1 Homecoming hunt [Amaya | Mission: Aki Sota] Tue Aug 07, 2018 10:18 am
Shikei
C-rank
- Mission Taken - Bounty Hunt Aki Sato (B Rank):
Mission name: Bounty Hunt: Aki Sato
Mission rank: B
Objective: Apprehend or kill Aki Sato.
Location: Konoha
Reward: 250 ryo
Mission description: One of many Bounty Hunter missions available to Konohagakure Shinobi. Aki Sato is a rogue shinobi that has defected from Konohagakure and is labeled to be dangerous. She holds valuable information regarding the inner workings of Konohagakure, and as such, needs to be taken care of. The bounty office Administrator holds no preference to whether she's brought back dead or alive, though he would like for her to be brought back for questioning if possible.
Mission details: Aki Sato can be found enjoying herself at a bar in a town that neighbors Konohagakure. When confronted, she will attempt to leave without a fight. If/When force is used, she will retaliate and a fight will ensue.
Name: Aki Sato
Age: 24
General Appearance: Aki Sato has the appearance of a young woman with tan skin and shoulder-length auburn hair. Her eyes are hazel in color, and many freckles decorate her cheeks and nose. She wears a short white kimono with black and gold colored decoration over a pair of black shinobi trousers, followed by a set of generic shinobi sandals. A Konohagakure flak-jacket is worn over the kimono, signifying her apparent "loyalty" to Konohagakure. She does not wear a headband.
Personality: Aki Sato has a very childish personality. She severely hates when things do not go her way and often throws tantrums in an attempt to fix that. She uses every dirty trick in the book to gain the upper and in a fight, and is not beyond playing dumb or acting like a damsel in distress to throw somebody off their guard. She lacks respect and both insults and obscenities tend to roll off her tongue quite naturally.
Skills: Kenjutsu (A-Rank, wields a B-Rank sword with no special properties.) primary, Ninjutsu (B-Rank) Secondary. Utilizes Fuuton(B-Rank) and Raiton(B-Rank) jutsu. Possesses 200 chakra.
Name: Mr. Fett
Age: 33
General Appearance: Mr. Fett wears a brown tunic with a white sash wrapped around his waist, as well as a pair of bluish black trousers and generic shinobi sandals.
Personality: Mr. Fett has a very professional, business-orientated attitude. He is not easily surprised and tends to thing ahead. He tends to refrain from displaying emotion or tones of voice when speaking, and enjoys the bounty hunts going smoothly.
Skills: N/A
For once, he was not late. Grey eyes blinked slowly, his gaze fixated upon the villages gates in the distance, almost as if expecting something...
I'm coming home...
Calm yourself. This is long overdue. You just need to sleep in your own bed for a few days. A bit of refocus. Right. That had to be it. He could feel... something. Something bad was on the horizon, something that would engulf the world. The winds smelled faintly of blood. Weird.
Shaking his head, the male reached to his back, making sure that his pack was secure. A rather large knapsack, filled to the brim with trinkets, toys, candies and such for his younger cousins. Of course, tucked into the pack was the storage scroll housing holding even more odds and ends. Carrying all of them would be a bit too much, even with his newfound power.
I'm Coming home...
Happiness bubbled in him; to see the gates of Konohagakure no Sato after so long? Yes, please. He had stayed nearly a month and a half longer than everyone else whom he had traveled with; they had all departed from the ruins with their to begin their own search. Time well worth spent; he had met a new friend, did a little shopping. But there was no place like home; and Konohagakure no Sato was calling him. It would feel good resting high in the trees once more; not that the ruins were bad. The air there was 'thick' to him. He was more used to the thin air of the higher altitudes.
Tell the world that I'm coming home...
He could not wait. He could almost taste Granny's soup, something that he had been craving for weeks now. He knew she had to have a pot of it ready for him; he had sent word ahead that he was coming. Knowing her, she would have a loaf of monkey bread baking for him...
I know my kingdom awaits, and they have forgiven my mistakes...
Maybe he would stay a while. Rest up before beginning his journey. Maybe a day or two-- maybe a week. He had plenty of time. Its not like he was he had anything else to do... Oh.
I'm coming.....
Shikei smiled; a strange thing. With that and a swish of his cloak, the male began to walk. Fast steps, ones that would bring him to the gates rather quickly.
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left.
But it was not to be that simple. It never was.
Fresh through the gates of the village, and suddenly someone was in his face already. This had to be a new record or something. Blue eyes blinked slowly, taking in the measure of the persona before him. He looked to be powerful, but nothing to write home about.
To close...
Taking a step back, his face still frowning, the male took note what the male was carrying, one bearing the seal of the village.
"Shikei? You are to report to the Administration building at once for debriefing and your next assignment."
...shit.
It would seem that someone had spilled the beans on his homecoming; there was an urgent mission for him to take on, one that he was not sure he wanted to do. He was just getting home, for christ’s sake! But the administration insisted that he was perfect for the mission, and despite his protests, he was to be given the task to complete. It was supposed to be something simple, especially for someone of his skillset.
He was even supposed to have someone assist him with the mission, someone he apparently knew. His partner was supposed to meet him by the East gate, so the male would take off in that direction. As he moved through the village, he would take note of his attire, thankful that he was somewhat dressed for a mission; Shikei can be found wearing an armored chest piece over a high collared black shirt; covering the lower half of the face is most often a large white scarf. On the lower half of his body, Shikei wears pants made of a strange material that seems to dampen the normal sounds of movement (i.e, running, walking and the like) that are tucked into a set of high boots made of soft, worn leather. The boots are covered in belts and buckles, each meant to support the leg and hold the boots in place as the wearer moves. He did not his normal weapons on him, but rather a simple kunai and some senbon for the moment.
Not that it mattered much to him, as he often did the best with the least assuming equipment.
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