Patrol [Day] [M]

[Crya]

[/b] Village patrol (day time).
Rank: “D” Rank.
IIC Length: 1 day
Difficulty: Easy.
Description: Patrolling around the village during the day! The day patrol includes moving between any shops to watch for thievery as well as moving about various sections of town to ensure that people are not entering in areas where they should not be. Any civil disputes should be handled fairly, as any reports of things being handled unfairly will make their way to the Raikage.
Objective: May be repeated three times.
Ensure safety of village. Patrol as much of the village as possible. Return with status report.
Personnel requirements: 1-2 shinobis of any rank. May be performed in groups if one choose so.
Reward: 10,000 ryo (8,500 for a non-nin).
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//Enter

Ten o’clock in the morning and already the village is alive and busy. People scurried around the buildings, rushing to work, or running errands. It reminded me of ants rushing around inside their nests. The tower stood behind me, casting a large shadow overhead that stretched out along the main street, ending in the distance. People remained oblivious to it and continued about their morning as usual. On my way to the tower, I had noticed what I believed was strange activity happening in the industrial area of the village where a new store was opening.

I did not care what the merchant was selling. I did not care what kind of store it was. But the group of people I did see lingering around there was what intrigued me. As I set off down the street, I reached up and pulled my long crimson hair back into a bun and increased my speed in my stride. My red low-cut shirt hugged my tucked in waist while black leggings clung to my body like a second skin. I chose to create my own clothing this time with my headband being one of the only non-me things I wore on my body. That remained secured around my right upper arm. I also chose not to bring my weapons with me, except for my waist pack which consisted of two knives.

Rounding the first corner heading straight for the industrial section of the village, I decided to take to the roof of a nearby building and moved toward the new store which was four stores from the edge of the street to the left. A large sign hung atop of the building stating in thick block words: ‘Grand Opening, Everything You Need for Building Motor-Vehicles!’ painted upon the white parchment. In the wind, it billowed gently like an upward wave. I could already see the beginnings of a line forming as the crowd drew interest to the store.

My eyes scanned the crowd with disinterest, my expression bored. The chatter bustling below grew louder as eager would-be customers converged and gathered around the entrance. “In five minutes, the doors will open, and everything is half price!” A man shouted from a speakerphone from the roof of the building beside the sign. I frown at the man and leap onto another building across the street, knowing that the commotion below would hide my movements. Nobody will be watching the skies at this time anyway.

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Flesh Fabric [10]
Rank: C-ranked
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: The user can create clothing from their own body.
Special: ---
Drawback: Clothing created from this technique cannot grant additional properties (skin looks like armor, it is not armor). Flesh Fabric turns to dust after a set amount of time.
Description: With great control over the user's skin cells, the user can command their flesh to appear like cloth and fabric. The user commands the body to produce a layer a skin that is sloughed off from the body. This layer of skin is shaped and altered to the users desires before being removed from the body. The skin cells can mimic the texture, color, and patterns of any fabric, cloth, or armor the user has encountered before. This grants the user access of clothing made from their own body, made to look like anything they want. Unlike clothing created from a transformation technique, this fabric does not disappear when the user is harmed. It takes 1 post for the user to create a single set of clothing from their skin. This clothing lasts 4 hours, before turning to dust. For every rank the user is above "D-Class", they may extend this duration for 2 additional hour per rank.
Limit: Kedōin Blood Line. Must know "Warped Visage: Growth of Skin"

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[Crya]

I find a comfortable spot more or less opposite the store which gave me a wide range of the area. The large clock by the tower struck the five-minute deadline that the men had declared earlier, and the large double doors opened. People scurried in through the doors like sheep for the slaughter. The thought made me smile. So, the clock itself stated 10:05 am. It was rather late for a store to open, but the owner must have their reasons. I truly didn’t care.

While the time continued to tick by, I continued to watch the store and the surrounding area. Truth be told, I was impressed by the number of people attracted to the store. The clerk was making a successful grand-opening sale and customers were entering and leaving usually with an item purchased in the shop. All was well thus far. However, by noon I was contemplating whether there truly wasn’t any suspicious activity occurring when I noticed a group of darkly dressed men approach the store.

I count seven of them, all clad in blacks and greys, four of them whose faces I was unable to see. Each male had a bag strapped to their back and were moving at a reasonable pace. I frown as they each enter the store one by one. “Hello gentlemen, how are you all this glorious morning?!” The shop owner politely, yet gleefully greeted. Neither of the men responded, one nodded once and the pen dispersed throughout the store. The owner merely ignored the rudeness and continued: “Let me know if there is anything you need help with, or if there is anything I can do for you to make your shopping here easier.”

[Crya]

My eyes continued to study the group inside the door, through the large window. The window itself gave me a good look into the store so I was able to identify the layout. The layout itself was simple. There were four large isles containing equipment lining parallel to the door, the desk where for purchases was situated to the far left in the corner of the store. Two large double doors took up the back of the store, suggesting where the merchandise was kept. Cabinets and other shelves lined the parameter of the building while various markings and directions littered the floors and walls to help point directions for customers.

I noticed five of the seven men were lingering around the centre of the store, searching the isles, and paying no particular attention to the contents of those isles. The remaining two men lingered around the desk and back doors. I move forward and drop down the side of the building I was standing on and move further out into the street, nearing the store entrance. However, just as I reach the five-meter mark, I spot the man nearest the double doors giving off a string of hand seals before what looked like a tornado formed within the middle of the store.

Equipment and merchandise suddenly begin flying around the building, slamming into isles, and hitting the walls. The window at the entrance to the store remained untouched. I could hear the store owner crying out: “What are you doing?!” He attempted to run toward the jutsu castor only to be lifted from the floor and thrown back to the desk. When he landed on the floor, the desk turned onto its side and caged him against the wall. Screams suddenly erupted from within the store.

[Crya]

I decide to enter through the back entrance, nearest to where the castor was. If I were to subdue him, the chaos would at least stop. Or at least I hoped. The double doors were bucking against the current of the wind which suggested that they were unlocked. This was good so I was able to slip inside easily. However, to my misfortune one of the doors ripped off when I tugged on it, throwing me backwards and into the neighbouring store.

As I fall against the wall of the neighbouring store, I slide down into a crouch and rub my lower back from where it connected with the building. Already I can feel the anger rising within me as I now move toward the commotion, drawing out one of my knives as I did so. Neither of the men had spotted my arrival, they were busy gathering up equipment scattered around the building. The jutsu castor seemed oblivious to my whereabouts and continued using his jutsu to move objects to a more accessible position for his cronies.

If I were to attack the castor head-on from my current position, the effects of his jutsu would throw me back outside the building. If I threw the knife, the likelihood of it reaching its target would be slim. Maybe my strategy wasn’t as foolproof as I had originally thought. But what was I supposed to do? I move further into the store, sticking close to the walls, using the shelves for support and to keep myself from being blown away.

I notice the store owner has spotted me from behind the desk and thankfully says nothing, yet his expression speaks volumes. He wants me to deal with the group of men, which is exactly what I plan on doing. But how? This was my first mission since graduating from the academy, and already I feel as if I am in way over my head. However, as I round a corner to the furthest aisle, I notice one of the men approximately 2.5 meters away from me. A new plan suddenly bloomed in my mind. Kill them all off one by one.

[Crya]

This area of the aisle wasn’t overly affected by the man’s justu which gave me the chance to get closer to his goon without too much difficulty. I manage to stab the man in the back of the throat before he noticed my approach. His body falls to the floor as I step to the side and head further into the isle, deeper into the store. That leaves five men and the castor.

As I venture further into the aisle, I noticed the kitchen supplies sitting on the shelf to my left. An assortment of cooking instruments plus kitchen knives were packaged and untouched by the jutsu. A few plates and chopping boards littered the area as well. I select the plates and rip open a packet of kitchen knives and move toward the edge of the aisle with the items on hand.

Another two men were situated down the middle of the next aisle, exchanging items to lessen their already loaded backpacks. I use this exchange as a quick opportunity to approach the men and throw the plates like frisbees towards them. Startled by my approach, they raise their hands to block the plates only to receive the blades of the knives that I had opened from the pack earlier. Four knives are emptied into their chests as they too, fall to the floor. “Three down, two to go..” I mutter, moving toward where the fifth guy was.

“Stop what you’re doing!” A loud, authoritative voice suddenly echoes through the store. I stop dead and turn in the direction of that voice. The tornado inside the store had stopped and all was still. The castor had spotted me and has now alerted his only ally left. But where was he?

[Crya]

“Did you seriously think that you could get by without being noticed?” The castor said, smirking. I stare at him and tighten my grip on the knife I held in my right hand. After a few seconds of silence, I suddenly start laughing. What an absolute moron. “What’s funny?” He then asked, a somewhat bewildered look on his face. “I was unnoticed by four of your fuckwit friends and now there are only two of you left,” I explain cheerfully. “So that tells me that I had done a pretty good job.” I let my shoulders shrug as I move my posture into a defensive one.

The man seemed highly insulted by my words and spat out a few curses before weaving through another series of handseals. I am about to throw my knife at him when I suddenly feel a blade against my back. “Go ahead.” Another voice says warmly. “Throw it, let’s see how quick your reflexes are before I shove this blade into your back.” His breath was warm against my neck, it even smelled nice too considering what an asshole he was. I thought better against his threat and drop the knife.

“Good girl, I had a feeling you were smart.” He murmured in my ear and grabbed my hair with his free hand. The blade of the knife jabbed into my back, but not deep enough to cut me. My body turns rigid as he forces me to walk toward the castor. “Tie her up with the owner and help me finish this job.” The castor ordered, finishing his handseals and conjuring up another tornado of wind. I take the slight distraction to ram the heel of my boot into my captor’s foot and ram my elbow into the side of his face as he releases my hair.

[Crya]

During the spin around from my elbowing, I draw my remaining knife and thrust it into the man’s abdomen before yanking the blade upward, slicing a jagged hole from his navel to just below his sternum. The man screams and falls backwards to the ground. With the knife still in my hand, I twist my body around sharply, throwing the knife toward the castor without pausing.

As the blade soars through the air, the wind from the jutsu – as I expected – blocks the attack and sends the blade off course, rendering me officially unarmed. The castor then begins laughing and shakes his head. “Stupid girl,” his voice was rough, cruel, and amused. I now suddenly feel vulnerable and open to attack, which I was. I had no defences, no offensive jutsu. I was what one would say fucked. How on earth did I allow myself to end up in this situation?

However, just as the man began to conjure up another series of handseals, the windows to the entrance of the store suddenly blow inward as figures dart into the room. Instinctively, I cover my face with my hands and move to the side by the nearest aisle for shelter. When I open my eyes, the pair of us are surrounded by four AnBU, two wolves and two falcons. “You’re under arrest for the attempted robbery of the store and endangering the lives of the general public.” I hear one of the Falcons say in a strong voice. The voice was also female.

Immediately the castor raises his hands in defeat, but his angered gaze never left mine. “You haven’t seen the last of me, girl.” He threatened, sneering at me. I don’t bother giving him a response, instead, I turn to face the arresting Falcon. “Good work apprehending the bandits, but you should never have done this on your own. Seven against one is careless judgement.” The Falcon said, her voice firm yet kind. “Go and report this to the tower at once, my colleague will escort you.” She added, binding the castor’s hands.

“Also, check to see if she needs medical attention.” The Falcon addressed one of the Wolf AnBU who simply returned their response with a nod. I was then escorted from the building while the remaining agents tended to the store owner.

//Exit