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Another day, another ryo.

Living in Amegakure made getting D-Rank missions easy. He’d helped efforts in Himin Machi, and now they had more work. It seemed like what he did on security in Hidaka. The only difference: Himin Machi was tame by comparison. A better location. Nothing he couldn’t handle.

Chikap wore a sleeveless lavender jacket, with matte black undershirt and trousers. Bandages wrapped around his sleeves with a folded up umbrella that rested against his shoulder. A light fragrance of clover permeated around him.

He stood in a square near a concrete roadway ramp leading below towards old buildings cloaked by shadows. Nearby a fountain bubbled water from its base, and families with children threw coins in. Pleasant laughter graced the air in tandem with the hissing stream.

They had to ensure ordinances were followed and seek people trying to subvert them. A genin helper would arrive before they entered the slums. The chunin waited patiently for them. He was feeling motivated by the positive nature of the mission.

Stepping forward with black boots, he rested against the railings and looked toward Himin Machi with anticipation. There weren’t wishing wells or dreams down there yet. He hoped they’d soon return laughter to the people living there.

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PETTY CRIMES

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[Kirigara Sugita]

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[attr="class","mnt"]Sugita could hear the fountain from afar, signaling that he was quickly approaching the meeting point with the man he was supposedly supposed to group with for a D-Rank mission in the slums. A part of him was curious, though he left the thoughts behind him. He would meet the man soon enough. Sugita wasn’t a hard person to get along with, and he didn’t easily find enemies, so how hard would meeting another teammate be?

The young man wore a fairly typical Amegakure attire, though it bolstered more defensive utility than most with a silver chest plate and side guards. Bandages covered his arms and were wrapped loosely around his neck. A sleeveless black undershirt and tactile pants accented his attire.

He saw a figure resting against the railings, and discretely and quietly approached. Grey eyes landed on its target in the distance. Himin Machi.

The same greys shifted towards the man. "Maboroshi Chikap, was it?” he questioned. "Kirigara Sugita. Pleasure.” he said, his hand resting on the hilt of the large blade at his back, only to sadly remember it was not there. The point of this mission was to remain out of view and gather information for the Ame Lord. The chance of combat was little to none, and anything they would run into on a D-Rank mission could likely be handled with a raised voice if it came to anything.

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As footsteps approached, Chikap turned his head sideways without leaving his leaning position. He gave a subtle wave of his hand.

"Yes, that’s me. Nice meeting you, Sugita. You can call me Kap.” He pushed up and stood straight, revealing his nose to be level with the genin’s forehead protector. He offered the teen a fist bump to dispel illusions of formality. This would be a simple mission. If they ignored him for more than a few seconds, he’d push it aside like he was stretching.

Very smooth.

Making sure they weren’t being cased, he looked left and right. Then he formed three hand seals. White smoke enveloped his form, and he presented himself anew. His umbrella turned seaweed green and bedraggled. It had as many holes as it did off colored patches.

"We’ve got to go quiet like.” His voice sounded hoarse. The chunin’s face replaced by a man with ruddy cheeks covered in a thick brown fuzz. Their skin was coarse and peppered with blackheads. He grinned with a yellowed smile. One front tooth seemed to be missing, several others crooked.

He looked at Sugita expecting he’d do something similar. It’d be easier for them to go unnoticed under a guise. Besides, it was fun to wear disguises.

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Kirigara Sugita

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[Kirigara Sugita]

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[attr="class","sugita"]Sugita nodded, though he’d not admit that Kap was a bit of a weird alias. Who as he to judge, however? The young man said nothing about it, though he did feel immediately more comfortable with the subtle fist bump. Sugita nodded with a subtle smile in return.

Grey eyes waited for Kap to transform, and the boy caught on rather quickly, changing into a form of his own with the same handseals. His clone took on the form of a similar nature, though he took the form of a woman with greying hair. At least he didn’t have to worry about transforming Gingādo as well. It would likely eat away at his chakra quickly, though he still felt off without his friend at his back.

Sugita would be following closely behind the Academy Instructor, doing his best to attract no attention. Grey eyes hovered from side to side, watching others around them subtly to ensure that they weren’t being noticed or followed as well. He nodded to Kap, and his footsteps were mostly silent on the ground.

The two would make way for their destination in the slums. The first stop was the ensure that the homeowners were doing as they were told with the Cease-and-Desist letters sent by Lord Sanosuke. Their first stop was just ahead, Sugita. Stayed back, his eyes investigating the dwelling. At first glance, it appeared no one was even home. Behind a cupped hand as he imitated a yawn, Sugita would speak to Kap as quietly as he could manage, "What do you think? Should we move to the next or investigate this one further?”

Just as he’d finished, it seemed as though a shadow behind the curtains moved. They didn’t appear to be watching Kap or Sugita, but they were certainly keeping an eye out for something.

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To be on patrol again delighted Chikap. While they were strolling, he talked of Himin Machi to pass time. Once they arrived Sugita focused on the ramshackle hut, and a trash bin along the roadway caught Kap’s eye. He stuck his hand inside and fished a cease-and-desist order with torn edges out.

Interesting.

After hearing Sugita’s question, he swiveled toward them, burying the wrinkled script under his arm. Chikap tracked movement behind the moth-eaten curtains. The crumbling house was inhabited. He caressed fake stubble on his dimpled chin. "Let’s take a closer look.” He waved garbage stench away and walked to the front door.

The entry had seen better days. Scratched brown wood peaked through cracked grey enamel. Masking tape held the torn corners of his clue up at the door’s center. Maybe the person living inside tore the posting off or watched the one responsible for it. He hid the paper in his coat.

Chikap gave Sugita a gesture to keep vigilant. Afterwards, he knocked three times. He stood by. An elderly woman with frazzled grey hairs opened the door halfway.

"What do you want?”

"Well, my ma read signs they’ve strewn around here. We were checking to see if you'd heard more."

"Don’t know. Don’t care.”

A crashing noise sounded from behind the hut. The elder cringed and a bead of sweat dripped downward on her forehead.

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[Kirigara Sugita]

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[attr="class","sugita"]Seeing the cease-and-desist letter in the trash irked Sugita. That was a direct order from Lord Sanosuke, and they had treated it with such disrespect. The young man wouldn’t let his opinions on the matter interfere with his judgement. No matter who you were, you had a reason for doing whatever it is you did, and while Sugita may not understand why or what it was in this moment, his job was clear. They were there to investigate, not have an open mouth about law or reason.

Sugita would nod, following only a foot or two away from Kap. The entirety of the building was worn, and its stench had Sugita doing his best to not wrinkle his nose. These parts had likely not seen better days in some time, which was a tad disheartening. A part of Sugita, being the boy that he was, wanted to help quite literally clean up the streets. The slums were still a part of Amegakure, and he held just as much love for it as he did the lands outside of the Ame Lord’s office.

The door opened and a rather crewd hag showed her presence, questioning their wants before even batting an eye. They were short with their answers, and quite clearly not expecting or wanting visitors. With the sound of the crash, Sugita feigned shocked in the guise of wanting to assist.

"Oh, my!” he would say, his voice crackling as if he’d smoked one two many packs in his aged appearance. "You don’t think someone is hurt, do you?” he said. He began to feebly nudge his way inward with concern. He would appear to be genuinely concerned that someone was hurt, and that was because he partially was. The crash was loud enough, but he was careful not to push himself inward too far as if forcing his way inside. Silver glazed eyes would turn towards the elderly woman. "Oh, silly me. I’m sorry for intruding. I’m a bit startled you see. Awful things have been happening these days, you know. The older you get, am I right? Say,” he turned to Chikap, "wasn’t it just last week that your brother fell from that ladder? Nasty fall.” He would shake his head.

The elderly woman would turn her head, peering inside the building and Sugita would take this moment to arch his neck a little to investigate. He could see nothing, but there was very clearly movement coming from the back of the building and the sound of glass scraping against the ground could be heard as if someone was trying to quickly scramble up the mess.

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The bug-eyed crone’s voice was shrill. "What are you doing? Get out, get out!”

The crone reached at Sugita’s arm, but she was too frail to be an obstacle. Kap followed the genin. "Yea, poor Nomo. They had to take his leg.”

Her lips pursed, and she took shallow breaths from her bulbous nostrils. She carried the musk of an old closet. When keeping them outside seemed impossible, she backed out of the entryway and hid behind a corner to her trash cluttered living room. Beer bottles and wrappers occupied the end tables by a torn sofa with spilled stuffing littering the floor. A cardboard shogi mat with bottlecap tokens rested on a central sitting table. A game lay half-played. Cigarettes burned in ash trays on either side of it. Granny’s head poked out from hiding.

"Not that it’s your business, but it’s my cats.” Sweat beads trickled across her forehead. "You’re robbing me, aren’t you? Help! Thieves!”

Chikap raised his hands like they’d knocked a bow. "No ma’am! We’re good Samurai-tans! Ma’s just worried about you.”

"I don’t need your charity!”

Kap lost patience. The chunin shook his head and bypassed the elderly woman. The kitchen toward the nicotine-stained back door buzzed with gnats. The sight was revolting, he wanted to puke. There were empty cans of tuna by a tarnished sink. He spotted a wicker trashcan full of crumpled paper about the same size as the notice, but he didn’t stop to identify them. Dishes blocked the window, so he couldn’t get a look outside.

He hoped what waited outside was not too serious, but if their intuition was wrong, they might be causing trouble for no reason. After a breath of foul air he turned the doorknob. Darting out, Kap searched for the source of the noise.

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Samurai-tans

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[Kirigara Sugita]

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[attr="class","sugita"] Sugita would follow Kap into the house, following his lead. This would be his first time on a mission that required this kind of finesse, and in his heart was a bit worried he’d just blown their cover. Perhaps he did, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t still get the information that they needed.

The house was filthy within, and for a moment he felt bad for the elderly lady. It was clear she either couldn’t or wouldn’t take care of the place or even herself for that matter as he laid eyes on the cigarettes that littered the trays and ground. She’d been breathing in smoke that now stuck to the walls of her house, but she was clearly hiding something in this place.

Sugita would split up from Kap, assisting in finding the source of the noise. The Genin managed to whiff a strange smell, something that didn’t make sense for an old cat lady, or a nicotine addicted one either. As Kap opened the door, Sugita would turn back quickly, gently grabbing hold of the elderly lady’s arm who was now halfway out of the house. Her frail body did not take much to hold still, and he was careful to not harm her. "Ma’am…I’m sorry…but I can’t let you leave…you know that.”

He would hold her firmly in place as Kap was allowed to enter the room. The objects within wreaked of illicit concoctions. A man stood deer faced with a tray of broken glass in his hands. There was no exit from the room. His eyes would shift from side to side in search for a weapon or something that he could throw to distract Kap, but his brittle bones were not able to move quickly.

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Chikap looked at the man and frowned. No wonder they had been against the initiative to clean the streets up enough to tear the orders off of their door and even others. They were peddling dangerous substances to people here. Seeing the man move, Chikap pointed the tip of his umbrella toward him and the transformation jutsu ended. His umbrella’s tip was as sharp as a kunai and glistened in the lowlight.

"Alright, you’re done with whatever this is,” he said. "We don’t need this sort of junk in Amegakure. You’re the one who’s been taking the papers down off people’s houses aren’t you? There’s a bunch of them in the trash can outside and in the kitchen too.”

The old woman huffed and puffed. She screeched when Sugita grabbed her and fell onto the floor with her knees pointed in on each other, she could hear Kap and her husband in the next room. She looked up at the boy, scowling and cursing under her breath.

Then, her eye caught hold of a rusty nail on the ground next to her. She reached for it and tried with all of her might to stab it right into the genin’s leg!

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[Kirigara Sugita]

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[attr="class","sugita"]A part of Sugita felt extreme sorrow for the position they found themselves in. What had led them to feel they needed to live this kind of life? The smell of chemicals grew stronger and stronger the longer the door remained open, and it was clear that whatever it was they were creating in this house was in no way in a lawful form. What if a kid got a hold of something like this? Just how selfish and crooked could they be? Sugita felt it tug deeper at his heart. Perhaps, he would try and see to getting the slums cleaned up, even if he had to do it himself. Things couldn’t remain this way, not his home, not if he had a say in it.

The woman did her best to try and break free and would even attempt to assault Sugita with a rusty nail to his leg. There wasn’t much effort involved in her frail body, and all Sugita really needed to do was lift his leg. He would grab onto both of her hands and tie them together with the shinobi wire in his pouch. He felt bad as he did so. She would likely find herself locked away for the remainder of her life, not that there might have been much left given her health and age.

As he secured the older woman at the hands and legs, he would sit her up against the wall and turn to Kap. "Not really a happy story, but it seems like this is one small step in the right direction to getting this place cleaned up, don’t you think?”

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The old man didn’t put up a fight as Chikap moved forward to bind his arms. He used his radio to call headquarters to request a cleanup crew to take care of the illicit substances littered about the back room. Once their wrists were bound he pushed the man ahead of him. As he was making his way out, Chikap found an oni mask sitting on the table with a book underneath.

He pushed the mask aside and flipped the book open. There were customer logs, but also a schedule for meetup times between a group called "Rejisuto” to pay them a cut of protection money. The chunin raised his eyebrow. He was sure that the headquarters would want to know about this. Amegakure didn’t tolerate gangs.

Moving towards Sugita, Chikap placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Good work, thanks for watching my back,” Chikap said holding the book in his hand. "We’re just waiting on the crew to arrive, but this mission is wrapped up. I have a feeling there is going to be more work after this though if you’re up for making some more money.”

Moonlighting as a slum detective was pretty fun. He’d forgotten what it was like to be away from his desk.

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