Last minute mission!!

[~Mifune~]

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Wild Crocodile!
Rank: C
Ninja needed: 1-3
Mission info: A massive crocodile is roaming the countryside. Find it and kill it. Or tame it - the choice is yours!

I'm starting to think it's reeeeally fucked up how the Mizukage sends ninja on fucking animal hunts. I mean really! No assassinations, no epic battle? I honestly have to go out to the country-side (or as I call it, bumpkin-land) and kill a fucking croc!

My foot steps were fast paced and loud. Fuck discretion, I was just trying to get in there, fuck up the croc, and get out. I do not need the thanks of these bumpkin fuckers. As far as I see it, they sent a nuke to kill a ant. I am a SHINOBI, a ninja skilled in stealth and assassination! What use was there in killing a fucking crocodile? Would it's death prevent wars, or free a village from oppression? No? Then why the fuck am i here? Samurai from our "prestigious" Daimyo would have been more than enough to down a fucking crocodile.

The cool mist that oozed from the country side was the only comfort I would have. Drifting memories floated in my head. Memories of me and my uncle, travelling out of the village to train, and camp. My uncle had taught me to hide my presence in this ever-present mist, he coupled that with extensive kunai training, and intensive sprints. Whatever I managed to kill would be my dinner, and whatever I didn't would be my punishment.

I shivered as I remembered the sleepless nights I would have. The constant howling from the large wolves of our land were more than enough to put some fear in the heart of a 9 year old. Not to mention fighting them with a kunai and only a dozen shuriken. The wounds on my leg and back were aching as I remembered.

The slums of Shoutaku could now be seen in the horizon. Lets just get this over with.

[~Mifune~]

Just what i expected of a slum-land. This place was fucking disgusting. Every time I took a step forward there was either a shitload of mud or dog shit. Not to mention the shit that was continuously plopping on the ground from a horse not 10 meters away. Like seriously, it just kept shitting.

My eyes swung through the shacks as I looked for any one of these shit-buckets that could resemble a inn. I was supposed to report to the inn keeper in order to get the last known location of the beast.

Finally, not 30 paces away from me, I noticed a small smudged sign hanging over one of the wooden huts. I guess in there heads that would pass for an inn. As I pushed down the creaky wooden door (breaking it in the process) I shouted out into the small crowd that was hushed around the bar. Had I interrupted a town meeting?

"Listen up bitches, your savior has arrived! I'm Mifune, a ninja from the Mist. Point me to your fucking croc so I can get out of this shit infested town."

I felt as though I was wasting my words on these idiots. To my right, a large bumpkin rose. The minute he opened his mouth to speak, a large fog of disgusting odors ushered forth from his mouth.

"Da' fuck? You come in here talking big shi-"

Ya' know usually I don't like to be rude, but that breathe of his was enough to down a horse. My fist found his stomach, and in a second he was on the ground holding his stomach.

" Now where is that fucking crocodile!?"

One of the bumpkins, who I'm just gonna suspect is there leader, stepped forward from the crowd. A frail worthless old woman who obviously had a hard enough time walking towards me. She did not speak, but as I looked down on her, she began to shake and cry as she handed me a photo. I don't know who it was, but judging by this vivid display of affection, he must have been her family.

Shit, I'm not good at this kind of stuff, seeing this old lady cry was playing on the few heart strings I had left intact. A few members of the crowd behind her stepped forward and wrapped their arms around her, one of them pointed towards the marshland just outside the village.

I held on to the picture of the young boy as I left. Getting revenge for a bunch of bumpkins... man I've gone soft.

[~Mifune~]

Once again my expectations would be met. This marsh smelled more like shit than the village! My gi got dirtier and dirtier the more I swung through the mucky trees of the swamp. More than often I would slip as some of the gunk of the forest had moistened my grip. Every time the motivation behind me killing this damn thing would slip my mind, I would look at the picture of the young bumpkin boy, and a unknown conviction would arise. Fuck, I don't even know why I care... this shit is messing with my head.

I swung to the ground after noticing some weird markings in the slush below. The second I touched the ground I sunk until only my waist and above was exposed. I'm definitely gonna wash after this. As I sloshed closer to the prints I noticed their claw like marking s. This was either crocodile markings, or a big ass gecko... imma' just assume its a crocodile.

I followed the tracks for what felt like a good mile. Although my perception of distance may have been hindered by the constant struggle of moving through this muck. My efforts were rewarded however as I discovered the tracks of my target getting deeper and deeper, meaning they were a lot fresher. Time to take to the trees again.The minute my foot hit bark, the tree beneath me had been swatted away.

Well fuck me.. the croc ended up coming out.

Jaws and teeth would be the only ground I would see as I was flipped upside down. Now... is it just me, or am I falling towards this croc reeeeally fast. Oh shit ....wait... it jumped!?

I couldn't swing my body fast enough to avoid a few of the croc's fangs. A deep cut was on my shoulder by the time I landed on the side of a nearby tree. This son of a bitch managed to knick me. Well more like cut open a chunk of my shoulder. The pain wasn't bad, or at least I am used to worse.

The croc reeled around to me once again, no doubt preparing another attack. The minute it lunged I had just managed to finish a set of hand seals (7). As I spun my head left and right, two long blades of wind would whoosh from my mouth¹ and cut the gigantic crocodiles tail and left hind leg off. The beast reared up and roared in pain, swing its head in the air and bashing into broken trees. Jeez, this thing was a bitch, getting all upset over those little cuts. What I had in store for this son of a bitch was nothing compared to this little pain.

My leap from the tree was too fast for the pitiful brain of the beast to fully comprehend, The minute I landed on its nose, its life was already coming to a close.

I waisted no time drawing my blade and stabbing it into the eye of the huge reptile. It reared up into the air again, tossing me lightly into the sky. As I came down, my ninjato would find its brain. The poor beat wailed no more, its body just slumped into the muck below. I said nothing as I ripped off a piece of my scarf to cover the wound it had inflicted me with, I didn't wanna chance it getting infected.

The bumpkins back at the village stared as I limped in pain back to their disgusting little huts, dragging a large piece of crocodile tail behind me. I threw it at the feet of the old lady I had seen crying before. No words were said as I gave her back the picture from before.

It took two days to get back to the village gates with my wound Upon my return, I walked to the village hospital, and passed out at the entrance.

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Shinkuuha (Vacuum Wave)
Rank: A
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Offensive
Handseals: 7
Chakra Consumption: High
Shinkuuha is a Ninjutsu technique that utilizes the Wind Element. After performing the necessary handseals, the user inhales air and then rotates their body quickly, expelling up to two arcs of cutting wind. These arcs are as long as the rotation movement was and are capable of slicing through wood and stone, but not harder materials.

[Exar Kun]

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