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@Yorutenchi Aye I'll review you when you're done. Unlike Vuur who has 4 day long classes (in his defense Sota didn't really appear since.)


Aoi Don Maquia


Tango





One second in the fight and the clown's attention would already be deviated toward her phone vibrating. Expecting it to be her specially selected medic for this unique occasion, she'd quickly get disillusioned as it was simply a system update, causing her to phone-palm. Strangely enough, Yuna wasn't responsive and yet she was summoned at least fifteen minutes ago, added to that would be the usually punctual nature of such a demand from a Jonin and the responsibilities held by the Hojo these days. Big booms and rapid successions of hits were all too common for this colorful shinobi and the fun only resided in the idea that she was winning something no matter the alternative. Still, she was disconcerted by the redhead's absence, causing her inner OCD to spam the girl with messages as waves of dust flew by her as residues of the battle.

oi were r u???
Aoi


Hello??!!! wii need u!
Aoi


plzplzplz da 2 barberions r guna hurt lots!!!!! :C
Aoi


As flooding of the Hojo's message box filled with such pointless reminders in very short intervals, Chokashi's Buddhist palm would finally shake things up to the point that Aoi would drop her activities for a second. The shockwave would blow her hair backwards and completely ruin it, prompting her cheeks to inflate in irritation. When she took a peek at what exactly they were doing, they both seemed in bad shape, especially Chokashi as she tripled his belly's size. And finally BAM, Daisuke delivered what seemed to be a coup de grâce on the rolling boulder, Chokashi falling over in defeat. Cocking a brow, the harlequin didn't quite know what to announce yet. After all, they were only at it for twenty seconds tops, far from being enough for the girl to do other distractions out of sloth. But before she'd make any conclusions, a wild Akimichi clan leader appeared and caught Aoi off guard.

"WAAAAHHHH! Whew whew... Erm yes yes! He ... Could do better, yeah! ... Wait, I invited family and friends?!"

With that little fright, she held her hand over her chest as her now employer said what he had to say, and she responded as cookie cutter as possible. Of course, she barely watched the fight so she couldn't give anything consistent or comment about either fighting style. A bad habit but she always liked surprises, and when she'd handle them both, it'd be an entirely new surprise when she'd fight them for the most part. She was now trying to recall if she had indeed invited anyone other than Yuna for practical reasons, though not all that practical given her status. Finally she'd notice Chen, a really weird guy she didn't seem to have a good vibe about. Then again, openly hostile sociopaths would give that impression to anyone, even when faking, contrarily to well adapted psychopaths. She wasn't one to read others, but her social skills made it easy for her the harlequin to notice red flags. Nonetheless, she waved at him, giving the bare minimum to not have to talk.

"... Hey! No no no Mister Akimichi! Chokashi has to pay for it by himself~ That's the deal! And if Daisuke is the winner ..."

She'd stand on her feet, appearing much taller than she normally was before swiftly jumping toward the buff man. Her feet would aim to land on the damaged man's now hair-filled head and she'd remain there like a resting vulture. As a small reward, she'd pass him a small box of apple juice he could savor before the BBQ would have to be setup.

"Drink up, 'cause I promised you a mission if you win! Well then~ Our mission is to get the BBQ ready~ And of course, you have you carry your captain!~"

Aoi would stay standing on his head, more practically on one foot as she balanced herself easily. If she'd be brushed off beforehand, she'd simply hop back up. The positive side to this was that she was evidently light, but she could also make herself lighter with the correct posture and balancing. In exchange, Daisuke had better not move around too much or he'll feel the whiplash for at least a week.






Gian
-
The Nobleman's Walk


The Ruined Scenery





Gin was being tenderized like freshly found meat, though not in the way he'd expect. The individual in the cloak would consistently make strong and swift movements to translate a form of graveness to their strikes and accentuate the amount of damage it was inflicting. In reality however, their orders were not to break him physically but mentally, after all he could have his final uses and a maimed tool is a useless one. The various drugs injected in Gin would of course make him have powerful hallucinations all the while being stuck on the harsh reality that was currently his. The guts and blood would only be a result of what his brain would deduce from such pain and his senses were of course tampered with other than feeling, just not as much. The concealed figure was simply inflicting superficial wounds, usually in areas that wouldn't be too conspicuous if he were to be dressed up. But the pain was very much real, and this person knew exactly where to jab a scalpel in order to get excellent results.

Not once did the individual make a single effort of communication, let alone talk to Gin. The paper the young man saw was of course intentional to break his morale. Because exhausting him physically wasn't an option, the hooded figure didn't opt to force the boy to stand permanently for the whole process, but instead kept him tied up to a table and had a drop of water fall on his forehead in irregular intervals. The water droplet torture method, known to make someone mad in sordid anticipation in astounding speed. This would happen every second he'd be locked up, tortured or not, so he'd evidently find solace when the torturer would leave. The air conditioning positioned in front of his face and body when left to rest up and feed would prove to be the worst hell, combined with his body being constantly damp by the drops of water and he'd feel the extent of his mind's limits.

Finally, after a week of this endless cycle, two silhouettes would walk out of the only door leading to this torture room. Gin being left with his cuts and his drenched face. The difference here would be that he was sat down on a steel chair with chakra cuffs tied to his hands behind the chair. His feet were also tired to avoid any funny business of course, but he wasn't in a physical condition to struggle much with such sleep depravity. The hooded torturer would stay at the entrance's level, their glowing eyes glaring directly into Gin's soul before it would turn back and leave. The person walking toward the broken white haired shinobi would be a masked man looking like a jester with a golden attire and multiple features in its clothes style that almost made it seem redundant. As the man got closer, Gin would feel some sort of genuine tension in the air that would not only cause mild nausea but sting even the smallest cuts to a point where it seemed like they were being stabbed once more. Added to that would be the increased bleeding.

"Oh my, even with a soft treatment you look like utter crap. Hmmm, Gin Kakiyama, age 21, born in Kirigakure, transferred to Konoha since a few years now. I bet it's for the scenery huh? Blood type O+, aren't you a generous type; Dad died as a hero and mum's as vulnerable as ever for a twisted fuck like me to screw with you some more. Hmmm, blah blah blah, nothing noteworthy really other than some dumb ambition about being some swordsman. Typical Kiri indeedo."

As he spoke in length about Gin's profile, reading it off a paper he was already holding, he'd grab a wooden chair and set it before Gin with only a meter of distance. Gian would set it the wrong way, backside in front of the tortured Gin, and he'd sit on it like some bored cop with arms crossed and laying on the top. His blank, white eyes concealed by the mask would scrutinize the boy some more before the mysterious man would grin widely.

"Hah, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Gian, and I'll be your best friend today, Gin. And I can see we have at least one thing in common. Guess what it is? If you do, I'll release you from those chains so you can stretch a bit, how does that sound? Oh, and I'm one to give lots and lots of second chances, so if you miss I guess you can also answer this: Why do you think you're here?"

The way he seemed to see this as some form of casual chitchat or interview would likely be unnerving to most people, but it was evident that people of this caliber were at least desensitized to such acts and even executed them frequently to have things done. He didn't release any hostility however, not like the hooded figure. Plus, he was going to hold his word and release the boy, knowing full well he wouldn't stand a chance again the jester. To confirm his promise, he'd show the key to the chains at the tip of his index finger, spinning like a spin top. All the while, the droplets kept falling on the new empty table, making a well pronounced sound that Gin could hear very, very well.
@Yorutenchi Yes newcomers are always welcome!


Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer





Ayame was always the uptight party pooper when things weren't so professional, it was evident that she wasn't destined to have a Human Resources worthy position like Fujitora did. He'd shrug at her remark before nabbing the beer Tsukiko presented to Fujitora in natural caution, entirely expected from someone of her caliber, especially knowing the person who served her said drink. Without a care in the world, he shugged most of the drink in one go, the glass of wine still in the other hand as he quickly took the appearance of a silly, intoxicated man in a cheesy event party. At least one of the Choko would ease up the mood while the two females did their best to accentuate the omnipresent hostility. Leaving about a third of the can's contents, the ex commander tossed the container back at the feral woman before sitting back down on his abandoned seat, setting the glass of wine on the Hokage's bureau.

"Hey, it came with the territory. You two should stop acting like it's some childhood friendship being broken because of some hot chick getting in the mix. Trust and friendship means little, yet strangely so much too, in this league."

He responded to this trust issue they were both discussing, the only man of the room simply responding that they all took a path where killing people behind their back could be as casual as buying milk. Bonus points for in being no only in the higher ranks of the system, but politics related too. He leaned his back against the chair, making himself more than comfortable as Ayame revealed the contents of that special box he already recognized as it was being presented. It brought back memories, recent ones that dated barely six years ago when Zeno was in this exact same position and he was sitting in this exact same chair. Only he could see this situation in such a strange and almost amusing angle, but the nostalgia factor had little impact on him, after all he agreed to kill the man who promoted him and considered him his right hand.

"Well damn. You may have even beaten me at the position by a few months I think. I'd bring confetti but as you can see, I'm awfully jealous right now."

He remarked with humor, helping himself with a new cigar as he took another glimpse at the armband that was previously his. This was going to be the safest way to keep her on a leash all the while exploiting her best qualities to the fullest without any fear of backlash. Then again, she could very well be suspicious about it, but his response regarding their status would apply here too. If they wanted her dead, it wouldn't be that hard to have it happen, and she knew this. Plus she was close to Ayame, a position that enabled the Choko to dispose of the previous Hokage. To give that position easily translated a high amount of confidence and authenticity to their word of keeping her alive out of genuine friendship and gratitude.

"But before you take it, I want to be clear that if you judge it necessary to eliminate us, I won't think ill of you. I even encourage it. However I am a shinobi, just like you, and Zeno was my friend. You do not need the intel of this position we're offering to know that acting rash toward us may not be a great life choice. Whether it is for you, or for any greater good you can think of, Tsukiko. But then again, if that greater good involves getting rid of the broom up Aya's posterior, can't say I'll disagree."

He snickered, enjoying his cigar like a boss.
@Prince Rivera As long as you don't have a carbon copy of magic eyes, all is good.

If you want a summary I'll gladly give you one once you've applied. If you're worried about integration, there's no worry, we can easily place you once you've been approved. It's usually done through skype and we establish a safe route for you to enter without interrupting anything.





Moments went by and barely any activity in the Hyuuga mansion occurred. Unfazed, the robot would only conclude that they were either sleeping due to a lack of early morning duties or the rain had hit their patience limit. Nonetheless, its particular interest for Chihiro prompted the living scrap metal to use the thermal visor to see through the thin walls of the old buildings, eventually noticing Chihiro's unique silhouette laying next to another female-like body. N.C.4 couldn't make many conclusions from that other than the heir had a visitor, though its thoughts were inevitably geared toward that drunken troublemaker. More and more activity accumulated as two extra silhouettes approached her rooms, many screams and hostile movements followed. It didn't help that the sounds could be hear from the drone's position, encouraging it to actually get close to the main house and observe the phenomenon.

Now at the roof of the main mansion, it could distinguish the various individuals involved more clearly, and acknowledge the sense behind their dialogues. The voice of Momoi became clear, as well as Takeo Hyuuga's, but the third voice could only be associated to this kid who seemed to roam near Chihiro more often these days. There was no reason for it to penetrate the household, nothing of true danger manifested itself and it had even less reasons to be around there in the first place. It had to become inventive to actually establish some contact with Chihiro and figure out what was the issue. Not that it actually mattered, but it had this strange hunch that the delinquent girl was in the room, poisoning the young heir's mind with distractions that could wreck even the shiniest of stars. Whipping out its phone, it would type something without even looking at it.

Hiro. Entrance in fives minutes. Various post-operation verifications are required. Bring your associates if need be.
-Jun.
Unknown Number


With that text sent, the robot leaped from the roof and landed at the spot it planned on meeting Chihiro at: The Entrance. It stood still and stiff under the merciless rain, hoping that through the cover of this examination to determine her condition to resume missions, it would figure out the place of that intoxicated individual in the Hyuuga's life. The more it thought of it, the more N.C.4 realized just how pointless Chihiro's lover was and how much her presence would impede the rising star's destiny of being a beacon for this village. It didn't believe in hope, but it has an efficient way of asserting information and making sensible predictions based on profile. Chihiro would be envisioned as an elite while Momoi, although talented, would end up like all the talents with a very powerful fault: In the trashes of the city.

Arms crossed, it did not mind for one second that its body was dampened by the endless drizzle, its eyes seemingly absent as they stared down at the muddy ground. The water didn't rise much in the area, likely due to it being at a hill, but it found that fact interesting nonetheless.






Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer


Yami Kara no Mezame





"Aha! I speak of that particular clan as 'cursed'. So far they've been rather efficient, cursed or not. Like hell am I falling for such superstitions. Though ... They do make it easier to have a little Uchiha kid join the 11th once in a while."

He chuckled, musing at the fact that now he was leading a rather serious organization and couldn't stop to think of the ethical side of work. Rather, he mostly saw the fighting potential in each, and the Uchiha were inevitably the best in terms of innate ability, likely one of the reason why they're still not all that appreciated. Fujitora liked them a lot for that, they made his life easier and they were just grand to stared directly at the eyes, only to fall into their dominating genjutsu. And then suddenly Tsukiko came in, but the ex commander didn't even stand up out of respect. He was still her superior and of course she still had to know her place despite the relaxed nature of this encounter.

He'd scoot his seat over a bit to leave place for the drenched woman to sit on the remaining chair. Fujitora would then gesture the feral woman to sit down in a polite manner, a genuinely warming grin on his face as he was of course pleased to have his ex-subordinate join them at such a time, especially after the recent events. Ayame served them some special drinks, which made the tall man snicker before helping himself to some good old red.

"Wow Aya. The way you go as far as to bring QUALITY beer along with some good wine here just makes use look more and more like typical bad guys in movies. We're probably not that far off in terms of image these days to the populace, then again politics never change aye? Haha."

Laughing off this scene of self-consciousness he was giving, he didn't seem to mind that they weren't giving off the best example to pretty much anyone in the village, and this made it appear more ludicrous than it had to be. Fujitora wasn't going to change just because the had invaded the village, though, which would likely spark some red lights to people like Tsukiko who were close to him. He appeared so comfortable with the fact that he'd act exactly the same as he did when he was lying to everyone when he was in a position of trust toward the Hokage. He'd randomly stand up and walk over to a large yet old music player at the end of the office. It was Gonba's when he was spending long hours in the office.

"Hoho, this one will make us go through Stereotype lane. I'll raise my pinky when drinking from now on, we'll also need steak. Say, how was your hunt, Tsukiko? Any good meat you'd prefer? This villain-like scene will probably end up with Aya laughing uncontrollably, am I right?"

He'd look at his sister with the lamest of grins, expecting her to play along in this masquerade of humor. When he turned on the player (the music playing would be the Post's theme), he'd wiggle his finger in the air to follow the melody's tune, all the while grabbing his drink as he kept his over the top act a little more to ease up the tension, or maybe raise it if Tsukiko got the wrong idea. She was in the lion's den anyway so it didn't matter all too much how she'd react.

"But seriously. Do you want to kill me? Right here, right now?"
@Prince Rivera Yep yep we are c:


Aoi Don Maquia


Let's Stay Positive!





A week had followed since her last assignment, a bureaucratic one to add salt to injury, and the clown was growing increasingly bored. Her lover was gone doing some hunting and shinobi jobs were scarce, including the least amusing. Those who were asked to work the most were patrol chuunin at the edges of town and she couldn't be one of those anymore because of her rank. Not that it would help her boredom that much anyway. The depressing rain didn't help much either, the soothing effect it had on her quickly died out when the sound of droplets hitting the window was as common as breathing. There wouldn't even be a flood which would prompt her to act a little too heroic, at least not in the outskirts. With each passing minute her desire to do something grew, and the BBQ quickly felt like Christmas to a sleepless child for Aoi. When the day finally came, she did her maximum to look her best. A fancy blue dress, mild makeup, hair carefully brushed and every minute detail accounted for.

She left her mobile home in a hurry, forgetting to stick a note on the fridge for Akio when she'd come back from her current mission. Just as she got back she was summoned to do some mission regarding information; the clown didn't know much about it and found these types of operations a little too complicated for her. Releasing her multi-colored umbrella, she was ready to go and enjoy another stormy day on the damp streets of Konoha until she'd reach the Akimichi compound. She didn't take long since the Akimichi's was't too far off the outskirts which were in turn close to Smalltown. The jonin didn't bother to manifest her presence however, no she went full shinobi ninja on everyone and trespassed like a delinquent into the battlefield where she'd swiftly find herself a nice training log to sit on before getting this party started.

hey yuna chan tiem 2 healz da big bois!!!! >;3 <333 inda feelds btw
Aoi


She quickly texted as she scrolled down through her phone to check if she got any messages in the meantime. By the, the two fighters would be standing in the mud covered training field. A lot of it was just dirt and shattered rocks along with many distortions of the land considering giants were using this place regularly to duke it out. There were only a few training logs at the edges near the large fences that surrounded the massive field. She grinned at the sight of her two buddies about to lash out at each other to determine who would be the one exempted from paying the full price of a Collector's edition 3DS.

"Okay Bois! Kick yo butts now so we can have first dibs on the ribs! First one I declare to lose, loses!"

She wailed to encourage her friends to start this battle. She observed to make sure none of them got out of hand, after all it was her job as their superior to insure the stupidity levels didn't reach critical levels. It didn't prevent her from strolling on her phone from time to time like a disinterested teen who had absolutely no shame in displaying her boredom. Luckily for them she simply multitasked to get some things done on her side too. However because of this and the harsh rainfall, she couldn't see nor hear Chen nearby commenting and wandering around in the first place.

kiki wassup??? luv u!! <3333 (^3^)
Aoi










After its return to Konoha, the robot that had just finished a top priority mission was finally set back into a passive state in the 11th Corp's depths. It didn't feel anything from the past experience nor did it regret leaving Gin behind to be slaughtered by these psychopaths at the Tonaka castle. To N.C.4, the mission was complete, its absolute superior having not only received the operation's content but also dismissed it through approval. However as it sat down at the same, abandoned store in the Financial District to wait for its next assignment, it dove into the abyss that was the thought of his past colleague, Chihiro. At first it simply recalled the events to calculate various ways the events could have went and updating itself on more efficient alternatives to face such variables in the future. But the more it analyzed, the more Chihiro's behavior and expressions seemed to spark something else in its mind. A combination of fascination and dumb confusion overwhelmed it and made it consider the idea of allocating through processes to her case despite it having no real added value to its main use: Performances.

Upon making a conclusion that Chihiro had a form of importance compared to the common people is was meant to defend, the robot's left eye twitched only once. There was something it simply couldn't comprehend and was growing more and more dedicated to understanding the anomaly that was the Hyuuga heir. Was it her will? Or perhaps her dedication to the smaller details that concerned the village? Elements that, for N.C.4, seemed rather ludicrous to have on a leader of a prospering nation were suddenly factors that made it reflect deeper than various numbers and probabilities. It wouldn't go as far as using silly emotional explanations, but there was surely something about her charisma that convinced it that she could very well be something beyond what its rational eyes could see.

It was only a couple of days after the mission's end that N.C.4 acted without orders for the first time in a while. It had no problem getting around unnoticed, even by its fellow 11th Corp as it knew their patterns by heart. Every evening, near 18:00, it'd be standing on a massively tall tree's branch to have a good view on the Hyuuga compound's grounds. It was usually at this time that Chihiro would see her girlfriend, Momoi Yasei, without others in the household noticing. The robot quickly grew a dislike for that individual. Momoi could be considered a loose canon, consider her very laid back life and tendencies to go wander despite Konoha regulations. Added to that her intoxication problems were majorly negative influences for Chihiro. N.C.4 didn't go as far as to see Hiro as a form of daughter, but for a prospering light of Konoha, she had no place with this ticking time bomb.

It didn't help that this Hajime individual was added to Chihiro's often frequented individuals recently. A cousin of her's but evidently with a particular goal. The robot couldn't make too many conclusions, but if it were to find out that he'd be attempting to get her away from the compound, possibly the only save haven for someone of her status these days, it would certainly disagree as well. It didn't take the role of a parent, but it slowly started to consider itself as the guardian of the greater good that was Chihiro.

It now waited, earlier than usual, on one of the roofs of the Hyuuga mansion, hoping to be noticed by Chihiro eventually so it could address her about the issues it could have observed. Little did it know who else would have the righteous idea of seeing her at early hours as well.






Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer


Magic is Everything





It was perhaps the longest week of his life for the ex Jonin commander now Head of the 11th Corp. Fujitora was slowly but surely adapting to the overwhelming workload that came with reforming the entire 11th Corp along with the usual every day work and meetings. It didn't have that much of a toll on him, considering Jonin Commander was no cake walk as a job either, but he could feel the responsibility being worlds apart from one another. Luckily, he could take some time off to tie up some loose ends and deal with Tsukiko's position in all this, and what better way to do that than to invite her to the new Hokage's place directly? She'd be the first to have that honor, as such she'd already have bragging rights. A squad of four 11th Corp agents were sent to pick her up and 'escort' her to the location, not that Fujitora expected her to let herself be accompanied like some vulnerable little girl.

The man in question was sitting on a visitor's seat, opposite to his sister's claimed throne behind the massive office that was the Hokage's. As usual, he was smoking on something. If one were to take a closer look, they'd see the top quality of the cigar in his mouth and of course question the use of his power to gain access to such novelties. Puffing away, he gave his sister multiple counts of silly faces to distract her as he blew the cloud of smoke right at her, doing his best to prevent any form of work as they waited for the feral Jonin to arrive.

"So ... Life as a ruler. How does it feel? Sure as hell ain't a cake walk down at Shady People Incorporated. A bunch of crazy drones these agents are at times. Damn."

It was true that Fujitora had a hard time asserting the nearly emotionless 11th Corp agents, despite agreeing with the utility of this type of individual. They were unreadable, almost scary in a sense that they could literally kill anyone with just one order without questioning it unlike typical shinobi who would often question morality behind certain acts. They were but tools made of flesh. The positive side was that he hadn't gotten angry since his talk with Katsu as no externality would come over and impose their opinion at the workplace. Actually his opinion, even as a bad job, was considered to be the most valuable because of his position. He liked that.

"Anyway. I took care of the Eye issue Zeno kept lingering to promote Sage knows what with other countries and superpowers. It didn't take that much effort either, especially with the ... Unique squad I've concocted. You've read the report so I ain't pissing anymore details on you."

With that said, she'd crush the burning end of the cigar against the ashtray on the bureau and patiently waited for Tsukiko to come over so they could have a nice, soothing chat accompanied with inevitably yelling and furniture breaking. The price to pay for an efficient guard dog, sacrifice a few teared up cushions for one hell of a ball biter.
Ascension of a New Leaf

1 Week later - Subarc 3.5


A week had passed since the Hokage, Zeno Hakarasu, was brutally murdered in front of Konoha's leading shinobi force by his trusted assistant Ayame Choko and his right hand man Fujitora Choko. Ever since, the leaf had been drenched in a never ending drizzle akin to Amegakure's constant rainfall. Apart from the weather, shinobi were not all that affected by these changes, there has actually be a decrease in mission activity. However they all knew this was bound to change sooner or later, and today the Choko assert themselves as the leaders they've promised to be, no matter the cost that it may entail. A long day awaits the Konoha nin whether it is in a lighthearted festivity or deep within the lion's den.



Steamy Investigations

Akio Tendou, squad leader
Reihana Minamoru
Nobunaga Inuzuka
Seta Kunisada

@Raijinslayer @Partisan @Kal-El @Mugin




After the meeting had been conducted, and the reports that Saburo made had been delivered to Fujitora and Ayame Choko, a decision had to be made. Given that most of the clans seemed unwilling to fight back against the coup, bar one, the decision was easy. A quick mission was drawn up to investigate the Hojo bathhouse given recent suspicions only being furthered by their act in the meeting. It was finally time to act on some of these suspicions, such as investigating the clans ties to questionable entities. All in all the investigation had been some time coming, even under the reign of Zeno Hakarasu, but has recently been kickstarted by the new Hokage.

The selected chunin to lead this mission was Akio Tendou, a promising chunin in truth, handpicked by Ayame Choko to test her field effectiveness and see if she is capable of the job. The others were picked simply for availability, and are all considered good followers, to make sure that Akio gets a team she can actually work with. The chunin are also capable, each and every one in their own ways, and are complimentary to eachother. Nobunaga is the short ranged swordsman, Reihana and Akio both have medium range capabilities, with Seta to top it off with a summoning expert.

However this mission doesn't revolve around combat - quite the contrary, it revolves around finding out as much as they can about the Hojo clan, a relatively new clan all together, and no limits were placed on what info is required and what isn't. In short, every detail is of importance.



The Good, The Bad and The Retard

Reijo Minamoru
Kaito Maru
Shin Maru

@j8cob @Partisan




The day after the meeting, Reijo does indeed follow Kaito Maru's orders, sending a minor Yakuza thug to the meetingplace, with a weapon in his hands. It's now up to Shin to arrest the man and do his part of the job. Upon arrival at his home the prior day, Reijo spent an awful lot of time contemplating what Kaito could possibly wanted, but came up empty. Kaito was a mysterious man, just like how Reijo kept to himself largely. The key difference was that Kaito's plottings often related more to his visions of order and peace, while Reijo was motivated by power and money. A true clash, but a powerful force if combined.. that's all that Reijo could come up with.



Trouble in Trap Town

Katsu Hyuuga, Squad Leader
Yamato Minamoru
Giichi Uzumaki
Tatsuya Terumi

@AgentFallenSoul@Partisan@Renny@Raijinslayer@Kimono




The Hokage, Ayame Choko, was recently contacted by a contact in a country not too far away. Systemetical thefts of artworks and other valuables had been occuring recently in the borders of small, meaningless villages and countries. The prime targets seem to be valuable artifacts, although there were also just random valuables stolen.

Normally, these missions would be given to a squad of genin, since it surrounds a meaningless thief who fancies himself a master thief and thus goes around and steals items worth stealing. However, the contact has stressed that the thefts so far had been nearly untraceable, no, even so mysterious that they suspect a shinobi is the criminal involved in this case. For that reason, Ayame has personally picked Katsu Hyuuga as the squad leader, since he has the byakugan, a valuable tool in searching for the criminal.

Furthermore, Yamato was selected for his prowess in battle, in case the criminal turns out to be an actual shinobi. The same goes for Giichi and Tatsuya, who are perhaps a bit more collected and calm than Yamato, and will be able to help in the investigation.



It Runs in the Family

Saburo Uchiha, ''Squad leader''
Daiki Naito
Yuen Uchiha

@Partisan@Renny@Write




Word on the street says a man known as Fuyushi can supply the highest bidders with the 'cursed eyes', an issue only now being addressed by the authorities after three years. Although this mission may entail much more than just an arrest, this is the 11th Corp's first step into establishing a new process in order to reduce the gangrene poisoning Konoha.

The goal of the mission is simple: Locate Fuyushi, confirm his identity and incriminate him for organ trafficking. The 11th Corp will handle minor details and the capture of associated individuals. The choice of what agents have been used in this operation seems to translate something that goes beyond simply taking down another thug.

Fuyushi is an individual known well to any bearer of the sharingan, given that he frequently chases them if he sees the opportunity. He has always gotten away with it due to his complicated but useful set of skills. The 11th corps would like to learn more about this set of skills, so preferably he is to be caught alive. However his dangerous nature, as a shinobi and also his personality, leads the 11th corps to have authorised lethal force. The usage of the 2 non 11th corps shinobi was however, done on purpose. It's the 11th corps way of opening up their ranks a bit more, to show that they are not the evil that some perceive them to be. The two selected shinobi were selected for their Sharingans, to make sure they can combat anything Fuyushi throws at them.



The Age of Steel

N.C.4
Chihiro Hyuuga
Hajime Hyuuga
Momoi Yasei

@Savato@AgentFallenSoul@Partisan@Akashi Mayhiro




It's a typical day in the Hyuuga compound and Hajime prepares to execute Iwao's demand concerning Chihiro. The issue is that Momoi holds the same idea but only to have her live with Chihiro alone. Added to that would be N.C.4 pahtological obsession over Chihiro after the previous mission, prompting it to take part in this micro-feud and things are inevitably going to get heated.



Akimichi's (cholesterol) Heart

Chokashi Akimichi, "Squad Leader"
Aoi Don Maquia
Daisuke Yama
Yuna Hojo
Chen Chideta

@FallenTrinity@Savato@Lost in my Mind@Kimono@floodtalon




On the battlefield dedicated to the Akimichi will commence the promised sparring match between Daisuke and Chokashi. Aoi planned it so that she would win something from it no matter the alternative, so as consolation she summoned Yuna to at least cater to the poor lads after crushing each other to save a few pennies. All the while, Chen is also summoned by the Akimichi household as a sponsor for the grandiose event and is free to associate himself with his colleagues. He better hold his tongue however as Aoi demonstrated a keen lust for fighting nowadays!

No matter the alternative, the BBQ event is to happen and more or less anyone is welcome to do whatever they want as long as it remains reasonable. Hopefuly nothing bad will happen during such a jolly time...



Fancy Talk for a Dog

Ayame Choko
Fujitora Choko
Tsukiko Umene

@j8cob @Partisan @Savato




After recent events, and allowing the Honeybadger of Konohagakure to calm down, an informal invitation was extended from Ayame and Fujitora Choko to Tsukiko Umene. A dinner at the Hokages' office, away from prying eyes and the 11th corps constantly watching over Tsukiko's back. All at Fujitora's orders of course. The contents of the discussion remain hidden from Tsukiko for now, under the guise of a normal, friendly meeting as friends. Recent events will likely prove to Tsukiko however that this might not be the case.

Not showing up, however, will not be an option for her.
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