullying, something that Eiichiro detested. It would all come to fruition soon though. He would analyse how they acted and their strengths and weaknesses before making any approach.

Reflecting back to when he read the mission, he wondered why it made such reference to the weapons that they carried. With curiosity, he would take it upon himself to look and deduce if there was anything special about the weapons. Could they have got in contact with a craftsman of some-kind and gained enchanted weapons? Pulling out the scroll from his back pouch again he pulled the ink-pen out and glanced toward his enemies. From the far left to the right they were all in position of a weapon of some kind. The man on the far left was skinny but gangly. His long black hair flowed down the back of his neck to the midsection of his back. The full-black leather garb not overly fitting, however it seemed to suit his pale skin. Resting in his left-hand was what seemed to be a simple katana, Eiichiro noted it down. Second from the left was a man of much larger scale. His brown hair seemed to multiply over his entire body, a giant mass of manliness it seemed his weapon also reflected that. A large barbed club rested on one of his hulking shoulders. Eiichiro noted it down.

In the middle was the smallest man out of them all. He was bald, round and looked all to gluttonous. Perhaps the leader? it always seemed that way in the books. The smallest man seemed to always be the supposed 'brains' of the group, and always resided in the middle, protected from both sides. The only weapon Eiichiro could denote from him was a simple dagger which was strapped to the outside of his calf on leather. What looked to only be a secondary, Eiichiro kept his weapon unwritten. And finally, the two members to the right. Both as black as night, near identical height and weight, both sporting a black shadowy afro of geological proportion. Eiichiro's presumption was that they were brothers, or perhaps even twins. Their mannerisms were awfully similar, but at the same time, it was as if they were trying to be completely different. Ironically, they each wielded the same weapon, a chain & sickle. Eiichiro had noted it down.

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As quickly as he had put the parchment away his prey were on the move. It seemed mugging was more than in their blood, it was a way to stamp their authority and express their ego, as well fueling their livelihoods. These types of men would not do well in the comings of being a ninja. They did not have the patients, resolve, or skill. Their characters lacked that to be a valuable troop to the great nation of Kumogakure, so instead they steal and loot from their own. Scaring the civilians that they live next to, steal from the man who delivers their bread in the morning. A thuggish lot. An ultimately doomed lot. Raising an eyebrow and flicking his golden locks to one side it seemed as though things would start to heat up. Looking up ahead he would see a man, only ten meters or so ahead of the thugs turn down an alley. He seemed in a rush almost flustered carrying a large bag over his stomach outstretched with both arms.

Eiichiro could smell the excitement of the criminals in front of him, as he was before them watching their eye's light up. They could smell a susceptible prey like a vulture watching a dead caucus in the the desert, becks snapping and all at the anticipation. Watching their body movements they would wait until the man turned down the alley before turning and looking at each other pleasingly, the small round man in the middle even offering a vicious laugh to his fellow gangmen. The bubbling of excitement ran through Eiichiro's veins, he was excited to teach these vermin a lesson they will never forget. Increasing the speed of his walk he would was now positioned at a perfect distance between the three that now embodied the situation. Each not knowing of the other; the victim oblivious to the gang which was about to beat and rob him, and the gang oblivious to the oinin that was going to beat and rob them. A vicious circle indeed, but a circle of justice none-the-less.

The men turned down the same alley as the man keeping the distance that had oh-so perfectly approached them. Eiichiro knew the drill. They would walk down the alley most likely yelling and making boisterous noises to get the man's attention. It was all part of their plan to install fear into their targets, to make them know from the beginning how the outcome would be. But not this time, they had mugged for the last time. Oi, youu theer - wher ya' think your gowin'? the small man in the middle bellowed out. For such a man of small stature Eiichiro noticed that his voice was very loud and intimidating. His local and uneducated accent giving rise to only trouble. The man, now turned victim, twisted his head around to seem five shadowy figures behind him, the alley only illuminating their dreary persona. I-i mean no-o harm to you all, I was-s just on m-y my way to see my -family. His voice was cracked and broken, he knew who they were and they knew what he was as well. Whats in that lil' bag you got their fella'? I think I might wanna hav'us a look don't you think T? The man with the katana started to lick his lips in excitment. It seemed he had a sweet-tooth for material items.

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As if a conductor had initiated a chorus the five men started to simultaneously laugh together, never stopping their approach on the man who was now against one of the walls in the alley. They how surrounded his position leaving him no where to escape except up. The package in his hands was now at his knee's as he quivered in fear at their presence. Eiichiro, now at the beginning of the alley was still completely unnoticed by any of them. With a simple shift of hands his fingers moved gracefully from one sign to another. He had an idea, a pretty simple idea, but an idea that would most definitely fool someone of their caliber. He couldn't help but nearly release a chuckle to himself. The plan was going to be so much fun and he could barely wait to instigate it.

Within a plume of smoke the young chuunin had transformed. No longer did golden locks of hair flow down the sides of his face. It was now replaced with white hair, in the shape of a mushroom perm. His once marble-like skin blemish a near wrinkle free was replaced with a pale leather. Churned and weathered with age wrinkles were now roaming free across its landscape. A once slender and athletic build was replaced with a short and round one, a build only held up by the aid of a walking stick. Yes, it was the henge no jutsu and Eiichiro had transformed himself into an elderly lady. But, not just any elderly lady. Doned with what seemed to be gold and silver he had decked himself out in what looked to be a golden watch, silver bangles and golden rings and earrings. These petty criminals would not be able to resist her allure. An allure of sexuality aimed at their greed avado.

Calming walking down the lane, one step in front of the other, followed with by the cane an unsuspecting and booming voice would echo down the alleyway towards the thugs.

"Hey there!! leave that poor man alone you big old brutes!"

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As each of the men turned around, including the victim, they began to laugh uncontrollably, however the victim seemed more worried than he was before. Eiichiro could see all their beady eye's twitching as he further made his way towards them. well, well, well what do'we hav'er? I fink you'ra lost lil' lady. You don't want to be down this here path with us guys. Why don't you run along, but hold'up.. sneaky and evil grin ran across the small round man's face. Leave em' lovely jewels behind howeva, don't fink you'll be need em' anymore, he laughed viciously as he moved closer to Eiichiro. his tongue started to curl around his mouth like that of a snake, he was truly the lowest of the low. Eiichiro would enjoy this. The small man moved ever closer to the point were he and Eiichiro were now face to face. It was funny how closely in height they were now, Eiichiro in his transformed state, and the man purely in his own.

Eiichiro falsely produced a scared look on his elderly face, he had to act scared in order to draw them in. Although, he was certain at this stage that they had no clue. A prize treat had just walked down a dark alley doned with wealthy jewelry. They would not be able to resist the temptation. Bending over it looked as though the man was trying to pick something up from the ground, however the chuunin had his movements marked out perfectly he's going for that dagger, now isn't he, Eiichiro thought to himself. Within an instant the man pulled the dagger from his calf and lunged forward, tongue still at the side of his mouth it would slither with pleasure at the sound of a cutting knife. However, in a plume of smoke it seemed as though this elderly lady was too fast. Now the real Eiichiro, with his left arm he disarmed the knife from the small man's hand while maneuvering his foot simultaneously behind his, lifting it as to the man lunged, causing him to crash to the ground. With his right fist he would lay a single blow to the man's face to merely help him to the ground at a quicker rate.

As the earth beneath them shook with the force of the blow, Eiichiro moved the foot which tripped the man over onto his neck, crushing his throat, while his two hands began to form handseals at a rapid pace. That cruel voice will never scare another person again, the thought resonating in Eiichiro's head.

The thugs all looked in amazement at the actions that just took hand. Only a split second ago there was looked to be a helpless old lady in their presence. Another easy target decked with jewels for which they could pawn off and sell. Now, their boss was unconscious, bruised and bloody, positioned under the foot a young chuunin. The anger in their eye's were quite the hilarity to Eiichiro. What could they do, he had already began to make his next move when they were all dumb-struck with what just happened. The largest of the gang looked to have steam flowing from his ears. Eiichiro presumed he didn't like getting tricked like that. I wonder how dumb he really is? probably through that it was a magic-trick not a ninjutsu, he thought hilariously. As the four of them began to charge it at Eiichiro yelling and cursing it would be too no avail. He had finished the seals from which he started to produces seconds before. Positioning his fingers in a signature seal, it would the mark of his heritage that would be the final blow for these men.

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Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique)
Rank: E
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Chakra: Very Low
Special: Allows the user to transform into any person, object or animal of normal/small/miniature size. Transformation can be held for one turn, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Henge no Jutsu is a very basic ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at their respective village's Shinobi Academy. Henge allows the user to transform themselves into any person or object. This allows the ninja to move with stealth or to trick their opponents.
Domain: Academy Ninjutsu.

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"Shinranshin no Jutsu!"

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The booming voice of the golden-haired chuunin echoed down towards all that lurked in the alley. At that moment a blue hue would escape his body in the form of a chakra-based consciousness. The two flowing bodies of chakra traveled at 4 meters per second more than enough time to reach his targets which were only a few mere meters from his position. He wondered if they had ever encountered a shinobi of rank before? something inside thought that they hadn't. No, these were the men that prey on the weak and innocent. A shinobi would pose too much of a threat. Holding the signature seal of the 'Yamanaka' he would guide his hijutsu into two targets, taking control of their bodies, they would become mere puppets to Eiichiro's will. He aimed simultaneously for the large man with the spiked club and one of the (supposed) twins. He didn't want to have to deal with the size of the large, presumably possessing great physical strength he would be too much, Eiichiro thought, even for his gang mates to deal with. The black man was an easy choice however, duel weapons with his brother. They would be used to working together, break that up, they would be severely weakened.

When the attacks hit their targets their bodies stood stiff as if time had frozen them. Their running comrades stopped suddenly each turning to the man next to them with a puzzled look. What're you doin'! dun't stand round lets kill this fucker ~. But they would not be able to move on their own from now, actually, they would be under the command of Eiichiro. Within an instant the two men who were captured started to move again however this time their movements were irregular to how they were before. Grabbing these weapons they would swing furiously at their own allies at an attempt to critically injure them. What-the-hell you thinkin'! why you goin' afta me - its him you want!. The men had lost control of their movement and the terror of the foreign situation was stripped across their face. I ca-n't hel-p it! m-y my body is mo-ving on it's own, I sw-ear!. Within an instant the large man swung his club furiously driving the slim man with the katana into wall behind him causing rubble and brick to crumble.

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Shinranshin no Jutsu (Mind Derangement Technique)^{'Shintenshin rank A'}
Rank: B, B
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu / Secret Technique
Range: See special!
Handseals: Yes
Chakra: High [initial + upkeep]
Special: The distance and speed this technique can travel varies on the user's highest 'Shintenshin no Jutsu'. Up to one person can be controlled at a time, plus one additional person each time retrained. Same rules for breaking free from 'Shintenshin' apply. Affected victims attack their nearest ally with whatever means they can, though never with jutsu. Lasts as long as the clan member keeps it up, or until either the user or the victim dies.
Description: Shinranshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique which is used to confuse the targets body into attacking a nearby ally. The ninja will form the needed hand seal and then send their spirtual energy of confusion at their opponent, forcing their chakra into the victim's central nervous system. Though the opponent is mentally aware of his action, he is unable to stop his body from carrying out the attack. The difference between this and the Mind Body Switch Technique is that the Yamanaka doesn't project their consciousness into the enemies body. Situations of numerical superiority for the adversary are precisely where this technique, which freely manipulates human beings, will display its efficiency, by getting the enemies to turn on one another. Best of all, control can be exerted even from a distance.
Domain: Yamanaka. Shintenshin no Jutsu 'B'.

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"You scum will not harm another civilian anymore, I will make sure of that. Quick, you, ran and grab the Kumo police service and bring them to this location!"

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Staring at the victim Eiichiro issued his command. The man started to run leaving his belongings scattered on the ground beneath him. By the time the man had made it back with four kumo police officers and a stationed guard it was all over. Eiichiro had made sure of that. The men had stood no chance against him, all overcome by his hijutsu. The two men were unable to combat their own allies, still from what Eiichiro though, confused as to why they were attacking them.

The large man with the spiked club now lay unconscious on-top of his ally who which he bashed in with his monstrous strength and brutality. The two black men sat back-to-back, also both unconscious, with the chains from their of weapons used to tie them together. Each was bruised and cut as blood ran down one of their face's and the others torso. Although they both got injured, at least they were in different places. The small round man was perhaps the most injured, something that Eiichiro had directly caused. He was thrown in the middle, face-down, near is gang. His throat was crushed to smithereens and he still lay unconscious from the 'fall' he gained earlier.

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Shinranshin no Jutsu (Mind Derangement Technique)^{'Shintenshin rank A'}
Rank: B, B
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu / Secret Technique
Range: See special!
Handseals: Yes
Chakra: High [initial + upkeep]
Special: The distance and speed this technique can travel varies on the user's highest 'Shintenshin no Jutsu'. Up to one person can be controlled at a time, plus one additional person each time retrained. Same rules for breaking free from 'Shintenshin' apply. Affected victims attack their nearest ally with whatever means they can, though never with jutsu. Lasts as long as the clan member keeps it up, or until either the user or the victim dies.
Description: Shinranshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique which is used to confuse the targets body into attacking a nearby ally. The ninja will form the needed hand seal and then send their spirtual energy of confusion at their opponent, forcing their chakra into the victim's central nervous system. Though the opponent is mentally aware of his action, he is unable to stop his body from carrying out the attack. The difference between this and the Mind Body Switch Technique is that the Yamanaka doesn't project their consciousness into the enemies body. Situations of numerical superiority for the adversary are precisely where this technique, which freely manipulates human beings, will display its efficiency, by getting the enemies to turn on one another. Best of all, control can be exerted even from a distance.
Domain: Yamanaka. Shintenshin no Jutsu 'B'.

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By the time the man had made it back with four kumo police officers and a stationed guard it was all over. Eiichiro had made sure of that. The men had stood no chance against him, all overcome by his hijutsu. The two men were unable to combat their own allies, still from what Eiichiro though, confused as to why they were attacking them. The large man with the spiked club now lay unconscious on-top of his ally who which he bashed in with his monstrous strength and brutality. The two black men sat back-to-back, also both unconscious, with the chains from their of weapons used to tie them together. Each was bruised and cut as blood ran down one of their face's and the others torso. Although they both got injured, at least they were in different places. The small round man was perhaps the most injured, something that Eiichiro had directly caused. He was thrown in the middle, face-down, near is gang. His throat was crushed to smithereens and he still lay unconscious from the 'fall' he gained earlier.

"Heck, was it you who did this? You sure pulled a number on these lads. Thank you, Munashi-san, we had been trying to capture these guys for weeks they had caused much grief in this area."

The policeman came forward patting Eiichiro on the shoulder. He seemed genuinely pleased with Eiichiro and his efforts, something for which he enjoyed. It was really all part of his job. He received the mission and went to make sure it was a success. The only thing that troubled him was the fact that it was within the village. There were many battles to be fought outside of these walls and it upset him that there would be people who would do wrong to their own. There were plenty of men who willed to come and breach the walls of this fine village only to do the same as these men. Then, they would be standing side-to-side with their victim. But, that was the way the world was and he knew it.

"Thank you! I owe you much thanks. You saved my life."

The man who was the victim had now come up to him with a cheerful smile. Still obviously shaken he now seemed completely relaxed, his shoulders not rigid and tight anymore. Giving him an nonchalant smile Eiichiro bowed to the man and these rose up once again.

"It is all part of my job, I am happy to help. By-the-way, don't forget your parcel. It's still lying here in the alley."

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