Lady Emiko's Misadventures [M]

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BROTHERS IN ARMS
Rank: C
Description: It’s said that within small unrestored area of Kusagakure where empty buildings stand decrepit, there’s a gang of men who have been told to be smuggling illegal goods within the village. Having a slightly louder bark than they do a bite, the gang itself is compromised of two people- brothers. They’ve been given warnings before but they’ve chosen to continue and the village has decided to incarcerate them- however, first, they need to be captured. They’ve asked for capable shinobi to enter their hideout and ask them to hand themselves in.. or, if they show resistance against capture, it’s required of shinobi to use physical force to prevent them from escaping. Justice shall be claimed! After capture, police of the village will step in and take them away.
Objective: Capture the two brothers through peaceful or non-peaceful means, and return them to the ANBU for further punishment.
PAY: 1,000 Ryo and 200 EXP.

Although Emiko generally has a distaste for violence, she possesses a full understanding that sometimes it is necessary to take volatile intiative to fulfill one's goals. Emiko's objective today in particular, ran the risk of escalating into a mediocre altercation. Tasked to capture two criminals, although somewhat harmless in the grand scheme of things, it would do her good to keep her wits about her. The sabled kunoichi pondered these notions as she hastily approach the virtually defenseless fortification where her two targets resided.

A musky stench filled the air, the result of the decaying wood of the compound expelling into the air. Her senses seemed to be in full swing as the sun shown brightly into her eyes, while simaltaneously, the cool breeze caressed her soft pale skin. Before Emiko would further advance, she went through the effort of tieing her long raven hair into a bun, so that it wouldn't cloud her vision in case things got messy. Following this, she proceeded to bring about a cold steel craft, a kunai, which would serve as a safegaurd if things went sour.

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Preparations set, now there was little left to do other than complete this mission. Spotting a broken window, laced with cobwebs from a bygone age, Emiko quickly jumped towards it, landing precariously on the windowsill. Brushing aside the cobwebs would leave her fumbling around with them for a second, attempting to uncling the cursed things from her clothing. After removing the lot of it, Emiko peered into the dark space infront of her, squinting and struggling to see detail in what seemed an empty, barren warehouse.

It seemed her ocular prowess would come in handy. A simple blink of the eye was all it took to turn her brilliant blue lenses blood red. Three tomoe revealed themselves, the pinnacle of ocular jutsu. With her Sharingan came a new depth of perception. The lack of light within the warehouse now appeared to be an overabundance, and the smallest details, such as the sharp movements of a miniscule rat were showed to Emiko in their entirety.

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A score of seconds passed before the kunoichi would reach a breakthrough. Overcome with glee as she spyed upon to hunched men, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, she would find herself descending from the window into the warehouse. Her light composure and womanly grace would make her landing an emulation of a feather floating to the ground. A careful, silent approach ensued thereon towards the two men by Emiko.

Making sure a reasonable distance was between her and the two males, Emiko took a deep breath before mustering up confidence for a few simple words.

"Wake up."

Her soft voice reflected the gentle smile which stretched across her face. If it hadn't been dead silent within the warehouse, then Emiko may have never been heard. Luckily, she was audible enough to startle the two lads, causing them stumble clumsily for a second before rising to their feet.

"Who the hell are you?"

The foreward most man would pose this question to Emiko.

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Both men seemed to be captivated by Emiko's crimson gaze. It was odd, whenever she activated her Sharingan, her normally kind and welcoming and visage was overwhelmed by a cold and calculating demeanor. It striked fear into the hearts of seasoned shinobi and petty criminals alike. Facing her in this state wasn't pleasent.

Taking note of their bewilderment, Emiko began weaving a feint set of handseals, ending crisply in a tiger seal which she would hold. Her plan now in action, the kunoichi would at last reply to the bald headed brother's foolhardy question.

"I'm a Kusagakure Shinobi sent for your arrest, now, you can either turn yourselves in, or you can alternatively try to fight back, which I don't suggest unless you want this technique unleashed on you."

Her words were stale, tastless, yet had a depth of seriousness and stung the pride of the bald-headed shinobi. He would lash out as Emiko finished her sentence, only to be apprehend by the short, brown haired brother who resided behind the other one.

"Brother no, don't you understand, she's an Uchiha. She'll kill us for sure if we fight her!"

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A moment passed as the two began to converse between themselves. Emiko waited patiently, her hands still holding the tiger seal. A minute passed before the two came to some sort of consensus over their quarrel. The two goofy brothers were obviously making some sort of effort to conceal their speech, however, Emiko's finely tuned ears were able to pick up every last word.

In result, what followed would come to no suprise to Emiko. The two men took stance, side by side. The bald-headed man's resolve was strong as he rushed towards Emiko with the intent to cause harm, while the short-haired man remained paralyzed in fear.

Or so what seemed to be fear. In reality, he was under the influence of Hypnosis, a product of his previous fascination with Emiko's eyes. Unaware of his brother condition, the bald-headed man continued his foolish assualt onto Emiko, throwing a right handed jab towards Emiko's face. Sharingan's powers made the fist of the man move in slow motion, and she was able to succesfully read and counter the relatively simple motion with ease. A roll to the opposite direction, left, by Emiko followed by a swift thrust of the handle of the kunai held in her right hand to the man's solar plexus would end the fight within an instant.

With the bald-headed man hunched over, vomitting nothing but air and spittle, and the brown haired brother paralyzed from the effects of Sharingan, Emiko's job was almost done.

"Now then, would you boy's like to reconsider?"

The bald-headed man, mustered up the strength to raise his head, nodding it in an up and down fashion.