Mission:

Ren stood in the mission office, in front of a bulletin board with an assortment of missions and jobs posted. Each section marked off, one for the D ranks and more for C ranks and so on... She looked around, curiously investigating some of the A ranks that hadn't been taken. Of course she knew that those missions were well out of her league! But that didn't stop the curiosity from brewing, high profile assassinations and protection missions. They sounded so granduer in task, but she rejected the idea, she was never one for killing or anything like that. But that was part of being a ninja, right? This existential crisis is the reason she had pushed off being a genin and worked for her mothers clinic instead. But now the time came to accept this fate, and learn to move past her fear. Even if it took baby steps, any progress was progress.

Her eyes glanced through the B ranks, briefly skimming over one as she moved across the board. Another person walked up and grabbed the first D rank he could find, so nonchalaunt about it too. He walked away and Ren turned her head to follow him as he headed to the secretary to take the mission, he seemed like he didn't have a care in the world. Ren quickly turned her eyes back to the board, humming lightly as she thought to herself. It struck her at that moment! There were no more D rank missions on the board to take for that day, he moved so quickly and grabbed it because it was all that was there. Her head dropped with a sigh, a melancholy expression overcame her briefly. Dammit... she thought to herself.

With a turn she brought her head up to the C ranks, looking if there were any missions that she could potentially take on. They all sounded so much more dangerous than what she was prepared to handle, her eyes rolled over one about a delinquent gang. Apparently a bunch of kids causing trouble somewhere in the streets and alley ways of the village. According to the report they all look rather rugged, some even homeless and have a very wicked temperament, but they were all just kids. Ren formed a fist, slightly crushing the paper from the board in her hand while speaking out, "I can take on a bunch of kids! But maybe I should find someone to join me on the mission... it is a C rank after all." she spoke to herself. A bit of a melancholy look on her face as she walked over to the secretary to try and take the mission on.

[451 words]

At this point, Dakuman was simply doing missions for the hell of it. He had plenty of money to see him through the wastelands outside of Suna and well into another country. There was an amount of satisfaction that he was getting from doing these things. His last mission as an assassination, dealing with a drug dealer who was selling illegal 'energy' bars to academy kids. Normally, Dakuman was not one to knock someone for thier hustle, but this guy was selling shit to kids, sending them to the hospital. There had to be a line somewhere, and clearly that guy did not know where it was. He'd turned assassination mission in several minutes before, and was wandering back to the mission board to grab something else to keep his time occupied.; there was young girl staring at the board ahead of him. He could see her reach up, and snatch a paper off the board. Thinking nothing of it, Dakuman stepped up to the board to grab a mission for himself.

".... the fucking hell!?"

It would seem that there were no other missions availible to him; There were zero D rank missions left on the board, and of those of C rank, there were plenty of missions that were classed within his 'ranking', but there were none left that did not require a special endorsement of some kind. What kind of fucking village system put missions on reserve for special people?! What fucking kind of 'endorsement' did he need-- frick this system! From the looks of it, he needed to be registered ninja of Sunagakure no Sato in order to take those missions.

"Fucking shitten ass mission system. frick it to fucking hell!" He frowned at the board, but a thought occured to him; perhaps that kid that took a mission from the board had one that he could do? Those grey eyes turned to the female as she walked to the counter, his frown changing into a grin. Dakuman, turned away from the mission board and made his way over to the girl. He reached her fairly quickly, before she could reach the secretary and request the mission for herself.

"Hey kid." A hand was reached out, attempting to pat her on the shoulder to get her attention. If she turned around before he touched her, or even not, he would continue speaking once he got her attention. "I see you took a C rank mission from the board; would you like some help on it?" A smile was offered, some what hiding the fact that he was mildly upset about the situation; he not pleased that if she accepted, he'd have to work with another person to complete a mission, but then again, the other result was that he was left with no mission to do at all. For now, he would grin and bear it, and take the 'loss' Besides, there was the change he was paired with a ninja that was not shit tier in skills.

frick. It was about the same chance that this kid was a shit tier in terms of skill. Either way, he was screwed.

524 WC

Ren unwrapped the piece of paper and folded it out, trying to fix the creases she created, stepping to the side of someone approaching the board. Gently speaking as she walked by, "Excuse me..." she left off and let her eyes wander through the mission details a few feet away. As she slowed her pace, she heard some... less than friendly language. Stopping at those few feet away, she turned her ear briefly, no doubt the same complaint she just had, whether it was a slow day in the village or not, it was a bit annoying. She snickered to herself, never one for foul language herself or any outbursts, but it was a bit funny to watch someone get worked up over something small.

A short moment later, she felt an arm followed by a call out to her. Her eyes widened as she turned her head, almost ignoring the hand on her shoulder. It was a rather aggressive call to attention, but she didn't mind it entirely, direct was usually better in her mind, as long as it didn't cross any lines. But what followed wasn't something random, more an offer to help her on the mission, she glanced down at the paper and then back up to him. She paused for a second, his smile seemed genuine enough, and she certainly wouldn't mind the help or company. The mission would pay out the same whether she did it alone or with an entire squad. After the short pause her eyes would light up, "Oh, Yeah! Sure! That would be great..." she paused again and held out the paper to let him see the mission. "It's been a while since I've really done any ninja work so I'll be a bit rusty... if that's fine with you? Check out the mission and let me know what you think?"

She would let him take the paper and look it over or to reject the offer if he so chose. It didn't matter much to her, the journey through the city to their location was quick, and it was already late afternoon which was perfect time for them to start their trouble. Once all was said and done and she had confirmation to begin, she would offer a small introduction to him, "By the way, I'm Ren. Ren Sabaku! And you are?" her tone would be a bit ecstatic. A gracious smile to accompany it and her hand held out if he should accept it, doing her best to be polite to the person who offered to help her out. Giving him a moment to respond to the introduction or wave it off, she would offer a bit, "Ready to go whenever you are." her tone would either maintain its politeness or turn to a more monotone depending on how he responded to her. The respect to which, should be obvious enough, but he was offering to help Ren and she wasn't one for starting a fight over nothing so accepting the situation was the best she could do.

Once the introduction was done with, and they were ready to begin she would turn towards the secretary, or let him do so if he wanted, and let her know that they would be taking that mission. Following through with any identification she required and whatever bureaucracy was required along with it. Then it would be time to journey off into the village to find a group of troublesome kids and... put a stop to it? Or something like that.

[600 words, 1051 words total]

"Oh, Yeah! Sure! That would be great..."

It would seem that this female was a bit chipper. Wonderful. At least she was not appearing to be an emo wreck like most of the ninja that he remembered from his days in the academy. Avengers, they called themselves. Someone killed someone in their lives, and now they devoted themselves to killing that person -- a waste of potential. Why live life with the sole goal of killing one person? What did one do when you killed that person? How did you adapt to a normal life then? Or worse, what if someone else killed that person before you could? What if you spent your entire lift chasing a ghost?

"It's been a while since I've really done any ninja work so I'll be a bit rusty... if that's fine with you? Check out the mission and let me know what you think?"

"Its fine." Short and sweet; Dakuman was not one for speaking normally. But he would need to 'blend in' for this to work -- a mission within a mission, so to speak.

But this did not matter -- Dakuman shook these thoughts from his mind, the girl was offering him the paper from the mission board. Taking  it, he would look over it quickly; yea, this one was doable. No stamp requiring a special endorsement of being a Sunagakure no Sato ninja. But the mission itself seemed simple: A gang of drop-out genin causing trouble in the village, nothing to major. It was required for them not to be killed, but to make the point clear that their gang would not be tolerated. Seemed easy enough. After he passed the mission back, it would seem that this girl had more to say.

"By the way, I'm Ren. Ren Sabaku! And you are?"

A Sabaku? So, this woman was a part of the family that literally owned these deserts for most of the village's history? Interesting, word had that the Sabaku clan was not quite as powerful as they once were, financially and as far as their ninja prowess. Perhaps this child would be able to show him some of their tricks, hm? Some of that infamous Sand jutsu.

Pay attention, Dakuman.  This child was offering her hand to him -- not in marriage, but in greeting. Dakuman's face twitched for a moment; he was not used to these kind of greetings. He more of a subtle 'nod your head to acknowledge someone's presence' kind of guy. He was not really one for physical contact, but this girl was not half bad looking. Perhaps it would be alright?  Reaching out, he grasped her hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Dakuman X. Pleasure." He returned the smile as it was offered, lest this woman refuse him from taking the mission to assist her. Provided that she had released his hand, he would pull it back.

"Ready to go whenever you are."

"After you, Ren." He nodded to her, smiling still. He would let her handle the process of getting them approved for the mission, offering the up his Identification papers when asked. As Ren handled the paper work, Dakuman took a moment to ensure he had his weapons with him; Strange Tune was strapped diagonally across his back, with the hilt protruding above his right shoulder, held in place by a make shift harness Dakuman created. Fallen's Retribution was strapped horizontally across the small of his back, with the hilt protruding from his right side. The hidden blade was attached to his left wrist and hidden beneath his clothing. The flute tanto was strapped to his chest to allow easy access should he need to grab it. He took time to make sure that each weapon was secured in its location, patiently waiting for Ren. A thought occurred to him as he waited; from the pouch he wore, Dakuman produced two small bells which he secured to the hilt of Fallen's Retribution and Strange Tune. Immediately, a barely audible ringing began to fill the air from the bells. A soft smile crossed his face.

Whenever Ren was ready, he was; he would follow her lead. After all, this was her mission to run.

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Dakuman X.... what an interesting name she thought to herself, Maybe it's like a code name or something. Or maybe he's supposed to be like a superstar or something. she said looking him over. He didn't exactly scream celebrity status or anything, but still. A unique name if she had ever heard one. Ren handled the paperwork and headed for the door. He checked his assortment of weapons, Ren simply had the kunai and senbon in her pouch, and she doubt she would need them against a bunch of genin dropouts, would she? Even then, no killing them, not that she wanted to. It was just re-assuring in some sense. She heard a small and almost deaf ringing, like the sound of bells, an interesting choice in all of that, but she smiled all the same.

Ren would nod to him and start heading out the door and into the city, the journey to wherever they might be wasn't too far, but it was a poorer area of town. More housing and such and less commerce, but maybe it was better for them that way, less people around and more homes and smaller groups of people to torment. Making her way out of the building, careful for Dakuman to follow, she would chime in trying to spark a bit of a conversation if possible, "So... Dakuman X." she would pause for a second thinking of her words carefully, "What kind of jutsu do you use or specialize in? Might be nice to know in case we end up in a fight or something..."

Before he could answer though, Ren would chime in, "I'm sure you know about the Sabaku and the sand style jutsu, but I'm also pretty good with Medical Ninjutsu too..." she would add on as they made their way through to the east side of the city. She would listen in to him if he decided to comment or have anything else he would like to add. At the same time, she would keeping an eye out for the potential group of kids, a few people out here and there but never more than two people.

From the mission report they should be somewhere with a few blocks after they get into the neighborhood, always causing trouble and vandalizing things and being loud. It shouldn't be hard to find them at all, the sand and stone would get a bit darker in color and things would be a little less kept up. But for now, the commentary and introspection on the state of part of the village would be saved, for now, Ren and Dakuman would need to find these little brats causing trouble.

[455 words, 1506 words total]

Following Ren out the door, the duo would begin their journey through the city. Dakuman did not seem to mind the walk; it gave him a chance to think of the future as he went. He wondered where he would go when he left Sunagakure no Sato; what was he going to do about that Haruka kid? He surely could not keep him forever: he did not want that. Being a slave like that was no better than being in prision; and Dakuman would not wish that one someone else, not if he could help it. Nah, as soon as this kid got him out of the borders of Sunagakure no Sato and Kaze no Kuni, he was free. His slate would be wiped clean.

As the duo made their way through the village of Sunagakure no Sato, Dakuman could not help but notice where thier route took them; the buildings around them became less maintained, and more shabby. Those grey eyes looked about carefully; this area in the village was not known for its crime for nothing. Even with his swords and gear, Dakuman knew that there were people out there who would still try him for his coin anyway. He was not worried about defending himself; he knew he could hold his own in a brawl. But he was not alone; he was walking these streets with some girl, someone whom he had just met and had no clue if she could defend herself. For all Dakuman knew, she had just graduated from the Sunagakure no Sato Shinobi academy just yesterday, and this was her first mission.

"So... Dakuman X." Dakuman blinked; her voice jarring him from his thoughts. What was it that she could want? "What kind of jutsu do you use or specialize in? Might be nice to know in case we end up in a fight or something..." Dakuman thought about it for a moment. Being social with other people was never his strong suit, hence his avoidance of others and his preference to taking on missions alone. But for now, he had to 'play the part of a nice guy' to keep this mission. As for answering her question, he could tell her, but then again, he did not know this female at all. What if they ended up on opposite sides of a battlefield one day? Not that Dakuman had any intention of ever being involved with anything that Sunagakure no Sato was involved in in the future, but still. Before he could answer though, she would would chime in again, "I'm sure you know about the Sabaku and the sand style jutsu, but I'm also pretty good with Medical Ninjutsu too..."

Oh, so she was a medic? That was good news to hear. If one of them were injured, she could take care of it. But were medics not supposed to be front line fighters? Jeez, this kid was a support ninja try to do missions that required combat? Alone at that. But then again, she was a Sabaku. From what Dakuman could remember, there was nothing support about the Sabaku. When they were sent into battle, they were capable of clearing the whole battlefield with a single jutsu, capable of turning the tide in a war by themselves. There was a legitmate reason as to why that clan ruled Sunagakure no Sato for the longest time. While this girl was probably no higher ranked than a chuunin, there was still potential and expectations attached to her name. Poor kid.

For a moment, Dakuman did not answer, thinking of what to say. Before too long, he turned to Ren and offered a smile. "Dakuman, or even DMX is fine. As for my fighting style, I use swords, obviously, " He pointed to Strange Tune and Fallen's Retribution in turn. "I also use standard ninjutsu, too; mostly Raiton and Fuuton. Nothing too special." Not the whole truth about him, but as much as he was willing to tell at the moment. This child did not need to know about his usage of sound jutsu until the situation called for it. It was not something that he felt the need to share with the world. He'd also neglected to mention the hidden blade that was strapped to his left arm, but did not care; she had probably seen it when he was checking his gear back at the mission board.

Up ahead, he could hear sounds, multiple voices. It sounded like kids yelling and laughing. he was not sure, but he could make out roughly four or five different, distinct voices. Perhaps, these were the nefarious delinquent 'gangsters' they were searching for?

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Oh, so the X is his last name? she thought to herself as she listened in to him. It was certainly unique to say the least, but she thought of it as more of a code name more than his actual name, at least she hoped so. Pointing to his swords and such, Ren took notice, tilting her head around his shoulder to look at them. Walking around the village her feet kicked up bits of sand with each step, her eyes wandering downwards for a moment as they walked. It seemed that he was strong, using two elements and such, quite a feat indeed, so maybe this mission would be little more than childs-play for him. But then again, Ren could use three elements to a degree, not to mention an advanced element on top of that. Even if her proficiency was far less than average and well below par for her rank, the idea in itself didn't make her strong or weak. Perhaps his strength came from how he viewed himself, kinda adding it as nothing more than standard and leaving it at that.

Ren nodded and spoke up, "Right, well I'll let you do most of the fighting, give you're the one with the swords and all..." she then turned her attention back up the road. The sound of voices filled the area up ahead, a few different ones, Ren turned her head and let her ears focus their attention. A bit of concern came over her as they continued walking ahead, a bit of hesitation in Ren's step as she began to move forward. Two blocks ahead the building would turn off to a larger road, a few larger apartment buildings, or were they more condiminuims? Whatever the term for them, Ren would lean out into the road first, looking to the left to see a group of five teenagers laughing.

Paint cans on the ground and two of them with brushes drawing something into the building while the other three laughed along and antagonized them. Ren turned to Dakuman after finding sight of them, a little less than quietly she spoke up, "I think that's them over there. After you?" she asked with a bit of a nervous laugh, making sure that she was to his right and buffering him between her and the gang. She had all but cemented the idea that she was now his back up, either preparing to follow after him or... whatever the plan was?

Either way, once they were beginning to make their way towards these little brats (assuming they didn't take some other approach), Ren would begin to build sand up, letting it slide on the ground behind them as they walked and making the preparations for her jutsu, just in case they would need it.

One of the kids would tap the chest of another to get their attention and speak up as they pointed at the duo. Assumingly, they would go to address and confront the little vagabonds and once they were in a reasonable distance, one of them with brown hair would call out, "Hey, you two look a little lost, don't you?" the five of them would then line up in the street and block it off. Leaving about a foot and a half of room between each of them, they would cover nearly the entire width of the street, the same kid speaking up again, "So... where do you think you're going?" he said snidly.

Almost on command of his question, Ren would look towards Dakuman to see what he was doing or how he would respond. Then after a short pause she would shake her head lightly and turn her attention to them, Come on focus, you can handle yourself here, eyes ahead and be ready for them to stir up trouble... she thought to herself as she continued to let the sand subtly shift behind herself. Doing her best to keep the movements out of their perception.

[675 words, 2181 words total]

[145/150 Chakra]
[-5 chakra for Sand Control (maintained)]

Jutsu Used:

Dakuman stepped with an air of confidence about him; the male did indeed draw his strength from how he viewed himself, but this was not necessarily a good thing. The male viewed himself as his sole provider in this world; no one else had his back, so why hold back? If he lost a fight, he had everything to lose, up to and including his own life. At the end of the day, it was him, or them that was going to be taking a trip to the hospital or morgue; and he did not have ryo to spare, so it wasnt gonna be him.

"Right, well I'll let you do most of the fighting, give you're the one with the swords and all..."

Fair enough; his earlier notion of the female was now cemented; she was more of a support ninja rather than a frontline fighter. All that potential she held as a frontline fighter was wasted, at least for now. Who knew; she might grow up to be one of the most powerful Sabaku clan members ever produced in Sunagakure no Sato. For now, Dakuman kept his opinions to himself and focused on the task at hand. Up ahead, the sounds of laughter and merriment grew louder as the duo of Ren and Dakuman drew closer; an alley to on the left. Ren stepped ahead and peeked in, and confirmed the targets.

"I think that's them over there. After you?" Dakuman gave a grim smile behind his scarf. It was time to get to work. As Ren would move behind him to let him take the lead, Dakuman steeled himself for what he was about to see as he stepped into alley's entryway: Paint cans on the ground and two of them with brushes drawing something into the building while the other three laughed along and antagonized them. Seemingly normal, teenaged vandalism. If this had been thier only crime, perhaps the situation would not have come to this. Perhaps they would had only a slap on the wrist, not have a pair of ninja sent after them. For the moment, Dakuman said nothing, arms folded over his chest as he waited for them kids to notice him. Eventually, one of the kids would tap the chest of another to get their attention and speak up as they pointed at the duo. Assumingly, they would go to address and confront the little vagabonds and once they were in a reasonable distance, one of them with brown hair would call out, "Hey, you two look a little lost, don't you?" the five of them would then line up in the street and block it off. Leaving about a foot and a half of room between each of them, they would cover nearly the entire width of the street, the same kid speaking up again, "So... where do you think you're going?" he said snidly.

"By order of the village of Sunagakure no Sato, you are hereby ordered to cease and desist your activities. Failure to comply shall be met with force." To emphasise his point, reached up and pulled Strange Tun free from its sheath; the doubled bladed katana began to hum as it was exposed the air. Those grey eyes trained on the group of delinquents, patiently waiting for thier response. As he waited, he released a charge of Raiton into Strange Tune, causing arms of electricity to surge the length of the weapon. "What will it be, gentlemen?" No pleasantries exchanged, no compromise; he was here to do a job, not coddle these kids. If they wanted to be coddled, they should have stayed home today.

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Ren stood at the ready as Dakuman gave out his command, the looks on the boys faces were a little scattered as they watched him pull his blade and infuse with chakra. Two of them began to look nervous, another two indifferent and the ring leader (at least whom Ren assumed to be so) seemed to get a bit angry at the idea. He lashed out, "You think we're afraid of you! You're wrong!" he turned and gave each pair to his sides a stern look of confidence. It seemed like he gritted his teeth while he spoke, Ren watching it unfold and setting into her heels slightly, getting ready for whatever was to come. A quick observation around, there were a few stones and such around and their paint cans would do nicely, maybe shattering the wood fence to her right would help create some more? she thought to herself.

Keeping her attention focused on the field of play, the brown haired boy gave a bit of a confident smile, a snicker to pair as he began to call out at them again, "Five on two isn't much of a fight, but we never really play fair anyways..." he said as he brought his arms from his side to the center of his chest forming a unique hand seal. A single cloned formed into life behind him in a puff of smoke, a tangible clone though, like from a Shadow Clone. A very advanced technique, immediately giving Ren that she was of the impression that she was totally out of her league here. He would smile at Dakuman and Ren, "That jutsu is a bit of our specialty, we can all create a clone, so if you thought you were outmatched before, just you wait..." he said as he and his clone dug their heels into the dirt.

Ren knew she had to act, if they all got a chance to weave their signs then it would spell trouble for them, and she didn't know if Dakuman had anything up his sleeve, but getting outnumbered five to one would be a bit much for almost anyone. Not waiting, she dashed forward to close the gap between them some, weaving together her signs and eyeing in on the boy to the farthest right. Monkey → Horse → Dragon → Tiger → Ox → Rat → Snake. She wasn't the best with hand signs but it would be enough to catch one of them off guard, trying to use the Temporary Paralysis Technique on one of them. Take him out of the fight and prevent one of them from being able to create a clone instantly, if it would work she would turn her attention to the other four, assuming that Dakuman hadn't already grabbed their attention or dashed in with her.

Along with her dash though, she would try a bit of a tricky maneuver, gathering as much sand as she could will, and throwing it at them in a flurry. The sand was loose and wouldn't cause any damage, but it would blanket their vision, and if they were dumb enough to not shield their eyes while it flew past them, then maybe she could blind a few of them temporarily. From there, she would try to play her moves off of Dakuman and whatever he was planning, besides, in a direct fight, she wasn't much of a help but debilitating one of them would be enough. Maybe a couple quick strikes to the others and their soon to be created clones would be enough to scare them off? Hopefully they could be so lucky...

[608 words, 2789 words total]
[130/150 Chakra]
[-5 for Sand Control (maintained), -10 for Temporary Paralysis]

Jutsu used:

[OOC: Sorry for the delay! Also, I figured since drop out-genin < genin, the technique still applies as far as rank is concerned, even if Ren isn't actually stronger than them]

"You think we're afraid of you! You're wrong!"

Dakuman tilted his head to the side, eyes locked on this persona that spoke to him. Fear had nothing to do with this situation; one could be smart about a situation without necessarily being afraid of it.  For the first words to come out of this personas mouth to be '"You think we're afraid of you! You're wrong!"' was a clear indication that he was indeed truly afraid; perhaps this was something that  could be exploited and would prove to be useful in the coming fight.

"Five on two isn't much of a fight, but we never really play fair anyways..."

A twitch of movement; this man was moving to bring his hands up form a hand seal? No... The crackling of raiton on his sword was their one and only warning; given this delinquent's words, he was not heed it. Fine. Dakuman would handle things in his own violent and most effective manner then; as this delinquent's hands came up to form the hand seals, Dakuman's mind raced ahead of his actual movements, forming out his plan and setting it in motion almost instantly in reaction. For the briefest moment, the raiton flowing through Strange Tune died out, and then surged back to life as Dakuman activated a jutsu; an aura of raiton chakra formed around his body, snapping, crackling and popping. Almost with a trance, Fallen's Retribution was drawn into his free hand and coated in Raiton as well. He'd need to but a bit of time to perform this technique, but he figured it would do exactly what he wanted it to do.

"Ren, cover your ears." A small smile was offered to the female; in order for this to work, she would have to trust his judgement. He was going to make this fight as easy as possible for the two of them. And so, even with the release of the Raiton aura, Dakuman began to focus and channel chakra into the various bells on his person; the one that was always hidden away in his topknot and the ones that were connected to Strange Tune and Fallen's Retribution. A small barrier of chakra was formed around each as the technique was prepared.

"That jutsu is a bit of our specialty, we can all create a clone, so if you --"

Dakuman stopped listening. He had no time to stand there listening some kid brag about his shit tier skills. He gave exactly zero fucks that these shit tier wanna-be kids could make clones of themselves. Shit tier multiplied by any number was still shit tier. No, Dakuman had somewhere else to be, and money to make. Mid sentence he would dash at this kid, with both Fallen's Retribution and Strange Tune trailing behind him. As he drew near, he would attempt to leap over this kid; successful or not would not change his plan. As soon as he sprung up from the ground three meters away from the line of delinquents, the jutus he was preparing was released; a shrill ringing sound was released from all  three bells, piercing through the area. Given Dakuman's proximity to the group, he was sure they would not be able to move away before the effects took hold; he knew that he would be fine, as he was the source. Ren would be fine too, should she have followed his instructions when he told her to cover her ears. As for these shit tier ninjas? He doubted that they would be able to resist the effects of the jutsu for long, if at all. Should any of them prove to be resistant, he would deal with them as he saw fit.

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Jutsu used:

"Ren, cover your ears." the sound hit her ears and he turned towards him, catching a quick smile from him. Her face would be a bit blank as she looked towards him, her mouth wouldn't be gaping open but her entire stance would be a bit of confusion. She nodded and he went to grasping his weapons, instead of charging forward like she planned she stood at the ready and plugged her ears with each of her fingers. Now she had to just stand by and awkwardly cover her ears while he did all the work.

Though, she wondered why her ears, most of the noise blocked out, she could hear a light amount of humming, and watch as chakra charged around him in a surge. Ren's eyes widened a bit as she watched it unfold, the best she could do is provide a bit of a distraction with her sand, if she found an opening for it. Their words fell silent, nothing more than mouths moving around in the silent humming sound.

Then with gusto, Dakuman would dash off towards the group of them as they would begin to create their clones. Ren on the other hand sent her sand to follow after Dakuman in a wave, watching them fall to themselves like they were sick and a surge of raiton chakra blasting out from him. She would stay still where she was and holding her ears until she got some all clear message or some sign from Dakuman that everything was cool. But who knows, maybe he would get lost up in the battle and take care of it all himself, the thought crossed her mind, but she also felt that she should be involved. Needed to be involved in order to say that she was part of the mission. But for now, she just needed to wait.

[312 words, 3101 words total]
[140/150 Chakra]

[Readded cost from temporary paralysis tech, no new jutsu]

Perfect timing; Dakuman landed behind the leader of the delinquent 'army' just as the effects of both Ren's Temporary Paralysis Technique and his own Resonating Echo Drill went into effect; the delinquents would not be able to move, hands poised and raised form hand seals yet helpless to stop the nausea and vomiting that ensued. Their concentration would be broken instantly; they would be unable to counter attack in any way as the Raiton energy from his aura assualted thier backs, leaving electrical burns and smoldering clothing across thier bodies.

With a crouch, spin, and the crackling of Raiton down the blades, Strange Tune and Fallen's Retribution were swung level with the ankles and the backs of knees;  steel bit into soft, vulnerable flesh, severing the tendons that would allow these people to stand. The sucess of his manuver was garunteed: with the Temporary Paralysis Technique holding these shit tier wanna bes in place,  and the Resonating Echo Drill throwing thier coordination skills for a loop, there would be nothing they could do about what he just.

With his attack completed, the male would cancel out both jutsu; the aura of Raiton would fade from his body immediately, and most of the loud ringing from his bells would soften. As for the effects of the Resonating Echo Drill, they would persist a bit longer in the form of a loud ringing sound in the delinquents ears.  He stepped back from his handiwork, and nodded to Ren, signallying for the Sabaku to end her Temporary Paralysis Technique. Provided she did, the quintet of delinquents would fall over into thier own blood and stomach acid, crying and groaning pain.

Turning his attention to Ren, he would nod again. "Come on. Lets go alert the Military Police to come get these idiots. Since they can obviously use jutsu, I doubt the regular police force will take them in, even if thier skills are shit tier." Dakuman frowned, sheathing the Strange Tune and Fallen's Retribution before stepping around the quintet to make his way out of the alleyway.

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350 | 3581

3581/1000 = Mission Completed = C rank jutsu credit

2581/1175 = SPD D-0 to D-3

1406/1000 = END E-1 to D-1

406/375 = STR E-1 to E-3

The fighting lasted only a moment, with some paralyzed and his own jutsu, Dakuman made quick work of them. While Ren stood aside covering her ears while he worked them over, a bit of a severity, cutting the back of their legs in the worst way. From what Ren could see, it was extreme, she would cringe with each cut as flesh would give way against metal. The clones that were created would burst away in a puff of smoke but the kids would fall to the ground almost immediately, probably nothing that couldn't be inherently fixed but she found it extreme. Especially for some worthless troublemakers like themselves, but she couldn't show remorse in any way, they made their choice and the ninja world was cruel. This fact was something that she would have to learn to accept and deal with, a baby step in the grand scheme of overcoming her fear and hatred of death.

When it was all over, Dakuman would signal to Ren, he stepped back and Ren released her paralysis and watched as they squirmed on the ground. The sounds they made were a bit haunting, she gulped and ignored it as he spoke, speaking of going to get the authorities and his reasoning behind it, but she merely looked towards them and watched. It wasn't the fact that they had been cut, she'd assisted in surgeries before, but the gruesome manner in that they were cut down, like it was the humane thing to do. And for him, he didn't seem to mind it much, his mind focused on finishing their chore of a mission, the resolve behind it. She wondered if the conflict bothered him even a little, or if he was just a strong enough ninja to cover it up and bury it like they were required to.

She nodded to him and let her sand rest, following him to whatever means they would have to pick up the kids and take them off. To whatever hospital or clinic to get them fixed up, at least she hoped so. It'd be awfully hard to move them without getting them cleaned up and taken care of, but for now, she followed Dakuman out of the alley. They wouldn't be much her problem anymore, and once the proper authorities were notified, it would be heading back to turn in her mission as complete and finishing up for the night. Doing her best to throw the thought of their pain from the transgressions out of her mind, it was just business, and Ren needed to get used to that.

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[Mission Complete]
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