Its all bout dem W's (p)

Yazu meandered through the village square, his mind occupied with his current scheme that he had set into motion.  The entire village had recently become obsessed with the thought of war.  Yazu felt that it was a bit much, as no one had any reason to believe that a war was imminent, but the Mizukage had been pushing other individuals in the village further, so it seemed to the white haired boy that he also needed to step it up.
 
To meticulously line up his plot he had to decide which individual in the village could offer him the challenge of a real fight.  He pondered many shinobi, the strange bare fist brawler from the blood games that people called Goon, the lousy puppet user who had defeated him in the Games, the myriad of Genin within the village, or even that second rate Jounin who sits atop his castle like skyscraper who occasionally invites young boys in for sleepovers and offers them sips of his Jesus juice.  They were all subpar choices however, as while he thought about his choices only one actually stuck out to him.  The quiet and reserved Swordsman who had mysterious control over sand, which as he understood was a complicated advanced element to master, Mitako Raicho. 
 
To execute this plan he only needed a few small props to put it into motion:
1. An opened mission parcel with a small amount of stationary paper.
2. The location of the kid.
Both were relatively simple as Yazu lived life as a vagabond, and he knew a great deal about the village's inhabitants.  He knew that Mitako had relations with some of the smiths within the village, so delivering the parcel to one of them would certainly have some results.  So after delivering the Mission package to one of the Craftsman in the village who confirmed knowing Mitako, Yazu would be free to walk about town until his scheduled meeting time for the "mission" that he had forged.
 
A-Rank Mission
Shuck and Jive
 
Meet with your accomplice to discuss the mission at hand.  The shinobi accompanying you will be Yazu.  Meet him in the sparring grounds at 10 AM be there or be square fgt.
 
XYxBER
 
Would the guy think that the paper was legit? Probably not. Would his curiosity drive him to find out? Yazu was banking on it.
 
The white miscreant needed a spar to test his skills on in live combat so that is what he was going to do.  He also needed to learn some new techniques.  Committing to memory the words of the wound destruction scroll he raided from the hospital, he walked toward the designated spot to wait, much earlier than the requested time.
 
The area around was flat and earthen, though being on an island one could never escape the sand, he found an area where it wasn't overly abundant somewhere deep in the outskirts of the village.  He would be sitting on the grass with out in the open scanning the area with his sharingan active paying attention to the fine details as not to be snuck up on. His legs folded in front of him.  There were quite a few trees in the area but no real source of water, the skies dimly lit by what sunlight made it through the storms. Yazu was seated deverel meters from a tree on the ground in an open clearing.