Quite a wonderful time for reminiscence, well it would’ve been. The grounds had been relatively quiet for some time now. The majority of its populace studying in their homes, the few who remained roamed the halls each on their individual plans. Myself included, a unknown drug-dealer wondering the halls of this place? Sickening, though effective once the students fall for the trap. How should I go about this? Well standing around staring into space probably isn’t the best way to start. I thought of using the transformation jutsu to become a two foot sickly-yellow snake, much like the ones I would find near my house when in my younger years. But ultimately decided against it. I found a small corner next to the right side of the academy in which to plot exactly how to tackle this situation. I couldn’t take too long though from the mission details this man is apparently very paranoid, needless to say that direct confrontation would be pointless. I creeped up in the shade of the walls, thoughtfully aware of what was happening around me. Hm… maybe that’s not the case. I crawled up the side of the wall thinking to myself, “This is a stupid idea.” Still it would be interesting to see the results if I succeeded. The doors opened, with two academy students causally chattering about something. I caught something about a misunderstanding, and “We are not soul mates.” They were halfway through the door when one of them stopped and blushed furiously. “It’s nothing like that! I just thought it would be nice to-”
“If that’s what you say sureeeee” The other slyly teased, lovely talk you two but you’re kinda in way… I wouldn’t take too long for me to realize that they weren't going to budge for a while, “It wasn’t my fault the letter went missing! Talk to Sosama, she’ll explain everything!” Okay while you do that, I’ll be leaving cause clearly you two aren’t going to be of much help. At all. Reaching across the wall, I found a window perch one floor up from the ground. The window was open. Clinging close to the wall I slid through the frame as quietly as I could. Okay, searching for target. There was obviously no one in this room. I was about halfway across the room on my way to the door when I heard the light tones of conversation on the opposite side of the door leading to the hallway. Moving closer, the voices became clearer. They seemed to be standing right next to the door, their shadows giving them away. Whispering; quite loudly. “So you two up for some?” This voice was definitely not one of the students. Not any of the staff either, I would tell if it were. Although I couldn’t hear the student’s response I heard the voice. “Well it was worth a shot.” The next thing was the sound of footsteps leading left. I can’t lose the target! As I looked under the wooden frame there was no shadows indicating the presence of teacher, student, or drug dealer anywhere. The door slid easily. As I thought, no one here. So that leaves me to go left.  He’s probably still in the building. Left leads toward an intersection, with another left leading down to the classrooms. So he probably didn’t go that way. So working my way right I came across a small group a bit further down the hallway. Quickly I hid back behind the corner, stretching my hearing to catch the conversation while carefully looking from the corner..

“So are you two interested in what I have today?” He sucks. Thinking bluntly to myself. The couple looked at each other for a second, and one of them responded. “I think we’ll take some.” Horrified I watched the exchange of money and products. The man reached from inside his cloak and placed a small plastic bag into the hands of one of the girls. Oh he’s in for it now. After the transformation jutsu I marched out from my corner and intercepted the trio. The couple fumbled around their pockets hurriedly at the sight of me, trying to hide whatever they had bought. “Ahem! What’s happening here you three?!” The couple looked petrified, “Sorry Kizuato sensei! We’ll be on our way!” They responded simultaneously. Thank goodness sensei is still teaching. And that he isn’t too difficult to transform into. I imagined his blonde hair and the traditional Sunagakure Flak Jacket. He wasn’t one to stand out in a crowd. Focusing on my mission, Just as I was going to drag the dealer into a private room for more intense punishment he was already gone. “Where did the guy you were talking to go?” They both pointed to the end of the hallway, he was still running down and shoving students away to try and escape. You’re not escaping that easily. I ran down after him, after I told the two students “I’m calling a meeting with both your parents after this!” However their reactions were unknown to me, I faced my  target, approaching the end of the hallway with no other exit except classrooms, and that wouldn’t be much help for him. “Hold it right there!” The cloaked man was backed into a corner. With nowhere to go he would have to surrender, then die at my hands. Still running toward him I gripped a pair of shuriken, hiding it inside of my black jacket. The rest should be simple, drag him to a corner and finish the mission.

                 Or maybe not- within a split second he opened a window and leaped outside. With shock I saw his body fall, till the sight of him was cut off by the bottom of the frame. Still I kept running and leaped out after him, landing on roof tiles not long after my drop. We were on the second floor after all. “At this height there was not much a chance that he would’ve leapt down from here. According to the mission details, in terms of prowess, he was only at academy level; if he fell from this height he might risk injuring himself then he’d be an easier target.” Where could he be then? I better get on the roof for, hopefully, a better view. I rushed to the next floor with a slight jump onto the wall, my ascent slightly above a jogging pace. Stretching out my strides to make up for my slower pace. Above the platform I stood on several seconds ago there was another rooftop a few meters higher. I was a step from the flat bottom of the roof, with momentary weightlessness, my steps effortlessly strode over the edge of the unintentional platform. Though it was a long shot he wasn’t on the roof tiles. Clank Clank! The dull sound of blunt force on a door hurt my ears. Looking for the source I remembered there was a door on top of the roof. To my surprise, the same cloaked figure loomed over the lock desperately gripping to the hope they could escape me now. With a small cloud of smoke the transformation jutsu was undone, “You did good to evade me thus far, but this is where it ends.”

I was at one side of the roof and the cloaked drug dealer, we stood about fifteen meters apart however the dealer was two meters to the right after that distance. Get won’t be able to escape me from here. If they tried to run he’ll be vulnerable to attack plus they’ll be easier to track. Time to begin a possibly messy job. My hands weaved sign after sign, “Can you dodge this?” . Dragon-Rat-Horse-Tiger. Choosing the closest tiles I could fire they all simultaneously levitated at the same time. They were in a neat two by five line on the one meter tiles in front of me and flung themselves in a barrage toward the cloaked dealer. With less than half a second to dodge they did well evading the attack. They rolled to their left, and got to their knees. Keeping low they charged with surprising speed. One of their hands was hidden in their cloak, maybe a kunai? Well I had a kunai up my sleeve as well, not one they’d enjoy. I held my stance, until they were just out of my range. Six meters. Tiger. This hand seal was a lot easier for me to form unlike the others, and this jutsu could be activated more quickly too. Five Meters. They tried to turn back once they saw my what hand seal I was using. But at the speed they were moving at they won’t make it out unscathed. The flames engulfed half of their figure, again they were rolling along the ground making choked noises. It seemed the clothing didn’t do much to shield them from the flames. The flames burned their entire back half. Trying to resist the urge to scream. They were also trying to get up! Without hesitation I leaped forward, taking stride by stride. They were gaining progress, already they were halfway up. Using their palms to support them. I tackled them back onto the ground, immediately binding both arms above their head, setting either leg on each side of their stomach while I sat on their chest. We were about equal strength despite the burns they suffered from my jutsu, and I had trouble holding their arms still, but there was no way they could do anything about the massive weight holding them in place. With some difficulty I managed to grab a kunai with my right hand, and plunged it toward the cloaked face. However they broke my grasp on them and with one hand stopped my kunai wielding hand and with the other chopped on the side opposite of my elbow. Forcing my hand to be shoved back at with the added force of the stranger under me trying to evade death. The looped end of my kunai was being wrestled in front of my face, but I now I had my other hand free. Contemplating whether to choke them out, but a brilliant idea crossed my mind. With my other I leaned in… and using my proximity to launch myself backwards away from the ledge. Having recovered some the cloaked dealer was standing, leaning heavily on their left foot and their arms relaxed on either side. Tori. I took a massive breath in and holding for a second and Release! Spheres of highly condensed air shot out from my mouth and fired them to a dejected looking cloaked drug dealer. We were two meters away the first bullet had pierced their cloak a bit, leaving a hole on impact point. They were knocked back as well. Perfect. My onslaught continued with me spouting out five more bullets which flew for the kill. One after another, bulls eye every time. Now we were five meters from the edge, and six bullets were produced. With each one connecting with the dealer and knocking them back a meter each hit, the last one was a shock for them. I wish they had fallen silently, but that was seldom the case. They went down tumbling and screaming as they plummeted to death. I couldn’t move, I just stood and listened to their last cries then the guilty silence. My heart felt as if it was what had fallen. Most people don’t feel their heartbeat but I could feel it. Strained and heavy it was. Life, it was a strange value. It can go up or down, but stays constant for some people. From what I know about this person, they deserved to die. Did they really? Was selling drugs really worth being stalked and killed? According to whoever put this mission up, yes it was. “I guess…” I said before heading down to retrieve the body.
Luckily no one caught me carrying a corpse as I dragged back to my house. Laying the body in the middle of my already messy room, temporarily rearranged the room to accommodate the dead person. Crashing on the bed, wondering how to go about the problem of body disposal. Since no one ever comes to my house my options were pretty open. For the time being I elected to simply sleep things off. “Better not take too long, I would hate the smell to linger.” Sleep was almost impossible, so instead I was walking the line between the waking and dream states. I'll probably regret this later on. Oh yea, I got to find both those brat’s parents later on. This day just keeps getting better...

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