Whisper grumbled under his breath as he moved into the front door of the tower under construction. The nerve of some people was beyond him. They had just finished sending him out to the middle of no where in order to kill some bandits and in doing so had managed to destroy his favorite outfit. The coat and shirt both had blood stains along the cuffs now. It was damn near impossible to get blood stains out of silk, he had made the maid try for hours. Poor girl feared she would lose her job due to lack of success. She might have had it not provided Whisper with the opportunity to go shopping again. He did so enjoy the opportunity it provided him to enjoy himself with the newest brand name products. If there was any one reason why his mothers royalties was being drained at an alarming level it was due to Whispers shopping habits. Whisper wasn't like other Shinobi. Where others went out and bought weapons and armor or explosive tags and smoke bombs, Whisper was far more interested in his beauty and keeping up to date with the latest trends in Ninja weekly. His closet was an assortment of clothes only worn once or twice.

Still as Whisper had prepared to exit his mothers estate to go shopping a courier arrived. Apparently new orders had arrived for Whisper that had a priority stamp on them. His luck was terrible it seemed. All he wanted to do was go out and get a new shirt and coat and instead they wanted him to go kill more people inhibiting work on some tower a previous Raikage had ordered constructed. What did he care if some dead Raikages building was being inhabited? Either way they had apparently been happy enough with the results of his last mission that they wanted a repeat performance. It was typical of people to make such petty demands of him. Still it would likely just be a stop on the way to the store. So he dressed in a nice white turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans with some leather shoes before tucking his Kunai into his pocket. His red hair was as usual tied back into a pony tail and his bands held back by a pair of goggles. And with his new look all figured out he headed out to go clear out some tower of inconsiderate peasants. Honestly it was like no one knew their place anymore. Apparently too much leeway was given to the criminals and low life scum of Kumo if they thought they could invade a Kage's construction and leave alive. Either way he would deal with them as ordered. Just another day for a Kumo Genin. That was before he arrived and found out the amount of stairs he would have to walk up. Now he spent his time trudging up the steps of this man made mountain. As tedious as it was he figured at least he would get to murder the individuals responsible for making him climb so many flights of stairs.

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Still as he entered onto the eleventh floor he heard some mad cackling off on the other side of the floor. They were only about a third of the way up now but the tower had been cleared of workers after the discovery of the bandits. Whisper sniffed the air as he smelled something odd. It took him a moment before he realized that whomever these geniuses were they had made a camp fire in the center of a building. Likely out of building materials. The light of it flickered along the far wall as if just now coming to life, With it appeared three shadows indicating three individuals. As soon as it lit up they whooped and hollered out a victory call. The imbeciles sounded more like baboon then men. Whisper shuddered a little at the thought of why they needed a fire to begin with. It was hardly cold in there, Either they were making fire just for the fun of it unaware how likely they were to burn to death in it or they intended to use it to cook something. Based on the bloody mouse trap nearby he guessed the latter. Disgusting and foul individuals these lot were.

Still he knew how to deal with idiots. It wasn't new to him to see people with limited brainpower trying to rise above their station. These people were nothing and if they were eager to die he would help them do so before they actually damaged the tower. As quiet as he could Whisper walked forward. Too full of himself to realize he was being fairly loud with his leather shoes tapping across the floor. As he neared the corner where the fire was flickering he peaked his head around. To his surprise he saw only two half naked idiots in masks standing there. He could of sword he counted three shadows. It was then that he felt it. Someone booted him in the back and sent him stumbling forward. The third man had snuck around behind him. Suddenly all three were on top of him and trying to hold him down. Grabbing his left arm to try and prevent him from using hand seals. But unlike other amateurs Whisper only needed one hand. Quickly forming hand seals he formed three two foot long spears in the air above them. They began to bend his arm and he hollered out before driving all three Spears into each throat of the three men. Feeling them collapse on him he gasped and gingerly pulled his hurt arm back to himself out of the grasp of one of the dead men. He was angry enough as it was when suddenly he heard the noise of water pouring....and suddenly it smelled foul. A fourth member was peeing on him and the dead bodies while snickering! In a rage Whisper threw out a wave of lightning that tossed the bodies off of him, put out the fire by scattering it and sent the man who had peed on him flying out the window to fall to his death. For a moment Whisper laid there angry and in pain from being bruised, covered in blood and soaked in urine. There was no way in hell he was going to the store looking like this. No chance in hell.

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1000/1000 mission complete
75/75 Strength to E-1

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