//The Search//

[†.Shinku.†]

Shower;

The wind rustled through the trees. As with a leap outward Shin appeared. Dispersing forth out of the tree he would make way through a large meadow. His feet clasped against the ground as he would walk quickly throughout the meadow. Thinking somewhat Shin would get a numerous amount of ideas on where the bandits could be.

Well, they could be at Willow's tavern. That place is known to have alot of ruffians around it. Ethier that or they could be placed around the market area of the cities capital. That or they lie within the outskirts in some abandon hideout somewhere. The light reflected upon Shinku's headband. As the light would swing forth unto his face Shin would begin to think more.

Well, its mid day. Nightfall isn't arising for awhile... So market area wouldn't be in the menu. Possibly the Tavern or the outskirts. The young shinobi swinged forth. As his obsidan chains would shake with his wazakashi that laid upon the back of his waist. Soon taking a few more steps in the meadow. The boy would confront an enormous amount of forest infront of him.

Shifting his legs on the ground. He would shift out his muscles and leap forth into the tree. Steping on the branch of the tree, the young boy would feel that home never felt so sweet. As with each braking step along the branch he would push forth. Onward still towards Grass cities capital.

{Move to Capital, After Sen posts}

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He'd just continue Shinku until they came somewhere interesting. The boy stopped to think and Raisu watched him carefully. The wind would gracefully caress the boy's head and he was annoyed that he couldn't kill anyone yet. He would wait for a while until he could taste blood again. -sigh- "It's just about time I get to kill..."

[Tenkai]

Moved.

[†.Shinku.†]

Willows Tavern;

A light breeze faded along the grass. For with a shift in motion, the young shinobi would come to a halt. Leaping foward, he would jump past a bush. Then with a slide stop, he would move his head to look above him. Tilting foward Shin would blink, then opening his eyes to a piercing cat type look. He would observe something that stood infront of him. For with a brief reading it would be explained boldly. Willows Tavern

Moving his eyes to the corners that stood, he would look behind him. Glancing back to see his brother right on his trail, he would grin. As with the grin the shinobi would shift arms towards the door. Opening it with a tug foward, he would push it wide open. Looking in, a dark foul scent and flooded the air within. For with only a smirk behind his grin, the Kusa shinobi would step into the lion's den.

Changing his facial expression to a deep timid look. He would walk in, to see many different kind of people roaming the place. As with only a look of caution the shinobi would walk in unafraid of death. Blade against the back of his wait, pouch settled onto his back hip. Headband on his head shining forth with a glimmer. He would walk, and continue walking until he would make his way to the middle of the tavern.

Soon arising his raven like hair would flicker. For with only a stare through the tavern, he would attempt on locating any shadow like figures. And then after hope, someone would approach him. In question of what his presence at such a place was for. The young shinobi would hide a mask of happiness across his face. Holding it tightly he would await for anyone... For with no presence within that moment, he would attempt on picking up informatioin from the tavern people.

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Interrogation...

Raisu was following Shinku very closely. He was wondering why he was moving so sneakily. It was just a tavern. His body looked so tense and he saw him with a dark, evil grin on his face. Raisu was just following the boy without any regards. He knew that they were on a mission but he just wanted him to chill out a bit. He would then take a quick look around and to his amaze, his eyes seemed to see slightly clearer.

Raisu was wondering what was going on but his father had told them both a story long ago. It was about his clan and its destruction. Raisu skimmed through his memory banks, trying to remember the clans powerful and infamous power. Then he got it. It was called the 'Sharingan'. He and his brother were Uchiha. He felt that they both were getting close to learn how to use the special power. He would then go and check on his brother. They were brothers very well, but they barely talked to each other. Don't know how that happens but they are always less talkative.

The only time Raisu would like to talk is when he in the midst of battle. He just loves to remind himself of how to kill his opponent. Unfortunately, when they would get to the bandits Raisu would tear them apart...Literally. His angst for battle may either save his life one day or shorten it. Raisu would walk into the musty Tavern and he just accepted it. It seems as if this is how it always smells. He knew if he even showed any emotion he would die. He used that concept for battle and normal life situations.

Raisu just continued following his brother. He would be the leader for this mission. That would make him be the first to be attacked as he swiftly killed whatever does so. He knew he was evil to others but he didn't even give a damn. His dark soul would shred anything to pieces. Even those that are stronger than him he would overcome. He then thought about an organization that he would make later on. Just six people. No more..Their job...Kill for money. Their spare time kill anything that moves. In their sleep kill their dreams. It was horrible, but if Raisu's mother didn't die he would be the evil kid he'd be today.

Now, Raisu jumped out of his train of thought and slowly drew his blade. He felt something strange in here and he was getting happy. His face that was clear of all emotions just moments ago had grew a slight grin. His death face was on. He didn't know what it was but he was so ready to kill. He thought that no one would escape his evil grasp. Everyone in the tavern was a target in his eyes. They were all like little lambs to him. What would happen to lambs? They would go straight to the slaughter house just like these people would go straight to Hell!

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[†.Shinku.†]

Name: The Victim Craftsman
Rank: C
IIC Length: 2 days.
Difficulty: Modetate
Description: A craftsman making a delivery to the grass city capitol was ambushed by a group of bandits. The artisan escaped with his life and most of his goods…with the exception of a decorative spear he was to deliver to a feudal lord in the city. The bandits are local and well known ruffians known to hand out outside the village. The craftsman posing this request mainly wishes for revenge to be exacted against the crooks but would like the spear delivered to him in the Grass capital.
Objective: Kill/teach the bandits a lesson. Return with the village with the spear or deliver it to the craftsman in the capitol.
Reward: 1500

Observation;

The taverns hollow stank aura, filled the room with a sensation that tingled the air. For with a few more steps towards the bar table, the young shinobi blinked a few times. Thinking in his head of the blood thirst that lurked deep through. However, unlike his brother Shin had more control of his killing sensation. Touching it, then sensually having his way. Till all fun was over, was his kind of quench to the the thirst that led in him.

As with a swift tilt unto a bar table. The young shinobi's eyes would disperse through the tavern. For suddenly a quiet loomed across the entire tavern, for with a man slowly speaking at the back of the bar table. The boy would listen quiet easily, unfazed by the hunting words. "Boy, what are you doing in such a place." Shinku with a grin now across his lips, would slowly nod his head.

Then with a chuckle he would raise his right hand across the bar table. Quickly slamming it down, he would get everyone within the bars attention. Alerting off a thick scent that flooded through the air. "I'm looking for a group of bandits, that have a spear of mines! Anyone know, where these so called fools are!?" His words more childish, and yet tough like. Would hide his true intent, for his face covered a mask.

Loudly exclaiming his appearance at the area. He would stare out to the taverns corridors, looking for someone who would speak back. As with a still dust in the air, everyone in the bar would chuckle off a huge laugh. Suddenly interrupting an arising a new cheer in the room. A low, yet rumbled voice would speak out.

"What If I do know of these bandits? What would you do?! Huh, you pitful, scum of a boy?"

As with a quiet silence filling his breath. Shinku would slowly inhale and exhale. For with a slight smirk, he would await his brother to speak out. For the boy knew greatly that his brother liked to get sparked up, even at the coldest of moment. He would always bring in the heat, to fuel up a commotion.

Standing tall, he awaited his plan brimming in his mind. To spark up....

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Confrontation...

Raisu was tanding there slowly drawing out his wakazachi. He was very ready to kill. His brother would slam his hands against a table and Raisu's blood would start pumping faster and faster. His breathing was getting faster and deeper. His true self coming out at any second. He just wanted blood on his blade. It was all the way out now. Everyone in the tavern would see it and he was finally ready to kill.

The first man that talked out to his brother may die. He wouldn't kill him because he had information...he sounded a bit unsure. Just as the manwould finish his last word, Raisu would Afterimage right behind him and hold his wakazachi right in front of his throat. He would try to cut his neck slightly so he would bleed but he would still be able to talk clearly. "I believe he asked you a question mister...Answer him. It'll be...in your best interest." He talked in a low voice just so the man would hear him. He would hold him there until he decided to talk if he didn't. Raisu would have no choice but to kill him. After all, he was an impatient person.[/font]

[†.Shinku.†]

The sweet sound of motion carried. As for his brother, Shin would assume to then see him standing behind the man with information. This caused the people in the room to widen as other people sat up in movement noted to the sudden action of Sen. Quickly the man who had a sword to his neck would talk harshly gasping for breath. "Well, I don't.... know. I heard these bandits that stole it headed out of the country by now. Nothing else but a rumor, but those bandits are probably long gone."

His voice carried to the last note, for with his last whisper to Shin. His body would feel like a jelly fish, as motion was now impaired to the man. Quickly Shinku ending at his handsign, would gaze to his brother a look of death. For in that mans voice of nothingness, everyone would die.
Quickly the utter claps of handseals would spread forth from Shinku. As with a jump up into the air, he would inhale in air of death. And then after spew gas of fire.....

(Great Fireball technique B Rank)

This fire began to engage within the wooden boards of the tavern. An once hitting the soft floors, collide into a quick burst that would set almost the whole tavern into a blaze of glorious fire. Causing death or large burns to most, Shinku had nothing more to do with the people after this unjust remark. For with his shunshin leaping him out of the tavern.

He would move swiftly back to his training area....

For this, wasn't the time for a mission. It was time to train, and getting into some more training before attempting another mission thirsted in the shinobi's mind. As hopefully his brother would follow behind....

~Exit (Yeah, this mission was a waste. The deadline is up, so were out. K)

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A swift leave...

Raisu had the man held for a while before Shinku would respond. He had to listen to the man that had death by his doorstep. The man blabbered out everything that he knew and it gave Raisu no comfort. He would now be able to kill again. Unfortunately, his brother had already caugh the man within a genjutsu. He felt seriously wiggly and Raisu backed off. His brother looked at him and already he knew what he was going to do.

The young shinobi moved out of his way as his brother unleashed hell upon all that were in the tavern. It was funny to him but then he remember that he didn't recieve his daily dose of blood. The doctors always at least once a day to get once ounce of blood on his sword. What would happen to him? Would he turn good...? Hell no. He'd be the same evil bastard that everyone came to know and hate.

His own body felt like it was burning after his brother threw out a fireball the size of the tavern. But instead of staying to burn with everyone else he would then go ahead and shunshin out of there just right after his brother. He reappeared outside and he was laughing maniacally. He knew that if he found the bandits they would feel much worse. Unfortunately, they got away and all he had left to do was continue with his training. Hopefully, his brother would do the same.

[exit]