Paper bombas

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Mission Name: Bomb in the Bath House
Rank: B
Mission Location: Any Village

Challenges: N/A
Task: The owner has received a letter from a rival establishment that paper bombs have been planted within the building; they threaten to destroy it if the owner doesn't pay up. To avoid disaster he has come to you for help.

Your task is to discreetly enter into the bath house, find the paper bombs, and diffuse them without anyone finding out.  

Word Count Requirement: 3000
Reward: 6000 Ryo / 30AP

Character Requirements: -
Character Exclusive: -

Link to Legacy Mission: Defend the Bath House


As the darkness of the early day loomed over the village, Madara jumped out of bed, throwing on clothes as fast as she could with her shoulder still aching from the dislocation. Not bothering to eat anything, the genin would rush to her Sensei's house, unable to get the aggravating manipulation out of her mind. She hated that the manipulation in question was only suppose to support her and not damage the opponent. So many chances there were for the old man to train her in an offensive manipulation, and she hasn't even tried. This aggravation held a festering thought in the back of her head, that the old man didn’t think Madara was a decent enough kunoichi to be trained in more advanced manipulation. proving herself to the village and her family that she could become a great kunoichi was her only driving force, which is why this agitated her so.

A loud rap would be heard echoing off the wooden threshold of the old man's house. Madara continued her advance of knocking on the door, until the door was slung open by her sensei. "Why are you knocking on my door so early? I told you to rest your arm..." "Its healed!" Madara called out, seemingly too eager to master this technique, though her face didn’t seem like a pleased one. "Okay then... well train..." The old man saw the look of determination in Madara's eyes, but the rush of hotheadedness would only hinder this woman’s performance of the day.

They made their way to the training grounds, not a soul around to see them enter. It was way too early for even the townspeople to actually be moving around, much less the mage, except those who were on guard. "Okay then, so... start." The old man said with a soft yawn. As she did so, Madara would attempt some handseals. She went through the motions of attempting the manipulation, but her hard head got into her way, before even molding the attempting the handseals, the chakra vanished. It appeared that she wasn't putting much effort into concentrating, as her mind was on the thought of failure.

“Why are you not focusing?” asked the sensei.

“Because I just remembered I’m supposed to be doing a mission today. Shit.” Madara scratched her head and said, “Sorry… I guess we will have to put this training sesh on hold.” She turned heel and darted off into town. She remembered that it was supposed to be some kind of bath house. She ran by her house and picked up the packet that detailed the mission and then continued running to the outskirts of town until the bath house was in full view.

The sensei came up behind Madara since she’d finally slowed down. "Are you sure you don’t want to train today? it seems you’re not in the correct mindset to train.." The man looked concerned, but Madara shrugged him off. Did he not understand she had a job to do. "I'm Fine... I'm going to do this mission." This time, Madara's voice seemed to radiate nervousness, which wasn't good. Molding the chakra into her lower legs, then fusing it with some chakra, it wouldn't be long until the woman focused on the handseals to turn invisible. This time, without notice, the chakra would envelop her body. Surprisingly casting the jutsu hurt her body. Perhaps she was too exhausted from yesterday’s training. The pain was immense enough to make the woman fall to the ground, clutching her legs. Though they looked fine, the woman cried out in pain. "ARGH!" Madara screamed, her legs burning like a thousand needles had pierced them.

The woman attempted to stand, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. Her cloaking chakra was surprisingly sharp and unrelenting, and for a manipulation to backfire inside the body was devastating. The genin needed to take a breather, and the old man knew this. Attempting to help her up, the old man's hand would be rejected, only to find the woman jumping up on her own. Her legs burned even more fiercely, making them wobble wildly as the weight was trying to be distributed. Seeing this, the old man felt pity, and aggravation. "Hey brat! I'm trying to help you here!" As this was said, the old man grabbed the woman’s shirt, and literally drug her to the side, once again. "Don't come to me for training until your head is in the right place, or you might die." This was all Madara heard before she blacked out from the pain.

A few minutes later and Madara jolted away. She was still invisible from her jutsu and was lying down. Her sensei had likely wandered off to go get some medical help. “Fuck sitting around,” Madara muttered after she got to her feet. She pulled out the mission details from her memory and went over them. She had to go in the bath house and collect paper bombs. That was pretty fuckin simple since she could go invisible. Hey, she was already invisible! She jogged to the bath house and looked around with her sharingan activated.

“Yep, there’s a LOT of paper bombs here,” she thought. There was also a criminal patrolling the outside. He was waiting for his money. Madara’s job was to get the bombs he had planted out of the bath house so that his threat would be null and void. She thought that the mission was pretty stupid because wouldn’t he just explode the building with a jutsu if he found out he’d been fooled after the fact? It didn’t make much sense to Madara but hey, if someone wanted to pay her to do this shit she would happily oblige.

Madara was glad that her injury was no big deal right now. She remembered back when she was so weak that it would be a few days after the accident at the training grounds. Madara remembered sitting in her house, her legs bandaged up from the explosion of chakra within her legs. The Medics stated that the chakra had cut some of the muscle in her legs to shreds. Though they were able to fix it, she was bedridden. This was the last day of the rest, and Madara hadn't lost the intent to master this manipulation, and was mentally training for it during her absence from the outside world. Many days of fortifying her mind to figure out what steps were wrong and what were right had proven to be decent training as the days past. Once she realized what day it was, she rolled herself down to the clinic, so that the doctor could look at her legs once more. "They look perfect, I'm glad you listened to me and rested these past few days. Even though they are healed, not being on them for a week can cause your muscles to weaken. Don't push yourself too hard, build up your strength first." Madara agreed and understood the doctor, but her determination was greater than her worry, and she had just went straight to the training grounds.

Madara snapped back to the present. Though she was told to not overdo it, Madara was stubborn, and she believed she had figured out the right combination to complete the mission. Without her Sensei present, Madara navigated through an open window of the bath house. She grabbed a paper bomb as she did so and tore it to shreds. Applying the right amount of chakra, collecting the chakra to mold with the other, and she began walking on the walls to grab even more paper bombs. Only thing she had to be careful of was accidentally making too loud shredding noises. Suddenly, her mind began to trick her, making her legs seemingly ache under the stress, and she immediately cancelled the walking on walls technique. Maybe her mind really wasn't overcoming the fear of it backfiring again.

Shaking off the fear, she attempted once more. This time, it was somewhat successful. Madara shot off the ground with great speed, launching into the air about a meter. Elated her bright smile appeared on her face, only to realize what she had now begun falling. Just because she was invisible didn’t mean that she didn’t make noise, and was only a launch. Fearing to fall on her feet, she tucked her legs into her arms, and landed into an obscure roll. Feeling herself for damage, and noting there wasn't any, Madara continued.

Madara circled around the interior of the bath house. She could clearly see the paper bombs which she guess was by design. Of course the criminal would want them to be obvious because they were supposed to be a threat. He could have hidden them if he’d wanted to blow this place up without warning. The same fall from before would be adequate enough to land safely again. Not reaching the desired height, Madara would have to apply more chakra. As she thought this, she knew if the sensei was here the old man would chime in "More chakra, of course... but you should know this." Jumping a little, The teenager turned around to meet the gaze of the criminal. No words were emitted, but it seemed that Madara was scared as fuck for him showing up, since she wasn’t expecting company.

It took everything Madara had not to make a sound as the man looked around to see most of his paper bombs torn up. Not that it mattered if she screamed since her jutsu would mask that sound. But if she had started stumbling backwards her footsteps would clearly give herself away. Madara remembered her mission details and she wasn’t supposed to let anyone know. She couldn’t help but make a small utterance with that realization. Then she reacted quickly, drawing her sword and plunging it right into the man’s chest. The man looked shocked for a second but then a moment later the form dissolved into some kind of element.

“Oh thank god it’s just a clone. Unless it’s the kind that lets people know what happened…” Madara said to herself. She peeked out the window and saw that the patrolling criminal didn’t seem to notice. This was probably just the indoor patrol or something.

All that adrenaline had gotten Madara all worked up. She had to sit down and get her bearings back. She decided to think about her training. There was a time when she was trying to learn the wind release and even wanted to learn jutsu. Those were painful times. She remembered nearly breaking her legs and still trying once more to perform some jutsu, Madara had applied more chakra, attempting to even it out respectively. the handseals, memorized quite well followed just after. As this was done, Madara's feet would launch off the ground, hitting either near or exactly at 20 meters. the view was quite a good one as Madara looked around at the town, just before gravity took control and pulled her back down. Landing softly on a gust of wind that her master had conjured up, she smiled. "Thanks Sensei. Did i do it right?" Madara had stated, waiting for the mans approval. The Old man's grizzled face would nod in approval, making Madara smile even more. "Looks good, but like i always say, you can always train more into it if needed. but its up to you.”

Madara shook her head and was glad that she didn’t do those kinds of jutsu anymore. Sensory and genjutsu were really all someone like her needed. With any luck the rest of today would be just another bland day for the life of Madara. The good news was that Madara had by now cleared away all the paper bombs, or at least the ones she’d seen at first glance. She walked cautiously around the building and inside it once more to make sure that she didn’t miss any of them. This time she also collected all the scraps of paper and ultimately bundled them up in one tight clump of paper which she tossed into a garbage can. She didn’t know the first thing about diffusing them but if they weren’t in the building anymore then they weren’t a threat in her opinion.

All Madara felt she had to do at this point was go tell someone that she had done the job. She walked right out the window she came in through and headed over to the owner of the bath house who was not too far away. He was just a five minute’s walk down the street where he sat nervously at an inn.

“Hey, I got rid of the paper bombs for you. They shouldn’t be any threat. I threw them away in a trash can a good distance from the bath house, in a park somewhere.” Madara told the man. But he couldn’t hear her. She annoyedly turned her invisibility jutsu off and repeated her statement verbatim.

“Oh, hey there, you surprised me!” said the owner. “Thanks for handling that for me. I guess now all I got to do is have someone to arrest that man.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’d do it myself but you know, I’m not getting paid for that.” Madara said.

“Oh no, I totally understand. Good job lady.” The owner said. He waved Madara off and got to his feet after which he would hurry on off to the mission office to hire yet another shinobi.

There wasn’t much else to do for Madara so she went to bathe and take a nap. She ended up getting up, dressing, and eating as normal. she had no training planned for the day, nor any more missions, but the thought of wasting away a day wasn't something the teenager could phantom. Heading out just after breakfast, she would be seen traversing through the small roads and busy streets of Hoshigakure. Stopping in a few shops, she’d only glance, as she was running low on Ryo, and didn’t want to waste any more of it.

The woman carried a very stoic face, not emitting any emotions, constantly thinking about her training and improving her arsenal. The fact that she only had very basic offensive capabilities, worried her greatly. As a kunoichi, you are suppose to protect those valuable to you, and the places valuable to you, and with only basic abilities, it would be difficult. Madara needed something... better, more efficient to learn. While she was on break from training, the thought couldn't exit her thoughts, always piercing her mind with doubt and worry.

It only took a few minutes of the thoughts running through her mind to change her path, moving through the crowd to her Sensei's house. It wasn't long before she reached her destination, as the area she was wasn't very large. After a few pleasantries with the Old man's wife, did she enter the house and sit down with her wizened master. "Sensei... I want... well I need, something more to train in." The Old man would only smirk at this comment, waiting for the woman to finish. "Something more deadly... all I've learned were supportive-based abilities... I need something offensive. Can you teach me something to protect the village with?" With this, the Man cleared his throat and began.

"I had a feeling with would come up... I wanted to wait to teach you this, but you have come a long way I will teach you one of the most powerful abilities I have in my arsenal." As the man spoke, Madara's eyes widened with happiness. Finally was her chance to show how much of a great kunoichi she could be. The man Continued. "This will take some time, because it is very hard to learn and quite difficult to control, well start with mediation." Even though Madara was on a high from her Sensei's comments, the thought of meditation lessened her smile. "I guess that's fine, and thank you Sensei."

They made their way out of the house, and instead of heading to the training grounds, the man lead Madara to the entrance of some training grounds, and through the maze of trees to get there. Thought they were outside, they didn’t go far, just up the nearest grounds. The large hill they ended up on wasn’t large, and carried no snow on top, but they were perfect for overlooking the area. As they reached the peak, the old man motioned for Madara to sit down. When the boy did, she’d speak once more. "Ill leave you here to meditate, the wind here is perfect for it. Do as you did when i taught you before, allow the chakra to become you, and think of it as your ally. To start this manipulation, you must relearn the wind release, at a different angle. Instead of it helping you, think of its destructive ability."

The man would head down the hill and leave Madara to her own devices. Immediately afterward, Madara's eyes would shut, allowing the wind to blow her hair and clothes about. It didn’t take long for the teen to reach a stasis form, blocking out everything in the area. The animal calls weakened, the sun turning dark. All that was left was the cool breeze, swirling around herself, rustling the leaves of nearby trees, sliding through the deep green grass. Wind was an amazing element... underrated even. Never to be seen, but always needed as a source for life. It provides our bodies with life, but can also tear it away in an instant. People should fear the wind... they should fear Madara. These thoughts ran through her mind at a constant pace as the meditation was performed. As Madara cleared her mind, the one word, fear, would surface. Uncontrollable winds would rush through her mind, ripping, tearing, disintegrating everything in its path. This was of course, a different mind set than she was accustom to in training for wind manipulation. for instead of helping, this manipulation would hurt anyone in its path. After a few hours of this meditation, it seemed Madara was in her rightful mindset of what could happen with this manipulation. It was something to be feared, not loved. The wind is as peaceful as needed, and as deadly as needed. This is what the Sensei wanted Madara to learn, and learn she did.


3064 wc

+6000 Ryo
+30 AP
+60 AP (from wc)
2700 WC goes to Mangekyou Sharingan. throwing away rest of wc

5300 / 8000 WC already learned here and here and here

Hey there can't claim a lightning jutsu without lightning as an element. please change that jutsu to another one or adjust your claims and I'll take another look

fixed my claims

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