Mizushima.. Nietzsche, Mizushima

After having left the mission center the night before Nietzsche could not stop thinking about his new mission—it almost made doing that poster mission worthwhile. His new mission was to go under cover to gather intelligence on the people who have been slandering the Mizukage’s name. Nietzsche had spent all night thinking of a disguise to go under. He had come up with many ideas, but all others were blown away when he saw he elderly neighbor walking down the street. Nietzsche’s neighbor was an old man who was entirely bald and had kind blue eyes; he also happened to be the best cover identity for Nietzsche, because his neighbor was leaving on a trip to Sunagakure that day. Glancing out at the man one last time Nietzsche concentrated on his every detail: the mole on the back of his head, the brown monk like clothes he wore and the wood geta that never seemed to leave his feet. With a poof of smoke an old haggard man stood in the place of Nietzsche. He tuned and looked in the mirror; his transformation jutsu was perfect. He then promptly left his house to prowl around the various Inn’s throughout the Mist.

The fist couple of Inns Nietzsche checked out did not have any information regarding the shadowy group he was pursuing. He was thrown out of several inns for “loitering”, but he was not discouraged, not yet. Nietzsche still had a couple inns in mind. These last few inns he planned on going to were in the slums of the mist village. The first one on his list was “The laughing Oni”. Upon approaching the slightly rundown inn Nietzsche saw that above the entrance was a large Oni mask that sent shivers down his spine. Pulling his brown robes up around himself Nietzsche entered. Pushing open the door the caustic smell of alcohol burned his nose. Good maybe they are drunk—I can use that to my advantage. Nietzsche hobbled over to the bar and started his act. “That Mizukage doesn’t know a thing! He sits in his mansion drinking cocktails at our expense! If I was in my right mind I would take him down myself.” Nietzsche made sure that last part was projected all over the inn. He then stated laughing drunkenly. A Minute passed and Nietzsche assumed his strategy had failed until he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. The hand guided him towards a room in the inn. Nietzsche did not dare turn around. Finally once he had entered the poorly furnished room and was thrown on a musty bed did Nietzsche dare to turn his face to his mysterious captor. The man wore a white plaster mask and stood about five feet ten inches with a light build. Nietzsche also noted that he was armed with a curved katana. The man spoke his voice sounded cold and froglike “What is your name, old man?” This surprised Nietzsche because he had almost forgotten he was in the form of an old man. Quickly regaining his composure Nietzsche replied in a weak voice “M-my name is Tenzin Hiroshima. And m-may I ask who you are sir?” The masked man stood there for a second seeming to contemplate his next move. “I see no harm in telling you my name. It is Hachiro Watanabe. And I was wondering if your sentiments towards the Mizukage, which you so blatantly expressed, hold true. Or are they just a drunk mans fantasy?” Nietzsche took his time to go over it in his head, because he did not want this to go bad and it could go bad fast. “Well I may be a bit drunk and that caused me to shout out my beliefs, but deep down they are what I ascribe to. So Yes” Hachiro peered at Nietzsche from behind his mask. Nietzsche could feel his gaze drilling into him examining every part of him.

Hachiro made an odd noise that sounded like the cooing of a dove in the morning and out of the walls melted four more people. All of them wore masks, but one of them had a much larger build than all the rest. “These are my…associates they also have a disliking of the Mizukage. I will ask you for now to refrain from asking names as these three are very picky about who knows them.” The man with the heavy build cleared his throat and spoke in a surprisingly soft voice: “We would like you, old man Hiroshima, to act as our liaison to the town. We ask that you spread posters around regarding the Mizukage’s crimes.” Nietzsche was not really sure what these “crimes” were, but he got the sense that he should, so he went with it: “It would be my pleasure to educate the village of the crimes of the Mizukage.” “So be it. And if you ever squeal on us old man I have a group of fifty men who will personally slit your throat for me.” With that the four men filed out of the room. They left only a stack of posters. Luckily Nietzsche had gotten what he needed. The chakra signatures of the three men minus the one with a large build were decidedly mediocre. The large man was a different story he had a tremendous chakra signature and just exuded a creepy aura. Also Nietzsche had a suspicion that man’s threat about the fifty men was no exaggeration, so he had some numbers on them as well. Also as a nice little bonus the group of men had left contact emergency information hidden in the stack of posters, which made Nietzsche wonder: were these guys amateurs? Leaving the inn Nietzsche felt quite smug; he had done well. (words 960 D rank mission done )

Approved.