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Marital Dispute [Mission: A Lesson]
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Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)
Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log
Clan Focus : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
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Marital Dispute [Mission: A Lesson]
Sat Dec 21, 2019 9:19 pm
Mission Name: A Lesson
Rank: D-rank
Type: Assault/Sabotage
Character Requirements: N/A
Mission Location: A small town within any country
Word Count Requirements: 1000
Challenges: N/A
Repeatable? Yes
NPC? No
Reward: 1000 Ryo, 3 AP
Task: You find yourself in a small town in the middle of nowhere, not large enough to be even a blip on the radar of any of the major villages or anyone of note. The townsfolk are naturally distrusting of outsiders and as such have been nothing but cold to you since your arrival. But one particular man approaches you with an offer and a promise of a decent payday. Apparently his wife was being unfaithful with one of the other men in town, and he wanted you to go beat that man to a pulp. He specifically instructed you to beat him badly, but not to kill him, as a way to teach him a lesson… but it is up to you whether you follow these instructions. Do you do as he asks and beat the man to a pulp? Do you sell him out? Do you kill the man and blackmail the one who hired you? As usual the choice, and the consequences, are yours
Cut to the square in a functioning section of the destroyed Sunagakure, the sun was past midday at this point but the activity was still high - small groups shuffling around together browsing and soaking in the dry sun’s heat; couples or even singles stumbling out of shops together, or into bars along the way. It was a bustling day to say the least. The village had been coming to life more and more as the dust settled from the invasion and take over - citizens that remained struggling to return to normal life while benevolent missing nin roamed among them - as Mizuki did today and everyday since her arrival. When she wasn’t training with Amateratsu or getting too close to the flame that is Kenshin Uzumaki, she was alone roaming and taking in the people that had decided to continue to call the desert wasteland home.
This day in particular she was feeling more restless, more in need of a task, free time was a luxury she wasn’t used to - coming from a life where the ‘job’ was her life, her identity, her being - to being set to her own devices to train her new life path to its fullest potential and she was out roaming aimlessly. She found herself habitually looking for shady characters or those who looked desperate enough to pay for something to be done...Old habits die hard I guess, she thought, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the doorframe of one of the shops she had been walking by - the customers inside retreating from her frame further into the shop in desperation to give as much space. Mizu had been out today with a purpose though, unlike her usual strays into the market district to pickpocket and generally impose her presence on those in the village, as she saw Amateratsu do so often, she was in search for a new sharpener for her weapons, even a new weapon in general. Over the past few weeks she had really been trying to nail down how best to hone the skills she already possessed and the ones she was learning and had come to the conclusion that mid range ninjutsu leading into close quarter weapons work was best suited to her. Perhaps split katanas… or something more fitted to her hands like chakra blades. Maybe… something in the middle like Wind and Fire Wheels. Her mind settled more firmly on this option, giving her adapability in her range when in close combat - meant to be weilded as a pair its appearance is that of a wheel made of metal with a padded grip and a cross-guard; the other three segments have protruding flame-styled blades. With one wheel in each hand, Mizu could easily slash, stab, parry, or disarm an opponent with ease and aggression in one.
Her train of thought stalled as her roving red-tinted violet eyes settled on a man who was radiating rage- his body langauge speaking volumes with his tight and rigid movements, his eyes were red too, Had he been crying? She was honing in on this man as he pushed through the crowd in a searching manner, but for what? He must have felt her dagger like eyes on him because in a few moments his attention landed on her, her appearance must have sparked something for him because he changed direction and made a B-line in her direction. Straightening her shoulders and pulling herself up to her full height she eyed him as he approached her, pushing slower moving folk out of his way, his eyes were locked on her and she returned his revenge filled eyes with her contemptious pair. He was approaching her in a manner she deemed far beneath her and as he came to an abrupt halt in front of her the stench of stale drink permeated her nose in the most unpleasant way. Giving him the most disgusted once over she wouldn’t say a word, simply glowering at him, if he was this brave to approach her then whatever he had to say better be worth hearing.
“You! You seem like you might like some extra money lining those pockets…”, The drink seeping out of his pores was almost pleasant compared to his soaked breath which reeked of strong drink, making even and experienced drinkers’ nose like Mizu’s wrinkle in further disgust.
[WC 726 /1000]
Rank: D-rank
Type: Assault/Sabotage
Character Requirements: N/A
Mission Location: A small town within any country
Word Count Requirements: 1000
Challenges: N/A
Repeatable? Yes
NPC? No
Reward: 1000 Ryo, 3 AP
Task: You find yourself in a small town in the middle of nowhere, not large enough to be even a blip on the radar of any of the major villages or anyone of note. The townsfolk are naturally distrusting of outsiders and as such have been nothing but cold to you since your arrival. But one particular man approaches you with an offer and a promise of a decent payday. Apparently his wife was being unfaithful with one of the other men in town, and he wanted you to go beat that man to a pulp. He specifically instructed you to beat him badly, but not to kill him, as a way to teach him a lesson… but it is up to you whether you follow these instructions. Do you do as he asks and beat the man to a pulp? Do you sell him out? Do you kill the man and blackmail the one who hired you? As usual the choice, and the consequences, are yours
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Cut to the square in a functioning section of the destroyed Sunagakure, the sun was past midday at this point but the activity was still high - small groups shuffling around together browsing and soaking in the dry sun’s heat; couples or even singles stumbling out of shops together, or into bars along the way. It was a bustling day to say the least. The village had been coming to life more and more as the dust settled from the invasion and take over - citizens that remained struggling to return to normal life while benevolent missing nin roamed among them - as Mizuki did today and everyday since her arrival. When she wasn’t training with Amateratsu or getting too close to the flame that is Kenshin Uzumaki, she was alone roaming and taking in the people that had decided to continue to call the desert wasteland home.
This day in particular she was feeling more restless, more in need of a task, free time was a luxury she wasn’t used to - coming from a life where the ‘job’ was her life, her identity, her being - to being set to her own devices to train her new life path to its fullest potential and she was out roaming aimlessly. She found herself habitually looking for shady characters or those who looked desperate enough to pay for something to be done...Old habits die hard I guess, she thought, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the doorframe of one of the shops she had been walking by - the customers inside retreating from her frame further into the shop in desperation to give as much space. Mizu had been out today with a purpose though, unlike her usual strays into the market district to pickpocket and generally impose her presence on those in the village, as she saw Amateratsu do so often, she was in search for a new sharpener for her weapons, even a new weapon in general. Over the past few weeks she had really been trying to nail down how best to hone the skills she already possessed and the ones she was learning and had come to the conclusion that mid range ninjutsu leading into close quarter weapons work was best suited to her. Perhaps split katanas… or something more fitted to her hands like chakra blades. Maybe… something in the middle like Wind and Fire Wheels. Her mind settled more firmly on this option, giving her adapability in her range when in close combat - meant to be weilded as a pair its appearance is that of a wheel made of metal with a padded grip and a cross-guard; the other three segments have protruding flame-styled blades. With one wheel in each hand, Mizu could easily slash, stab, parry, or disarm an opponent with ease and aggression in one.
Her train of thought stalled as her roving red-tinted violet eyes settled on a man who was radiating rage- his body langauge speaking volumes with his tight and rigid movements, his eyes were red too, Had he been crying? She was honing in on this man as he pushed through the crowd in a searching manner, but for what? He must have felt her dagger like eyes on him because in a few moments his attention landed on her, her appearance must have sparked something for him because he changed direction and made a B-line in her direction. Straightening her shoulders and pulling herself up to her full height she eyed him as he approached her, pushing slower moving folk out of his way, his eyes were locked on her and she returned his revenge filled eyes with her contemptious pair. He was approaching her in a manner she deemed far beneath her and as he came to an abrupt halt in front of her the stench of stale drink permeated her nose in the most unpleasant way. Giving him the most disgusted once over she wouldn’t say a word, simply glowering at him, if he was this brave to approach her then whatever he had to say better be worth hearing.
“You! You seem like you might like some extra money lining those pockets…”, The drink seeping out of his pores was almost pleasant compared to his soaked breath which reeked of strong drink, making even and experienced drinkers’ nose like Mizu’s wrinkle in further disgust.
[WC 726 /1000]
- Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)Survived 2021You've completed the Christmas Event of 2021 and qualified for the last reward, by partisan you are awarded this fancy badge!
- Stat Page : Mizuki Ohta
Mission Record : Mizu's Log
Clan Focus : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
Re: Marital Dispute [Mission: A Lesson]
Sun Dec 22, 2019 6:09 pm
Sticking her foot out straight in front of her she would hold his advance at bay, her foot planted squarely on his chest and her weight leaned back against the door-frame, finally crossing her arms she tilted her chin up at him, “What's the job.” , for someone of Mizu’s history she recognized a job when she saw it. “Huh..” the man stared down at her leg for a few moments, a disgusting expression crossing his face before he came back to the present, his mental wanderings being delayed as his rage resurfaced, “It’s my wife”,he spat, “Been sleeping around with half the village at this rate I’d expect, but I got her this time I know who he is and I want you to teach him a lesson from me, I want him so bloody he is unrecognizable...1000 Ryo should do it.”
She shook her head in disgust but money was money, “Why not go all the way and end his life?” The man grew white as a sheet at her words and he sputtered his disagreement, making Mizu raise her hand to silence him, she had no interest in the musings of someone unwilling to do what was needed to keep what was theirs. “Where is he?” “I-in the west side of the village in the lone standing home on the hill… you can’t miss it.” She held his gaze for a few seconds more before lowering her leg and approaching him, “Wait here.”, placing her right hands’ fingertips on his chest she would forcibly shove him to the ground. “Right. Here.” Turning from him she stalked off without another word, her wild black hair flying behind her in ripples.
She did indeed find the home he mentioned without issue, now standing in front of the door she had two directions to go - would he learn his lesson with just a solid ass beating or did he need a more… permanent lesson bestowed upon him. A wicked smile formed slowly over her passive face as she reached for the door handle and opened the door - the home was basic in every way - as was the man she was sent to bludgeon. He was lounging in one of his chairs reading when he noticed her standing in his entryway- looking alarmed he stood up to tell her off for entering his home - but no words seemed to exit his lips - Mizu had crossed the room with alarming speed and agility, her hand wound tightly around his neck silencing him. “Maybe next time you’ll know to stay away from married women…”, reaching with her free hand to grab her kunai from her pocket, she dug her nails in deeper to his neck - bringing out a purple color in face as he began to struggle for breath. “And to ensure this never happens again-”, she could feel the adrenaline building again, the feeling of power rising in her eyes as the excitement built, “I am going to be taking away the thing that got you into this mess.”
Releasing his neck she would instead grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open enough to grab his tongue and with one motion - cut it off. Being splattered with warm blood wasn’t new to Mizu, so she didn’t even flinch as she was instantly covered in the stuff, her hands dropped to her sides, the kunai in one hand and his still warm tongue in the other. “Thanks for the easy pay day though.” She felt lighter than air as she left the home, the agonized sobs of the man fading behind her as she made her way back to the square. The man had indeed known better since he was still slumped - head bowed- in the place she had placed him, reaching him she would drop the tongue at her feet, the wet thing being covered in the sand. “Done.” The man didn’t dare look up at her as he raised the money pouch up for her. Taking it she would make her leave, throwing the bag up and catching it several times, her mind now back on her new weapon.
[WC 689] [TWC 1415]
Claiming- 4 stats for Chakra and 3 AP
1000 + 100 for MN rank D Ryo
955 WC towards Hōsenka no Jutsu (Phoenix Fire) [1000/1000]
460 WC towards Water Prison Technique [460/1500]
She shook her head in disgust but money was money, “Why not go all the way and end his life?” The man grew white as a sheet at her words and he sputtered his disagreement, making Mizu raise her hand to silence him, she had no interest in the musings of someone unwilling to do what was needed to keep what was theirs. “Where is he?” “I-in the west side of the village in the lone standing home on the hill… you can’t miss it.” She held his gaze for a few seconds more before lowering her leg and approaching him, “Wait here.”, placing her right hands’ fingertips on his chest she would forcibly shove him to the ground. “Right. Here.” Turning from him she stalked off without another word, her wild black hair flying behind her in ripples.
She did indeed find the home he mentioned without issue, now standing in front of the door she had two directions to go - would he learn his lesson with just a solid ass beating or did he need a more… permanent lesson bestowed upon him. A wicked smile formed slowly over her passive face as she reached for the door handle and opened the door - the home was basic in every way - as was the man she was sent to bludgeon. He was lounging in one of his chairs reading when he noticed her standing in his entryway- looking alarmed he stood up to tell her off for entering his home - but no words seemed to exit his lips - Mizu had crossed the room with alarming speed and agility, her hand wound tightly around his neck silencing him. “Maybe next time you’ll know to stay away from married women…”, reaching with her free hand to grab her kunai from her pocket, she dug her nails in deeper to his neck - bringing out a purple color in face as he began to struggle for breath. “And to ensure this never happens again-”, she could feel the adrenaline building again, the feeling of power rising in her eyes as the excitement built, “I am going to be taking away the thing that got you into this mess.”
Releasing his neck she would instead grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open enough to grab his tongue and with one motion - cut it off. Being splattered with warm blood wasn’t new to Mizu, so she didn’t even flinch as she was instantly covered in the stuff, her hands dropped to her sides, the kunai in one hand and his still warm tongue in the other. “Thanks for the easy pay day though.” She felt lighter than air as she left the home, the agonized sobs of the man fading behind her as she made her way back to the square. The man had indeed known better since he was still slumped - head bowed- in the place she had placed him, reaching him she would drop the tongue at her feet, the wet thing being covered in the sand. “Done.” The man didn’t dare look up at her as he raised the money pouch up for her. Taking it she would make her leave, throwing the bag up and catching it several times, her mind now back on her new weapon.
[WC 689] [TWC 1415]
Claiming- 4 stats for Chakra and 3 AP
1000 + 100 for MN rank D Ryo
955 WC towards Hōsenka no Jutsu (Phoenix Fire) [1000/1000]
460 WC towards Water Prison Technique [460/1500]
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Re: Marital Dispute [Mission: A Lesson]
Mon Dec 23, 2019 12:17 am
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