Mission name: Delinquents Gang
Mission rank: C
Objective: End their Gang
Location: Sunagakure
Reward: 200
Mission description: We have reports of a small gang of misfits causing mischief in our village. You have been assigned to take care of the task how you see fit. Though take heed to not kill them. They are to be detained and they must have a proper court hearing.
Mission details: Alright a band of misfits causing mischief. You can write what mischief you find them doing. The gang consists of 5 drop out wana-be genin. The oldest is 16 while the others are 15 with one being 13. YOU ARE NOT TO KILL THEM, but you may severely wound them. They are of all genin rank and stats without knowledge of jutsus other than the Shadow Clone in which each can only make one. In the case that they do it will be a 10 person fight. When you take them down, tie them up and wait for authorities. Happy Hunting!

Name: Delinquent Kids
Age: 16-13
General Appearance: The kids are of average height for their age. The tallest stands at 5'11" while the rest are of 5'2". They are all in ragged clothes that have not been washed in days, maybe weeks. Their hair is unkempt and they smell like dirty garbage.
Personality: Foul mouthed little pricks to put it bluntly.
Motivations: Get rich or die trying
Fears: Nothing
Abilities: Bunshin no Jutsu, 1 per person.
Other: D rank stats

Ryu had been chilling on the streets as usual with his possey hanging out around the block and checking up on enemy territories and gang movements. So far it seemed like no one was moving in on his territory but that wouldn't last too long. Still he reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette before flipping it the right way around and planting it in between his lips. Lighting it with a spark from his finger as he kept eyes down the street. He was not one to let his guard down but damn he needed to relax. He was leaned up against the wall with combat boots with the steel toe on the outside of the boot. Blue jeans tucked over the top to hide the laces with a black belt holding them up. Ever since that one kid pantsed him in a fight it seemed oddly necessary. Still he was wearing a white tank top and his usual black jean coat with the front open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Each hand had gloves on with the fingers poorly cut off and black bandanas wrapped around his wrists to hide his prison numbers. His hair was tied back in a black wrap but a few long strands of blonde hair hung out anyway. His tanned skin and tribal tattoo's seemed to shine in the light a little but he didn't pay anyone noticing any mind. Over his right eye his eye patch sat where it always did. Hiding the abnormality which was his purple eye. He hated having it and hated anyone who knew he had it even more.

Still his gaze did shift to the side as a popping sound could be heard. Distinguisable from the usual noises in the market but not enough to draw a lot of attention to it from far away like a flare would or a horn. Brief but to the point and serving the purpose it was meant for. There was nothing around that was jovial enough for baloons or fireworks so he knew it was the signal. Some other gang had entered his territory. Their strength and abilities were unknown with only one pop. Either that or they had taken down the scout before he could continue. He would pull the smoke from his mouth and wait as he watched blowing out a small cloud. Letting it fade as five boys came around the corner and seemed to be stomping around with little to no purpose. Delinquets who thought themselves potent and proud of it. Probably someone who had discovered their capabilities with jutsu in a town like this. Typically if you could tap into your chakra it meant you were possibly one of the big dogs on the block. However even with that in mind they had decided to step up into his territory. He would let them pass if they didn't stir up any trouble but he had his eyes on them. Ready to tear into them should they try something.

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Still it could only last so long. This peace he had be a limited thing for him. Still it had been nice while it lasted. He watched the boys as they moved down the street with sneers and spitting at peoples feet as common folk avoided eye contact. Each of them appeared to be fairly young...the oldest was perhaps almost a man while the youngest was barely a teenager. He could remember a time when life was so simple. Still he doubted they had originally been from the slums because their clothes, while dirty and stained, were brand name and didn't have holes in them. They looked well fed and healthy. Some kids from the nice part of town he was sure. Probably some run aways that didn't know what they were walking into. Truth was they would probably die that day in the slums if he let them continue. However he wasn't really concerned about someone else's kids. He had issues of his own. However the sad fact was they were in his house now. And they were just on the verge of tripping up. About to make a mistake and piss Ryu off of all people. Little bastards were in for it.

An old man was walking in their path ahead of them. Ryu watched as the oldest nodded to the youngest one. A cruel snicker was shared between them before the youngest one picked up a chunk of wood from a building he was passing. As the youngest one rushed forward Ryu was already moving without any internal debate. He saw where this was going and he wasn't having any of that shit today. The young kid ran forward and rose the chunk of wood for a swing aiming to pick on the weak when suddenly a boot slammed across his face from the side and spun him before he dropped. Ryu slamming to a stop between the old man and the remaining four boys. His blue eye looking at them as they stood there in shock. However Anger quickly took over for them. They formed a hand seal and suddenly puffs of smoke turned four into eight. So they could each make at least one clone it seemed. Well Ryu wasn't really interested in trying to use clones for this fight. He had a different tactic in mind. The boys had a wall about four meters behind them...and they were about to hit it.

The boys charged him in a full frontal charge without a prayer of a tactic other than sheer numbers. They had some speed but not enough to cover that distance. Ryu would watch them as he calmly formed a single hand seal and the ground in front of him would suddenly surge forward as the mass of the entire street turned to a rushing current of mud with some speed to it. First it picked up the one he had kicked in the face before rushing forward and slamming into the group. The wave slammed them down and back dragging them down and with a thud slammed them against the wall so hard the clones dispersed. Ryu had already lifted his hands as lightning arced between his fingers before he thrusted his hands palms forward. A flash of light and lightning arcing around fired a wave of raiton into the boys soaked in mud as they screamed and shook before being slammed into the wall again and finally passing out. Ryu would sigh and let Kenshin arrest them. They weren't his problem now.

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