[Gure, Okingshi]

Okingshi walked down the stairs of his apartment into the store below. It was a simple store that provided many of the citizens in the area fresh fruit, vegetables and even the odd speciality item. It was run by an eccentric old man by the name of Oetsu, who kindly enough leased the small apartment above to his mother upon arriving in Kusagakure. They had been good friends for a very long time, even before Okingshi was born.

Taking a walk around the store, looking down each aisle of produce, Okingshi searched for his mother. When he couldn't find her doing the usual task of stocking shelves, he went searching for Oetsu instead. It didnt take long before he found him in the back storage room, checking if his deliveries were in order. "Have you seen my mother?" Okingshi asked.

Oetsu turned to him, placing his clipboard onto the wooden crate next to him. For a moment the old man stared blankly into space while stroking the long the hairs of his unkempt silver goatee. A look of forgetfulness struck the old man's face before he snapped back into a state of mental clarity. "I've got something for you, boy" the old man said as walked over to a small desk and picked up a scroll. Okingshi looked at the man puzzled for a second until the geezer handed it to him. "Its a mission your mother has taken on your behalf"

Okingshi opened the scroll and began reading it as the old man continued to talk. "The local shops and restaurants have been having issues with a brat scaring away customers. So the community asked the Kusa Lord to sort it out. But the little bastard defiled our store front this morning, so your mother offered you up to deal with it. She's outside now, cleaning the mess" Oetsu said, iterating much of what Okingshi read.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (1/10)

Word Count: 317

[Gure, Okingshi]

From what Okingshi understood his mother just signed him up for a mission, chasing some troublesome kid around the neighbourhood. Behind his mask, an annoyed Okingshi pulled a face as he turned away from the old store owner and began walking out of the store room. Rereading the scroll as he walked through the isles, he mulled over her intentions for signing him up to this. "How could she. She knew I already had plans for the day", he thought to himself.

Taking a moment before leaving the store, Okingshi picked up an apple, sliding it and the scroll into his pouch. He knew he wouldn't get into trouble for taking the fruit, he never did. Opening the store door, Okingshi looked out and saw his mother cleaning off some graffiti. She struggled with the paint as she scrubbed viciously at it. "Mom, did you really sign me up for this?" Okingshi asked in a protesting manner as he pulled the scroll out of his pouch.

Hyuniwa turned as she heard her son, and looked at the scroll he held "Yes, Honey. You've got to help Mr. Oetsu out. We can't have this happening again. Just do it for me, please." She replied sternly.

Okingshi knew not to protest his mother, she could be a real wild cat when talked back too. Sighing heavily, Okingshi looked at the bright blue paint plastered on the wall and read what was left legible, unscathed from his mother's cleaning. "UKB" Okingshi questioningly said. "It originally said SUKB". His mother added.

Thinking to himself, Okingshi pondered what that could mean. He didn't think for long before telling his mother he would take the mission as long as she ordered his favourite meal for dinner.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (2/10)

Word Count: 290

[Gure, Okingshi]

Okingshi walked up to the defiled wall, closely examining the paint. It was completely dried beside the section his mother scrubbed. Staring curiously at the deformed lettering, Okingshi decided the paint was a substantial lead. He raised his gloved hand and swiped it against the fleshly rehydrated paint. A portion of the paint stained his glove where he contacted it. He then looked at his mother and gave her a tight hug, before walking off without a word.

He walked the streets for a few minutes, looking around. It became obvious to him the grocery wasn't the only place the rascal attacked, seeing several other business fronts violated with the same paint. Okingshi went into each store asking for any leads that could help his investigation, but none to were to be found. It became apparent to Okingshi whomever did this was an early bird, and struck before the owners were even awake. As he left each store, the owners thanked and wished him luck in his mission. While he would do his best, Okingshi wasn't even sure he could get to the bottom of this.

After visiting the all the affected stores Okingshi made his way further into the village in search of leads

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Troublesome prankster Misson (3/10)

Word Count: 205

[Gure, Okingshi]

A tired Okingshi lethargically continued his journey, wandering into a lane way just off the main village marketplace. The noise of the crowded market almost completely disappeared as he walked further down it, replaced by an eerie silence. In the distance was a small warehouse, his destination. As he walked closer, three young children seemingly appeared from no where, rushing toward him. If he hadn't side stepped them, they would have easily collided with him. "Oi, I'm walkin' here" Okingshi shouted. The children did little to acknowledge his statement besides giggle, and the tallest who turned his head and flipped the bird. "Rude" Okingshi thought to himself.

As he approached the small warehouse, Okingshi turned and walked to an attached store. Okingshi was surprised by the noise of a bell as he opened the door. "I'll be with you in a minute" a voice called out. Looking around the store, Okingshi examined the wares, shelves and shelves of paint; just what he was looking for, the paint store. He continued browsering, searching for a color matching the stain on his glove, however the search was in vein. Just as he was about to make his exit, the voice again called out to him, this time closer and from behind. "Can I help you?" It said.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (4/10)

Word Count: 215

[Gure, Okingshi]

Okingshi turned around and with his gas-masks limited vision couldn't see anybody there, until he heard a purposeful cough below him. Looking down, Okingshi gazed a short old man with a bald head, wearing an apron covered with a vibrant assortment of paints. He stood there for a moment, comtemplating how to he'd exactly inquire the information he seeked. Out stretching his arm and opening his palm to reveal the paint stain to the old man, Okingshi replied "This paint here, do you know where it came from"

The old man grabbed Okingshi's palm, inspecting the stain thoroughly. Without a moments hesitation the old man slipped the glove off Okingshi and started to walk away. Okingshi followed behind silently, curious to what the man was thinking. As the two reach the front counter, the man placed it under a microscope, studying the stain in more detail. "This here is a custom color, a touch of midnight clad added into calgar blue." The old man croaked. "I made a batch recently. Why do you want to buy some?" he added.

"No, I'm investigating some graffiti around the village. Whoever did it used your paint" Okingshi exclaimed.

For a moment the old man looked astounded, like he was compromised and then immediately straighten his composure. "There's only one person who has bought this paint. Karakuda, Shujin. His son Guijin, just picked some up before you got here." The old man said.

Okingshi's memory flashed back to the three children that ran past him. The tall brown haired one stuck out the most, the ringleader prehaps. Okingshi took a moment to cement that face in his memory. "Thanks. That was really helpful". Okingshi delightedly exclaimed. Within seconds Okingshi was rushing out the door, ready to track down and capture this delinquent.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (5/10)

Word Count: 298

[Gure, Okingshi]

Like the wind Okingshi bolted down the lane, back toward the market place. If he had any chance of finding the boys, he'd have to catch up to them as quickly as possible. Speed was not Okingshi's forte, but nevertheless he ran like his life depended on it, making it to the end of the lane in seconds. As he joined the crowded streets Okingshi looked around voraciously, but the sheer amount of bodies and sounds made it near possible to see if the three boys were even around still. He scurried toward the market centre, continuing his search fruitlessly.

Okingshi sighed deep from the lower reaches of his chest. The thought of not catching these miscreants today bothered him. If he was going to find them, he'd need a better view. With that, Okingshi looked up, turning his head searching for the tallest building until he found the perfect vantage point. Okingshi bolted toward it, surging chakra into the soles of his feet as he ran. Using his newly learnt tree climbing technique the moment he reached the building, Okingshi scaled the vertical surface easily and reached the roof. From there he could see almost the entirety of the village.

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Tree Climbing Technique Used
Troublesome prankster Misson (6/10)

Word Count: 201

[Gure, Okingshi]

From his birds eye view of the village, Okingshi surveyed the area. Looking around with a keen eye, at first nothing of note particularly stood out. Everything seemed normal. The crowd was thick and alive, full of activity. The villagers weaved through each, trying to get to their destination while merchants heckled any stragglers who happened to catch their attention. After a feel minutes Okingshi thought all was lost, that he'd fail to find the boys before they disappeared. A deep sigh exited his lips as he'd realise this would probably take more than a day at this rate.

Suddenly Okingshi heard a high-pitched shout from his right. Running along the pitched roof, Okingshi made his way to get a better look. Low and behold there were the three children, standing by the sapphire dragon trees harassing some poor woman. With a quick step off the edge he fell the four stories to the street below. From there he'd run to the woman's aid. "Leave her alone" Okingshi yelled.

Two of the three children were startled by Okingshi's presence, looking like a bunch of stunned deer. However their leader, Guijin remained nonchalant, only letting go of the woman to focus on Okingshi. "What cha going to do about it?" An overly arrogant Guijin replied.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (7/10)

Word Count: 214

[Gure, Okingshi]

Okingshi laughed out loud at the kids question. He lowered his face as he thought deeply on his next action. There were many ways this could end, and if he wasn't careful he might actually end up hurting them. It was a tough predicament Okingshi found himself in. He continued to think over how to deal with them, as he slowly stepped forward.

Once he made up his mind, Okingshi swung his arm across his back to the scythe that hung there. Unclipping it from its harness, the genin moved it to his side, bearing it in his hand menacingly. "You're coming with me" he exclaimed to the children. The two children beside Guijin turned tail and fled immediately after seeing the mould covered weapon. Guijin themselves shook in fear, watching as Okingshi slowly approached them. "Your friends have abandoned you! You have no other choice now" Okingshi said to Guijin.

As he continued his approach, Guijin bent down and picked up a rock. Okingshi let out a querying sigh - "what are you going to do with that?" Okingshi asked. Once he'd finished his question, the mischievous kid threw it at his head. Okingshi simply dodged the stone. "You'll have to do better than that" he chuckled.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (8/10)

Word Count: 207

[Gure, Okingshi]

Guijin lower himself again to pick up another stone, however Okingshi dashed the distance between them in seconds. The kid looked up toward the genin, as they stood imposingly above them. "Weak" Okingshi muttered. Guijin shot up onto his feet and attempted to attack, swing his arms against Okingshi's chest. Each fist met Okingshi's chest with a thud, stopping in there tracks against the hard exterior of the genin's body. Okingshi watched on, doing little to stop Guijin's attacks; he really didn't have too, his opponent far weaker than himself.

Okingshi scoffed beneath his mask as he pushed his left arm forward, pushing the child onto their backside. "If you want to be taken seriously, you have to do better. You have to BE better" Okingshi said. He took a moment to let Guijin know he was in charge, that he had won. Terrified at the prospect of being caught, the boy shuffled backwards on his hands and feet, looking up at Okingshi with pleading eyes. "You're in trouble, and you're coming with me" Okingshi added.

A breeze swept over the area as the pair stood in a moment of silence. Okingshi looked down at the boy, ready to take him to the authorities.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (9/10)

Word Count: 204

[Gure, Okingshi]

Breaking the silence, Okingshi lent down and grab the boy by his ear, pulling it towards him. Guijin pleaded, begging to avoid punishment but Okingshi continued. He wasn't about to show mercy to someone who defaced Oetsu's shop, even if it was just a kid. Lifting Guijin to his feet, Okingshi yanked the boys ear further, forcing him to follow as he walked along. "You're going to be in a lot of trouble for what you've done" Okingshi exclaimed.

Okingshi continued to drag the boy along down the main street, through the crowds of patrons and merchants. He weaved his way across the main square, toward the authorities stand; the place they enforced peace in the market. As the pair arrived, Okingshi looked around to see no one at the front desk. He slammed his fist on the wooden counter, and yelled for someone to come. A small old man wearing a Kusagakure flak jacket appeared. "I have caught this little rascal. His the one whose been defacing the shop fronts by the main gate" Okingshi explained. The old man looked at Guijin with a displeased look then grabbed him, taking him behind the counter. Before the old man could wisk away the child, Okingshi extended his arm out with the mission scroll in his hand. "Could you sign off on this before you go?" He asked politely.

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Troublesome prankster Misson (10/10)

Word Count: 228