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This was so far below his skill level, and yet he was going to do this. Why? Well because he was newly back into the village hidden in the Sand and he had defected. He had to re-earn the trust of his Lady Kazekage, and show her that he was still fit to be an ANBU. Not only that but he was tired of being a Special Jounin. He wanted to rank up so that he could take the  spot of ANBU Captain before Matsuro or anyone else could set their greedy little eyes upon it. Syekren was laying in his bed, daydreaming of his rise to greatness, while reading over the mission dossier. He'd done this specific mission twice now, and he wasn't looking forward to a third go, but at least this time around it would be much easier and he knew exactly what to do and what he was doing. If not just where to go and who to silence. As an ANBU member he was pretty skilled in that last part. With a gentle sigh, he stood up from his bed and began to dress for the day.

He decided upon his normal black tight bottoms, with the ashura bands tying them tightly around his black socks. He wore closed off sandals and a black obi around his waist. The norm for his top would be the black sleeveless shinobi tight shirt with the neck piece that would cover his entire throat. He slipped his black mask on over his mouth and nose areas, the bit connecting on his throat, just under the neck piece from his tight shirt to form a nice little combo. After he made sure these were in place, he moved his hands to find his hitai-ate, tying it around his forehead nice and tight, then pulling the left side down over the closed eyelids of his empty socket, the bottom of the hitai-ate touching the top of his facial mask.

After he was done getting dressed, Syekren silently grabbed his cloak from a hanger beside his door, slipping into it and buttoning the buttons up to his throat, pulling the hood over his face to completely conceal his features for the time being. Without further ado, he stepped out of his apartment door, closing it behind him and rushing off towards the outskirts of town, making for the wilderness. He ran through the bazaar, reaching the village gates at a rather quickened pace, making for the meeting cactus. He would arrive there within a few short minutes if he kept this pace, in enough time to find whatever the problem was this time, and putting a stop to it. His mind wandered now and again to the thought of becoming an ANBU once more, reclaiming his title, then becoming the Captain of the Black ops. That would truly be an honor, and he would do anything he could to get that honor.

He was now at the meeting cactus, the three men beating upon another hapless traveler. The Uchiha shook his head beneath the cloak's hood, looking the three men up and down. It was obvious they were nomadic vagrants. They were all dressed in dirtied,but traditional, haori. Their hair was pulled into the normal bun or ponytail style. They wore the samurai sandals and gi pants, but alas, they were nothing but vandals and vermin. The strongest of them couldn't be but an academy level fighter. So how was it that every time a merchant or traveler came out here, they were utterly defenseless against these men? With another shake of his head, the Uchiha stepped forward slowly, his each and every footstep kicking up dust. The three men stopped beating on the now dead traveler to look over at the newcomer. The bigger of the brutes motioned for them to hang back, in case they needed to run off. Should they even get that chance. Cowards.

"Hey, I don't know what you think you're doing out here, but this is our territory! Why don't you just turn your little clean cloaked ass around and go home? We'd hate to have to hurt you and end the life of another pathetic tourist from Sunagakure. Isn't that right boys?"

Laughter

They would laugh at him?  This was most disappointing. Many people who actually knew who he was would be shaking in terror and running in the opposite direction by now. But these three? No. They laughed at him, thinking him some simple tourist. He shook his head again, stopping a few feet from the brawniest of the three, looking straight at the two behind him, calculating the easiest way to decimate all three of them so he could hurry on home. He silently raised his right hand, his index finger pointing from the largest one to the smaller, then the smallest of the three, in silent metronome.

"Eenie. Meenie. Miney. Mo. Catch. A. Tiger. By. The. Toe. If. He. Hollers. Let. Him. Go. And. You. Are..."

"What are you, some kind of freak? Run off boys! I got this!"

The other two would turn tail to begin running away while the obvious leader swung his fist at the face of the cloaked Uchiha. There seemed to be a hit on the face of the uchiha, or was it just the cloak crumpling under the fist of the man?

In the blink of an eye.

While the man had drawn his fist back, Syekren had activated his two tomoe sharingan, moving his body in accordance to slip from his cloak, leaving it in the same position. His body moved faster than the other man's eyes could follow, dodging the punch and moving behind his adversary, tilting his head. Syekren's arms and legs burst into flames of burning passion..Well okay, just flames. And he moved his fist back quickly, then brought it forward into the jaw of the man who was foolish enough to think he had a chance in attacking him.

"It."

With that single blow, the former ANBU had put all of his strength into it, slamming as hard as he could. The man's neck turned quickly, too quickly, as a result of the blow. The jaw of the man, as well as his neck, broke like glass hit with a hammer, the snapped neck causing an almost immediate death for the unlucky vagrant. Syekren's attention then turned to the other two men who had hastened their pace and he quietly ducked down, sprinting after them. It was only a matter of seconds before he caught up behind the first of them, reaching out to grapple his head, and twist quickly, snapping his neck. Syekren's attention then quickly turned to the last vagrant who cower against a sand dune, looking into the one crimson eye of the assailant. With a quiet sigh, Syekren reached down, grabbing the throat of his final victim, burning his flames with more intensity to sear through flesh and muscle, giving the man horrible burns that were bad enough to reach his jugular, causing oxidation in the blood. With that, the blood and other liquids in the man's body would begin to boil and evaporate, the flames spreading all over his body until he was completely engulfed. The Uchiha deactivated his jutsu and looked at his handy work, and shrugged. Another day, another mission. With that he gathered up his cloak, walking back on his way home.

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