Nick yawned into his hand. He was sitting in his living room, feeling slightly more bored then usual. His morning was quite odd. He woke up on the other side of the bed, as one would say. Needless to say, it was a difficult morning. He had been drinking the night before which might have been the cause. But hell, did he care that much? No, he didn't. And there he was, idly staring at his radio as sounds of the radio filled his apartment with the morning news.Slightly boring, but Nick was somewhat preoccupied with other thoughts in his mind. His heart was slightly pumping. He requested that his official rank would be raised in the Shinobi world a few days ago. He had to do a trial of combat and let them show what kind of missions he did, they weren't very impressed but it wasn't too bad.


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Nick stood up and went into his kitchen. He plopped open the door of his fridge and looked into it, wondering what kind of food he had. After all, breakfast was a good idea right now. The male was listening to the news whilst searching the fridge. Just like today, yesterday and probably tomorrow the temperatures were going to range from thirty to forty degrees celsius. He brought his hand to the back of his head and softly stroked his hair, using his hand as a comb. HE then leaned his head back slightly and grabbed a bottle of Jillz. Which was good quality beer. He popped the b ottle open with a bottle opener from a drawer in his fridge. After popping it open he would take a nice long sip. After having done that he went back to his fridge, wondering what he would eat. He yawned.

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He had some basic goods, goods that he liked. Like vegetables. The boy loved vegetables. He couldn't wait until he was in a new village though, since that usually meant a whole new type of culture, which had obviously different types of food and drinks with them. This made Nick happy, diversity that is. He grabbed a big apple, one that he found in a forest in another country. For some reason, it didn't spoil. Apples were really rare in Sunagakure, which made him sad since he loved apples. But it was partially understandable. Considering that he was in a village that was based in a desert. And it was surrounded by a huge desert. Where the hell would they get apples? The only location that Nick wuold imagine would be custom fruit gardens, that had a good water supply. Which was expensive in the desert. Nick groaned and bit into his last apple, the juices running down his chin.

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He pushed his sleeve against his chin to wipe up the juices that were running down his face. After having done this he closed his fridge and took a good sip of his beer. He cracked his neck mildly, relaxing it ever so slightly. This truely was the breakfast of champions. After heaving eaten and being done with his drink the male would put on his leather boots. He was quite adventurous which meant that he would rarely stay in doors. That was not really his thing, so going out was more or less a daily part of his routine. He went to his door and grabbed his slick black leather coat. Which was a wardrobe malfunction on his part, considering that he was in a desert and the sun oftenly scorched on his skin, which was a good reason for him to do missions in the night.

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After dressing up properly he opened his front door. He walked out and saw the sun shining straight into his face. It made him slightly groan. He wasn't really in the mood for warmth today; hence he opted to walk into the shadows instead of walking in broad daylight. As he was taking a hike he figured, maybe it would be a good idea for him to take a mission today? After all, he got ranked up a few days ago which allowed him to take up higher ranked missions. And missions that were of higher rank usually had greater rewards. And Nick's main goal in life was to become rich anyway, the assistance of missions were certainly helpful considering that high ranked missions had a nice pay-roll attached to them. And if he did some secret shady stuff next to that, the goals of being richer then he was now were certainly real.

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He adjusted his sunglasses slightly. He was aiming to walk towards the kages building like he did quite a lot of times. It had become quite a burden, but he decided on leaving Sunagakure soon. His next destination was probably Konohagakure. He had heard quite a few good things about that village and wanted to see it for himself this time around. It certainly seemed like a funny village. He had been there once before when he was eight years old or so. But such was a very long time ago. Ten years to be exact. After some remniscing he finally would arrive at the Kage's office. He came in rudely as always and yawned into his hand once again. He looked quite beat-up which was probably caused by his mild hang over. He scratched his chin. He wondered whether or not he would be allowed to go on A ranks.

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Probably not. But to be sure, he asked, and indeed he wasn't allowed to go on A ranks. That made him a little bit angry, but he could understand it. He felt like he wasn't strong enough to take those anyway. But still, he had ideals. After going back to the mission room, he grabbed a B rank that seemed most interesting to him. It was somewhat of a 'be fast, silent, and quick' mission. He was discrete so it wouldn't seem like a problem to him. He needed to kill someone, but not let others know that it was him who ended his life. He guessed that it was someone political, but the again, he didn't care that much. It was funny, having a license to kill. He guessed that this is how ANBU's felt when they go out and do tasks in the open.

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He was to travel to a small village nearby. The wind village, or whatever. He sighed mildly and went to his apartment, he grabbed his backpack and began filling it with some basic goods. Of course, he grabbed his weaponries as well. He left a will behind in the drawer of one of his desks in case of the worst case scenario, because every shinobi taking a decently ranked mission should be prepared to make one of those. It's an important of the cirriclum of the shinobi, Nick always liked to thought. After grabbing his backpack he left again and headed into a grocery store, grabbing some other goods as well. He then set course for the Wind Village. He was lucky enough that it wasn't that far away. Crossing the desert took him a quite amount of time. Three to four hours that is. He disliked aimlessly walking, so this was one of the missions he didn't like that much.

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He cracked his knuckles as he finally had arrived in this so called Wind Country. Discretion was his thing, so the people there didn't really think much of Nick other then a traveler. It sounded a little stupid, when he thought about it. Since if they were smart enough they'd figure a hired sword killed their leader when Nick was done. Nick had second thoughts about this mission, wondering whther or not it was a set-up.Since after all, if they figure that it was Nick who did it he'd be sitting on a nest of thorns. He stole the agenda of the guy he was supposed to kill from his office. At night. It wasn't a problem since they didn't have any security guard, oddly enough. But then again, it made his job easy.

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After obtaining his schedule he learned that he would be going to another village nearby. He was planning on traveling with his secretary and that was it. He smirked, he went to the passage that they were supposed to pass through and waited... and surely enough, they showed up. Nick shoved his kunai in the neck of his secretary whilst the main guy was in the toilet. There were no other witnisses, so that was good. He went into the bathroom, kicked the door open and killed him whilst he was on the shitter, there ought to be more glorious ways to die, Nick thought. He then went back to Suna in a slight bit of hurry, after coming back he claimed his ryo, it was more then he expected so he was happy. He cleaned his kunai and put it in his pouch again and went back to his apartment.

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