Mission:

Sleep was a beautiful serene art. It promised nothing yet more than you could hope. For Jet there were no dreams or nightmares, simply memories. It was long ago when she took control and began lucid dreaming. And while the normal when people dreaming with complete control use their new found abilities for menial things such as fulfilling their sexual desires or having their wildest dreams come to light in all its dreadful tantalizing glory, Jet used this as a form of training, mental training of course. Memories are the keys to the past and reviewing them over and over always proves enlightening. You can look at your actions and various scenarios you found yourself in and go over them, looking to see what mistakes you've made and what you can do to prevent them from reoccurring because they is what repetition does. You repeat and repeat the same mistakes that over time you stop seeing them as mistakes but rather a simple habit, the normal okay thing to do. That is the common misconception of the popular notion 'practice makes perfect'. You can repeat what you're doing countless times but despite all the blood, sweat, and tears shed all of it shall be for naught as you find yourself at the starting point once again. Practice does not make perfect. It makes habits, a routine if you will. The body will not fix itself till the mind recognizes the issues at hand. Until then the body will be left fixed to repeat as its muscles are trained to remember mistakes.

So Jet stood alone in a blank mind scape, white every wear. It only took her a moment to imagine a door and a key in her hand. Rubbing the cold metal she unlocked the door and strides through, taking no note as it closed behind her. In front of her was a grand library, larger than any one she has ever seen. The flames flicked softly as she passed by, hoping along the walls till she found the papers she was looking for. She prevented a snicker from erupting on her face but a twitch at the sides did not go unnoticed. Sitting down vertically on the wall she skimmed the writing till a slight whirling was heard until suddenly pictures replaced the words and like a movie the clips played. It was her first and last team mission, one that didn't go so well and it was all her fault. While she might not necessarily care about others she cursed herself for getting out of control. Usually she's so careful with her actions but apparently her fears about her former boss were too much. Yes she was unstable, a popular and widely known notion but she was supposed to just be a weird harmless little genin that is a tad violent. Besides it wouldn't due for the village to see her in a less than pleasant light than they did now. Not when he is still out there...

With a thump Jet was pushed off the bed and glared mildly at whoever woke her till she recognized the tuff of dirty blonde hair "Maki what reason do you have for awakening us? We were busy"

Maki scoffed and folded her arm over her chest "Busy? All you two have been doing is lazing around, moping like children"

Jet sighed and rolled her eyes as she untangled the silk bed sheets around her nude form, sitting on the ground. A pout found its way on her face "We do not mope. If anything we simply have been taking a break from things, especially since the negotiations for the bar are stale at the moment. Who knew that son of a bitch had a son? Easy on the eyes but annoying as hell"

The blonde stopped herself from another eye roll and tossed Jet her armor which was just recently completed. "You two know damn well why. Besides I don't understand why you two want to buy that specific tavern. The clientele are nothing more than thugs and crackhead looking for their next fix. If anything you should" She paused and sighed aggravated. "Never mind you'll be late for your mission"

Jet by this time had taken care of her personal hygiene and returned from the en suite dressed her panda hero armor. "Mission? What are you talking about? We've haven't requested a mission since the last one and you know that" It was true. After the events from last time, Jet has isolated herself in Maki's home in an attempt to get herself sorted out. Besides this place felt more like a getaway than her own house did. So with this little mission Jet couldn't help but feel a little wary as she wasn't quite sure what Maki was up to.

Red ruby eyes sparkled with amusement as an apple and bread roll was tossed to the greenie whom caught it "No you didn't. I signed you two up for one. You need to get out and kill something, that usually helps you bounce back"

The prospect of shedding blood and being paid for it appealed immensely to Jester who already began munching on the bread roll "Really? And how did you manage that" she paused remembering the Uzumaki's past status as ANBU and shook her head. "Actually what we want to know is who or rather what we are we killing? Any insight perhaps?"

Maki grinned as she took out a scroll from her blacksmith clothes and opened it "Head to cooridnates XXXX in the Wild West to eliminate the 'monster' from the area. Take its corspe and bring it in as proof it has been dealt with....and dont forget to skin it"

Dumbstruck was an understatement to how Jet felt right about now. "Skin it? Why do you want us to skin it-HEY!"

"You'll understand when you get there. Now hurry along mama wants some new boots!" Maki pushed Jester out the window, eliciting a soft grumble from the girl who simply nodded "Have fun~"

On the outskirts of the village Jet decided to have a little fun with this mission and create a hand sign. In a puff of smoke laid a small barn mouse. "Hehe now for the plan to follow through" Jet grinned as she headed off in the direction of her targeted area. Not even two hours in she arrives in a small farming village. Probably the ones who requested the mission she figured. Looking around, she thought it may be a good idea and get some information before she went on her way. If there is one thing she loves it's information.

Scurrying around she noticed the lack of children playing outside as only a few were playing a game of ninja, and this was notably right in front of the houses as the adults watched them. The men continued to work however they all seemed tensed, as if they were expecting a sudden attack on them. Suddenly she stopped as she smelled blood, only a tad really in the air but it seemed old; along with it there was a certain saltiness in the air. However it wasn't quite like the kind you'd smell near the ocean. Following her gut she found herself at a funeral of sort in an downtrodden field. A mother wept pitifully beside a small grave marked with a wooden cross along with a couple flowers and a picture of a small child smiling happily. What Jet assumed to be the father tried to comfort his face only to have his hand slapped away and meet grief stricken bloodshot brown eyes. "Don't you dare touch me! This is your fault! It's all your fault! He...He wouldn't be dead if it weren't for you!"

She continued to wail as she bashed on her husband's chest, moaning how he should've been watching more carefully and such. The husband did not stop her but simply let her get her frustrations out before her held her tightly in his strong arms, his woeful voice betraying his cold image "I know...I know it's my fault. I should've never let our little boy go that far into the field unsupervised. If anything I would rather have that damn beast take me instead. But...don't worry I was told a ninja is coming here...and you know what that means?" The wife sniffled and looked to him in confusion. "It means that that monster is going to be killed for once and for all and our little boy is going to be avenged" Jet filed away this information and took this as her que to leave...

The trek to the targeted destination had been a quiet one as Jet went over all the information she has obtain. The beast has: been ravaging the farmers in this area for quite awhile; its large enough to instill fear into bulky men; and has taken a life of a small child around the age of 7 silently with minimal effort so its easy to see that it was sufficiently large and stealthily. The lack of blood cancelled out anything and everything with claws and since there were no large birds capable of making off with a child the only explanation would be...."Snake!" Jet called out in surprise as she dodged a rather large python that lunged for her, dispelling the henge.

The Snake didn't give her time to catch her breath as it massive fangs appeared and attempted to swallow her whole. Attempt being the key word. Jet ducked down and quickly did a back flip, kicking its head up with as much force she can muster before landed gracefully on the ground with one of her cleaver knives in her left hand and the other looking like a gun. The python was tossed pack but it recovered quickly as sent its tail to slam into Jet. Jet noticed this and quickly  fired five rounds of shock bullets at the tail then back up a couple meters, ignoring the creatures painful hisses of anger. However despite the numbing it feels it still seeks out the yuurei's blood. Not worried in the slightest, she stood still as it quickly slithered to close the distance but once it was merely a meter away she threw the knife into its head and in a moment it feel down with a thud silent. Seeing as the knife was deeply embedded into its skull Jet stretched her back and grinned at the sounded of a reliving crack "Damn that was exactly what we needed!" She giggled and knelt down to the snake's head, taking out her knife and wiping the blood on her pants before using it again to chop off the head and placed it into a bag. But before she got up to leave she wondered "Hm...we wonder what snake tastes like?"

95/110:

Total WC: 1850
With Christmas Spirit in effect all wc are reduced by 20%

Mission Complete: (800/800)
Trained:
Katon: Hotaru (600/600)
REA D-2 to D-3 (360/360)

Remaining WC: 90