Gang Trouble

==                                             Gang Trouble==
There have been reports of recent gang activity reported in the nearby Land of Udon. Hidden Leaf Jounin have relayed intel stating that gang members have been raiding, kidnapping, and even killing villagers within the land of Udon. It is your job to find the leader of this organisation and assasinate him and any followers. Stealth is the key to this mission, no one must know the Hidden Leaf was involved. Even if you are successful in killing the leader, if word gets back that the Leaf was involved, your mission will be a failure. Good Luck
===                                                                       Mission Rank: S-Rank===
===                                                                       Shinobi Assigned: Iwato Uchiha===
“Ugh…don’t think I’ll ever get use to wearing this stuff.” Fingers clutched the folds of his shirt; it seemed very loose on his thin frame. For the sake of his current mission he had to act incognito; rather than his typical garb he had to wear civilian garments. “These are inefficient, nor are they comfortable..”A soft sigh escaped him; his thoughts elsewhere for the moment.” Her orders did state that the Leafs involvement was to be non-existent. Troublesome but nothing WE haven’t pulled off before.” Placing emphasize on the two letter word he cast his gaze further along the dirt lane road; already in pursuit of his target he would execute the objective like he had done so many times before, expertly and without hesitation.  He exude an air of calmness about himself, his face was indiscernible from how it usually looked. To what lengths had he gone to ensure that the killing could be in no way traced back to him? His usual pale pigmentation had been altered slightly; now he looked darker, a long scar horizontally across his face drew attention to itself. What was once white coarse locks had been stained black like coal; the texture like silk now. In fact he wouldn’t have even appeared as his usual self; his true image took on a more cruel aspect. It was fitting actually, a man in his line of work changing into something so grotesque.
He had been walking the single road for several hours; the village wasn’t as large as his imagination had led him to believe it was. At this moment his right hand had been embedded some depth into his hair; fingertips rubbed profusely against his scalp. Milky eyes seemed to scan the immediate vicinity for any signs of enemy reinforcements. To the petrified public and their masters he seemed like a blind wanderer, nothing more; possibly the best disguise a man of his linage could muster. While the alteration to his height, skin, facial features and hair had all been made by use of a transformation jutsu he simply wore contacts to hide his sharingan. He saw the world clearly when using his ocular abilities; it had become a source of euphoric ecstasy in a sense.  Ahead of him he could see a large tavern; people seemed to gather around it in a large mass. Yet over the heads of the crowd he could easily have made out the face of his target; clearly this man knew not the ways of lying low, a mistake he would never come to learn from.
Iwato hadn’t brought much with him this mission; bandages, medical supplies, and a single spool of metallic wire. To any other his choice in murder weapon seemed odd. In silence he fashioned a single length of the wire between his thumb and middle finger; the line cut into his flesh easily. Yet he hadn’t acknowledged the pain in the slightest, his focus had been set on the man. Like many times before he tensed the muscles in his legs before making giant strides forward; the sudden transfer of energy moved him directly toward the man. He didn’t think, let alone consider any action during his attack; rather he let his body’s second nature take control. For some time now Iwato had found himself giving his killer instinct more control over his actions. The look in his eye seemed off, cold and glossy like glass; a thousand mile stare some would call it, an effect of some sort of post traumatic-stress disorder. His movements had more fluidity than what was to be expected; even from an Anbu. Despite using a body he couldn’t necessarily call his own he would have carried out his mission with a high degree of expertise.
Easily he overtook the crowd his sudden appearance catching them off guard; the cause of their downfall honestly.  With his right hand he made use of the single length of wire, slicing through the targets throat some indiscernible depth. All the while he used the momentum that carried him to remove the cranium by sure force with his left hand alone. Those fortunate enough to not have been taken fully by surprise reacted on an almost primal level.  Three men had drawn one kunai each before throwing them his direction; though such a reaction seemed trivial to him. His fingers now coiled in the man matted hair he whipped himself around to face the crowd. The bloody right hand brought up to his face removed the milky contacts revealing his mangekyo sharingan ; the rippled tome seemed to tear at the gatherings memory. The kunai struck Iwato, the first cut across his cheek, the second found its mark in his right shoulder while the third had embedded its edge into the top of his left thigh. Not a single word had been spoken; almost as if the wounds had gone unnoticed, perhaps his attention was elsewhere. A flood of pain swept across the frontal lobe of his brain; a side-effect his unique genjutsu could have if strained far enough. Using it on the crowd while useful had been taxing even for a man of his caliber.
It would have been some several hours later; the incident a blurred memory even for him.  Although it was apparent he had patched his wounds up some; enough to stop the bleeding for now. He couldn’t recall where he was now; in the distance he could make out the Hokage stone faces. Had he really traveled such a distance without knowing it? His attire had changed, in his usual lay about clothing he could smell the distinct scent of smoke upon him; having burned the clothes he wore for the mission. Quickly he made his way to Kyo’s office; the pace of his stride seemed alarming. He wanted to put an end to not only this mission but the last few days altogether. Entering her Manor his reflection caught his attention; his right cheek stained with blood. Despite performing the task under the affects of a transformation jutsu the Gang leaders’ blood still clung to him. Forcing it from his mind he made his way to her office. Entering he simply dropped the head on the floor,” Your will be done Lady Hokage…” His voice sounded distant and before another word could be said from either party he left rushing to his apartment.