Mission name: Dissidents in the Ranks
Mission rank: C
Objective: Resolve the Issue
Location: Kirigakure no Sato
Reward: 300 ryo
Mission description:
There has been cause for concern amongst Genin and Chuunin amongst the streets of Kiri, some believe them to be forming an almost socialist gang. Disperse them.
Mission details:
There have been a gang of Genin/ Chuunin running amok causing trouble around people who have traveled to Kiri, find them, and scare them so that they do not try this again. The movement seems to be growing under the threat of war and distrust, crush it. The number of them is up to the taker of the mission.

Can be threatened, fought, reasoned with, caught or arrested.

Leader:

Others:

Another day in Kirigakure, the rain dripping down at a slow pace today which is a nice change in scenery. One could now stop and smell the roses as they say. Yoshito's strange robe with the enlarged left sleeve started to accumulate water as he walked and it was starting to get a little annoying, he shook his sleeve in the air to rid his skin of the substance. He still wasn't used to life in Kirigakure. The boy's light blue-ish hair was soaked at this point and even though he had it put up most of the time it held some weight to it, drooping downward in an unusual fashion. Step after step seemingly every stride leading into a small puddle on the street, he looked down as if to avoid each puddle to no avail. Step on a crack break your momma's back! He thought to himself in a most childish manner.

His attention was grabbed, however, by the murmurings of random people standing in the middle of the street Yoshito was walking. "Huh, what's going on?" Yoshi whispered to himself looking up at the group of people seemingly crowding around another smaller group of people. How strange. Nonchalantly walking forward Yoshito nicely made his way to the innermost part of the circle of bystanders and noticed two people, one on either side of the circle. The two were debating things about the way Kirigakure was handling itself in trying times, how they were rebuilding and things of the like. Yoshito let out a sound in slight frustration and looked away off onto the people next to him and they seemed to be agreeing with the person slandering his home village. He was new to the great village of the Mist but he was grateful for them taking him and his family in so he felt the need to defend it.

With this in mind, Yoshito placed himself in the middle of the two, his arms stretched outward toward each contender of the debate. "Stop, we're all here in this great village of ours. We're not famished and we're not killing each other anymore. What's the problem? It was at the end of his speech that someone from the crowd threw a fist at the back of Yoshi's head. He stumbled into the crowd a bit and they forcibly removed him from the situation. It was then that he remembered seeing a mission that was similar to this situation on a scroll he received on his doorstep a few days ago. Why not stop and make a little money helping these people? He recalled the scroll telling that their leader was a chuunin, an enemy that the boy hadn't come across yet being so fresh from the Academy himself the back of his ears still wet. He clenched his fists at the crowd who removed Yoshito from the situation forcibly, he hated being controlled even if it was from such a large crowd who could overpower him with ease.

"Hey! I'm not finished with you!" He exclaimed. Suddenly the whispers and slanderous comments ceased as seemingly every person around turned their head in the direction of Yoshito. He felt a little awkward, he never commanded the attention of so many people but that's when he noticed it, every person here had on a headband of Kiri. So these weren't just bystanders slandering the Mist, they were shinobi most likely birthed and employed by the village and they were sitting here upset at it. The place that gives them money for doing odd jobs if they so chose. The place that selflessly gives them a place to call home even though space for such a thing was decreasing rapidly. The place that dealt with shit like these dumb bystanders still offered these great things, things that were not a definite for Yoshito until he and his parents stepped within the borders. How ungrateful these people are.

"This is an amazing village and if you don't like it you can take it up with the people who run it, until then go be the best and be the Mizukage and make a difference yourself." Yoshito yelled at the crowd of people who so rudely forced the young man away from their clique. "Or you can deal with me." Yoshi finished with a clenched fist right under his chin looking directly at the person in the group closest to him with a smile on his face. He wasn't usually this excited to get into battle but these people started it, Yoshito tried to get in the middle of everything and calm them down with words but they decided to put their fists in the equation, and this one is going to most likely equal into an all out brawl. There are so many of them. I count fifteen of them, great, what have you gotten yourself into this time Yoshito.

The bloody mist was a harsh and uncaring world the more that the little spider had dealt with it. With every mission passed his growing angst was reaching the levels that could only rival that of the Uchiha clan themselves. He sat perched atop one of the buildings of Kirigakure, unwanting to return to his home since the passing events that had caused his morality to be called into question. Perched there he looked down upon the wet streets, his red hood fluttering gently as he attempted to locate his mission partner. Another day, another mission as it was. It was a constant in and out but it was also something that Xiao Guan truly enjoyed, he loved the fact that no matter where he went, no matter what he was doing, there was always some sort of adventure.

There was a small crowd, possibly more dissidants that were looking to overthrow the God of Shinobi herself the Mizukage Solstice who in his opinion was to be as respected as she was feared and yet constantly in the village more and more opted to try and match her or overthrow her including Xiao Guan's own parents. Those who defied the village were doomed to die, those who defied their clan were doomed to die, it seemed like this entire world was others imposing rules and laws on others and all the little spider wanted was freedom. Gazing upon the crowd and their mutterings he noticed an odd fellow. Dressed in traditional coloration though with enlargened sleeves and a sleek exposed body the little spider watched him curiously with a grin, placing his thumb upon his canine tooth as he was oft to when pondering. The boy had made his way into the center of the circle much to the amusement of Xiao Guan who proceeded to use his spare hand to trace the side of the rooftop brushing it's pooling water in a way that a cat may play with a fish as he watched on.

Of course it was a political debate, the new generation of Kirigakure Shinobi had caused many of the old breed to be careful and somewhat fearful of what this new generation was capable of. Xiao Guan was one of these new breed, a new upstart group of genin that wished to not only overcome their own shortcomings but so too push beyond the limits of the traditional shinobi aesthetic. It was then that Yoshito spoke to which the little spider emblazened with red scarlet robings begin to grin This should be interesting... he thought to himself as he looked downward upon the gathering. As Yoshito attempted to command authority the shinobi realised that this was going to end badly and thus it was as a flying punch made connection to the young Kiri shinobis head much to the cringe of the little spider who winced Ooo...Not good! the little genin stated as he leaped above the crowd whilst they were distracted to the opposing roof to get a better angle.

As Yoshito began to be ushered away the small strategist began to devise his plan. He wasn't much of a fighter, not yet anyway, with a frail and small body that could easily snap he relied mostly on his mind to overcome situations and so it was. As he gazed at Yoshito's brash words a plan devised. He eyed the near by construction that held a working crane. Taking his long red scarf he bundled a brick and tied it tight enough to hold as he proceeded to hurl the scarf to wrap about the edge of the working crane giving it a small tug as it's axis shifted hanging above the crowd. Keeping his eye on Yoshito and shaking the brick loose the small Spider began to wrap his red scarf that was emblazed with webbings upon his neck once again and leap upon the arch of the crane that held several large steel girders in it's maw.

Making his way to the girders by climbing down the connecting cables he began to loosen the tie and clip before suddenly the girders would begin to fall and with that he would make a bound and a leap to a building roof top, rolling along it's side and proceeding to crawl down using a similar method to the chakra walking technique. As the girders fell and hit the cobbled streets with a large CLANG the crowd would take their eyes from Yoshito for a moment before rushing forward, sliding on the ball of his heel and 'popping up' in the midst of the crowd pretending to be shocked "ANBU! Scatter!" he called out as the dissidants that wielded blue arm bands began to scatter. There would be a Chuunin among their rank, their target, and said target would need to be identified. Causing a disturbance would be the best way to identify the man.

As the civilians scattered and Xiao Guan so too pretending to be one of these citizens ran in a panic the blue armed dissidants all began to gather up much to the delight of the little spider who ran about in a panic before casually walking next to Yoshito "There's your target, Love your look, design it yourself?" he stated with a smile, his face mostly obscured in red webbing. The armed dissidants formed up, talking among themselves as they gazed upon the girders now with the civilians out of the way this gave the two an open field and a chance to fully stretch out. The Spider-Nin had no true knowledge of what Yoshito's intentions were, but if he was trying to seperate the crowd there was a sure shot he was on the side of justice...or the Mizukage's justice anyway.

The rambling crowd was becoming increasingly rowdy, some wagged their fingers in Yoshito's general direction while others used verbal threats toward the boy. This had the young Yuki clan member uneasy, his eyebrows curled upward in a diagonal position proving so physically. He knew some of Kirigakure's history for it was his job to learn about the villages, even more so due to the fact that he and his parents moved around from village to village but apparently it had hit some of the members so hard they wanted to overthrow the kingdom. Yoshito's knees bent standing ready to move at a moment's notice, he grabbed a kunai from his leg holster and put his index finger in the hole at the bottom of the handle, revolving it around the second part of his finger looking all cool and things. He was ready to battle since that's what the situation was looking like it was going to turn to.

Yoshi looked focused and ready to battle when suddenly at the top of his vision, blurred so slightly by the falling rain, a shadow of an image appeared. That shadow did something to something else across the way from the shadow itself, not knowing exactly what was happening Yoshito allowed his stance to become less rigid and more liquid so to speak, his bending arm at the ready with the kunai had fallen slightly as he was focusing on the movements in the back of the area just behind the crowd of which the young man was addressing. A loud noise dropped Yoshito's focus even more, and the crowd's as well for their attention was grabbed by the noise alone but it was so sudden and loud for them they jerked their head surprised at the commotion behind them. What could be seen could only be described as... well, crazy. A small gathering of girders fell on the ground rolling crashing onto the ground scattering the civilians in the area and even dispersing some of the group Yoshito had previously been speaking with.

With all the commotion Yoshito couldn't even hear the exclamation of an Anbu's arrival, he couldn't react to that, he almost reacted to the girders as the civilians did had it not been for the visualizing of the shadow who was, when putting two and two together, the mastermind behind the girders falling from their previous location. The young man stood his ground, his heels digging into the earth as the rain continued to fall and the commotion of the civvies running about as well as parts of the estranged group, a young man joined Yoshito at his side. This boy was miniaturized by Yoshito's size one would think but most shinobi don't judge by the size, only one's skill and this boy seemed to have some major mental capacities. He spoke with the tone of a  child, much like Yoshito when he wasn't serious, asking if Yoshito's clothing was hand-woven.

"No, not sure where I got this actually, I-" He was quickly cut off by a bigger man in front of the group pointing a finger at Yoshito and his new partner in justice hollering something inquiring about the girders that had fallen onto the area and how unsafe it was yada yada. Yoshi couldn't help but to let out a slight chuckle, these people were out in plain sight talking crap of their own village and here what most definitely seemed like the leader was yelling at the other boy about safety? Did he not care for his own? From what he had heard, Kirigakure had a history of bloodshed within their own ranks and if a higher ranking shinobi had caught this mission then this man and anyone he had swayed into his similar mindset would surely be put in the muddy unmarked grave provided by the same village they were talking shit about.

"Anyways, I'm Yoshito Yuki, you are?" Yoshito looked upon the small boy at his side inquiring his name, after being responded to the boy would look back at the group with eyes squinted and brow furrowed. Yoshito formed a few hand signs and created a few copies of his own body as well as his friend's as if guarding the two. There was nothing special of these copies, they were mere interpretations of the original, they have no physical properties of their own not even a shadow to their name but they were there to take a hit in case one of the remaining group would do anything to harm the pair.

Yoshito was about to open his mouth asking the group which they wanted to make this outcome, a peaceful protest or a war with the two that were sent here to keep the peace among the streets when this was answered by physical means. Those physical means came into existence by way of one of the genin reaching for two shuriken and throwing them at the par of genin on justice's side, one heading for each of the two. Yoshi's kunai he grabbed earlier still clutched within his right hand came across his torso to deflect the shuriken thrown at him. "So it's gonna be that way, huh?" Yoshito's words slipped from his mouth in a tone most confident. Yoshi's hands clasped together as he meditated a bit, the two clones previously created stacked in front of Yoshito in order to at least slow down any attack that the group may send his way as suddenly two small spears formed from the rain falling from the heavens. Swiftly but surely the ice projectiles fell faster than the rain would have with the help of gravity, one pierced the leader's foot holding him in place while the other grazed another's ear.

They howled in a mixture of pain and fear, apparently, they hadn't seen a Yuki clan member before let alone their prowess on the battlefield. As soon as the death icicles made connection Yoshito lunged left giving more space between the new genin and himself and throw the kunai at another boy in the group hoping that his attention was still caught by the appearance of the icicles.

As Yoshito spoke out he was quickly cut short by the larger man pointing towards the two. It was show time or rather it was time to see how he could get out of the situation with the least amount of bloodshed possible, the little spider began to weave his web of strategy as he gazed outward to the larger shinobi who began to complain about the structural damage. It was no concern to Xiao Guan, all things break in time but lives are far more precious. Structural damage, though through a broken window fallacy, may bring people closer together. The red clothed spider ninja glanced up at the larger man and then back to Yoshito
It was the way of the subordinates that would often spend their time complaining rather than fighting it out or actually doing anything. All these people were, in truth, were talk but sadly ideas could be far more dangerous to a regime like Kirigakure than a militia ever could. Xiao Guan's father was one of these men, a man with a good heart blinded by that kindness and hoping to prove he was more compassionate than the tyrants by becoming a tyrant themselves. It was a shame the way things had gone, but it was the truth of the situation and one the little spider accepted whether he wanted to or not. The reality was there would always be those who disagree, always be those who were wrong and all of those who would stop at nothing to assert their own strength, yet another reason why Xiao Guan's hatred of shinobi grew daily.

As Yoshito cut the man short and gazed down to the little shinobi the boy rubbed his neck, his red scarf wrapped about his mouth. He gave a smile and leaned gently against the wall as he decided the best way to introduce himself, something with a grand impact much like his entrance with the steel girders "Future Seven Swordsman Leader Xiao Guan" he stated with a great pride in his tone that echoed his growing ambition as a shinobi. It was here that Yoshito would prepare to form his hand signals much to the surprise of Xiao Guan suddenly in a puff of smoke these copies appeared amusing the little spider shinobi who wrapped his red scarf around one hand, then wrapping it around with another as he looked to the elder chuunin shinobi with burning passion as he clasped his hands together.

As Yoshito spoke out of a peaceful exchange the little spider couldn't help but grin, that was always his ambition to ensure that everybody got out as clean as they possibly could. He began to estimate the area. Girders on the ground, clones and plenty of them and a Chuunin with a temper. How could one get out of that situation? As he began to think it over it was already too late as a shuriken began to fly towards the two "Heads up!" Xiao Guan stated, an instinct of his masking of fear always was that to keep talking and not to stop talking until, well, the enemy stopped attacking "I know sharing is caring but..." he began as the shuriken flew swiftly towards him, opening his arms into a 'crocodile' like shape as the scarf caught the trajectory of the shuriken causing the little spider to proceed to spin and fling it to the floor "...Mama always said to avoid Guanxi!" he remarked as the shuriken fell to his feet.

"So it's gonna be that way, huh?" Yoshito so too quipped as Xiao Guan smiled bouncing from one foot to the other.As Yoshito clasped his hands together to formulate his clones into ordered ranking Xiao Guan snapped into his own form of combat - making his way inbetween the two orders of clones and squatting like a slavic s.t.a.l.k.e.r he grasped two hand fulls of muddied earth and began to rush forward. As Yoshito's spears began to fall from the heavens earthbound it was here that Xiao Guan would lop the two mud pies forward as the projectiles spiralled downward. It was often difficult for a shinobi to remember to look up, especially one inexperienced as rabble rousers and thus Xiao Guan hurled the mud pies towards the eyes of the leader shinobi to ensure the hit of the ice projectiles that pinned him in place "Here's mud in your eyes!" he quipped as the icicle pierced through the leaders foot "Oooo, that's GOTTA sting" he continued as he rushed inbetween the legs of the larger chuunin falling on his back so he might slide between the two "Be sure to put some ice on that....well...nevermind"

As the group was distracted by the projectiles of ice Xiao Guan would take the chance being between the legs of the chuunin to rapidly strike inbetween his legs mirroring a muay thai fighter with a speed bag, pounding swiftly and fiercely despite his small frame and lack of training he hoped that being able to produce enough speed would be enough to cause a reaction to which he was grateful it had infact done. Sliding fully through the legs of the now nearly neutered chuunin, the spider shinobi leap frogged across his back, placing his scarf loosely around his wrists and around the mans eyes to further blind him. "Hey!" he called out to Yoshito loudly across the plain "Order up!"

He held on to the man hoping that the bucking bronco would be subdued enough or for long enough that Yoshito could perform a demoralising or demobilising technique that would send the rest of their squad running and the dissidants dispersed "This is the boss fight, so show me what you got iceman!"

After the kunai was thrown it shot through one of the underlings' ears to the side of the main target and they hissed in pain. That was a good thing in that it caused major fear factor for the small number of followers that their chunin leader had gathered in the small area that they occupied. Yoshito grinned watching Xaoi move in like a mother bear who's baby had just been taken by hunters and had struck at the opposition hard and fast. Nice moves, kid. Yoshito thought to himself as he moved forward following the lead of his partner, Yoshito's clones not far behind. As Yoshito moved in closer and closer he noticed that the weaponized ice he created had frozen a small area around the chunin and so when the followers moved in to intercept Yoshito, his clones positioned themselves before him in a defensive manner but it wasn't needed. The ice that the icicles created made the movement from the followers clumsy, they slipped and fell to the ground as the clones prepared themselves for their death all while Yoshito got close enough to land a strike on the chunin leader.

There were countless ways the Yoshito could go about this strike, but in keeping with the humiliating strikes that Xaoi had done he wanted to keep with those forms of attack. He quickly pivoted his foot to turn his body toward a wall that was close enough for Yoshi to jump on and leap back at the chunin. With Yoshi's leg bent, he quickly extended it kicking the chunin's cheek making his head turn with the force of Yoshi's foot. He turned his body mid-air to be facing the chunin once more for a final blow but he needed some sort of finesse for this one. Before he landed Yoshito allowed his foot to hit the chest of one of the falling followers and used that to bounce off of going straight upward a few feet. Using that momentum on top of gravity holding the young man down he did a flip with his right leg fully extended and as it came down it would strike the top of the chunin's head causing it to look downward, blood not gushing but pouring from the wound the Yoshi caused with his heel connecting with the boy's head. "How's that?!" Yoshito exclaimed in a more inquisitive tone than he would have liked but with the effort he was putting forward he couldn't really control how it exactly came out.

Yoshito landed right in front of the chunin leader, his right hand resting at his hip as he was enveloped by the clone's smoke dispersing off to wherever they may have come from. Mumblings could be heard from the followers coupled with sets of footsteps too close together to be described as walking, they were running scared with phrases coming out of their mouths such as 'Let's get out of here!' and 'These guys are crazy!'. This did nothing for Yoshito but bring a smile to his face and a slight "Heh" escaping his lips. After all of that one would assume the chunin was knocked unconscious but in fast he wasn't, he sure wasn't feeling the best but his consciousness still remained and Yoshito took this moment to elaborate his point to the kid.

Grabbing the boy's collar and pulling him into a field of embarrassment he spoke with anger in his voice, "If this were still the Blood Mist you'd be dead. Now get out of my sight you filth." This was so out of character for Yoshito but this fight had brought out the anger in the boy. The village that took him and his family in,  in their time of need and these mere kids were taking their free shelter for granted just pissed Yoshito off. He let go of the kid's collar with a push as he stumbled back, his eyes widened looking at Yoshito then at Xiao with disbelief probably thinking he couldn't have been defeated so badly and humiliatingly yet it had happened. He went to speak raising his hand at the height of his ear but quickly decided that wouldn't be the best idea and so he just turned his back to the pair of shinobi as he walked away slowly in most likely in pain. Yoshito gathered his composure taking a deep breath closing his eyes for a moment as the rain continued to fall.

Yoshito look around and noticed people watching from the safety of their homes and others watching from windows laceing some scattered stores. He didn't know what to make of this, his cheeks became red with embarrassment and he rubbed the back of his neck not knowing what to do next but that's when he saw it, a small girl was looking with tears in her eyes. She didn't like to see such violence but she was born into a village of shinobi, this little girl reminded Yoshito of himself when he was her age, he didn't know the world and he thinks he would rather have never learned of the shinobi life. Would life be much simpler had he and his family be born without the use of chakra and put into the ranks of civilians, doing little more than farming, running stores, errands... he would never know the answer to that now. He pondered though every so often in search of the answer.

"But anyways I'm Yoshito Yuki, I take it your Xiao? You had some nice moves back there X, I only hope I did as well." Yoshito's words left his mouth and directly after a laugh came with it not knowing what else to do. Yoshito took to the wall he previously used as a trampoline to sit down, hit butt landing on the ground only slightly wet due to some gutters on top guarding the ground directly under it from the rain. He looked at Xiao once more waiting for a response to his question and inquiry at how he did during the fight. Yoshi's right knee bent upward as he brought his foot closer to his butt, the heel met his thigh and his right forearm rested atop the same knee reaching for the sky. He let out a sign at the thought of having to hurt his own village members but so was the life of a shinobi or so he was coming to realize. Yoshito is going to have to learn to deal with it or get out.

As Yoshito launched forward with his army of mirrored reflections Xiao held tight to his temporary captive. As Yoshi bent his leg and quickly extended it to strike outward to the chuunin directly applying force across his face the little spider gave a smirk starting to loosen his grip somewhat as he lifted off directly flurring into the air allowing him to let go and become  loose enough for the connected hit to strike with full absorption of blunt force. Flipping backwards and proceeding to stand in a three point stance getting ready to strike out once more.


He gazed around as the subordinates began to scatter much to the little genins delight, his true goal was always above all to have a lot of fun on these missions and attempt to weaving a web based around a narrative he would enjoy. He only had one life, so he may as well tell the story which he wished to tell. As the shinobi would gaze upon Yoshito he watched as the chuunin learched back and forth, teetering about back and forth before finally collapsing with a large puff of smoke as he struck the floor hard and fast rendering him utterly unconscious. The little spider was pleased and opting now to quickly leap to a wall where he stood planted with all four limbs pressed upon them he gave a grin as he looked to Yoshito hanging gently. As he gazed onto Yoshito who proceeded to try and intimidate one of the youths.

In an idealogical battle, brute force never worked, nor did oppression as it only served to justify the rising tides of those who felt disfranchised with the current system but fear was a powerful motivator and a temporary measure. If they were truly disenfranchised then it was time for them to make moves through government policy and law making as opposed to simply bullying others into their world view. Xiao Guan often thought about the prospect of following his own path one day as a politician, he never wished to be a Mizukage nor did he wish to be some ANBU special operative. Instead his ambitions were far more political or rather self serving. He never wished to be a fighter nor did he have any ambition to be some heroic warrior any longer. His hatred of the life of shinobi and what it meant to be a 'ninja' had discouraged him from all the bloodshed he had seen even in this short time. This was a role, as a genin, he held out of neccessity but his true ambition would be to change that system entirely.

As Yoshito intimidated the shinobi, Xiao Guan looked on with a smirk. He actually thought for a moment what he could do to ensure that he could seperate himself. It was so easy these days to be besmirched, his father was a good example of this as was his mother. Both were simply focused on their own ambitions or revenge and thus had been lost to their struggles and slain by Kirigakure. Why? Because they dared to show their face. Because they showed their identity. The concept of identity was something that caused Xiao Guan to feel issue with the constant of showing his face and displaying his identity and alliance so openly and easily. This small comfrontation was enough for him to really consider it as the small spider ninja perched against the wall glancing towards the young boy who looked at him in desperation causing the spider to wave his hand gently "Sorry buddy, I know you're coping"

A lot was pressing hard on his mind as he gazed over the populace, the civilians, all around the civilians of Kirigakure, who like his parents depended on the shinobi to protect them from outside threats let alone those insider threats that popped up every now and then. He could have been like them, he could have been one of the many shinobi who simply remained in Kirigakure under the hidden shield of bloodied human weapons that should be children not that of the steely knives they were. As he gently rolled down the wall standing at full height which wasn't much at all Yoshito proceeded to introduce himself.

"Xiao Guan, Spider Nin and future swordsman of the mist, please to meetcha, y'know" he stated in his country accent as it came forth sounding more like a foreigner than a traditional person of the land "You did awesome loose sleeves, loved the show" the little spider stated with a smirk. The little spider decided to extend himself, allow himself to greet and meet his new ally with open arms rather than hiding himself away "So you a genin? Green? y'know?"

"Xiao..." Yoshito spoke thinking for a moment, but only for a moment, "spider ninja?" the young man spoke again with a more inquisitive tone. He was confused, to say the least, Yoshito allowed his hand to rest in the crevice between his index finger and thumb listening to the rather short genin that stood before him. His question was answered about the spider part, however, by the visual of X literally crawling alongside the side of the wall next to him. For some reason, X had a foreign accent one unknown to Yoshito and that was saying something given that he has had a somewhat lavish lifestyle in the sense of travel but it somehow piqued his interest and made him slightly chuckle. Yoshito started to walk in a circle thinking to himself of his new partner in justice, a spider ninja that uses the supernatural walking technique in such a unique way making it seem as if he literally is a spider that's a ninja, but he's a human. How odd. Loose sleeves? Yoshito was the one that picked the nicknames he wasn't usually the one to get a nickname but it was nice to feel noticed enough to receive a nickname and so he smiled.

Yoshito stopped circling around and balled his fingers to form a fist before slamming it on the palm of his other hand. "I got it! You're a literal spider... but you speak so well. What is this witchcraft!?" Yoshi spoke, obviously what he was saying was cartoony but also serious, there could be no other explanation. Yoshi pondered the thoughts of what he might learn from this shinobi, what exactly could he teach Yoshi that he hadn't skimmed through history books. Yoshito tapped his foot not knowing exactly how to ask this favor of X though, he contemplated it for a moment before looking at the boy once more determined to just come out with it bluntly.

"I'm not from here, do you think you could give me a brief or not so brief history lesson if you have the time, X?" Yoshito asked his new friend with his head held high he didn't exactly take pride in not knowing the history behind his village, all he knew is that quite recently the village was devastated and the Mizukage had been taken out but that was just village-wide knowledge at this point. The young man thought back to when he was allowed entrance into the village hidden in the Mist. It was a rather long tale of bloodshed on his parents' side but Yoshi's story wasn't much of an attention grabber. His entrance into the village ran hand in hand with his mother's willingness to get a job done. That job was still unknown to Yoshi himself to this day but he was told she was a simple household maid, Yoshi was young when he was told this but he wasn't stupid as most adults think of children. Her history in Takigakure led Yoshi to think otherwise. When entering the village Yoshi was given books to read about the village and its past but alas, he didn't read a single one. He didn't want to stay in the village, Yoshi loved the carefree life he had been living before the village, one of that of a wild stallion roaming free from town to town.

But with all of that behind him as he now bears the Kirigakure no Sato symbol on his headband, stitched into his waist, he was ready to learn of the history behind his new village. The people of the village had put up with Yoshi's childish behavior when he was young and so he could do this little task they asked of him not so long ago. It was time for him to learn of the village's past. As Yoshito looked around at the citizens of this fine village watch the pair's every move after displaying such awesome teamwork Yoshito looked once more upon X. "Maybe we should take this somewhere else where we won't be disturbed, I'm really interested in our history." As he spoke this he could feel the glaring looks from the civilians on him he didn't even need to look around again. There seemed to be an aura of anger surrounding Yoshito vibing from the onlookers and bystanders walking by who may have heard what he asked of X and what he said about the village. The Bloody Mist may still have a negative effect on most of these people and he didn't want to irritate their day further than the heinous group from earlier that Yoshi and X stopped. With these thoughts brewing in Yoshito's mind, he walked out of the area hopefully leading X to their destination, the destination being a library of course.

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The little spider smirked, almost laughing as Yoshito spoke out his name in utter confusion. He was a mixed bag to be sure, a hotpot of a human being with an assortment from all sorts of the land and to an onlooker it often meant that he was quite the anomaly but it was this odd nature that allowed Xiao Guan to be the freeloving spirit he always had been. He knew he was different and he embraced it thoroughly to the point in which he almost prided himself on his ability to confuse those who didn't fully comprehend what it meant to be a none-shinobi.

As Yoshito jested Xiao laughed, rolling off the wall gently and standing to his full height stretching out and giving something of a gentle smile to the kiri-nin with a large grin "Hey you'd be surprised just how close you are to the truth!" he laughed, it was true, between shadow-spiders and bloodied assassination it was hard for Xiao Guan to fully explain everything that had happened in his short few months as a shinobi.  He opted to keep his past hidden, or rather keeping some aspect of himself hidden. He was becoming less and less fond of being so forth coming with information and thus he opted instead to focus on things that were necessary but not compromising though it wasn't like Yoshito seemed like he was a secret spy or anything.

As he was asked about the history of the place Xiao Guan became quite delighted at the prospect of what he was asked. He was something of a historian, though all the players were often missed out upon or altered he was still coherent in his understanding of the world and the innerworkings of the village itself. Explaining the current situation whilst omitting himself would be a difficult one "Sure, I mean...How far do you wish to go back?" he genuinely asked "I mean obviously, when it comes down to it, you probably know all about the great ninja wars of the past as well as those that have long since passed...soooo I'm guessing you're wondering about the last decade? Yeah sure..." the little spider stated crouching as he pondered for a moment, pressing his thumb to his canine tooth in contemplation as he thought it over.


"Daijūrokudaime is the current Mizukage, a literal shinigami, I don't think she's human if we're being honest. She's made our nation proud but she is...well, one of the most powerful warriors in this entire nation. Her predecessors were, quite obviously, disposed of in a unique assortment of ways and brought their own flavor to the village but primarily seemed to tossle with Uchiha...Now I wasn't even born for most of it, but hey that's life. All I know is since I can remember people have had fear of those black flames of the Uchiha. Ya could say they kinda hold a symbol of suffering here. Juro's rule was bringing us back to the seven blades and bloody ways...I'm just glad we weren't here for that period. Lord Sero was the Pheonix King, he revived our land and in all honesty, I have nothing but the most respect for him...He's something of a hero to me...but once again the damned Uchiha had it out for him...All the clans faced persecution due to that damned Utua but our lady goddess of snow saved what she could...and won the seven bells war...Bless her soul. Konoha may claim to have a huge history, but let's face it, when it rains it pours and where else will it pour but Kirigakure?" the little spider said cheerfully with a chuckle, summarising most of the history but would inform Joker of more important or intricate details as it came up in their time together.

"Sure!" Xiao Guan stated as he leaped besides Joker, ready to make it to their next realm on the first steps of their new found friendship "Oh hey, Did I ever tell you about the spider war?" Xiao Guan stated preparing to start yet another drift off of ramblings about history.

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