Troublesome

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Troublesome
 
A person who brought the Leaf Village's services for a large Mission over a Month ago has yet to pay up although the Mission has been completed. Every other Shinobi we have sent has come back empty handed and bruised so now I give the mission to you as one of our most leading ANBU Shinobi. It is your Mission to search for this thug within the Land of Fire and bring back the money he owes us at ANY cost, it is likely he will attack you or have goons to do so for him, deal with them.
 
Mission Rank: B-Rank
Shinobi Assigned: Iwato Uchiha
Mission Archive
 
“This Humidity…” A sigh seemed to have broken his silence as his breath was caught under the cover of his porcelain mask. Iwato had been a long time resident of the Land of Fire and yet its humidity still surprised even him. Though it wasn’t at all unexpected, it’s geographical setting had it nestled between mountain ranges, ocean and a desert.  It had been some time since he received the files on his target; a small time business man who had become a penny pincher as of late. “Sanshi Monowote:  Male. Height and Weight five-foot eight- inches and approximately two-hundred-thirty pounds. Subject has dark brown hair, green eyes and a peculiar scar across the right cheek resembling a J.”  He spoke in a hushed tone reading the information given to him by the Hokage’s personal assistant. His gaze cast out over one of the many bustling streets of Tanzaku town. The town was a haven for gamblers, low-lives and the occasional black market dealer so he was sure to find him here.  Surveillance of the town had been a taxing chore for the young Anbu; perched high above on the tallest building he scanned the shifting crowds below with his Sharingan; taking brief breaks to rest his eyes and regain the chakra they could so quickly deplete. Though this was not their intended purpose he found it aided him well on missions to use them to single out high-value targets; much like he was doing now. “According to the lady he’s wanted for withholding payment to the village for a mission. All efforts to collect the debt have been met with violence..” Pausing between every other sentence he sifted through the collectives below in search of the man, if he was hiding anywhere it would have been in this town. “Well I think that’s lunch..” he  thought to himself, adjusting the mask he exposed his mouth some. A small pack of ration pills and herb infused rice balls to satisfy his growing hunger was the meal prepared for him every day and delivered under secrecy. “These damned pills, will they never find a way around this bitterness, and the after taste.” The lunch, while replenishing, was by no means a tasty treat. The rice balls and water couldn’t even wash away the taste the pills left. It had been like this for a few days now; he never left his post and diligently kept an eye out for the target of his mission. Though he had a feeling about today; perhaps it was the occasional cool breeze or the sensation of goose bumps that spread across his bare shoulders. Regardless he knew today would be the day he found the man.
It had to have been around noon when he first caught glimpse of a man easily fitting Sanshi’s profile. “He looks rather…obese..did he really pose such a difficulty for the others who attempted this?” He questioned the physical state of the man caught in his visual path. “Then again to a genin or chunin he could have possibly overpowered them, then there’s the possibility of him having accomplices.” As an Anbu he was trained to strategize for any feasible outcome in any given scenario. On his person he had very few options when it came to weaponry; some senbon, a few kunai and a single smoke bomb. Surely he wouldn’t even need half of the items he brought, and with his training he just might not have to. With ease he crept along across the tiled rooftops, the ceramic shingles surprisingly made little to no noise. In fact for the most part he would have kept himself concealed so expertly until he wanted his victim to be aware of his presence. For several blocks he shadowed Sanshi, the man unaware of the demise that would soon unfold.  All he needed was a secluded location; preferably in an enclosed area like a building or something of the like. And there just ahead he saw Sanshi turn down a darkened alley and head inside a rundown building, From the looks of it, it appeared to be an abandoned Inn; from the roof he could hear the man muttering to himself about some sort of meeting. Perhaps he intended to meet with some possible business partners; though not before Iwato had his turn with him.
He would have had to been swift about his appointment with the man below. Entering the building he slipped through a hole on the roof; using the dusty rafters above the lobby he positioned himself to strike the man. “Rob him of eye sight, strike quick and hard, restrain, persuade, collect, erase and finally complete mission. “ Mentally he ran down the chain of objectives set by him, his muscles loosened as he relaxed his body. Feeling stiff he drew his slender arms back; causing his shoulder blades to stretch the skin and protrude out underneath his shirt and vest. It was now or never, like so many times before he deployed a smoke pellet. The small purple colored marble dropped with force against the stone floor below. In his left hand he had already drawn a kunai and thrown it with such precise aim, the bladed instrument slicing through the top layer of smoke as it rose rapidly. Now while it was aimed for the man he did not intend to sever any vital arteries; instead it whipped past Sanshi’s face leaving a nice open wound across his left cheek. With silent efficiency he too dropped to the floor below; tucking he rolled to reduce any fall damage he might have sustained. Using the momentum he sprinted towards the man, and in the confusion landed a few good blows to the man’s gut; he could feel the man’s fat almost mold around each hit. His fists almost absorbed into the cellulite of the male’s torso. It would have thrown him, though only briefly; though it was brief enough to allow Sanshi to score a single hit. While it wasn’t a solid impact the man’s fist did seem to barely brush against Iwato’s mask. The fragile covering now cracked slightly Iwato charged. His approach seemed to have carried more animosity with it; although calculative and well aimed his blows were more brutish than previously. Using force he brought the blunt end of his right hand directly into Sanshi’s nose. The sickening sound of breaking bone and cartilage resonated in the empty lobby. Unable to see it fully at the time he could have only taken notice of the man’s blob like silhouette staggering into the darkness. “Now!” He shouted internally. A well aimed kick had connected with Sanshi’s chest; the transferred kinetic force had definitely fractured the solar plexus but seemed to have carried the man in a wide arc. His limp body sent soaring across the lobby and through a wooden support beam sending shrapnel of splintered timber through the paper thin walls.
Without a doubt he had captured his target and all that was left now was retrieving the debt.  The man would have awoken to a room; dimly lit by a few rays of the setting sun. It wouldn’t have lasted forever and yet he didn’t know what was more frightening, the sight of Iwato before him or the horrors that would befall him with the fleeting light.  Iwato had positioned him on a solid wooden chair; the legs creaked under his weight.  At the first sign of movement he quickly drew two senbon, the thin needle like tools twirled around his fingers skillfully before being thrust in-between the bones of his knee joints. It was a clean penetration as they embedded themselves into the wood behind his knees. “All I ask is that you pay your debt…and the interest.” Surely there had not been an interest set, but Iwato felt that those who had failed to apprehend this man needed some sort of justice.  He could only make out a few words the man said whilst his own blood poured profusely from his nose and into his mouth; each desperate gasp for air seemed to only further agitate Iwato. Once more he drew two senbon and like before utilized his expertise to penetrate through the man’s elbow joints and into the wood behind him; it had to have been painfully uncomfortable now.   Sanshi seemed to have begun to go on about a satchel he hid downstairs just moments before Iwato had attacked him. Once satisfied with Sanshi’s answer he progressed his sharingan a step past the three tome; his mangekyo pattern appeared to have been nine rippled circles each positioned in a manner as if to mimic the basic tome. A surge of chakra pulsed from his eyes, a signification that he had activated “Benszaiten.” A unique genjutsu possessed only by him. With it he could forcefully remove select memories from an individual’s head.  Unfortunately the amount he removed from Sanshi would have left him in a temporary vegetable like state; fortunately he wouldn’t remember several key elements like what went down today, his face, how he obtained his injuries or the very fact he requested a job from Konoha; the process of ripping the memories from the man’s sub-conscious and consciousness was painful for the victim to say the least. Iwato shambled down the stairs exhausted from the over use of his sharingan; normally he only removed a single memory from his victims but with this case he wanted to take every precaution that it couldn’t have been traced back to Konoha. Having found the satchel exactly where the man he said it was he slowly made his way out the back of the building heading out for Konoha.
It would have taken several hours for him to reach the village; this including the needed breaks ever so often.”Amazing how peaceful the world seems right after a mission..” He had found himself in deep thought, though he expressed himself outwardly. Though stained by a spray of dry blood he looked at peace with himself, his form bathed in a glow as the cascading light of the moon kissed his silhouette.  He had been walking up the main road of the village for some time now headed towards the Hokage’s manor to report the success of his mission. He had successfully wiped the man’s mind of any dealing with Konoha and retrieved the man’s debt and then some. Approaching the manor he entered the large gates and proceeded to climb the stairs. A firm knock placed against the Kage’s door before he entered her office to deliver the item of his missions’ completion.