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Name: Back At It Again
Rank: D
IIC Length: ----
Difficulty: ?
Description: Those got-damn Sujiouki brats! This is a personal request from Kenji to have the ones skipping school to be returned to the Academy. From there, the Wicked Red Witch will take care of them personally... fufufu.
Objective: Detain and return to the Mist Academy the students who are truant. Typically found in the eastern district disguised as Genin.
Reward: 19,250 Ryo


Name: Out With the Old
Rank: D
IIC Length: ----
Difficulty: N/A
Description: So there seems to be a problem with the students of the Sujiouki going around the village and marking up the place with their graffiti. It wouldn't be so bad a problem if it wasn't such a horrible paint job...
Objective: Using a SUITON related technique, clear away the paint & graffiti around Kirigakure.
Reward: 19,250 Ryo

Those goddamn brats! How dare these little imbeciles skip the academy that would teach them how to kill their classmates! Shango was already in an outrage, on the outskirts of the village, only a few miles from the gates of the Egress. It was mid-day, and the mist surrounding the village was cold and touched with frost. She shook her head as she observed a trio of youth who were quite obviously playing hooky.

They seemed to be doing little more than having a loud, obnoxious conversation. Something strange about paint and making a mark on the world. Shango rolled her eyes, then actually rolled her eyeballs around in the sockets, overlooking them. She was on a rooftop from where she could see almost the entire village stretch out before her. Where the students sat, smears of paint seemed to have been intentionally arranged to roughly spell out bizarre words and phrases. "Genin4lyfe". "Kota was here". "HYOBE". They meant nothing to her, but she had to assume these delinquents were the source of the defacing.

At the moment, they were completely unaware of her presence. She clung to the shadow of the rooftop and continued observing, slowing reaching into her pack to remove a boomerang. Before long, the kids began passing out some unknown item, and it took some time before she could see what they were. Cigarettes. The kids were smoking and laughing now, having each taken one, lighting them with fire jutsu they performed at below novice level. Shango's hand rose, grip tightened, she stared at the three and adjusted her wrist to settle on an angle of attack, before letting the boomerang fly!

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The boomerang's aim was true, and it arced through the sky, downwards. The students didn't even see it coming, wannabe-ninja that they were, and ended up being caught completely off guard. With the sound of something cutting the air, the boomerang intercept each the student's lit cigarettes, breaking them near the filter so as to make them useless. The students reacted with disbelief and a frantic searching of their area. The boomerang had appeared and disappeared from their sight so fast that it was back in Shango's hand before any of them thought to look up.

"What the--" Stunned sounds indicating a lack of preparation. The Academy really was failing these little juvenile problem-cases. Shango thought back fondly to her own time in the Academy, to the simple graduation ceremony that let her kill all of her classmates. She frowned then, realizing that she could not simply kill these truant children.

She would leap down from the rooftop and land in between the three students before they had a chance to run away. They looked at her incredulously, unimpressed. She was barely any older than they were, and shorter than them all. There were two females and a male, and the male's hand immediately reached for a hand-axe he carried at his side while the females simply backed away from Shango. "If you wanted to smoke..." The axe-carrying boy started. "..should have said so!"

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He punctuated the phrase by swinging at Shango's head with the axe. Its edge seemed to leak a bit of fire and smoke as it flew towards her, partially igniting the air. The blow was aimed for her chest, and Shango simply adjusted her size to be short enough to duck beneath it without being hurt. She then readjusted, until she was approximately eight feet tall, and stared down those around her. Her presence was quite intimidating. The students teeth began to chatter as they looked up, and then all at once, a loud clap rang through the area.

None of the students had seen it coming. Shango had hit each of them in the back of the head, using a soul shunt to aid in the high speed movement. They couldn't even follow her movements or defend. They slumped over, one after the other, falling to the ground in what seemed like lifeless heaps. Though Shango had not actually killed them, only sought to place enough pressure to make them more manageable.

With a sigh she would squat down and inspect the students. Typical shinobi gear. Weapons and random apparel items, nothing of too much interest, no evidence of anything being stolen. But after a few moments, and opened pack revealed a startling surprise. Paint. Spraypaint and acrylic and oil based and paint markers and twenty other types of drawing implement she had never seen before. Weird!

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What the hell were these brats up to anyway? She looked off into the distance and saw more of the strange paint artwork littering the nearby area. It almost seemed to form a trail, leading away from the academy. The groupings of graffiti grew more and more densely packed and elaborate the further away from the academy that it was placed. She gripped all three students in a hand more massive than their combined bulk as her body shrank to provide the extra flesh.

With a huff of effort, she leapt back to the rooftop, and gazed towards the Academy in the distance. She would take off, passing bits of odd paint and smeared words all along the way. Though she was not well versed in the Water Release, and had been instructed to use one of its techniques as training for getting rid of the graffiti, she was still capable of fulfilling her task. Luckily, she lived in the Hidden Mist. Even though she could not produce a massive amount of water, it hung in the air everywhere around her.

She would call out to her command of the water release itself, unconcerned about any particular jutsu. As her chakra built, the mists that followed in her wake were stirred into frenzy. The little drops of water would coalesce into something more substantial, something thick as foam and heady like the top of a cheep beer. Her hands did not dance through handseals, only floated lazily across the walls she passed as if she were merely touching them. The water she gathered follow, using the violence of its frothing to clear away gobs of paint.

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It was a laborious and annoying task that contorted Shango's face as she neared the academy. In one hand, her simple command of the water release dragged the mist across ruined walls. In the other, the three students were cradled, still asleep despite being jostled. Her travel took her in a zig=zag pattern that seemed focus around shops were paint supplies could be purchased. Little scamps!

Couldn't even take missions and they were already wasting money on art. Each smear that she cleared away, she imagined was a knife plunging into the heart of one of the students. The imagery made her laugh loudly, rousing one of the females from her slumber. A quick tap with an enlarged finger to the back of the head knocked her out again. Shango climbed over construction sites and abandoned buildings as she swooped through the ghetto.

She avoided the sight of others only out of habit. Occasionally, she would have to use outside sources of water, silo's and purification centers and reservoirs, adding pound after pound of liquid pressure. She scrubbed as many of the walls clean as she could without deterring her too much from her destination. She imagined all the terrible things that the 'Red Witch' would do to the children once they were delivered, and smiled. She felt like this was hardly a mission for a shinobi, and voiced her complaints to the tagged names of those students who'd left their training to pursue creativity and freedom.

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The graffiti was not all eradicated, of course, as that would have taken days of effort, but she felt like her small contribution at least helped things look less drab. The gray mist surrounding them could easily dampen the spirit. Bright and colorful paintings, cartoon characters, angsty ninja caricatures that showed imaginary fights. These things couldn't possibly be so bad on their own. When she finally reached the academy, she collapsed with fatigue. She dumped the children onto the academy grounds, and extended her free hand to knock on the door.

The students had already begun to wake up now, and as their vision focused they saw the massive doors of the school open, and a red haired woman walk out. She cackled with glee at the sight of the students. "Niro, Tatsuya, Guren." She called out each of the student's in turn, making a waving gesture towards Shango. "Thank you very much for your continued assistance of Kirigakure No Sato." It was what she said to everyone upon completing this mission.

Shango stuck her tongue out and clicked her teeth with savagery as the students were herded through the doors. The Red Witch seemed all too happy, but the children's faces were miserable. They looked back at Shango only once, as the taller girl, Guren, gave her a look of pure hatred. "Traitor." She had mouthed the words without saying them loud enough to be heard, but Shango understood the implication. She could do nothing else but sigh and wave back. She left a written note of the locations where she'd discovered their graffiti, and of the times when she had found them lurking about and smoking. This proved their truancy, and would allow the academy to punish them accordingly for defacing village property. As the academy doors closed behind the group, Shango would wave again, at no one. A bit of chakra clung to her feet as she dashed off. Onto the next adventure!