Daiki was relaxing on his couch, if you could even call it that. He had things to think about, a good amount of things. He did this a lot; throughout the day random things would happen which would trigger random thoughts in his mind. He would then go home after all was well and done, sit upside-down on his couch and think about them.

As he was thinking, there was a knock on the door. He opens the door to see a man wearing brown walk back to his mail wagon. He looked to his left to find a crumpled letter sticking out of his mailbox. He opened the mailbox and pulled out the letter to see the official seal of the Hokage.

"A mission?" he wondered aloud. He quickly tore open the letter with a knife he found in his kitchen and began to read.


Daiki dropped the letter on the ground, opened his door, and walked out into the moon-lit streets of Konoha. Many people were still out and about at this time, not nearly as much as day-time. 'That's to be expected, I suppose.
He walks through many streets in the night, to find no traces of the prankster anywhere.

Daiki turns a corner to see an alleyway, almost completely covered in paint. There were mock pictures of the past Hokages, there was anti-ninja slang on the wall. Long story short, it was a complete mess.

All of the sudden he hears yelling. He quickly turns around to see a crowd of people running after a short chubby kid. In his arms were cans of spraypaint, of all different colors.

Daiki's eyebrows quickly shot up to his forehead and soon he was also running for his life. The villagers were throwing fruit, rotten vegetables, and for some reason.... articles of clothing?

Daiki quickly used Bunshin no jutsu and used Transformation jutsu to transform them into exact copies of the boy. About 7 different chubby pudgy kids in yellow pants and red shirts ran in different directions. The villagers did not exactly understand (Since they had no idea how ninjutsu worked) so they split up into groups that followed them.

Chakra:

Luckily, none of them had run after Daiki, as he threw the kid into an alley and quickly hid in there with him.

"Who the hell are you?" The small chubby kid asked.

Daiki just looked at him and shook his head. I am a ninja. I was told to bring you back to them and to stop you from vandalis-"

Before he had a chance to finish the sentence, the boy took one of his spraypaint cans and threw it at him. It hit Daiki square in the face. The boy jumped onto the dumpster, then the roof of the building yelling, "LOSER!"

Daiki frowned. He hoped it would be easier than it had been to get this kid to come. He quickly went the same route the kid did and ran after him. He sighed while running. This was getting really old, really fast. He pulled out his Kusarigama and started to swing it.

If he doesn't want to come peacefully, I'll just capture the little brat.'

He was surprised at the sheer speed of the child, he was as fast as an academy student and he wasn't even old enough to enroll. No matter. Daiki was intent on capturing the rascal so he can go home and continue doing his thinking exercise. He got close enough to use his Kusarigama and launched the weight in front of him.

The kid instantly ran into the chain, then got wrapped up in it.

"Hey! Lemme go, damn you!"

"I don't think so. Let's go.

And with that, he formed a handsign and they disappeared in a swirl of sakura petals.