Whisper sighed as he walked along. He was wearing his typical outfit of designer clothes. A new pair of shoes were polished and fitted to his feet along with silk socks. It was tight but at least it didn't slip back and forth or flop at all. His pants were a designer brand that was probably far more expensive then the fabric used to make it and yet it was still comfortable. His shirt was made of silk with silver buttons but still untucked, while a black coat hung open with his weapons strapped to the inside. His goggles held back his red hair like a hairband which seemed to make his blue eyes stand out even more. His hair was tied back into a pony tail and eye shadow and some blush seemed to highlight his eyes even more. His shirt was also partially unbuttoned three buttons down to reveal his hairless chest. He enjoyed looking good. If nothing else his mother had given him that. Still the mission they were sending him on seemed like such a bother. He was chasing bandits out in the middle of no where. Its as if they had no respect for him as a shinobi yet. But that was fine. They would see.

According to the mission, some lowlife bandits had claimed some no where place called the thunder grounds and were preventing anyone from entering. Even robbing them. Typical behavior of peasants trying to rise above their station. Still the good part was he would be allowed to end them for their misstep. After all he was basically royalty in comparison to these no named fools. Still it was such a bother to have to get his own hands dirty. He had already been informed though that as a shinobi he was expected to do his part. He had been rather shocked at first that they wanted him to do these mundane tasks but now he had calmed down a little. He smiled a little as thoughts of malice ran through his mind. These bandits would work wonders on improving his mood as he got to enjoy killing them. They would pay for making him climb out of bed that morning. At least it wasn't raining. Though as he drew closer to the area in question he saw some fairly dark clouds and heard thunder booming. Well he wouldn't be heading much further in anyways.

His blue eyes shifted to a lone individual standing in the center of the path heading into the land. That was obviously the peon that thought he could be a king. He was still a good ten meters away. Still Whisper felt hungry as he looked at the smirking man. The idiot dared to look at him like that? Well it was just as well. Whisper could handle one man and teach him his place fairly quickly and perhaps find a nice place to go for lunch. Either way the man opened his mouth and Whisper cringed. So distracted by the mans crooked yellow teeth he didn't hear a word the man said. Likely some threat or another. Whisper was just glad that he couldn't smell the mans likely rancid breath. The individual was just too foul and ugly to even take moderately seriously. It was no wonder people wanted him dead. At the thought Whisper rolled his eyes as he noticed the man was still prattling on. Apparently the low class idiot noticed because he began to advance threateningly on Whisper. To which Whisper finally spoke up. His voice filled with vanity.

"Oh now we have had quite enough of that. Down boy."

And with that he turned sideways and lifted his right hand preforming one handed hand seals. As he did so the air around him filled with blue static. Concentrating and forming into three thin lines. Two foot spears in length, three in total, hovered around him. One to each side of him and one over his head. With a twisted smile he snapped his fingers as the man realized what was happening. Even as the man turned to find cover the three spears shot out after him at intense speeds. One missed entirely and flew off several meters before dispersing. One hit the mans left shoulder but barely enough to cause injury as it mostly bounced off bone. The last one however met its mark and slammed into the back of the targets neck. Whisper stood there smirking over his work as the light faded and the man kneeled onto the ground holding his bleeding neck. The man was a dead man. That much was certain. It would just take a few moments. Still Whisper narrowed his blue eyes as the bushes rustled. From both sides two men charged him. Fools would be fools it seemed.

Whisper was slower then them but he had a plan. He waited a moment for them to draw closer each holding a Kunai. He was terrible at close combat but that didn't mean he couldn't defend himself. He waited until the best moment and jumped up. He turned pointing his right hand at both men but instead one of them grabbed him by the ankle. With a surprised yell he was tossed to the ground. Dirt and grime slammed up against his clothes and the air was knocked out of him. Reflexes kicked in and As he bounced Whisper let off his jutsu sending out a wave of lightning to knock down both opponents. As they hit the ground Whisper scrambled to his feet. Grabbing one of their Kunai he quickly stabbed each of them repeatedly in the throat. How dare they cause him pain! And mess up his clothes too! With a sigh he raised to his feet with blood dripping from his hands and the kunai he held in both hands. Three men were dead now. As the fourth moved out of the bushes and dropped to his knees whisper threw the Kunai. Angry with the condition of his clothes and the bruises he didn't even hear the man out before a Kunai slammed home into the mans throat. Walking away Whisper growled under his breath on how he needed to go home and change before heading to a restaurant now. Thanks to him having to punish those men for touching him at all he now needed to wash the blood off his hands as well. The shirt and coat were likely stained. Such a pain.

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