He was already starting to regret choosing the straight and narrow road of a good shinobi. After all it was he who had been able to compete if not regularly win in the street fights he was so fond of. There were some big civilians that he wasn't able to do much to as of yet but that would change. He had opted to grow as a shinobi and in doing so grow his strength but...he didn't know how that would work out if all he was being asked to do was walk around the damn village and report any of his findings. Why not intervene himself? By the time the report got to someone higher up he would have lost the chance to intervene entirely. Someone would be hurt. But he was under strict orders not to intervene himself directly. What a bother Michibo would think to himself as he passed by another stall as someone once again called out to him to buy their wares. He would grunt and glare in response. Taking his irritation out on anyone near him in much the same manner. It wasn't their fault that he had to be doing something pointless and tedious but it sure felt like it. If he was recognized as a member of the Kaguya clan he bet he wouldn't be doing this stupid grunt work. No one cared about some orphan though. He had to make his own way and sometimes that meant doing the shitty jobs.

His right hand would reach down and caress the bone kunai on his right hip. The smooth bone surface cold to the touch. He didn't know why he even brought it. One kunai wasn't going to make a world of difference but he wanted to wear it in the open anyway. It did discourage some of course but more than anything it marked him as a Kaguya. A spit in that clans face for denying him what he obviously was. Bunch of stuck up idiots anyway. He wouldn't want to be stuck under their thumb if it meant inheriting a fortune. Still he was actually fairly well dressed today. White jeans tucked over black scuffed boots with his headband being used as a belt and the face plate being used as a belt buckle. He was wearing a white loose button up with an unzipped white coat and a brown fur hoody. The hood was pulled up over his head to stop the slight drizzle from bothering him as he walked. His grey hair hung about his silver eyes as he rolled a jolly rancher around his tongue. A necklace with a cross dangled on his chest just above the open collar of his shirt. He would roll his eyes as a girl gave him a second glance and giggled before he would round another corner. Crazy chicks seemed to like the thug types. It wouldn't be healthy for them in the slightest though. Still he pressed on his patrol of the village.

512

Michibo rounded the corner and the first thing he saw was two thugs tossing a guy up against the wall while one man in a suit sat back and smoked a cigar. No one else seemed to be around and as he looked he noted it was an alley way off the main street. He had been so focused on avoiding contact with the girl he hadn't stuck to the main streets. Still he would shove his hands into his coat pockets and plant himself. At first no one seemed to notice him. So casually he would rearrange the jolly rancher to the front of his mouth and aim it before spitting it violently. Of course his aim was off so it wizzed by the front of the man with the cigar. Still it drew his attention enough that now he noticed the boy at the end of the alley. He would puff on his cigar before snapping his fingers as the two big men stopped what they were doing. Allowing their victim to drop to the ground. Michibo would watch the battered man slump down before the two men stepped up between him and the fancy man. Still Machibo would sneer at them in defiance. He didn't care for their superiority complex on the best of his days. Still he was outnumbered and easily out muscled in this case. The two men would crack their knuckles and step forward before the scene began to shift. Something about Michibo was changing.

He was up against impossible odds and that drew excitement out of him. Slowly his hair would begin to change from its grey color to a deep pink. His silver eyes shifting to a deep pink as well as he grinned. A sense of foreboding insanity coming off of him. He didn't shift beyond that but the two men paused in their advance. Unsure on if they should take on someone clearly a shinobi of some sort. They didn't want to get burned. Their eyes shifted to the bone knife and further more they backed up. A Kaguya by the look of him. Not many common thugs messed with a Kaguya and lived afterwards. Aside from the excitement however it was all a bluff. Still the man in the suit would spit and look to the man they had been harassing. "This ain't over, you owe money on your property Schmitt. We will come back to collect when ye ain't got a guard dog." With that he would snap his fingers again and all three would leave. Michibo would click his tongue before looking to the battered man. He looked well enough. No real injuries. Of course he would be reporting this for a higher up to follow up on. Though he really wanted a shot at the fancy man himself. Bullies hiding behind muscle with money. It was just disgusting. Still he would turn and head the other way. He had found something so he needed to report it which meant his patrol was done.

513+512=1025

Still it would take him a while. That sort of behavior wasn't abnormal and likely fairly legal if not harsh. So they roughed up some guy in an alley. If he owed them money he could see it. Not that he liked it but it didn't sound against the law. Still he would take his time without a feeling of urgency driving him. No need to stress his illness by running around to report it to someone. If they didn't already know. So he would casually make his way to the administration building. His steps paced and quiet. Even purchasing himself a new piece of candy on the way. Still when he got there no one seemed particularly interested in hearing about a direct verbal report from a genin. It was just one of those things where people pat you on the head and tell you just to go write it down and the professionals will get to it when they can.

So he found his way over to a nearby reporting table and took a sheet. Filling out all the mundane information. Name, rank, detailed report of what was witnessed. Even included the victims name before turning it in directly to the mission report box. The lady on the other side of the glass would receive it a few moments later before glancing it over. Informing him that his mission was complete and he could expect payment in three to five business days before returning to her work. All he could think was how much he truly hated the pace of bureaucracy. Still he would nod and turn with his hands back in his pocket sucking on a piece of candy. His hair having returned to normal by then. It was time to head back to his apartment. His job was done for the day...though a part of him wanted to do some spying of his own on the fancy man and his goons. Surely they were bad men and bad men needed punishing. Not that the office would ever get around to it.

Exit thread
1025 + 349= 1374/1350 mission complete double pay.