copper pt. 2 [m]

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ogonkurai
"What's that you said?"

The echoes would bounce off of surrounding metal that seemed to span for miles. It was a fairly cramped tube, but there was just enough sun to allow the four of them to see each other. The smell of rust would run all along these tunnels. The age was more than enough to make it unsafe, but what would really make these tunnels so forbidden was in fact their range. Just about everyone in the village knew that these catacombs were in existence, however not many were too eager about exploring them. It was a literal ant-farm. With an untold number of turns, this place could easily be considered an underground labyrinth. Kurai had not made his way too far into them before being confronted by the three man gang. They didn't appear to be ninja. While they certainly dressed like they were familiar of combat, their lack of hachigane would say otherwise. There was always the possibility of the three of them being academy students as well. They did not appear too much older than Kurai in the first place. As they stood shoulder to shoulder, it would be the one in the middle who would strike Kurai as the leader, it being he who had said something in the first place. The look in the massive blue eyes of the young man would only relay disdain. He was tall, and didn't appear to hold any sort of additional weaponry aside from what appeared to be a traditional katana sitting at his hip. He wasn't going to use it, not against a shinobi of his own village, at least that's all Kurai could hope for. He wore straight black pants, with wooden sandals elevating him just a bit above the ground. He wasn't too muscular, though it was clear that he would constantly participate in lifting, either recreational or professionally. This would serve as a sharp contrast to the tall, thin shinobi that would stand his counter. His arms would remain folded as he would take a step towards the young men, proving to them just how bold he was. He had insulted them once, but to repeat it would simply commence the inevitable combat that they would engage in.

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"I said men don't hurt dogs. Only dogs hurt dogs," Kurai would repeat, his eyes narrowing as the words would slip from his mouth once more. "and since I see you have a few boyfriends, I can only assume that you're the bitch of the group."

The eyes of the young man would begin to crinkle into nothing but rage. A soft curling of his fingers into the palms of his hands would warn the shinobi of the man's temptation for violence. His legs would spread, and his shoulders would slowly curl as his neck would fall into his fluffy red scarf. The tight mesh shirt would begin to expand as his muscles would stretch; the work of his blood accelerating no doubt. As the man's lip would curl up and he would take a step forward, things would really show just how much he was heating up. The spots in the top of the passage would allow freckles of sunlight to glide across his face as he would make his way towards the other young man.

"I'm going to make you eat those words." He would threaten, his pace gradually quickening.

The words would come as though he could barely keep himself from screaming. His cohorts however would simply watch. Either unsure of how to react, or comfortable with what was going on. This couldn't have been the first time that he had gotten into a fight. The three of them appeared to be a part of the 'ruffian' crowd. Their familiarity with combat obviously being something they took pride in. However, as the young blue eyed man would make his way through the tunnel, closing ground between him and Kurai, it was clear that he did not intend to use the sword fastened to his hip. That was good. Bloodshed was something that Kurai could not afford on a day like this. However, when looking back at the two other men, who were also armed, there was no assurance that they would not engage with an opposing intention. As Kurai's eyes would focus back onto the muscular man, it was time to engage. He had reached him fairly quickly, his fists raised as he would appear to have some sort of boxing stance. This would leave Kurai with a simple, and overused plan, however considering his lack of ability at this point, it was the best option he had. Before moving to put up a guard, he would glance over at the small, unconscious boston terrier that would would lay defenseless behind one of the two rearguard thugs. He wasn't there to fight them, but instead there to collect the dog. It was only poor circumstance that he would happen upon the three men torturing it.

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His eyes would glance back at the tall young man, who looked as though he was ready to unleash the full force of his fist against the young face of the Ogon clansman. However, that wouldn't happen. This tunnel, despite the small speckles of light illuminating the floor was fairly dark. The eyes of the four of them had to adjust in order to see each other properly in fact. That would set things up perfectly for the next move that would get Kurai out of this situation as swiftly as possible. His palms would meet as his two narrow golden irises would stare directly into the young pupils of the young man. He would not bother to name the technique, these men having no idea how to perform jutsu anyway. However, what would follow would be a sharp white light covering the Genin's entire body. As his palms would thrust forward, as would the power of his jutsu. The light would quickly intensify, the face of the young man quickly converting from anger to fear as he would attempt to comprehend what was going to happen to him. However, in an instant, the light would cover the tunnel, a thick bright illumination thrusting its way down the tunnel as well as through the holes in the ceiling. The screams of all three of the young men would then begin to echo throughout the halls. Their hands would cover their eyes, while they would then tuck themselves to the sides of the walls, unsure of what to expect at all. Kurai however would not stick around for the effects to wear off. His thin frame would thrust himself around the massive man who had fallen to the floor, and straight towards the dog, yanking it from the ground from its underbelly. He would then tuck it into his arms, his feet swiftly carrying him through the abandoned tunnels towards the way that he had come. From here, it would be the animal collection agency.

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name; pet detective
rank; d
description; Sadly with confliction comes annihilation and with so many individuals dwindling it’s left their pets into solitude. As a Kumogakure ninja you’ll collect a wandering pet from within’ Kumogakure no Sato and send the abandoned pet to a Kumogakure animal collection agency.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

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ogonkurai
The warmth of the room would increase as soft feet would steadily tread across the pale wooden floors of the room. The plain white attire of the hospital wardrobe would create a drab environment to say the least. However, the attire would not prevent this lot from exhibiting fun. White teeth peeking behind all kinds of lips would illuminate the room. The steady hands of these youngsters steadily patting against their knees as they would anticipate what it was that was coming to them. In the corner of the room, positioned directly against the window, would stand a tall dark figure. His arms crossed, along with his legs as his back would lean respectfully against the window pane. A dead look in his eye would observe what it was that was going on. As he would stand against the window, the absence of light onset by the night sky would deprive him of any real opportunity for observance. He would be left to be restricted to the voice of his sister, much like the rest of the students and ninja in the room. This crowd had collected a number of members, ranging from Chuunin to academy students, they all appeared to be below the age of twenty. However despite their age differences, the observation of a beautiful young woman would draw the attention of all of the boys who wanted to admire her, and all of the girls that wanted to mimic her.

As they would all seat themselves somewhere in the room, the dim lighting of their surroundings would slowly be illuminated by the spark of a match lit by this woman. Her face would instantly be exposed through the dim darkness. Short strands of platinum hair would contort into a number of figures across her dace. The pure white tendrils would sway slowly as she would reach for the candle directly in front of her. The flame would lower onto the wick, and slowly set it ablaze. As her pearl hued eyes would slowly rise to view her audience, her signature smile would blow a wave of ambiance onto the growing crowd. As her brother would accompany on this mission, an image of him would slowly begin to unfold into her minds eye. The image of a little bow, legs folded, eyes wide would confront her memory, her smile widening slightly as she would slowly observe the rest of the crowd given what little light she had.

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"Today, I'm going to tell the story of The White Cloud." She would belay, her comforting voice ringing into the ears of the children before her.

Her hands would fold onto her lap. Her thin, dark knees would cross over each other as she would lean forward, towards the crowd. The children seated on the floor would begin to murmur at the very mention of the story that none of them had ever heard before. It was evident that they were excited. Kurai had however. This was the tale that their father would tell them every time he had to leave the village for an extended amount of time. This was the story that would stick with him, and no doubt his sisters for the rest of their lives. The pain in Kurai's eyes would wash away with a simple diversion of his gaze from the light of his sister's face. Instead he would try his best to look outside. The view of the village's plummeting depths would no doubt keep him highly occupied while he would no doubt listen to his sister's rendition of the tale.

"There have been tales that men tell their families and friends in order to let them in on the secrets of their journeys. The endless forests of Hi no Kuni, or the constant fog surrounding Mizu no Kuni are an example of this. If a man does not relay this information to anyone, he will slowly be consumed with information, and that information will then leak into the minds of everyone that those stories were never told to," The children's murmuring had grown cold. "The greatest ninja ever known to grace these mountains was known as The Legendary White Cloud. He was a man of infinite wisdom, and even greater ability. He knew incredible ninjutsu that the world had never seen, and was willing to teach anyone who was willing to ask him. In fact, he was so powerful and so wise, that he was envied by even the gods. So in order to prove their superiority, they would confront him with they considered the most difficult task ever thought of..."

She would cease the story suddenly. The children at her vanguard no doubt suspended in the anticipation of what continued. However as Kurai would turn his head, curious as to the cause of the pause, the answer would stare him in the face. His eyes would meet with his sister's. Her gaze was crushing, despite the smile cemented onto her face. She wanted him to know that this next line was meant for him, despite the crowd separating them.

"What was the task?" Someone from the crowd would ask her bluntly.

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"To make the mountains laugh." She would relay bluntly, her crystal clear teeth emerging from her lips as she would continue to stare at her younger brother. "Of course, this had never been done. It was unthinkable to make a massive pile of rocks actually laugh! Laughter needed emotion, and a sense of humor! Rocks have neither of those things if you weren't sure." She would remind her crowd playfully, a small hum of laughter rustling around the room. "However, there was nothing outside of the White Cloud's ability. He would accept the challenge, and prove that he had what it took to outwit the gods who would mock him so cruelly. With an incredible technique, the White Cloud would take the clouds of his own name sake and begin to twist them, and mold them to shape an incredible white cloud that would stretch over the entire sky. The power of his ability would reveal the home of the gods who lived above the clouds. As the cloud would twist around, it would slowly begin to grow black with the wicked intentions of the cruel gods. The more that the clouds would spin, the darker they would get, cleaning the gods of their intentions. Before long, the black clouds would begin to roar with the discontent of their purpose. It didn't end there. Before long those same clouds would begin to clash, creating an incredible bright light. That would truly reveal the faces of the mountains, the earth forever amused by the discontent of the heavens. This is why the ninja who live in Kumogakure no Sato must defend this land. The White Cloud, who had made the clouds black have left us with a constant laughter, and a constant reminder of our ability to question even the gods. You all must remember that this is the power of Kumogakure, and with every battle you must remember the will of the White Cloud. You all have the potential to be your own White Cloud, and give our mountains something to be proud of."

She would slowly reach for the candle that she had placed onto the ground. Lifting it up, the ember would dance gracefully in front of her lips as they would slowly pucker. Her eyelids would fold down in front of her eyes. With a quick exhale, the light would be gone, and the power of the flame would diminish. As Kurai would continue to stare out at his sister, he could feel the presence of his father, and the presence of the war. His eyes would close in unison with the darkness.

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name; play time
rank; d
description; The adolescent children within’ the Kumogakure flock were never enlighten on the various activates that most children were taught. Games, like tag. Smiles so rarely grace their tender visage. Stories never grace their petite ears. You as a Kumogakure shinobi are tasked with bringing amusement and joy back into their hearts. Tell them wonderful and exciting stories. Play tag or any other childhood game you were brought up knowing. A smile a day will keep the doctor away.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

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ogonkurai
The deafening crush of glass would echo throughout the air. The tough crack of the fiber would soak the concrete with fibers that would splatter across the road that would lead towards the young Yamanaka's designated sector. His eyes would fold under the stress of hearing such a horrible sound. As he would curl under the weight of the possibility of having crushed someone's capabilities of seeing, a slight smirk would hide behind his massive black collar. The lean dark arm that would curl into his chest would show his stress as he would slowly make his way into the sector. The glass and the weight of its possibility would quickly fade, allowing the slender shinobi to focus on the task at hand. He had been hired to relieve this small neighborhood of the excess trash that had begun to accumulate around the village. The distress of a war had the capabilities of doing a number of things to any given community. Kumogakure was no different. The number of differences that would envelope his village however would become apparent upon his first footstep into the designated area. Two golden oculars would lay their vision upon a literal mountain of what appeared to be books and papers. While much of it had been bagged, by a previous genin team no doubt, there were still a number of items wandering around the road with the assistance of the renegade breeze. The mounds of garbage bags that would lay around the street would appear to be nothing but work. Luckily he didn't have to complete this mission alone. The majority of this work would simply be dragging one bag of books and paper to one side of the road, away from the decaying homes that would take up one side of the mountain in which this street separated. The second portion of the work would equate to simply burning the paper and the large brown bags that housed them. The ashes would be swept away in the rain that would no doubt accompany the small cell of unacquainted Genin assigned to this mission.

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The day had been long, and the constant back and forth of the menial physical labor reminded him of the training days at the academy. His body would begin to feel the weariness of the task, however he and the other various ninja had managed to burn the majority of the bags, with the remainders being dealt with instantly. While the few young men would deal with that, a few others would begin to pick up the remaining items. This would include the various books and remaining sheets that had prevented themselves from the sweet escape that the breeze would promise. However, as the young man would make his way back to the other side of the road, a small black book making contact with the front of his foot. His ignoring kick of the literature would send it a decent amount across the street, but that would nor prevent it from having attached itself to Kurai's interest. The dark figure would make his way towards the book, a ghostly hover covering the book so that he could approach it with a legitimate intention. A gloved hand would take it's place underneath the lightweight paperback, slowly lifting it from its defiled status and into his possession. There didn't appear to be much said for the book. It held no title on either the cover or the spin of the book. As it would shift back and forth within the grasp of the shinobi, it would eventually become the victim of invasion. The index finger of the shinobi would find itself building a wedge between the first page of the book and the cover. It would reveal a very fine written text in the top right corner of the page. While it was far from legible, it meant that this book was one of two things. A journal written for the purposes of recording the time spend in this village, or what had the possibility of being a journal. A tired shinobi would shout out towards the stationary Kurai, suggesting that the faster they work, the faster they could escape this task. He had a point. Kurai's hands would slowly shift to his back, the thin black book finding its way into the shinobi pouch that would sit right on his waist. There would be plenty of time to investigate this book, but now was not the time.

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It wouldn't take long at all to finish the task. An addition thirty minutes would include the extraction of any remaining garbage into more paper bags, that would then be eradicated by a combination of fire techniques that a few of the Genin there were familiar with. As everyone would beckon their farewells to their team for the day, Kurai would escape the formalities. Instead, his attention would be focused on what appeared to be a handwritten novela. The leather bound paperback would appear deceiving, especially considering its abandonment onto the street. It had gathered a significant amount of wear and tear, which could have meant a considerable amount of time spent exactly where no one would be able to find it. When the writer of this book abandoned this book, they abandoned any sort of chance for their vision to be seen. While that was not something that Kurai would normally consider even thinking about, he had always been a sucker for literature. He would hold on to this novela, and after reading through it, it would be returned to the proper authorities. If it turned out to be a success, he would be quick to want an audience with the author. It would take a considerable amount of time to write an entire novel with just a pen and paper. However, what is one man's trash is nothing but another man's treasure.

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name; trash collection
rank; d
description; Trash is spread throughout Kumogakure no Sato after the agitated aggressions that soaked the village. You as a devoted ninja will pick up the trash from a located sector and hopefully brighten up our monumental village once again.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

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the scars of your love

ogonkurai
A room full of smoke would tailor perfectly to the atmosphere that was obviously meant to be portrayed. An older man would sit in back of a dimly lit room, his fat, ringed fingers gripping the perfectly rolled cigar that would hang boisterously from his lips. Wrinkles would crowd his face as it would contort in an attempt to remove the thick round appendage from his mouth. The darkness that would surround his face would only work to show his mafioso demeanor. However, the small army of large, suited men surrounding him would solidify that. The artificial light of the lamp sitting on his desk would serve as the only light in the entire room. However, the windows which had been concealed by what appeared to be magnificently furnished blinds would leak only a portion of the light into the room. It would barely be enough to see, though Kurai, making his way into the room, would only be dumbfounded by the style of the building and the people who seemed to inhabit it. The massive room was quaint. Nothing but dark wood and olive green cloth would decorate it. At the same time, the people who would inhabit it appeared to have little to no emotion. These were the hired muscle, and that was sure. However, as he would make their way towards the large, seated man in the back of the room things seemed to change instantly.

"Ah! You must be the ninja they sent from Kumogakure." The old man would say, his slicked back hair gleaming from the light of the lamp as he would sit up in his chair.

As his arms would cover the front of the desk, Kurai would nod slowly, glancing around at the number of people who all had their eyes on him. The old man would smile before sitting back in his chair and placing the cigar back into his mouth. The creak of his chair would fill the room with sound that was once non existent. His raspy voice would continue to speak as he would take his non-smoking hand and beckon the attention of one of the suited men with a wave.

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ogonkurai
"These are the contents of your mission. Yesterday we got word of other ninjas attacking one of our shipments, so I suggest that you be careful boy." The old man would say with a disgustingly arrogant cackle.

One of the men would come out with a rather large cube box. It was plain. Appearing to be completely wooden, the massive black straps that would allow Kurai to carry it on his back would flop abrasively against the carpet placed in the center of the room. The golden eyes of the young genin would meet with the vicious brown eyes of the man, his bright, golden rings shimmering in contrast to the stare. With a flick of his wrist he would beckon the boy to leave. A number of the massive men would begin to crowd around Kurai, leaving him with only one route: the exit. A snide glare would meet most of the bodyguards as Kurai would take the teflon straps within his grip, and throw it over his shoulder. His hands would push into his pockets after placing his other arm through the other opening. The box was heavy, but nothing impossible. After all, the contents were chips, nothing that would be too difficult in the first place. Making his way towards the exit, he would notice that the guards who had let him in had gone missing, though considering that no one else mentioned anything, it had to be some sort of routine exchange or shift change. If they didn't notice it, then he wouldn't either.

"I got it from here boys." He would say sarcastically to his escorts, looking them both into their eyes, hidden by dark glass.

A dim smile would cover his face as he would make his way through the main hallway towards the entrance of the factory, pushing the door open, he would not take notice to the missing receptionist who had greeted him on his way in. Instead, he would wait for the light of the sun to cover his face, his eyes squinting with the attempted intrusion of the sun.

they leave me breathless

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the scars of your love

ogonkurai
It would take a mere second for Kurai to realize what had just happened. His eyes would widen as the swift, rough grasp of muscle would wrap itself around his neck. The arm would thrust itself into his throat, instantly lifting him into the air. His feet would lift from the dirt road that would eventually lead him back to his village. He was unsure who it was that was taking a hold of him. Regardless, they had to be significantly large to be able to put him in this sort of hold while the massive wooden box would hang from his back. His massive golden eyes would begin to roll back as his fingers would grasp onto the musclebound arm that would continue to choke him.

"Enough! We don't want to kill him! Just get the chips and lets go!" The sound of a familiar voice would echo before his body would fall to the earth.

His knees would hit the ground, leaving him in a slump of breathlessness. Instantly the same muscular body would rip his arms through the holes of the teflon, relieving him of the weight of the supply box. As his palms would extend, prevent his face from hitting the dirt, he would choke up a breath. The sounds of rapid footsteps would give him a clue as to where it was that his enemy had begun their escape. It was these two that had caused the guards to go missing. It had to be. They were thieves, and considering that Kurai had heard the voice before would only suggest that these two were inhabitants of the village. His eyes would squint as he would slowly gather himself together. A sigh would thrust through his lips and throat, acting as a rejuvenation tool. However, considering that this was his first mission above D rank, he couldn't let this opportunity slip between his fingers. If he could not keep an eye on a simple box of chips, how could he ever become a real Hikyaku-nin? The dust of the road would begin to fly as his eyes would begin to orient themselves to the sun. His eyes would open fully to see the back of two people.

Both would appear to wear outdated ninja gear. Their general attire would not give away what village they would come from, which would only be accompanied by a lack of hachigane. It would be the lead who would have possession of the massive brown box that would hold the contents. The rear appeared to be a massive man with incredibly long appendages. While they both had swords in their hands, they did not appear to be real, in fact, they appeared to be the type of plastic toy swords given to babies. Of course, this did not prevent them from being able to foil a Genin of Kumogakure.

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ogonkurai
They would not stay on the road for long. With their faces hidden from his current angle, Kurai would have no choice but to follow them into the mountainous area that would lead off of the road leading to the village. While they would veer from the road, it was clear that their direction would not be sacrificed. Kurai would grimace as he would leap onto one of the boulders, following the two ninja who had thwarted him in the first place. It was clear that they did not intend to kill him, or do him any major harm. Their goal was clear: get the chips and go. However, that was a goal that the young Ogon could not allow. Ha similar mission. However, what would differ would be the way that he would go about it. If they put up a fight, then they would pay the consequences.

"Stop!" He would shout out towards them, his body soaring through the air as he would join them in the boulder-by-boulder transportation that was so popular among ninjas.

Having left his shuriken in the village, the only weapon with him were his small arsenal of jutsu and a simple ninjato. Of course, considering that his enemies were outfitted with even less than that, he had a small advantage. Only one of them would turn. Not only turning, the massive man, whose entire face was hidden by what appeared to be a fair mask would stop on one of the boulders. As he would turn to face Kurai, his clenched fist made it clear that he did not want pursuers. This would lead his partner to follow suit. The much more normal looking shinobi would stop on a boulder further ahead, swiftly turning around and taking his hand around the handle of his fake sword.

"We don't have time to deal with him!" The shinobi would shout to their massive partner.

"If we crush him now, we won't have to worry about him following us later! Let's make sure he doesn't talk!" He would say with a clear disdain towards Kurai, thrusting his fake sword from the boulder as he would slam his fist into his opposite palm.

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the scars of your love

ogonkurai
"... Mistake." Kurai would whisper to himself as his hands would instantly meet.

He would land a boulder away from the giant, who's incredibly long limbs would loom over Kurai, creating a shadow similar to that of a hawk... the natural predator near the village. He had seen this physique before. While it wasn't clicking right now, he was sure that this man was from the village. Whether he was a shinobi or not however was still unsure. What was sure however, was that he was going to have to fight him. As Kurai would make his seals, his opponent would close ground. He was brash, and he was angry. It would be that emotion that would lead him to make his first mistake. As he made the leap towards Kurai's boulder, the small spark surging through Kurai's fingers would set off a small hint for the oblivious attacker. His massive palm would thrust towards Kurai's torso. However, the extra time it would take to leap would leave the Yamanaka an instant to match his speed. His fist, circulating with lightning would thrust against the ground as his thin, dexterous frame would flatten against the sun exposed rock. However, as his enemy's mistake would leave him open, the only answer would be the technique awaiting it's use. The open palm of the Genin would thrust itself towards the sky as the massive athletic body would fling through the air. The palm would meet with the chin of the massive man.

In an instant a flash of surges would curdle through the skull of the shinobi. His body would continue to fly through the air, though it was clear that his consciousness had left as soon as his body would hit the large stone boulder positioned directly behind Kurai. His body would lay lifelessly against the two boulders, giving him the appearance of death. Though his true state was unclear, Kurai would use this to his advantage. His massive golden glare would meet with the hidden eyes of the second shinobi, who would slowly take a step backwards. It had made an impression.

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the scars of your love

ogonkurai
"He may be an idiot, but I'm certainly not going to go down as easy." The female voice of the shinobi would relay to him.

While the ninja did not appear to be womanly, the voice would lead to suggest something much more confusing. It did not help that the fair mask would hide their facial features completely. However, that didn't matter now. What mattered was the congregation of hand seals that would begin to form at her chest. He would need to act fast. While she would finish the seals necessary, the consequential jutsu would arise. In her palm, what appeared to be a physical lightning bolt would arise. However, as she would cock it back, her arm aimed directly at Kurai's chest, she would compose her accuracy. However, as he would finish his hand seals would appear to be almost too late. The javelin would soar through the air with an unimaginable speed, and as Kurai would stare at the bright white light, he could only pray that his jutsu had worked. Within a flash the light would divert, sending the lightning bolt directly into her downed partner's back. His body would immediately be sent into a flurry of constant electric shocks that would make her realize the error of her mistakes.

"Impossible!" She would shout in disdain, staring at the light that would surround her partner.

However, as she would stare, it would only allow Kurai the perfect opportunity to get where he needed to be. Within an instant the slick, sharp blade of his ninja-to would cut across the thick teflon straps of the box, the weight of the box quickly alleviating from her shoulders. Snapping out of it, she would notice Kurai standing directly to her left, his right hand having made the cut, while his left hand would take hold of the package. Her head would jerk to face him completely, only to have the tip of the blade aimed directly at her throat. While it was unclear what emotion she was displaying on her face, it wouldn't matter. The massive wooden box would fly through the air, stretching from her blind spot directly into the side of her head, knocking her back, and down onto the same boulder her partner had now been incapacitated in.

"I get that you wanted easy money... but I'm no easy target." He would say, adding insult to their evident injury.

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name; chip delivery
rank; c
description; A famous chip factory in Kaminari no Kuni has had trouble delivering their daily shipments into Kumogakure no Sato. These chips are quite famous amongst our Kumogakure no Sato inhabitants. Clearly because they’re lacking their famous chips they aren’t exactly at the humblest of times. So Kumogakure no Sato has decided to have the shinobi help with the daily chip deliveries so our village will never run out of these famous chips. Just be cautious about returning home with a large amount of those chips. The Kumogakure villagers might get rough.
reward; 50 experience, 1,000 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

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