Piero walked through the lower side of Konoh. The deep dark parts. He looked around, seeing some familiar faces. It was good to be home. He looked around with an amused smile, nodding to some people. Piero wasn't even gone that long. It's been only a four months. Yet, it was all nostalgic. "Ah slum sweet slum. I wonder if that flee ridden, diseased dog is still in the alley." Piero looked at the alley he was getting ready to pass. He looked in, and found the dog!....dead, with bugs and rats knowing at its exposed ribs. "Well...I wonder what happened to him...dead dogs woof no tails I guess." He remembered an Inzuka threatened to kill him when he said that once. He found it to be a prized success.

Piero went straight to his store...currently formerly his. He walked walked through the door to find Tento at the desk. "Well well we, look who it is, or Piero. I didn't expect you to come back so soon, or even at all."
"I got a taste of the outer world. It was boring. Anything new with the clan?" Piero sat his bag down and leaned against the wall. He looked around the store. So many dolls and action figures of shapes and sizes. Some were of ninjas, and others were of priestesses, and others more were outright creepy. He really did miss this place, despite the memories of a fat slob of a father barking at him to get everything done.
"Nope. It's only been four months. And no offense, but I've been running the shop, and it's really really creepy here. And especially in your room. Why the hell did you have a doll hung by a noose."
Piero strugged. "It's art. I call it" Hang in There, Baby". Anyway, Since I'm back, I was wandering if I could take this place off your hands. I really miss this d place, plus I'll need the money for something important." Piero begun to walk around,oozing around the store. He'll have to remodel it. It's been the same old humdrum way for nineteen years.
"Knock yourself out. The only reason I took this job cause no one else would. You know how important this place is. And I don't like how these dolls are staring at me...its weird."
"I'm surprised you can't handle..." He walked over to a box with a promiscuoly dressed female on the inside, rubbed the plastic that is shielded the doll with a single finger. "What's wrong? Can't handle thejst of a feminine gaze."
The man laughed. "You are all kinds of crazy. I'll inform everyone that you're taking control here. I had enough of the customers and the strangeness. I'm outta here."
"Alright, see ya later." Piero watched him walk outside He took a look around. Piero walked, deciding to go for a walk. He looked up at the night sky. He shouldn't be gone long. Members of the clan are going to want their puppet augments. But the fresh air is always good for inspiration. He was back home, had his store back. Nothing could ruin this moment.

"Cough up the ryo."

Gaaah, spoke too soon. In front of him was a big man. Very big. "Oh joy, it's been a while since I've been mugged."
"Shut up and give me your money. NOW!" Piero looked at him, up and down. His muscles were bulging, and he didn't have a weapon on him. He was obviously a Taijutsu specialist. He looked as if he would be one to fight like Piero's black samurai, slower, yet powerful. "And what if I refused?"
"Simple. I beat you to death." Piero was definitely in a predicament. He couldn't take him on at hand to hand combat. Or by himself. During his train of thought, Piero was grabbed by the collar, as the large mugger pulled him close towards him. "I'll rip you to shreds."
Piero smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm not that kind of girl."

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This was supposed to be a routine patrol. A simple go to a designated area within the village, do a few laps around it for a designated time frame, then leave and report whatever you saw to your superior officer before moving on to your next duty or quitting for the day. But things would never be as simple as they seemed.

It was almost time for the young Natake to head back in and turn in his report on his patrols. Up until this point, his patrols had been fairly easy, nothing real difficult beyond keeping a kid from hurting himself by falling out of a tree, or helping an old woman get her cat out of a tree. Nothing spectacular or worthy of writing home about; but the situation in front of him would probably make it into the report. From his position on the roof of a nearby building, the male was watching, blue eyes carefully evaluating the situation before him. From the looks of it, a much larger male was attempting to wrest money from someone smaller than him. If memory served correctly, that was a situation that Tre was able to intervene on, and detain the aggressor until proper authorities arrived to arrest the culprit.

"Cough up the ryo."

"Oh joy, it's been a while since I've been mugged." Sarcasm, great. It was always great to shi talk someone who could possibly snap you in half like a twig.

"Shut up and give me your money. NOW!"

"And what if I refused?"

"Simple. I beat you to death."  A flurry of movement, and suddenly the larger male grabbed the smaller one.  Great, was it was time to add attempted assault to the pending charges? Perhaps.. this was correct time to intervene, before things got messy. Standing his form up straight within the shadows of the rooftop, the male released a small sigh as his hands lifted and formed out strings of hand seals, and then took a step off the roof and into the open air. For a single sweet moment, the male felt free. He hung in the air for what felt like an eternity before gravity realized his transgression and grasped his body as clouds began to gather in the air above. The sounds of rushing winds assaulted his ears, but only for a moment; it was not a long distance to the ground; a mere four story drop was child's play for a genin, and this young man was above that. He was a Chuunin, and did his clan's name proud with his ranking. He would touch down onto the ground heavily in a crouch some five meters away from the duo, knees bent to absorb the impact force and cracking the cement beneath his feet considerably and with a loud sound that would echo down the street and kick up a considerable amount of dust.

As the dust began to settle, the male took a deep breath and began to exhale the mist as the first droplets of rain began to pitter patter the ground. It would not take long for the stage to be set; the mist rising and thickening to obscure vision as the falling rain linked with the young Natake's senses to allow him to keep track of the area.

He was sure he had their attention at this point; how could he not, with his entrance and all? He would take the time to address them, more specifically, address the larger male who was clearly the aggressor in this situation.

"You have one chance. Let him go, and I'll go easy on you." If this guy decided to ignore him, which the young Natake figured he would, things would get bloody, and take a turn for the worst. Tre hated when people did not believe him; he had no reason to lie to anyone at this current moment, but fuck it. He would show this person just what a bad time was...

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Piero smiled at the hulking man's aggressive face. He clearly appeared to be a man fn a short fuse, easily frustrated and angered, he had a short fuse, and he was about to explode. Just before he looked like he bring great harm to the golden headed Chi, the area began to become shrouded in mist. It seemed familiar. Not too different from the mist of Kirigakure. Things got a little weirder when it began to rain. Not many clouds in the sky. Someone was doing this. Piero locked his lips. "Well, well, it appears we have company."
"Hey, shut up!" It was surprising that the man had not let him go. Piero was feeling quite comfortable in his grasp. He yawned, stretched, and placed his hands on the back of his head, as if he wasn't in a dangerous situation. "Ya know, this reminds me of a novel, where the killer would summon a sense for to surround his enemies, and just when you think you're-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!!" He pulled Piero closer to his face. Piero smiled. Ever since the mist and rains started, the man has been high in alert, sweat dropping from his forehead. He was rattled. Easily rattled by something. A bad memory maybe? Or maybe the fear of the unknown. Piero decided to play with his a little bit more. "Did you know the monster would rip your flesh from the inside out, but he was was also intelligent, so he he would be able to keep you alive, and take your conscious body to his lair in the marsh, and when you both get there, you would become his bitch just before he devoured you." Piero saw the fear in his eyes it was magnificent. He was no longer the victim of a mugging. He was the aggressor in his little games.

"You have one chance. Let him go, and I'll go easy on you." The man child's face instantly went from horrified to its original manly and aggressive look. Piero looked over other the man that stood far away. "My hero!" The hulking mugger looked angry.
"I hate it..." he yielded his arm back and socked Piero in the face. Piero fell to the ground, a small amount of blood dripping out of his mouth. He smiled. "...when people tell me what to do. You think you're hot shit, kid? Let's see how much of a man you really are." The mugger left forward. As he did so, Piero sat up, rubbing the bit of blood off the corner of his mouth, smiling."Time for a spectacular spectral."

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It would appear that Tre's grand entrance had some sort of effect on the larger male, making him paranoid. Good; a paranoid foe was prone to rash decisions, making mistakes. A simple was an excellent opening to exploit for a ninja such as Tre; something he was trained to take full advantage of.

"My hero!"

Tre almost groaned; why was this kid throwing out bad jokes at a time like this? Was this not a serious situation? It would be best if he kept quiet; his quips were doing nothing to help the situation, save for making this persona angry. While Tre's facial expression remained neutral, the mugger's own visage twisted into that of anger. Pulling his hand back , the larger male would deliver a strike to the persona he held captive, right in the face and knocking him to the ground. Tre's eyes widened somewhat at this display; surely this persona would now be charged with assault once this situation was over with.  

"I hate it... when people tell me what to do. You think you're hot shit, kid? Let's see how much of a man you really are."

Tre did not respond verbally. Instead, the male's stance shifted, his right hand reaching and resting on the hilt of the sword and his blue eyes transitioned into a vicious shade of red. It was clear to Tre that this persona was not going to listen to him, so it was time for Tre to do what he was best at. The young Natake was not a diplomat in the traditional sense, but rather a diplomat in the sense that violence was his language of choice; and he was extremely fluent in it. And so as this mugger would make this way towards Tre, the male kept his mouth shut, and let his actions speak, no roar,  for him. When the mugger came into melee range, without 'ner a hand seal or warning save for the sudden crackle of crimson electricity flowing across his body and down into the sword in his right hand.

In a single fluid motion, the sword was raised and unsheathed, the pale blade crawling with crimson raiton that arced from the blade mid swing. With the motion, the dual expulsions of crimson raiton energy was directed at the feet and legs of the incoming mugger. Each one moved at 30m/s and given the range of less than 5m that was rapidly shrinking as the mugger came closer, there would be little time for this male to dodge out of the way. If this mugger did not possess the ability to get himself out of the way in time, then he would be in for a world of pain; the arcs of crimson raiton would bite roughly 3 inches deep into the male's flesh, singing the flesh around the site of contact as well as breaking the bones that lay beneath. This would be mugger would be crippled no doubt, unable to continue with the confrontation save for screaming and cursing his luck, and quite possibly [more than likely], Tre.

But, perhaps this persona was resourceful. Perhaps he had a way to dodge the arcs of electricity from nearly point blank. People often surprised Tre with what they could do; this was a village of ninja, afterall. If this man did indeed have some sort of trick up his sleeve to counter the arcs of crimson raiton, then Tre would respond accordingly. Afterall, there was still the Hidden Mist Technique in play, something that Tre could definitely use to his advantage, as well as the Rainmaker Technique, a little something that worked almost eerily too well with the Hidden Mist Technique. Tre could vanish into the mists, and this mugger would never know what hit him when Tre finally did...

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Piero sat there, on the ground, his elbow resting on his elevated knee, as the beast of a human being charged for the obviously skilled policeman. He locked his lips. This wasn't going to be a close fight. Not. Even. Close. The man was too much of a rage filled punk. Pieo's mysterious hero was in a whole nother league. All there was for the young Chi to do was watch. Out of nowhere, there was a flash of crackling red. It had engulfed the Ninja. Piero, stil smiling, tilted his head. He stood up from his sitting place, and began to pace. This was going to be more fun than I thought. Pier7 watched as a gleaming sword was unleashed from its shackle, known as a sheath, looking deadly and as fine cut as any blade Piero has ever seen. His pacing become more vigorous. The Chi was getting excited. His blood rushed, as he tried to put a leash on the barks of laughter. He didn't know how long he could HD though. It was so much fun! 

The red energy had left the ninja and went into the sword. He he gave it a mighty swing, and powerful cackling energy made a grand entrance, moving at such an unbelievable speed, woe to those who won even entertain the idea of blinking. Of course the untrained and idiotic buffoon of a man didn't have enough time to react. Even if he did, those bulging muscles that made up one hundred percent of his body and made him so strong also made him much slower. With that fact, the hero's attack was not meant to be fatal, which was a hit of a disappointment to Piero. The mugger fell to the ground, crying and screaming in agonizing pain. Maverick smiled through the mist, which, unsurprisingly made for some dramatic effect. He walked slowly, up to the mugger, who stopped whining. He looked closely at the wound, intrigued to find out what kind of damage has been dealt to the poor fool. It was strange really....it appeared to be....healing...quickly. A Jutsu maybe? Before the mugger could do anything else, Piero backed away, and biting his thumb with his sharper teeth. A small drip of blood poured out of his thumb. The young Chi smiled. Just as the young man would try to move out of his spot of defeat, Piero aimed his cut at the mugger. A large amount of blood sprayed out of his thumb. The droplet had expanded, and forced the man onto the ground. This was Kneading Tide. A jusu that sticks people to surfaces. The force was enough to push Piero back by five meters. "HEY HEY HEY! Stay!" The mugger struggled against the blood, to no avail, and in vain. He mumbled, as the blood covered his mouth, too. "Gooood boy, maybe later we'll take ya to get nuedered." Piero turned to the hero Ninja.Hello, there. Thanks for your assistance, I'll be sure to put in a good word about you, cause that was five stars, top notch work. The way you were with that red lightning, and the cool ass sword. You were all like, *shink shink* and the lightning was all *pzzzzt pzzzzzt*. Amazing. And he was all 'waaahhhh waaaaahhhhh, Imma bitch!' Truly magnificent. And I must repay for this debt. How about a free doll or action figure from my store? A gift to the family or a friend or a family friend, or a weird relative who played the touching game?" Piero smiled wide and large, eyebrows up, enthusiastic about the idea. Though, he still listened, and throughly enjoyed the muffled angered curses coming from the mugger. 

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