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Saburo was wandering the outskirts a bit, on his way back to the village. He was walking along a pretty peaceful route that Saburo usually frequented on his way in and out of Konoha - it had several large rose bushes on the sides that made the place just that much more idyllic. His peace and quiet, however, was interrupted when he heard an angry voice say, "Water Style: Gunshot!" quite loudly. With that he stopped walking and looked to his right, where he could see a boy with brown hair and a black vest training what seemed, and was proclaimed to be, a water style jutsu. He stood behind the bushes, hiding in plain sight as he wasn't particularily trying to be stealthy. The shot was good, but it wasn't quite good enough Saburo imagined. The boy seemed to have the same idea, and he tried again for a better try.

Saburo kept quiet as he watched again, eyeing the boy from the shadows of the forest. The water shot pretty much cleared a section of the forest, not large, but it was still trees that went knocking down. Saburo watched on some more in absolute quiet as the boy collapsed to the floor. In his mind, the young Uchiha contemplated on whether or not to go over to the boy. He'd have something to say, for sure... Ofcourse his brain got the better of him, and he had to go talk. With gentle steps, easy going over the grass he stepped towards Shouken. As he approached he'd raise a hand at the boy who had now gotten up, before he would open his mouth and speak to the boy. “Good morning friendly stranger, denoting I do not know you, but I know you are a Konohagakure shinobi, meaning shinobi from the village in the leaves!” Yes, Saburo didn't try to hide the fact that he was weird. The stange mannerisms of the boy came forwards almost immediately.

“I'm Saburo Uchiha, from the Konohagakure Armed Forces. I hope the Sage of the Six paths has blessed your day so far, my friendly unknown stranger companion from Konohagakure.” he'd say, walking closer to the boy and extending a hand for a handshake. It seemed like a good idea to talk to this person for a strange reason that Saburo didn't understand. Maybe it was the Sage of the Six Paths guiding Saburo to become friends with this person? Whatever the reason was, Saburo would offer him some advice. “I happened to see you training, denoting I was passing by and heard you yelling. I want to say that while your jutsu was good, it is detrimental to master it better!”

“That is because right now your jutsu cost so much chakra. If you use this in battle, you would waste all of your chakra on this technique when you are not 100% certain you will hit your mark, denoting you might end up getting as a result of that. That is the bloody nature of Shinobi warfare!” Okay, so maybe Saburo wasn't very clear in his tip but he meant what he said, even if the other person didn't understand what he said. Slowly he would lift his hand in the air before sticking up his thumb. “Let's become friends, denoting I wish to build a bond of friendship with you not unlike that of Naruto and Sasuke when they were still alive, without the runnin away from Konoha, and the revenge killing against Konohagakure shinobi! This thumbs up denotes my friendship, pleace accept!”

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With the right provocations, Akio was quickly reacting to Aoi's taunts and proceeded to shower her with a wave of senbon after purging all the lethal weapons. A slight sense of panic took over in Aoi's system, she didn't expect senbon to happen after their agreement of not cutting objects. She desperately hopped backwards and used the training log she stood on as practical shield while she didn't have to move around too much. The senbons met with the thick wood an cut Aoi some slack, prompting her to peep her head outwards in order to grab a glimpse on Akio's current situation and have a little basis on what to go on from there. But as she'd do that, her friend would already be on the move and firing arrows at her. Once again, the clown simply ducked her head behind the piece of wood and strafed so keep Akio's attack opposite from her.

"Hey NO cutty stabby things! Cheater!"

She complained, peeping over and over between attacks to never lose sight of her opponent. It did however give Akio a few possibilities of sneaking a move her and there, but at the same time she couldn't tell what Aoi was doing. And the clown took advantage of that. Aoi was pretty good at pulling off hand seals in uncomfortable positions or while doing many other things, and she'd do just that to commence the formation of a goo clone right next to her, however before it actually get large enough to reveal itself, it was immediately submitted to the mucus transformation technique, securing itself the appearance of a smoke bomb the size of a grenade. It would be swiftly be placed in Aoi's pocket as the girl noticed her opponent taking cover in mother nature herself.

Puffing her cheeks, she didn't like to go after her opponents like that, but at the same time no one could see her cheat as she opened her supposedly sealed eye. She just wanted a better visual overall and didn't hesitate to break her self-imposed rule to make the show go in her favor. Now was the right time to pressure Akio a bit, and in order to do so, Aoi would make it very annoying for Akio to get around in this forest-like field. She'd quickly hop on the top of the log, he foot applying Gooey Bungee on the top of said log while maintaining it attached to her shoe. From there, she performed a much stronger jump, the type that would throw her ten meters up high, similar to the forward leap shinobi used to quickly move from location to location on trees.

"You better hit me hard, Akio! I have a PhD in butt kicking and I ain't afraid to use it!"

Weaving a couple of hand seals, she pretty much prodded Akio's attention by exposing herself to the air like that. Aoi was expecting some form of retaliation, but any alternative wouldn't really matter as the jutsu she was casting was going to be an annoying one in any case. At her best acquired height, she released the Starch Syrup capturing field from up above. Normally this type of jutsu was immediately applied to the ground, but from the air it's be like a big cloth scattered into large drops of thick goop befalling the main tree Aoi saw her friend leap into all the while swallowing the few trees around it. Like a magician covering an object with a handkerchief to make an object disappear, she'd coat these trees with that light-blue mess. A lot of it would drool on the ground, but more of it stuck on the leafs and bark, making it a pain to get out of.

Her gooey bungee served as insurance, after all in the air she was exposed to projectiles and Akio's possible advantages. Aoi wasn't one to really consider most of the risks, but she was always for safety first when pulling ridiculous stunts like these. Akio could notice random masses of goo just dripping out of Aoi's back like it was natural. They weren't small masses either, as big as her petite body, and simply dropped on the middle of the field in plain sight. Finally, if Akio weren't to take her bait and prompt Aoi to simply retreat and perform the same thing from another angle, the clown would shoot a second bungee toward a protruding branch of the previously targeted tree and would of course launch herself into it once it glued itself onto the piece of wood. She was charging directly into a small wall of starch goo she previously imposed, like some idiot ramming themselves into a wall.

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"You're under arrest for assaulting a law enforcer and obstructing official shinobi business. We can probably fit in public exposure to that too. Turn around, please."

The man ordered, although a little more peacefully than before as the crowd closed in on them. The Jonin was somewhat smart in this case, he didn't make this become a travesty and cause even more outrage. Though the drug accusations were serious, it'd be simple suspicion and not a real reason to arrest. However it enforced his legitimacy in this arrest, and justified a certain period of questioning. Either way, Jaakuna was in for some trouble no matter the alternative he took, and all thanks to our superstar.

"Fucking brats like you are worst than downtown. Thinking you're hot shit with your clans..."

The Jonin whispered, preventing the masses from hearing anything. Backup Jonin were to arrived soon, inevitably sealing the deal on Jaakuna's case.

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With Tsukiko giving a good beating to the brats she was given, Miyaka kept an eye on Jaakuna's situation. She was sure she had made it worse for the kind, prompting a widened smile on her face. She'd temporarily turn around to acknowledge how she messed up the kids she had under her care, the actress having her arms crossed in slight disappointment as the deed was finally done.

'Fucking hell, you either kill them or keep them conscious. Retarded feral slut. How am I supposed to enjoy myself now?'

"Hey Black, make sure they stay awake now! We're far from securing my safe return to a normal life!"

She'd order before opening a chest near the balcony she stood on, only to remove a large, black rifle many would be stunned staggered by the intimidating appearance it'd have. It did look dangerous, but it didn't hold any sort of bullets. With closer inspection, a logo on it would confirm that it'd be a glorified paintball gun, probably worth way beyond their current salaries.

When Tsukiko would at least get Takeshi up and running (Daiki being assumed still awake), she'd fit the five thousand she promised in the Jonin's cleavage once more. She was fully aware Tsukiko wouldn't bash the small female for such trivial actions. Biting the hand that would be feeding her wasn't in any way compatible to her profile after all.

"Red! C'mere!"

She'd order the boy as she aimed toward a very specific direction. Miyaka used the scope of the rifle to zoom in on the target she had selected specifically for Daiki. This was likely the reason why she chose this specific hotel in the first place. At the end of the lens, she'd have the Minamoru clan's territory and main houses, notably Yamato's. She'd take a first random shot, expecting the machine not to work. However, the contraption would have the effect of sucking some chakra from the wielder, a very little amount, to fire the paintball over large distances. It wasn't deadly at all, but it maintained its momentum a lot longer. In fact, it exploded on the wall she was aiming for.

"You know what's out there, and I know you don't like 'em. Now, if you manage to draw the Naito emblem on three of those big houses, I'll give you 200 grand. 10 Grand for each member of the clan you hit with the paint~ Fair deal ain't it?!"

'Time to be a little generous, good ol' vengeance for the underdog. Backlash may suck but hey, I got you financially covered.'

She chuckled before passing the weapon to Daiki, giving him full freedom to do as he wishes with it. She'd then turn to face Tsukiko and Takeshi once more, hoping he'd be awake at this point.

"Okay! Green! Grab the bag on the table and throw it waaaaayyyyyy down on the Jonin's head! If you get a head shot, you'll get 60 grand! Also, Black, break your arm. Punishment time, but you get a nice 50 grand for it~"

'Fuck me if you hit him from the 50th floor. If you do though, better pray Yellow down there has a good lawyer. At least big tits here can afford health insurance with the jizz I'm giving her.'

The bag itself was filled with an illegal powder, a form of drug circulating these days. She didn't consume it, and even if she did no one would bother her about it. But Miyaka was sadistic enough to get some on purpose to screw over her victims. She was now punishing Tsukiko for knocking at least one out, which wasn't what the actress ordered. Now, she'd have to break her arm one way or another, but at least she'd get a pretty decent pay out of it.

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Giichi looked over his shoulder. He hadn't felt anything ill about this person so he met Yamato's gaze with a smile. “Same, Yamato-senpai.”

He looked between Haruka and Yamato with expectations. Ones that he was filled with an enhanced learning as he traveled with the Chunins. He had said it once, in fact countless times, but he'd say it again. He was extremely lucky, blessed even. His ancestor before him, some would have thanked his exceptional growth due to his companions. The lessons they instilled in him as he grew. Well, Giichi was beginning to see the truth in those words.

When a clone leapt down from the tiles of the Leaf Gate, Giichi turned his attention to it and took a cautionary step back. Regardless of his current company, he didn't enjoy being surprised. After introductions was made, he responded himself. “I will. I plan on becoming Hokage just like my ancestor before me,” he said.

Standing amongst the taller ninja left him filling small and at the same time, full of potential. If he could travel with them--show that he could hold his own--then he would technically be three or four steps ahead of the other Genin. Not mention his father would be extra proud of him. He smirked at the inner thought.

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Daiki had ignored Takeshi's beating but found a dull light at the end of the man's delusion. Atleast she had finally stopped hitting him. Leaning against the door, his heart had began to pound. The anticipation of a conflict was enough to send anyone into “Flight or Fight” mode. Which is exactly what the tall woman's beating to Takeshi and foreshadowing words had done to him.

He ground his teeth together as he looked at the opposite wall next to him. What was going on wasn't funny, neither was it acceptable. On a mission, a code of conduct had to be followed. It was never good to follow exactly what your employer ordered … this Tsukiko woman was lowly. Beating her fellow ninja for a price; it almost made him ill.

The hired-thug approached him, for she was no longer worthy of the title ninja to him. Her punch was thrown and surely, if not for her advance statements and his natural ability, he would have been hit. Instead, a puff of smoke burst where he once stood, and a log had splintered in his place.

Swiftly, he appeared near the other wall, his hands noticeably out his pockets and a dead-set stare facing Tsukiko. His jaw tensed with anticipation; the want to fight was flowing through him, the need to bite back at his beater was near impossible to fight off. His head snapped towards his superior but his voice came out steely.

“This … will happen one or two ways. Either we fight and tear this hotel down around us, possibly hurting your bratty bank account or we both go inside and watch her make a fool of you all.”

He sighed softly, expecting her to be smart, if not respectful of his degree of control. It was well-known that he was capable of flying off the handle at even a smidget of discourtesy. There was no need for him to wait for her answer, either way, he was prepared to respond in kind. His steps were weary as he entered the room with Tsukiko and a beaten Takeshi behind him.

Once he did he heard Miyaka call his codename. A tsk! escaped his lips as he walked forwards, a striking pain passing between his temples. He stepped behind her with apprehension. The weaponry she had pulled out was far more than he had ever seen, and honestly, it scared him. If this crazy bitch starts shooting out the window, I'll kill her myself!

When her aim veered out the vicinity of the city and near the Minamoru residence, Daiki let his heart storm. He intentionally kept his hands away from weapon … as if he'd give her more to manipulate him with. The fact that he was assigned to her was enough. Even still, the option was highly tempting. He wanted to do it, the fact that he did only reassured him of his true Naito heritage. However, being a ninja was far more important. His values, morals, and pride was necessary to him. Far more important than 200 grand.

Another sigh left him as he shook his head at her idiotic whims. He turned towards the door without answering Miyaka and started out.

“I'm dropping this mission, Tsukiko. Write your report, do whatever you want. I can't stand being around a monster that I can't kill. I'm heading home.” Once outside the door he found himself fuming. He headed out the hotel and noticed Jakuuna in cuffs. The consequences of greed and foolishly following orders. He his head sunk in thought.

This is the same as sacrificing my comrades on missions, isn't it? Had I fallen so low that I didn't know I was drowning. I'll do better from here on out.

Flashback

Their client Hiro and mother explained more about the mission, they mentioned the sky pirates, pirates that floats their boats up the sky. They are the target because they have something that can defrost the island. Sentou keeps the seaweed to herself and not use it, instead she shares with Shin. Not wanting to waste such thing when in fact you can just swim deep and cover yourself with chakra, the group swam underneath and reached their destined place. As they reach the center of the Snow Village, it is just what Hiro described. A museum of frozen architecture, people, animals and the frozen turtle and whoever did this is the sense of danger.

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Currently....


Sentou Uchiha

In the village, everything is frozen but all living things are alive, Sentou attempts to melt the weird ice with flames and fire jutsu but it was futile. "Shin, Rin. This is your forte, go analyze the weird stuff going on here. This isn't my thing b-" Something caught her attention as a silhouette is above them, it was huge, Sentou throws a smoke bomb and asks both to follow her to a safer location. The signal in a frozen island is rather weak, hacking the mainframe is useless but based on the data received from her phone, there's a pirate ship above with enhanced technology. "Sky Pirates, fought them before back in the old days. It was my first mission and it sucked. We have to stick together guys and whatever you do. Don't use any jutsus or else you'll find out the hard way." Intertwining to what she explained to Shin, she remembers that the Sky Pirates were bunch of morbid fellas. They won't stop at anything to do what they want such as stealing, killing, raping, and all the heretic hellish stuff they do best.

The mission is simple. Infiltrate the Sky Pirates ship and retrieve a scroll that entails instructions on how to defrost the village but things aren't going well for them due to the smoke bomb Sentou threw just a minute ago, the Sky Pirates' attention diverted to the incident.

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Sky Pirates
More like, a brand of girl pirates that steals and take what they want.

Boat of the Sky Pirates

Their objective is to seize/cease everything they come across and they are one of the threats that Kiri and Yuki had been facing for the past seventy years. The morbid methods they commit are despicable and traumatizing to the point one would die off in an instant.

Sky Pirate Captain: Arisa

"Smoke bomb? It could only spill out, ninjas. Without a doubt they are sent by their Kage to defrost the island and claim my treasure. Insolence as always, Zeno Hakarasu. You and your Shinobi Alliance had been dancing with us for the past 5 years and your Kage friends have been sending foolish kids to steal my treasure, the Meigo." She pouted. Whatever she and her crew are after, it must be worth than gold, the Meigo is described as something that is platinum and above than gold, whatever it is, it is a mystery for now.

Momoka the Sky Archer

"Captain." She salutes to her, "You summoned me?" She asked while riding her over sized pet.

"Go after those fools while our men fires a dupe commotion."
"Roger!" Momoka flies away. Sky Pirate Captain Arisa ordered to fire their canons falsely. And her other crew member appeared. Sky Crew Member, Mira

"And what about me Captain?" She asked. The captain said. "Go out out there, I sense a familiar chakra that is worth a pot of gold." She teleports out.

Back to Team Sentou

From there, they hear the canon being fired, the team moves to find a higher ground and just before they can be safe, the pirate girl with the ability of transportation appears to the group and bear her sword against them. "You're not going anywhere, duckies."

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Assaulting you? The fuck is this guy on? I barely even touched him.

Jaakuna just about had it with not only this guy, but the cunt that got him into this mess. Everything that went wrong was under her clever and very evil, planning. Jaakuna didn't know exactly what her plan was, whether it was to just cause mayhem for the people that were hired to protect her or to test out how long they could survive following the orders of some spoiled brat. Either way, Jaakuna was in deep shit(for the most part, anyway), and he had all of but two choices. One, he could surrender like a good citizen and perhaps get a little off his plate for cooperating. Or two, he could do what he's known for and fight the shitface trying to arrest him.

Looking around, Jaakuna also considered all options including an escape route and he saw none that would actually lead to his freedom. Plus, he'd probably get into even worse trouble if he tried anything. "Fuck it, jail is looking like better company than the cunt up there." Jaakuna sighed. He really didn't want to go jail or at the very least, the police station for a second time in the same week, but it couldn't be helped, it seemed.

Jaakuna held his hands out as he waited for the guy to cuff him up properly. "Do be gentle. I need my face intact for dinner tonight." Jaakuna smugly smiled, looking as calm as he could, even if that smile was a facade.

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Frozen land everywhere. Rin felt as if she was at home. Being a Hyoton-user, the feeling of coldness that came from the ice was a welcomed feeling. Granted, she wished she wasn't here to begin with, but Rin still had a certain feeling of home as she was surrounded by the frozen wasteland. As Sentou tried to melt the ice with her fire jutsu, Rin kind of laughed. "You stupid idiot. Do you not know that chakra-infused ice cannot be melted by simple fire jutsu?" Rin said rather rudely, "It's what makes the Ice Release so powerful. It is able to withstand fire release techniques that are equal strength and even some of slightly higher than that." Rin spoke with such confidence in her voice.

As Rin heeded what SEntou said, she suddenly heard a gunshot-like noise sound off. Instantly -- and with her team -- she jumped to higher ground to avoid any damage from whatever came from that shot. As the smoke cleared from the cannon shot, Rin looked down to the lower level of the ground and she saw some blonde in a rather revealing outfit holding a sword. "Shit, we got company." Rin said referring to the blonde down below.

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Shouken lifted his head from the Earth to observe the boy, who indeed was no stranger. He had heard of Saburo Uchiha from others and knew of his skill. After registering what the lad had said, Shouken spoke up.

"I've been at this all day, my friend. That was one of several jutsu I've been touching up on."

He rose from the ground to greet his newly made acquaintence. Whiping the grass from his jeans, he extended his hand to Saburo. He had somewhat ignored his odd greetings and also his strange reference to Naruto and Sasuke, and let out a simple smile.

Detrimental? And why does he keep saying denoting?

This shot through Shouken's thoughts, being warned previously about the boy's communication skills. While his grammar was excellent, he wasn't exactly the best conversation starter. However, Shouken ignored these thoughts and was happy to make a new friend, especially one with such a unique heritage. Saburo was sure to help Shouken excel whilst also having a trustworthy friend. Which was the feeling that Shouken recieved upon talking to Saburo. He was friendly and had an innocent look about him. Shouken thought it wise to make sure he kept a friend like Saburo.

Daiki was lucky to talk his way out of a beating. Tsukiko noted his cockiness, thinking that he could so much as stand a chance against her. Confidence was a good thing, but holding it against Tsukiko was not. After dragging Takeshi over to Miyaka, with Daiki following behind, Tsukiko nonchalantly dropped him. The woman yet again stuffed money in her breasts, visibly enraging Tsukiko yet she held herself back from acting upon it. All she did was bear her teeth in a snarl as she took the money and put it in her pockets. The temptation to grab the girl by her head and slam her into the ground was immense, but Tsukiko knew the act was foolish. Killing her, or even hurting her for that matter, would result in a lot of backlash from the higher-ups. As well, the bratty actress was paying her good money for the silliness.

Then she decided to suggest Tsukiko break her arm. "Excuse me?" The older woman crossed her arms over her chest, leering down at Miyaka. "You want me to break my own fucking arm for fifty thousand?" After giving her a silent stare for a few seconds, Tsukiko continued. "I can tolerate this stupid shit, but I'm not hurting myself for anything less than sixty-five." So there it was, she was negotiating the price of her own pain. Tsukiko knew that breaking her own arm wouldn't impact her future very much, but it was still going to be quite painful. Money was money, and Miyaka was practically made of it. Surely she could barter up.

Before she could put much effort into convincing the actress to pay more, Daiki decided to quit the mission. "Are you so weak as to be unable to complete a mission devoid of danger?" Tsukiko questioned, spite and rage layered in her voice as the red-haired teen walked away. "Talking as if you have any pride. If you abandon this mission then you'll be getting more than a report from me." Her sneer of disapproval turned away from Daiki once he left the room. While working with Yamato the other day was obnoxious, at least he was able to listen and he didn't seem like the type to abandon. Leaving the mission, even a simple and safe one, was disgusting to Tsukiko. Shinobi are tools, and tools that don't work are clearly defective. Enraged further by Daiki's actions she turned to face Miyaka again. Grabbing her left forearm with her right hand in a tight grip, Tsukiko looked back to the girl. "Sixty-five, take it or leave it."

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After the briefing and trip to the island, Shin found himself surprisingly out of his element. Walking around the frozen land, where seemingly everything was coated in thick ice, the teenager felt out of place. Rin was apparently an ice user, so it made sense why she was here. Sentou could use lightning and fire, apparently, so it made sense why she would be there too. But what was Shin supposed to do about the situation? "This ice is tough, huh," Shin affirmed, inspecting a frozen house. He tapped his fist against it, feeling how hard and cold it was. "Maybe I can break it or something, but the goal is to thaw everything..." Most of this introspection was kept to himself, but Shin didn't get much time to investigate before Sentou noticed something flying above.

After retreating with the smoke bomb and regrouping, Shin crouched next to Rin and Sentou. "We're going to have to deal with this somehow," Shin commented once Sentou finished explaining the situation. "Hiding forever won't solve anything. We're going to have to either retreat or find a way to bring them down. Going up is much more difficult, so perhaps..." His idea was never completed as a strange new presence appeared out of nowhere. A thinly-clothed woman with a sword, presumably from the pirate ship flying above. Why does it always have to be an attractive woman? Shin thought, standing up and preparing a fighting stance. After sizing her up, Shin's bewildered expression calmed down. I'm not making the same mistakes again. I can fight girls, no problem. His left hand grabbed his jacket and kimono, pulling them off in one swift motion and leaving him shirtless. With his heavy and baggy clothes out of the way, Shin could fight most effectively. Flexing his muscles briefly, Shin prepared to form some handseals. Wait, Sentou said something about not using jutsu... With this in mind, Shin simply took a defensive stance. If he couldn't use jutsu he wasn't about to charge in on someone with a sword.

"Pleased to meet you as well, Kakiyama-san," acknowledged the green-hair chunin, eyes quickly glancing over the newcomer. Everyone was now physically present and hopefully ready for their mission. Good. He could begin briefing them further on the details now.

He pulled the mission scroll out of his coat, popping the cap off the container with one simple flick of his thumb. A second later, the scroll itself slid out from its resting place, allowing him to unravel it and read out its contents to the assembled group.

"Not an escort mission, no," he began, "we will be acting as bodyguards confined to the Capital for Minister Yoshimura and his family in response to threats on their safety. The period in which we will be present has been estimated to be around two weeks."

It was not set in stone, as missions such as these could easily change if things went wrong.

"They have ranked it B for its political importance," he continued. "However, it may be similar to a high C in general difficulty."

Unsaid was that they couldn't screw it up. Minister Yoshimura was too important to relations between the Capital and Konoha.

"There will also be an investigative portion undetailed in the scroll. We, during our time there, have also been requested to discover the source of the threats made on the Minister."

He leaned his head to the side. "Has there been any recent attempts on the family that we should be aware of or has it mostly just been idle threats and nothing more? What about the reason for the threats, has that been clarafied yet? Some information like that could help us a bit." That was one of Gin's concerns. It's good to know that they have information on threats but did any of them attempt to follow through with them? Gin's mind was racing with possibilities on how to go about this. "Who IS apart of his family? Does he have children?"

As he continued his mind started to drift a bit Well family usually consist of wife and kids but how many and how old? Do the kids like pets? If they do I could use a transformation technique and turn into a pet of some type that way I can protect them by hiding in plain sight. I wonder if he has a daughter. If he does how old is she? I wonder if she's around our age. Oh my god what if she is. I hope she has a great body but then again that's not going to give us a good impression. But if they're attacked I could say 'FEAR NOT MY BEAUTIFUL LADY FOR I SHALL PROTECT YOU UNTIL MY DYING BREATH! Oh Gin your so brave."

As his mind aimlessly wandered about a client's fictious hot daughter he began to giggle as his face, although behind a mask, was definitely flaunting a foxy grin. "Oh I hope she's hot." slipped out of his mouth. It was only a moment before he realized what he said and quickly looked away and coughed, trying to suppress his thoughts.

"Shinobi and two little girls." "This better be worth the gold." Mira thought and puts down her sword but the face of the bobbed haircut young adult is recognizable. "Dang it." She snaps her fingers. "All of you are a Shinobi. Long time no see, Chidori Wizard. Your stripping habits must have infected this cute young man. Forgive me for my display earlier but why not let's handle this in a diplomatic manner." She said.
But Sentou isn't going to fall for the same tricks twice. "Yeah, I'm surprised even though Tsukiko kicked your ass, you still got the knack to rebound. You want diplomacy? Leave us alone." She glared.

Mira looked at her eyes. "Still with the same feisty manners, huh biri biri~ don't give me that look, don't you--" Sentou cut her sentence with a; "Wait for a moment." She said and throw her clothes to the Pirate leaving her with a WTF expression. "Hah? Oh sure, we can wait but still give me an answer."

A voice that sounded like the Captain prompted in the trio's head. "Go with the flow and let your crystal friend do his thing."
"Fine. Take us to your captain, there better be some nice food then." Sentou looked at Rin and Shin. What's this sudden surrender of Sentou? But nope it isn't. The trio are linked by Captain Maya's mind communication jutsu. "Rin. About what you said earlier, surely I can melt the ice, wanna play a game? Let's see who gets to melt the ice first. On my count, one, two three!" Sentou launches a bolt of lightning signalling the attack followed by a couple smoke bombs. Sentou and Rin will buy Shin sometime to do his thing.

The Pirate attacks from behind ready to slash Rin. "Watch out!"

Akio smirked at Aoi’s outburst, not planning on putting away her Senbon in the slightest. What was the point of a spar if you didn’t play with your strengths, and Akio’s just happened to be ranged weaponry. Besides, Aoi had said no ‘cutty’ things, and while senbon could cut, they are more a stabbing weapon, and she hadn’t said anything about those before the spar had started. Besides, they were shinobi, dishonesty in combat was the crux of their trade.

As she saw Aoi take to the skies and launch a bunch of goo everywhere, including the tree she was currently sitting in, she would wait until the last possible moment before falling out of the tree to avoid getting trapped inside of the goo, avoiding the gunk on the ground until she had a clear shot, upon which she fired off the bolt she was currently charging. Three bolts of electricity would flight straight towards Aoi’s current position, but the second she tried to bungee back down, they would be quick to follow her, never resting unless she managed to block them or got hit. And of course, while this was happening, Akio couldn’t help but give a reply to Aoi’s cocky smack talk.

“Well then, Aoi-Sensei, prepare to have your doctorate revoked, because the only butt that’s getting kicked is yours.”

Akio decided it was better to stay out in the open, running around the clown girl in a circle equidistant from the goo covered trees and the goo piles near the middle of the field. She fired off a couple more shots from her thunder bow, taking the time to aim as her homing shots hopefully kept Aoi busi. Firing off another 6 shots, this time, each one of them had a static string attached to them, so if any of them hit, then this game was as good as her’s, as she’d simply charge the string, incapacitating the girl and claiming it as her win. That being said, she wasn’t putting all of her eggs in one basket, so to speak, as Aoi was a slippery little thing and never stopped moving, making her a very hard and annoyingly difficult target at times. After firing the shots, if none of them hit their target, she’d cancel the thunder bow jutsu, feeling a slight tinge of exhaustion creep into her system due to her using the jutsu twice in a row. While not a chakra intensive technique, using charged shots were still a bit draining on her at her current level of skill, but she was working on it.

The feeling passed quickly, as she continued moving, running through some more handseals before launching her next attack, deciding it was time to close the gap a bit, as well as clearing up the playing field.

“Katon: Pulse Blast jutsu” She said as she formed the small ball of fire in her hand,then sent it flying towards Aoi’s position. She aimed low, so it would hit the ground right next to the Harlequin girl, and the following blast would likely send her flying, as well as removing some off her goo, and trying out most of the rest with the heat of it. The blast would leave Aoi disoriented but unharmed, her vison and equilibrium would be left in some slight disorder from the concussive blast, and that was the moment when Akio would charge in, deciding to take the battle into close quarters combat. She’d lead in with a kick to Aoi’s side, then throw in a barrage of punches, all of them would be solid hits, but not strong enough to injure her in anyway. She’d sure be feeling it the bruises tomorrow though, if any of them hit.

@Savato

"A wife, two sons and two daughters," replied Haruka calmly, voice barely changing in tone as he provided the answers to his fellow ninja's question. "The eldest daughter is in her late twenties and works in the government as well. His youngest son is four. The other two are in their mid-teens."

Such information was publically available in databases, but he had called everyone up on short notice. It was expected that some who paid little attention to the going-ons of the Land of Fire's political figures would lack the necessary background in dealing with the mission. And so that was his duty, providing it to the members of his team as was the responsibility of someone selected as mission leader. The green-haired chunin reached into his pocket and activated a sealed scroll, allowing for three manila folders to materialise from within.

"There has only been one possible attempt at assassination so far," he explained, passing the folders to the others. "However, it is still one too many, and the threats have been flagged to be likely legitimate."

If all went according to plan, they would prevent any further attempts, and bring the conspirators out of the darkness into the realm of light whence they could be judged.

"Some believe the threats could be linked to Yoshimura's push to provide greater funding to Konoha," continued the green-haired chunin. "The Minister possesses a large amount of political capital that he can expend to suit his aims ... which is why I do not recommend pursuing his teenage daughter."

The final comment was coupled with a pointed look at Kakiyama.

---

Yamato didn't react much to anything, save maybe to react to Gin. The man had shown up and introduced himself, but Yamato didn't feel much for introducing himself to this newcomer. Rather, he looked at Gin with an annoyed expresson, verging on angry, and merely answered him, “.. shut up, idiot.” Once that these 'introductions' were made to the newcomer, Yamato would face Haruka again and cross his arms, waiting on hearing some more.

Once Haruka had explained the mission, Yamato raised his chin arrogantly. A bodyguard mission.. a glorified babysitting mission you mean.. Maybe Kusaru hadn't been wrong, the shinobi were used mainly for trivial shit like this. Somehow the words Kusaru had spoken earlier made sense now, but Yamato would keep that to himself as he spoke out to Haruka again. “And you'll be leading us? What a farce.” he said shaking his head. Why did they pick this guy, the most bland an uninteresting person in the entirety of Konoha, to lead them? With him the mission was likely spent watching the ministers kids, and being forced to play with them too. Baka-hokage.. Yamato could only watch in discontent at Haruka, pondering to himself in his head.. how long until the hokage recognised the potential Yamato owned, no, not the potential.. the skill he had. It would take ages to become a jonin if he kept being forced to go on missions with idiots like this..

When Gin spoke up again Yamato looked in his direction, not even looking annoyed anymore but straight up angry. This newcomer was going to experience first hand why people didn't like Yamato. “Nandayo, idiot.. do you not own a newspaper subscription.. no-no, that'd be too easy.. do you not know what jobs a shinobi does?” he would say, uncrossing his arms and putting a foot forwards towards Gin. His mouth contorted into an aggressive frown, his eyebrows furrowed inwards together and he looked overall angry and aggressive. “.. If we are being sent there to work for this minister, then it's not just idle threats, you idiot. Besides,” he said as he faced back to Haruka, whilst crossing his arms once more. He was clearly done with this argument and felt little for continueing it. If it was Daiki, he'd have kicked his skull in, but this was Gin, some no-name nobody who couldn't even say his name right.. he was below him. He was below a God. “.. it doesn't matter if she's 'hot'. She's politically important because of his stature and as such she is below scum and trash like you. Don't even look at her. I'll kill you for it. Show some respect towards your superiors.” He lightly tilted his head back before turning to Gin, spitting a large clot of spit in front of the boys feet. Afterwards he'd look at Gin arrogantly, aggressively as if he was threatening to kill him with just his eyes.

---

As more or less anticipated, shots were being fired as Aoi showed her face to the public, but at least the goo was safely shot, prompting Akio to escape and giving a tiny window for Aoi to shoot that bungee on the branch. She dodged most of the predictable shots by tugging on the bungee on he foot, but would quickly shift the tug on the one connected to the branch, essentially making her swing toward the tree while potential homing projectiles were coming after her. If they were quick, they'd likely take more time to turn back and continue homing on Aoi, but if they were slower, she'd easily outspeed the arrows and jump right into the goo littered tree with the projectiles high tailing her. She'd dive head first on a wall of goo, barely making a mess as she used the hiding in water ability while charging into it in order to simply phaze through the liquid like it was intangible. Anything tailing her would meet that thick layer of slime and more than likely keep it truck or detonate it.

Right now, she was in the tree filled with her starch syrup ability. She had the advantage currently, having been given the opportunities to place two Bungees she didn't release and cover a part of the field with water, all she had to do now is lure her opponent to a nifty trap and voila. Though Akio would maybe hope that he previous trap would function adequately on the tree, the goo factor made it even less reliable than it initially was, added to the fact that Aoi would just slip through most hazard with such a large amount of spread water lying around. Luckily, they could both see each other, and the large amount of slime would likely be a deterrent to random precise shots, however the next fire jutsu would most likely be a smart come back to this predicament.

"I'm still keeping an eye closed, you better aim well with that ball!"

She taunted Akio as the Fire Burst attack was thrown. Aoi's small brain could only process that it was easy to dodge, and forgot that it could very well be some explosive. She'd dodge it, of course, but would receive the smack of the explosion head on, crashing her behind on the gooey ground. Luckily, the slime softened the blow but her head was still spinning from the blast. She was indeed vulnerable, and Akio could deliver her kick. What the Tendou didn't know was that Aoi stockpiled a clone into transformation mode in her back pocket and now would be its time to shine. A puff of smoke occurred as Akio got into her kicking position, and the clone emerged to block it with its arm only to selflessly hug-tackle the girl while attempting to punch it. Damaged or not, it'd turn to goo and ensnare the female into a pile of mucus.

Akio could indeed break free by investing a large amount of strength in different areas of her body, though possibly leading to exhaustion quite quickly, or use a knife to cut through the mass bothering her. The problem was that the rattled Aoi was knocked back into her senses when her clone suddenly poof'd, making her a thing once more. As Akio's body was glued, Aoi simply pointed her index finger toward Akio's un-stuck leg, launching the end of her bungee on that let like a gun. As it connected, it'd simply pull upwards toward the branch it was connected to all the while her other leg remained generally stuck to the mass of mucus. This would make a very interesting pose. She could still break free, but what stopped Aoi from smacking her across the face at this point? Or fill her body with more mucus?

"In a pickle, Akio?~"

---

When Daiki pronounced his resignation, Miyaka's jaw cracked a little. Her constant smile that reeked artificial innocence reverted into a rather disappointed frown. She didn't expect him to be this easy to break through, but then again they didn't make shinobi to be warriors anymore. She had a strong animosity toward people like this, prideful people who have nothing unique to be proud about. To her even the Minamoru were pushovers, especially with the cleansing of 'scum' happening more and more these days.

'Interesting. With enough mental gymnastics, he's able to convince himself that shit is worth being proud over. It comes to show, when you're piss poor and worthless, you take pride out of the most retarded of trivial crap. Shinobi? Pfff, Naito? Made up clan no one cares about.'

She turned to face Tsukiko, the rifle still in her hands as she approached the woman. Miyaka wasn't maintaining her facade as much anymore, she actually seemed pretty annoyed about the whole thing. The woman was asking for more, it didn't bother the girl, heck it pleased her that this ridiculous woman played along. Miyaka went silent for about a minute, passing by the woman and purposely stepping on Takeshi's face to wake him up. She was going to the kitchen to grab herself a beer. She chugged it all in ridiculously fast as she headed back to the main room so she could put away the can in Takeshi's hood.

"I'll give you the amount you want if you also shoot down Red with this rifle. Do the same on Yellow as he's being escorted as we speak."

She placed the weapon on the nearby dining table and simply wandered in her penthouse, seemingly unsure as to what she could make them do. One was arrested, which she was content with, one step out, which wasn't content with and one was knocked out, mixed feelings came from that one. At least Tsukiko was around.

"Oh yes. I want you to give Red a flawless report. He was the best of the three and he didn't in any case leave the mission. Do this and this Penthouse is yours, no fuss no muss. Is that good?~"

'Promotions are close aye? This'll be perfect. His pride will be at an all time high and then... It'll all explode and leave a a mess of NOTHING in his soul. I'll make sure of it.'

She went on to grab a second rifle and quickly jumped back on the ramp she was on before. She'd take aim, though she only shot a couple of yellow paintballs at the cuffed Jaakuna since Tsukiko would handle them eventually unless they'd both vanish before she'd have time to. But her real goal was to perform what she initially ordered Daiki to do, and it was to draw up the Naito Emblem on Minamoru property. A good way to start a inter-clan conflict. To add salt to injury, she'd draw Minamoru signs on modest Naito buildings as well. A little tension between scum never hurt, right?

---

The Jonin officer made sure to tighten the cuffs to make the kid uncomfortable and put him in his place. The guy didn't seem too bothered in terms of treating prisoners well or anything, he actually seemed quite vindictive. Backup arrived and demanded that Jaakuna would sit down while they sorted things out with the Jonin. Some seemed to know about the Sawada, or at least Hideyoshi. They tried to be reasonable with the arresting shinobi, and things seemed to actually be working out. Though they wouldn't be able to defend the boy from the assault of paintballs befalling the teen.

The couple of shinobi that arrived looked around to see where it could be coming from, failing to notice that it came from a 50 story building from a power hungry rich girl. But Jaakuna could probably tell given the color of the paint: Yellow. They quickly freed Jaakuna after agreeing with a few things, leaving the boy to move along as he wished.

---

"Gah! What the flying fuck!?" As soon as Phia had stepped on Takeshi's face, the green haired ninja got up with a pissed of expression "What the fuck am i doing here?!" looking around the penthouse he grunted with a disgusted look on his face "As if one fancy fucking apartment wasn't enough, i wake up to a equally shitty place." Jumping of to his feet he looked around and and saw phia drinking beer from her fridge 'For fuck sake, if one green head wasn't enough, another wild shitty inbred piece of shit appears.' looking around the place Takeshi was getting angrier by the second. "Oi, does anyone want to tell me where to fuck am i? Last time i was getting stabbed in the heart in then if it wasn't bad enough. I had to help....." he forced that word 'help' a lot. "My other half out from not karking it."

He soon saw Tsukiko and relaxed "Sensei, is this some-sort of mission?" he walked towards her. Out of everyone he liked, Takeshi liked her. If given the chance (With her consent of course) the thing he would do to her...and the things she would do to him. Walking out to the Balcony he soon spotted Jaakuna and Daiki. The tattooed teen was being taken custody. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" he cracked up laughing "Is this for real?! Is this blonde fucker being hauled away? For what?!" he asked while holding in his laugh. He paid no attention to Daiki, he thought he was a passerbyer.

Phia had then made her way to the ramp while holding a gun. Whistling by her aim and precision at gunning Jakkuna, he gave her a clap "Very nice shooting. Not everyday you see a chick do that kind of work." He praised the girl. Takeshi chuckled a bit before looking at her "So, who are you? Are you a client or something?" he tilted his head sideways "Nope, your face isn't ringing bells here..."

"Mind if i have a couple of shots?" Takeshi asked "Hell, Tell me what to hit i will, im damn confident in my aim, Throwing knives of being a marksmen." Even if she said no, Takeshi would swipe the gun of the table and proceed the fire, even if the gun was already taken.

Gin stood there, an eyebrow cocked and his head slightly back and to the side. He showed no expression as Yamato went off on his rant. Until Yamato slipped up. This he could not help but let out a chuckle. 'as such she is below scum and trash like you'. Below me huh? So then wouldn't that be the kind of girl that I, scum and trash would like. I thought a girl with her stature would be ABOVE me." A smug look rested in Gin eyes yet at the same time his icy blue eyes pierced into Yamato's own. His body rigid and loose yet never showing hostility nor showing weakness either. He placed his hands in his pockets, discreetly wrapping his fingers around his grid wire but refusing to draw them out.

"I don't know about you, but I'm putting this mission ahead of your petty little attitude. I'll work with you but that's where it ends. Don't get in my way and we'll get along fine."

He turned to Haruka, an annoyed expression could be seen in Gin's eyes. "We might as well be on our way."

---

Giichi eyed Yamato with confusion, his hands tightening on the straps of his back pack. Just what had the guy said to deserve such hate. Yea, it was definitely hate. He tried to come up with a lesser word but none met the anger that was exuded by Yamato. He wondered why? For a moment, he thought on the hard words Yamato had said to Rei. Though they were filled with love, they were still crude.

This is what happens when he meets someone he doesn't like. Hmm? does this mean he likes me? Maybe he's just being nice to keep ties with my family … Either way, I guess it doesn't matter. I just hope he doesn't explode like that often.

As the tension grew, Giichi found it hard to actually choose between them. On one hand he had Yamato-senpai, on the other, a rather innocent newcomer. Instead of choosing, Giichi strolled off a bit from the others and took notice of a kindly bird and its chicks. He concentrated on its chirps and ongoings, quickly drowning out the confrontation of the others.

“Let me know when we're ready to go.”

Aiko let out a noticeable curse as the goo clone tackled her, stopping her punches just short so as to keep her hands from getting trapped as well. And if that wasn't bad enough, Ao was quick to almost completely immobilize her so that she was left suspended in the air with one leg stuck to the ground and the other being pulled skyward by a goo bungee. This left her in a very uncomfortable, not to mention slightly embarrassing, position of doing the vertical splits. Aoi's little comment earned her an annoyed glare from the platinum blonde, the cold, slimy feeling of the goo all across her body doing little to enrich her mood.

"I guess you could say that . . .," Aiko replied stubbornly after a moment, trying to think of some way out of this mess. She had been able to keep one hand free through some miracle of positioning when the goo clone had tackled her, but it left a good part of her completely covered in the stuff. That also included the Senbon she had hidden in the hem of her tank-top when she had made her trap, so using that was out. She did have one in her mouth, however, but trying to hit the slippery little clown that way was going to be difficult. It was clear that the clown though she had the upper hand, but probably was still on guard enough that she'd be able to dodge such a poorly executed surprise. But what if she was certain of her victory . . .

A thought came to Akio that was rather dirty, sneaky, and considering her opponent, was very likely to achieve some level of success. Besides, as Shinobi, using under-handed methods was to be expected. With that in mind, Akio relaxed her body, hanging her head down with her hair shielding a good bot of her face from view. She looked rather defeated, and a tad bit upset as well, and it showed in her tone as she continued speaking.

". . . Dammit, you've got me good, huh. Guess you get to keep your doctorate for butt-kicking for just a little bit longer. Mind coming over and getting me down from here?" Akio would look up at her friend with a smile, but a perceptive person wouldn notice that she had yet to say she had actually given up, despite all the evidence to the contrary. The Tendou girl was planning, if Aoi came close enough, to hit her with the Senbon in her mouth with a static string attached to it, sending a pulse through the string to temporarily lock her muscles together by hitting her in a nerve cluster somewhere in area between her neck and shoulder. This would give her enough time to use substitution to get out of the goo and disappear, hiding behind one of the goo covered trees. If Aoi simply had the stuff melt off her and remained at her current distance, Akio would smile before launching herself into the air, throwing a brace of senbon at the girl before making the handsigns to use substitution, replacing herself with one of the logs strewn around the training area for that very purpose. Either scenario, she'd hopefully end up hiding behind a tree some ways away from the harlequin girl, though it all hinge on her remaining naive and taking the bait.

If everything went according to plan, Akio would bring forth the Thunder Bow again and start drawing back for a charge shot, but would stay in her current position, ready to move and fire off shots at the clown girl if she discovered her before she was ready to fire off a shot. And while she didn't feel that anything was wrong with her actions, she did feel a little guilty about it. I hope she doesn't take this personally, but that's just the way I fight, using every advantage available to me.

So she thought, but it did little to make her feel elss crappy about what she had done.

@Savato

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Aoi blinked and stood somewhat stupefied toward Akio's apparent submission as she was trapped in the conglomerate of goo the clown had elaborately trapped her in. Aoi remained standing up, close enough to intervene if there would be some funny business but far enough to avoid the possible worst. She tugged on her second bungee that migrated from her foot to her pinkie through simple will, making sure it was still fastened before taking any decision. After all, she had to make her escape if anything went sour. She couldn't help but be proud of what she had just done, she turned her friend into a true work of modern art. She'd almost feel like displaying her in a museum, but of course she wasn't heartless enough to do that to her friend. She did uncontrollably giggle the entire time, though.

"Heehee, you bet I kicked your butt! You owe me dinner now!"

She randomly came up with a losing price, appearing as he cheap brat she could be when feeling a little proud. She took the bait, for a moment, as she stepped forwards in the intent on freeing her friend. But it'd only be when she noticed the crowd nearby witnessing the whole scene as if they were watching some performance that Aoi changed her mind. Her stroke of egocentricity would play in her favor quite greatly this time, she wanted to display her greatness which would in turn be the sensible choice a shinobi should do with an imprisoned enemy. Plus Akio never gave up, but Aoi didn't really catch onto that. She just wanted everyone to see her new work of art.

Aoi would back up a little and sit down on the damp grass, a handkerchief whipping itself out of her sleeve as she summoned a pack of her typical chocolate bars. Of course, she'd take one out and open it. The aroma of the chocolate would quickly reach Akio's little nose while she remained in tight custody under Aoi's eagle eye'd surveillance. The clown kept a strong focus on her with a very provocative grin on her face as she slowly chomped the candy in front of the Tendou.

"Mmmmm I'm loving these~ Prisoners don't get sweets! Especially when they cheat and use stabby things~"

She nagged her friend upon sticking her tongue out at Akio. She was going to have a lasting picnic in front of the helpless platinum-haired girl unless she'd do something like apologize or recognize she badly lost. It would prove to be a challenge to convince Aoi's stubborn side, even if she'd be one of more easily influenced chuunin of the bunch. Slowly but surely, random passers-by would stop to take a glimpse of the trapped girl, some would even take pictures of Akio trapped in this position. Aoi would only wave to these people, almost as if she was welcoming them to come around and enjoy the views.

"Teehee~ This is like an art exhibition! You're famous, Akio!"

She exclaimed with massive enthusiasm, though in the expense of Akio's dignity. It didn't seem to bother the clown too much so the Tendou would just have to deal with it.

A fake surrender to catch the pirate woman off guard. But while Sentou put out all the works for the surprise attack, it seemed that she and Rin had other plans. They were still going to try to melt the ice rather than deal with the pirate girl. What should I do? Shin wondered to himself briefly, before jumping through the smoke. He brought up his knee, in an attempt to kick the pirate girl and defeat her in one fell strike. But as he reappeared outside the smoke she was no longer there. Where'd she go? As he landed on the ice and slid to a halt, Sentou called out for Rin to watch out. How did that woman get by so fast?

The teenager turned around and jumped to the side of the smoke bombs, to gain a clear view of his two squadmates. Sentou said not to use jutsu, but I have to do something. Shin clenched a fist. But I'm gonna have to ignore that. Shin brought his hands together in front of his chest, forming the Ram handseal. From underneath the pirate woman orange crystal began rapidly forming, aiming to encase her completely in an almost flash-freeze like effect. "I've got this!" Shin announced for the two girls, bringing his hands apart and holding them to his sides. The woman seemed oddly fast, but Shin was confident that his Jade Crystal Prison would stop her dead in her tracks.

---

Rather than breaking her own arm instantly, Tsukiko paused to listen to Miyaka's further demands for the price Tsukiko had set. It was simple enough, using the paintball gun thing to shoot the kids a few (dozen) times. But her extra demand to write a good report for Daiki? "You want me to let that little shit off the hook?" Tsukiko questioned, removing her grip on her left arm. "If I had my way he'd be strung up and made an example of..." Though still fuming, she mentally agreed to the terms. But before Tsukiko could begrudgingly grab the rifle from Miyaka, Takeshi suddenly snatched it. Not only was he behaving oddly since Tsukiko knocked him out earlier, now he was being a complete fool.

Why do I have to deal with these people? Tsukiko approached Takeshi from behind, placing a hand on his right shoulder. She didn't give any particularly tight squeeze, just simply gripped tight enough to turn him slightly so as to face her. "I think I hit you in the head a little too hard," Tsukiko commented, her voice completely lacking in sympathy. She put her other hand on the rifle Takeshi was holding, immediately before slamming her forehead into his. After delivering the headbutt it was much easier to pry the paintball gun from his grip, and it was easier to shove him aside while he was reeling from the blow. It wasn't enough to knock him out again, but more than enough to make him dizzy.

Wasting no time, Tsukiko hopped up onto the balcony railing and began leaning far over it. Using chakra in her feet she held on and defied gravity, allowing her the best view of the walking Daiki down the street. Having never used a weapon like this before, Tsukiko wasn't quite comfortable with holding it. She tucked the stock under her shoulder instead of against it, but she was clever enough to use the scope and align the crosshairs on the unfortunate redhead. "Alright, time for money," she said aloud before pulling the trigger as fast as she could. She was unaware of how many paintballs the thing had, but she was certainly able to fire them fast. Paintballs rained down on the teenager, probably surprising him with the stinging pain initially. After firing a salvo over the course of four seconds, Tsukiko stopped shooting and got back onto the balcony.

"Easy." After casually shoving the weapon back towards Takeshi, Tsukiko walked up to Miyaka and stood before her. "If you aren't honest, just remember I don't need either of my arms to ruin your life..." Tsukiko warned, before grabbing her left forearm again with her right hand. After taking a deep breath and stretching her fingers in preparation, she gritted her teeth and went through with it. Simultaneously yanking her left forearm backwards against the elbow while using the strength of her left arm itself to swing inwards was enough to do the trick, albeit not quite as quickly as Tsukiko would've hoped. A loud crack and then a snap and Tsukiko's left arm was hanging limp, broken at the elbow. She closed her eyes and mouth, squeezing the broken arm tightly as a pained groan escaped her throat. It sounded almost angry. After a few seconds of the pained growl did she open her eyes again, looking down to Miyaka with a different kind of fury. An adrenaline-fueled one. "Money... now..." she demanded through gritted teeth. She still held onto the broken arm, waiting for the pain to die down before attempting to snap it back into a position closer to how it was supposed to be.