A young bandaged wearing ronin roamed the bustling streets with her hood up, shadowing her face. She had taken it upon herself to take some simple c-rank mission called "Street Rat". Apparently some old man, a drunkard named Zahn, had been disturbing the peace so to speak. He is known to have a poor attitude which gets worse when he is under the influence of alcohol. The man has a tendency to be violent towards innocent people; it doesn't help that he is a C-rank  taijutsu user and has a bit of a large build. According to the mission file, Zahn could be distinguished by the grotesque burn mark on his neck on the collar bone. She wonder how that came about but it was really of no importance. She figured it wouldn't be to hard to apprehend the man since he did not posses any knowledge or skill with ninjutsu of any sort.

She had been walking around the village, asking around if anyone knew where he was last seen. Unfortunately most people strayed away from her, as they were unnerved by her appearance. It didn't help the fact she was soaking wet, carrying around a sword, and spoke in a cold, emotionless voice. She was finding it quite annoying. These people lived in a god forsaken ninja village for pete's sake. She rolled her eyes as another person said they didn't see Zahn around. She stopped under the canopy of a street vendor, and dug around in one of the many pockets within her jacket. She took out a map and unfolded it. She crossed out another area. She was honestly surprised she hadn't found him. From the reports, he seemed to be the type to cause a big commotion. She read it over; evidently the only place she had yet to have scouted for this nuisance of a man was the Red Light District. She would have preferred not to go there, as it smelled awful and often reminded her of the bastard guards of her old place. Yet it's for the mission so she will just have to suck it up and bite her tongue. She folded up the map and safely tucked it away into a pocket inside her jacket, leaving to the where he may be.

As the night went on, the rain storm had gotten worse as it was quickly evolving into a harsh thunderstorm. The streets where empty but you could her the parties going on within the brothels and theaters. Azaki watched a geisha run out of a building, her cheek swollen red; it was quickly turned black and blue. Another woman dressed in a similar manner went out into the thunderous rain, hugging the hysterical woman, trying to soothe her. Azaki being curios walked up to the two prostitutes "Excuse me but what seems to be the matter?" she asked with genuine concern. These woman may have been in this line of work but Azaki wasn't one to care for such petty things. It was simply a way of life and obviously most did not work in such conditions unless they had to so she wasn't going to judge them.

The woman cooed her friend, rubbing her back before acknowledging Azaki's presence. She lead both the other woman and her inside, taking out a wipe cloth and dabbing it on her friend's cheek that had makeup running down, staining them. "A client is causing trouble again. He came in drunk and demanded that he be attended to. Personally I believed we shouldn't since he was already so drunk, obviously been drinking for hours on end but of course, my words went unheard" she spoke the last part with bitterness which Azaki could understand. "That man is always causing trouble to people in this village"

A crash could be heard along with some yelling. It must be the drunk customer she was telling me about she mused. She walked up the stairs to see the commotion and perhaps offer her assistance when she suddenly stopped. Wait a minute, she said he was drunk and always causing trouble. I wonder... Azaki peeked inside the room "Bingo". There in the room was her target, Zahn. The twenty-eight year old, black haired man sat in the middle of the room. He looked exactly like what the description in the file said; slight balding, wearing a kimono that had various shades of brown and white with a rather appalling burn mark on his neck where the collar bone was. He was throwing bottle around the room and spewing nonsense. Azaki rolled her eyes and with a bit of chakra, was enveloped in smoke. When the smoke dissipated, there stood Azaki but different. Her hair was longer, going down to her butt, styled messily. She was taller and had the body of a twenty-one year old woman. She wore a white kimono with black trimmings and a pattern of sparkling blue butterflies with matching sandals. She looked inside once more, seeing Zahn about to clobber another of the women. She quickly jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around him. "Ne why don't you play with me Zahn-kun~"

Azaki was thrown off but regained her composure and safely landed on her feet, backing up a bit. Zahn turned to her, fury in his eyes "Supid b*tch! How dare ya mess w-with *hic* me!" he roared and in a blind rage threw a punch towards her head whilst charging at her. Azaki calmly side stepped to right, dodging the blow and kicked him on the back, knocking him to the ground. "You can't even throw a proper punch hehe~ Man you pathetic" she hopped back a few steps when he got back up. "P-Patheeetic! Yaz just some a fucking whore like ever- *hic* every fucking one in this place" Zahn charge at her once, intending to hit her this time, yet his form was worse, but that was to be. He was severely drunk and could barely even stand straight, let alone fight. Azaki figured since that he knew some taijutsu that he would at least be better than that but damn he was hammer. Getting bored of this, she placed her hand on top of his fist and used it to help her jump over him. Whilst in the air, the channeled a light but reasonable dose on chakra to the heel of her left foot and kicked his head into the wall. With a thud, his head connected to the wall and knocked him out. The henge disappeared a moment after she dealt the blow. "Now to tie him up and be done with this" she took out some rope she brought with her, and tied him up then dragging him away to Artho's keep.

Chakra 145/150: