Ninja Art: Don't get killed

It was broad daylight as Nietzsche, in the guise of his old neighbor, walked towards the anti-Mizukage gang’s hideout, Nietzsche was unsure of the gang’s real name so he just called them what came to mind at the time. The middle of the day was the perfect time for his mission, because no expected an infiltration in the middle of the day. He had to infiltrate the gang’s hideout and steal some documents regarding a weapon shipment. Earlier that day Nietzsche had contacted the gang and told them he required more leaflets to spread around the community and to his surprise they sent him their address in the slums and a password to get in. Nietzsche suspected that these criminals were either really stupid or really smart. Nietzsche was stirred from his thoughts by the screeching of a cat in a nearby alley as it chased a scared little mouse.

Looking around he found himself in the slums of the mist village. The houses were run down and the people around here looked haggard and out of hope; it was saddening to see people in such a condition. Another thing that Nietzsche noticed was that none of the houses had an address on it; that will make it harder he thought. Putting on his genuine lost face Nietzsche started to wander from door to door asking for address. He was only able to get the address from a few of the people, because many of them simply did not know what their address was and others refused to speak with him at all. Nietzsche tried block after block and house after house to no avail. Finally as he was about to give up Nietzsche knocked on the door of an old rundown townhouse. A small slot in the door opened up to reveal two piercing black eyes. “What is the password, old man?” spoke a gruff voice. “Down with the Mizukage” replied Nietzsche in a weak voice. He then heard shuffling and removing of bolts behind the door. At last the door swung inward and Nietzsche heard the gruff voice say: “Welcome to headquarters of the crimson knights.” Upon entering Nietzsche looked around for the man who had opened the door, but could see no one. Finally his eyes adjusted to the light and he could see the lavish layout of the inside. Flanking the entrance to the hallway were two long red couches and the walls were painted a color Nietzsche could only associate with blood. Now came the hard part.

Nietzsche walked in as the old man from room to room until he arrived in a large antechamber. Nietzsche found it hard to believe that this was all in one rundown townhouse. He saw that all the people still wore white plaster masks even in their hideout. Regardless he walked up to the nearest one and explained why he was here. The person he talked to nodded slightly and walked into another room. Nietzsche took this chance to get the lay of the land taking in every detail. Looking around Nietzsche figured that the person he had asked to get the papers for him was going to the intelligence room to gather the new slander against the Mizukage. The man now retuned with a stack of papers in his arms. The man gave Nietzsche the papers. “I can show myself out” croaked Nietzsche in his best old man voice. This was his chance. As Nietzsche left he quickly darted to a side corridor.

Nietzsche made a clone that would walk out the front door, it was a flawless plan as long as no one touched that clone. Nietzsche watched as his clone waltzed out the door without a hitch. Now for phase two. Nietzsche deactivated his transformation jutsu and allowed himself to look like himself yet again. Now he had to take it slow. He peeked around the corner. He quickly pulled his head back as a masked individual started his way. Nietzsche threw his black cloak over himself in hopes of hiding in the dark corner of the poorly lit room.

Nietzsche could hear the person’s breath and see the pale pasty mask. Luckily the person failed to see him. Taking a soft sigh of relief Nietzsche moved on through he hideout. At each corner he stopped allowing a person to walk by or for the room ahead to become less crowded. At last he reached his objective: The intelligence hub of the crimson knights. Nietzsche saw one guard on the outside. The guard seemed to not the most alert as he was slouched against the wall. Nietzsche already knew his plan of attack and began it’s execution. He swiftly activated a chakra scalpel in his right hand and darted out of cover towards the man. The space between him and the masked person was very little; his prey would have almost no time to defend. Nietzsche’s right hand drew quickly to the man’s throat slitting up the insides perfectly. The man would bleed out from the inside; no visible blood would come from his throat. Now for a breach and clear of the intel room.

Nietzsche gave the door in front of him a silent yet stern kick pushing it open. He picked up the man he had just killed and threw him into the room in hopes of striking momentary panic into anyone in the room. And with that Nietzsche strode into the room like death himself. Though even death made mistakes. There were three men in the room with no masks on. One turned around and asked” Hey are you ne—“ before he could finish his question he saw the dead body of his ally. The man who had asked the question drew a Kunai in the blink of an eye and Nietzsche barley had time to set up a substitution jutsu followed up by a transformation jutsu. The kunai connected with a body, but it was not Nietzsche’s it was the man he had just killed in the hall though he looked like Nietzsche. The men all gathered around the supposed dead body of Nietzsche. At this point the three men had stepped over the “dead” body of their “comrade”. And it was at this point Nietzsche took his chance. Quickly deactivating his jutsus he stood up behind the stunned men and drew three kunais and aimed one for the back of each guard’s head. Two guards slumped down dead instantly. The other had been hitting the lower spine and seemed to be paralyzed. Nietzsche approached the paralyzed man removing his kunai from his lower spine and placing the kunai to the back of the man’s head. “Regards from the Mizukage” and with that Nietzsche drove the kunai deep into the back of the man’s skull. Frowning Nietzsche pulled the bodies over to the corner of the room where they would take a while to find and closed the door to the intel room: the search was on.

Nietzsche approached the nearest file cabinet and pulled it open. Luckily this gang was somewhat orderly and had everything cataloged and categorized. Looking under shipments Nietzsche found the needed documents and silently closed the file cabinet. He copied down the particulars and retuned the original to the cabinet. It would take a while for the gang to figure out what was taken. Now came the fun part: getting out. Throwing his gaze back to the corner with the dead people one last time Nietzsche turned with no regrets. Pushing the door open slightly he peeked down the hallway. Seeing no one there he slipped down the hallway. In fact there was no one around whatsoever, must be a lunch break he thought jokingly to himself. Though Nietzsche’s question was quickly answered he could hear a collection of voices issuing from a room—Oh there must be a meeting. Hurrying on Nietzsche neared the door and used another transformation jutsu turning into the masked man he had killed earlier. Approaching the door Nietzsche nodded to the doorman who in response pushed opened the door allowing Nietzsche to walk right out the front door. His mission was completed flawlessly, sure the people he killed would be found later, but it did not matter now he was out and had the documents in hand.

Nietzsche made his way back through the slums on his way to the mission center to get his reward. After collecting his reward Nietzsche planned to take a walk back down to the sea and reflect on his mission. Finally he hoped to return home and take a nice long nap-doing missions almost every day was getting tiresome. (words 1423 C-Rank Mission done )

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