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[h2][b][color=orange]Shin Maru, Topaz[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

It was unfortunate that Sentou didn't notice Shin's compliment, but it was equally fortunate that Yamato was willing to help organize a meeting with Mr. Minamoru. [color=orange][b]"Thanks man,"[/b][/color] Shin gave Yamato with a friendly grin. [color=orange][b]"I'm sure he's a busy guy so I'd never have a chance to meet him by my own wit."[/b][/color] He didn't address the point on leaving weapons at home as Shin never carried weapons on him as it was. After all he created his own weapons as he needed them. With that out of the way, Shin opened his mouth to make another pass at Sentou but found himself being interrupted by Ayame Choko.

[color=orange][b]"Ayame-sama, what a pleasant surprise to see you,"[/b][/color] Shin greeted, seemingly redirecting his attention from his classmate towards his superior. Ayame Choko was an attractive woman, no doubt. But Shin couldn't help but notice that her breasts were actually smaller than Sentou's, and the Uchiha was significantly younger. [i]Beauty lies in more than just the chest,[/i] as Shin's uncle Jugo would say. As Shin's eyes began to drift back up to Ayame's eyes, she explained that Yamato had a mission. His parting words were a bit mean, [color=orange][i]I'm not a flirt...[/i][/color] but Shin paid little mind. He already anticipated that Ayame would have something for the remaining two chuunin at the table.

Evidently, Shin and Sentou were going to work together along with Paneru. Whom they would have to first collect from the hospital and that escort/protect him at the scene of a recent caravan ambush. [color=orange][b]"So we're just doing some crime scene investigation? Doesn't sound so bad,"[/b][/color] Shin remarked, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking. [color=orange][b]"I've been to plenty of those. I'm sure Sentou has too, right Sen-"[/b][/color] Shin turned around to see his classmate was no longer wearing her shirt, leaving her only in a bra and exposing much more of her breasts. His face was immediately flush and he cringed slightly. [color=orange][i]Must... resist... Hideyoshi or Jaakuna will kick my ass...[/i][/color] Shin's fingers twitched slightly a few times before he took a deep breath, immediately calming down. Only after he regained control did he realize that he stared directly and obviously at Sentou's chest for a solid five seconds.

[color=orange][b]"What was I saying?"[/b][/color] he asked aloud, bringing a hand up to his head and scratching it in comical confusion. [color=orange][b]"Oh, right. This mission'll be a piece of cake."[/b][/color] Shin even gave Ayame a thumbs-up, to further prove his confidence in the simple task. Before he could suggest to Sentou that they should head out, the girl was already on her way to the door. [color=orange][b]"Wait! You can't go out like that!"[/b][/color] Shin called out to her, rushing after his topless classmate. [color=orange][b]"Put your shirt back on! Or at least let me carry you!"[/b][/color]

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After a few minutes of traveling across rooftops, because why walk or take a cab when you can go faster by being a shinobi, Shin and Sentou arrived at the Konoha hospital. Sentou was still topless and Shin had paid more attention to her than where he was going, but surprisingly he was yet to crash into anything. [color=orange][b]"I wonder why Paneru is hanging around a gloomy place like this,"[/b][/color] Shin wondered aloud, still looking at Sentou's chest instead of where he was walking. It was only when he tried to walk through the front entrance alongside Sentou that he felt the consequences of not paying attention.

He wasn't sure if Sentou did that on purpose or not, but Shin walked face-first into the thick window next to the glass door. It didn't hurt so much as it surprised him. After rubbing his nose a bit, he learned his lesson and turned his gaze forward. But by now Sentou was also in front of him rather than next to him, so nobody could say for sure what he was paying attention to. [color=orange][b]"I know he's a medic and all, but it's not like he works here... Let's just find him and get going."[/b][/color]

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[h2][b][color=moccasin]Tsukiko Umene, Honeybadger[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

With a grunt of effort, the tired woman sat upright from under her bedsheets. The room was small, barely large enough for the bed and the dresser, and the closed blinds made it dark. [color=moccasin][b]"Ugh."[/b][/color] The naked and voluptuous woman lazily slid out from under the sheets, taking a moment to stretch her back when she was on her feet. Before she could grab the white bath robes hanging on the back of the bedroom door, she paused to sniff the air. [color=moccasin][b]"Goddammit,"[/b][/color] she muttered under her breath as she covered herself up.

Stepping out of the cramped bedroom led into a messy living room. It had a simple couch, which was torn in many places and looked as if it would fall apart, and a coffee table that seemed equally unstable. Clothes, empty cans, and plastic food wrappers populated the floor, which itself was a carpet that hadn't been vacuumed in a substantial amount of time. The living room was only separated from the kitchen and dining area by a transition from carpet to linoleum. While the kitchen floor was cleaner than the living room floor, the counters were stacked with dirty dishes and empty food containers. And the worst thing about this picture, in Tsukiko's eyes, was the person sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal before him.

[color=moccasin][b]"What are you doing?"[/b][/color] The man, who was quite large and very muscular but clad in only boxers, jumped in surprise at the sound of her voice. Tsukiko hadn't made any noise when she approached, as typical of her. [color=lightcoral][b]"You scared me there. I'm jus-"[/b][/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Eating my food. Get out."[/b][/color] She motioned towards the front door with her thumb in the same motion of crossing her arms over her chest. [color=lightcoral][b]"What about last night? You're not even gonna chat or let me have breakfast?"[/b][/color] His response was only met with mean, sarcastic laughter. [color=moccasin][b]"Oh, sweetie. I think you're a bit confused. What we had was called a [i]one night stand.[/i] I used you."

"Now get the fuck out of my house."[/b][/color] The man seemed genuinely hurt from her words, slowly standing up from his seat while looking at the floor in shame. [color=lightcoral][b]"Fine. I see how it is. So I guess you won't be calling me anytime soon..."[/b][/color] [color=moccasin][b]"You don't even know my name! Get out! If you aren't gone in ten seconds I'll throw you out the fucking window!"[/b][/color] [color=lightcoral][b]"Wait! Let me get my clothes first!"[/b][/color] [color=moccasin][b]"Nine. Eight. Seven. Six."[/b][/color] The speed at which this non-shinobi gathered his clothes from the living room floor was astounding. For an almost naked woman, Tsukiko was still clearly intimidating. Only after the front door slammed closed did Tsukiko start laughing. [color=moccasin][b]"Fuckin' idiot."[/b][/color]

She noticed that the bowl of cereal was hardly touched. Capitalizing on this, Tsukiko decided to claim the breakfast as her own, sitting down and eating the prepared food before continuing with her morning rituals. After a shower and a change of clothes, Tsukiko looked uncharacteristically well-kept. But that was simply because she was yet to do her morning workout. After stepping out of her apartment into the complex hallway, notably not locking the door, Tsukiko found several suspicious young men waiting at the end of the hallway. Upon seeing her, they began to withdraw baseball bats and knives. Despite the fact that Tsukiko now had her weapons on her as well, she simply grinned and put her fists up. [color=moccasin][b]"You little shits want another beating?"[/b][/color] she taunted, causing the oldest looking hoodlum to scowl. [color=green][b]"We're gonna pay you back for attacking us the other day, bitch!"[/b][/color] he retorted, pointing the knife in his hand at her.

Before the group could even traverse the hallway and reach Tsukiko, she suddenly appeared right in front of the group. The eldest, who stood at the front, was shocked by her speed. But his surprise didn't afford him any extra reaction speed. Tsukiko gripped his knife hand by the wrist, before twisting his arm and bringing the heel of her other palm into his elbow. A gnarly crunch was heard and the thug shouted in pain. His knife clanged to the floor before he even hit it, with his arm contorted outwards and tears already forming in his eyes. This sudden attack immediately demoralized the others, who were now three in number. The next nearest, a heavier fellow, raised his bat in preparation for a downward swing. But he never had the opportunity to swing as Tsukiko's boot met his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of his lungs and sending him careening down the hallway and crashing into a wall.

His bat never reached the floor as Tsukiko snatched it out of the air. Instead of hitting the next thug in line with it, she swung the bat with one arm and smashed it into the knife he was holding. He let out a yelp of pain as the blade was stabbed into the wall, which notably had other stab marks on it from previous fights. Before he could recover, Tsukiko pressed the tip of the bat against his forehead and shoved him backwards, forcing him to fall on his back on the ground. Stepping over him, Tsukiko placed her left boot against his face and twisted it a few times. The last hoodlum was frozen in place, unsure if he should help his buddies or retreat and save himself an ass-kicking. As the teen underneath her foot began to shout in pain, his last friend broke into a run down the hallway. [color=moccasin][b]"No you don't."[/b][/color] With a skillful toss, Tsukiko sent the bat into the back of the thug's head, sending him to his face on the floor.

With all four hoodlums dispatched, Tsukiko removed her boot from the victim's face and brushed some hair out of her face. [color=moccasin][b]"Try harder next time, boys,"[/b][/color] she stated simply, walking down the hallway. [color=moccasin][b]"Next time I won't use my hands, if it makes it easier for you."[/b][/color]

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An hour had passed, and Tsukiko was now looking as disheveled as she always does. It was always a mystery how she could get so dirty without directly rolling around in dirt, but her morning workout did consist of exercising in the woods outside Konoha. With nobody ever around to witness her exercises, it could only be speculated as to how she manages. Presently, the Honeybadger was walking into the Hokage's Office building with her usual swagger. There were several other shinobi lined up to receive mission files from any of the available desks, but Tsukiko didn't particularly feel like waiting in a line.

After walking past the line, without sparing them a single glance, Tsukiko approached a desk that had just recently opened up. [color=steelblue][b]"Hey, you have to wait your-"[/b][/color] the man behind the desk began to lecture, before being rudely interrupted by Tsukiko. [color=moccasin][b]"Is Fujitora in yet?"[/b][/color] The man, who was notably smaller in stature than Tsukiko and also wore glasses, seemed surprised that she wasn't pestering him for a job. [color=steelblue][b]"I believe he's still on lunch break."[/b][/color] This confused the wild woman, who stood upright and brought a finger to her lips. [color=moccasin][b]"Lunch? What time is it? I should really buy a clock..."[/b][/color]