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Catching a Prankster [D-Rank Mission/Private/No Kill] Sat Aug 15, 2015 6:04 pm
Zinan
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It was a quiet evening, or so Zinan thought, as he watched the sun gradually descend below the wall and the tops of the trees that surrounded Konoha. He stood like a valiant sentinel atop the aviary, his dark, brooding eyes peering from underneath his thick eyebrows, as they scanned the village for any undue activity. He had been on guard duty for three days now, having been assigned a mission to catch a boy that has been defacing the buildings inside the village. The fact that this simple mission had taken so long was an irritation to the genin. It was not like he was incompetent; it was just that the punk that had been messing up the village had not been out and about the last couple of nights. But, he was tipped off by a couple of the Academy students that tonight, the prankster was going to be actively damaging the village.
So, here he stood, on the roof of one of the village's tallest buildings, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And soon, he knew that he'd hear the struggle of a small kid, caught like a fly in a web. He smirked darkly. Zinan had prepared for the kid. He closed his eyes as he thought back to earlier in the evening.
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The sun was still halfway above the horizon, though it was starting to set. Judging by the sun, it was close to eighteen hundred hours. Zinan had just been tipped off by the trio of Academy students; they were leaving the school house for the evening and were playing "ANBU vs. Missing-nin" in the streets, as they headed to their respective homes. When Zinan first saw them, he smiled at his memories of his illusions of grandeur. But, when the three of them were responsible enough to tell them of their classmate's intentions, he smiled even more. They were growing up to be fine ninja.
It was after their report that Zinan got to work. He had been headed to the aviary to resume his guard duty, but now, with this bountiful tip, he had another strategy in mind. Judging by the patterns that had already been set by the prankster, the boy would be targetting the major landmarks in the village: the Administration Building, the Academy building, Hokage Mountain, Ichiraku Ramen, etc. Zinan, being a trapper, prepped the locations for the prankster's visit. It took time and effort, but the abilities of his clan came into use in the preparation. The crystal clear, glass thread that his body produced, liked spider's produced silk, makes a perfect tool for trapping. He had laid several, massive, snare-like traps at the major junctions and corridors around each of the village's landmarks. He knew it was risky to lay such traps, for he may accidentally ensnare an innocent villager or another ninja, and not the boy who was actually to blame.
But, Zinan was getting impatient. This simple mission was drawing on far too long. It was as if the boy had known that someone had been watching, or maybe his parents had grounded him and confined him to his room for the past two days. But all that Zinan could anticipate was for the boy to come out of hiding tonight and terrorize the village once again.
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Zinan opened his eyes. They were clear and focused. He whirled about, the long, billowing sleeves of his black cloak flourished around him. Two, small bulbous glands could be seen for a split second on his forearms. These were the sources of his clan's unique ability to create glass webs. Zinan stalked towards the edge of the rooftop and peered over it; the walkway was below him. He silently dropped to the wooden ramp below and leaned against the railing.
Then he heard it.
A yelp and rattle of old, metal cans. It was a signal device that he had set up. Each of the locations had a different sound that would be emitted if someone was caught in the trap. The cans were the ones that were set up around the Administration Building. With a smirk, Zinan dropped down the the ground below with a soft whoosh. The genin took off at a full sprint in the direction of the sound, sending rocks and dirt into the air as he ran. There would be no way that he'd let the prankster get away, not this time, not after three days of waiting.
As he neared the Administration Building, a small boy ran across the road. Wrapped around his foot was a thread of silky glass, next to invisible to the naked eye. At the end of this thread was a collection of rusty, bent, metal cans. The bounced off of the ground, ricocheted off of walls, pinged off of rocks; the din they were making was clearly noticeable. This was the person who had been caught in the trap. Somehow, the boy had only been ensnared with one foot in the trap and had broken free from the contraption of webs. Now, unsure of and terrified by the cans that were following him, seemingly of their own will, the boy ran from the building that he had been about to vandalize.
It was clear that the boy was the potential and past vandal, as all along his belt and waistband, the boy had tucked cans of spray paint, all of varying shades and differing colors. Who knows what the boy had been planning to do; perhaps the boy had taken two days off to plan his next big vandalism project.
Zinan had succeeded in identifying the boy as the prankster. However, at this place and time, he had yet to capture the boy. "Hey! Kid! Hold up!" Zinan called out to the boy. The boy slowed to a stop and looked at Zinan with a face of fear and anger. However, Zinan schooled his expression into a cheerful and peaceful expression. "What happened there? Get caught up in something?" The genin motioned toward the now still and quiet cans, as they laid, heaped in a pile, behind the boy's left foot.
The boy looked down at the cans and back up to Zinan, the irritation evident in his face. "I don't know what happened. The cans just started to follow me," the boy spat. His face screwed up as if the words he spoke left a nasty taste in his mouth.
Zinan motioned to the cans of paint tucked into the boy's belt. "Might I ask what you were planning to do with..." Zinan counted the cans. "... six cans of spray paint?" He smiled at the boy, especially when the boy's face changed to one of rage. He'd been caught, and the boy now knew by whom. Without so much of a warning, the boy took off down the street, away from Zinan. However, Zinan was ready, as he'd been saving up his Webs of Woven Glass since earlier in the evening. He flexed his forearms and launched two strands of webs at the fleeing boy.
The webs, in the middle of their rapid flight, hardened and sharpened. Back at their origin, Zinan formed a couple of hand signs: "Kamisori Kumonosu no Jutsu!" The Razor Web Technique, a jutsu designed around the Kumonosu Clan's unique physiological by-product, the Webs of Woven Glass, or Spider's Silk. The web sharpens to cut its target, all while attempting to entangle them and trap the target from moving.
Zinan caught hold of the webs as they flew past his hands and pushed his chakra along the long strands. "Kugutsu no Jutsu!" The Puppet Technique, of the balanced control type. Two chakra strings launched down the length of the Razor Webs and adhered themselves to the surfaces. Zinan could now effectively control the Razor Webs.
The webs reached their target in a split second. With a snap, like a whip, the webs wrapped themselves around the running prankster. The web in Zinan's right hand wrapped around the boy's chest and pinned the boy's arms against his sides, while the second web wrapped around the boy's ankles. With a squeal, thud, and subsequent groan, the boy tripped, trapped in the web, and fell to the dirt road. Zinan pulled the webs tight and they bit into the boy's clothing and into his skin. The boy cried out in pain, but Zinan did not care. He was put on this mission to catch the one responsible for defacing the village's buildings. And now he had.
Slowly, Zinan reeled the boy towards him, pulling at the webs, and dragged the boy across the road. Once the boy laid at his feet, Zinan forced chakra through his web glands and emitted more silk. This time, he tied the boy's feet together and tied the boy's hands behind his back. Flashing a couple more hand signs, and the following "Tetsu Kumonosu no Jutsu!", Zinan hardened the webs into iron wire. He knew that he'd feel the drain of chakra on his body while he kept this jutsu up, but it was needed.
Zinan knelt down next to the boy. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice before trying anything stupid, like pranking your own village." He hefted the boy onto his shoulders and trudged off towards the Administration Building, the very building that the boy had been intending to deface. He would deliver the boy directly to the Hokage as he gave his report.
WC: 1602/600
Perception: E-0 > E-1 > E-2 > E-3 > D-0 = 750 Words
Reaction Time: E-1 > E-2 = 150 Words
Total Words Used: 900 Words
So, here he stood, on the roof of one of the village's tallest buildings, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And soon, he knew that he'd hear the struggle of a small kid, caught like a fly in a web. He smirked darkly. Zinan had prepared for the kid. He closed his eyes as he thought back to earlier in the evening.
----------
The sun was still halfway above the horizon, though it was starting to set. Judging by the sun, it was close to eighteen hundred hours. Zinan had just been tipped off by the trio of Academy students; they were leaving the school house for the evening and were playing "ANBU vs. Missing-nin" in the streets, as they headed to their respective homes. When Zinan first saw them, he smiled at his memories of his illusions of grandeur. But, when the three of them were responsible enough to tell them of their classmate's intentions, he smiled even more. They were growing up to be fine ninja.
It was after their report that Zinan got to work. He had been headed to the aviary to resume his guard duty, but now, with this bountiful tip, he had another strategy in mind. Judging by the patterns that had already been set by the prankster, the boy would be targetting the major landmarks in the village: the Administration Building, the Academy building, Hokage Mountain, Ichiraku Ramen, etc. Zinan, being a trapper, prepped the locations for the prankster's visit. It took time and effort, but the abilities of his clan came into use in the preparation. The crystal clear, glass thread that his body produced, liked spider's produced silk, makes a perfect tool for trapping. He had laid several, massive, snare-like traps at the major junctions and corridors around each of the village's landmarks. He knew it was risky to lay such traps, for he may accidentally ensnare an innocent villager or another ninja, and not the boy who was actually to blame.
But, Zinan was getting impatient. This simple mission was drawing on far too long. It was as if the boy had known that someone had been watching, or maybe his parents had grounded him and confined him to his room for the past two days. But all that Zinan could anticipate was for the boy to come out of hiding tonight and terrorize the village once again.
----------
Zinan opened his eyes. They were clear and focused. He whirled about, the long, billowing sleeves of his black cloak flourished around him. Two, small bulbous glands could be seen for a split second on his forearms. These were the sources of his clan's unique ability to create glass webs. Zinan stalked towards the edge of the rooftop and peered over it; the walkway was below him. He silently dropped to the wooden ramp below and leaned against the railing.
Then he heard it.
A yelp and rattle of old, metal cans. It was a signal device that he had set up. Each of the locations had a different sound that would be emitted if someone was caught in the trap. The cans were the ones that were set up around the Administration Building. With a smirk, Zinan dropped down the the ground below with a soft whoosh. The genin took off at a full sprint in the direction of the sound, sending rocks and dirt into the air as he ran. There would be no way that he'd let the prankster get away, not this time, not after three days of waiting.
As he neared the Administration Building, a small boy ran across the road. Wrapped around his foot was a thread of silky glass, next to invisible to the naked eye. At the end of this thread was a collection of rusty, bent, metal cans. The bounced off of the ground, ricocheted off of walls, pinged off of rocks; the din they were making was clearly noticeable. This was the person who had been caught in the trap. Somehow, the boy had only been ensnared with one foot in the trap and had broken free from the contraption of webs. Now, unsure of and terrified by the cans that were following him, seemingly of their own will, the boy ran from the building that he had been about to vandalize.
It was clear that the boy was the potential and past vandal, as all along his belt and waistband, the boy had tucked cans of spray paint, all of varying shades and differing colors. Who knows what the boy had been planning to do; perhaps the boy had taken two days off to plan his next big vandalism project.
Zinan had succeeded in identifying the boy as the prankster. However, at this place and time, he had yet to capture the boy. "Hey! Kid! Hold up!" Zinan called out to the boy. The boy slowed to a stop and looked at Zinan with a face of fear and anger. However, Zinan schooled his expression into a cheerful and peaceful expression. "What happened there? Get caught up in something?" The genin motioned toward the now still and quiet cans, as they laid, heaped in a pile, behind the boy's left foot.
The boy looked down at the cans and back up to Zinan, the irritation evident in his face. "I don't know what happened. The cans just started to follow me," the boy spat. His face screwed up as if the words he spoke left a nasty taste in his mouth.
Zinan motioned to the cans of paint tucked into the boy's belt. "Might I ask what you were planning to do with..." Zinan counted the cans. "... six cans of spray paint?" He smiled at the boy, especially when the boy's face changed to one of rage. He'd been caught, and the boy now knew by whom. Without so much of a warning, the boy took off down the street, away from Zinan. However, Zinan was ready, as he'd been saving up his Webs of Woven Glass since earlier in the evening. He flexed his forearms and launched two strands of webs at the fleeing boy.
The webs, in the middle of their rapid flight, hardened and sharpened. Back at their origin, Zinan formed a couple of hand signs: "Kamisori Kumonosu no Jutsu!" The Razor Web Technique, a jutsu designed around the Kumonosu Clan's unique physiological by-product, the Webs of Woven Glass, or Spider's Silk. The web sharpens to cut its target, all while attempting to entangle them and trap the target from moving.
Zinan caught hold of the webs as they flew past his hands and pushed his chakra along the long strands. "Kugutsu no Jutsu!" The Puppet Technique, of the balanced control type. Two chakra strings launched down the length of the Razor Webs and adhered themselves to the surfaces. Zinan could now effectively control the Razor Webs.
The webs reached their target in a split second. With a snap, like a whip, the webs wrapped themselves around the running prankster. The web in Zinan's right hand wrapped around the boy's chest and pinned the boy's arms against his sides, while the second web wrapped around the boy's ankles. With a squeal, thud, and subsequent groan, the boy tripped, trapped in the web, and fell to the dirt road. Zinan pulled the webs tight and they bit into the boy's clothing and into his skin. The boy cried out in pain, but Zinan did not care. He was put on this mission to catch the one responsible for defacing the village's buildings. And now he had.
Slowly, Zinan reeled the boy towards him, pulling at the webs, and dragged the boy across the road. Once the boy laid at his feet, Zinan forced chakra through his web glands and emitted more silk. This time, he tied the boy's feet together and tied the boy's hands behind his back. Flashing a couple more hand signs, and the following "Tetsu Kumonosu no Jutsu!", Zinan hardened the webs into iron wire. He knew that he'd feel the drain of chakra on his body while he kept this jutsu up, but it was needed.
Zinan knelt down next to the boy. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice before trying anything stupid, like pranking your own village." He hefted the boy onto his shoulders and trudged off towards the Administration Building, the very building that the boy had been intending to deface. He would deliver the boy directly to the Hokage as he gave his report.
=Exit Thread=
WC: 1602/600
Perception: E-0 > E-1 > E-2 > E-3 > D-0 = 750 Words
Reaction Time: E-1 > E-2 = 150 Words
Total Words Used: 900 Words
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