As Oshiki had once said, some people just like to see the world burn, and unfortunately it seemed that that little mantra was a little more on the nose than he had expected it to be. The proof was in the pudding, as some people would say, as there was now a gang going around Konoha, disrupting people's days and being absolutely hostile to anyone who just wanted to have a peaceful, pleasant time. It was unknown what they were calling themselves, but what they had been dubbed by the higher ups in the village was "The litter bug gang". He didn't know why someone would give them that name, especially with the fact that they weren't only littering. In fact, if they were just doing that it would be rather the sweet relief. No, instead they were being extremely hostile to the people in the village, they were damaging property and they were vandalizing almost every area that they could get their hands on without being caught. That was not something that most people would be willing to put up with, but Oshi was even more enraged than most - they had damaged the memorial of the shinobi in their little escapades and that had involved the damaging of his father's inscription. They had assaulted, in a way, the very memory of his father and so he was going to have to punish these little brats and teach them what they should have learned a long time ago. Nobody should be allowed to walk around damaging things without any backlash from the people they were hurting. They were going to learn exactly what backlash meant today, at his very own hands.

It was during one of their newest sprees that Oshi caught them. They had just set fire to a bin in the middle of a normally active street. He didn't know why this street was so empty, but then again Oshi wasn't entirely sure why these bastards would set fire to a bin of all things so him simply not understanding things should not really mean anything. Unfortunately, he didn't have any techniques that might quench the fire so he was not going to be able to put it out, but he could deal with the people that had put it there in the first place. They were all laughing at what they'd done and one of them was lighting up a cigarette from the flames roaring out of the bin. That was disgusting, truly and utterly disgusting. Still, Oshi was not going to randomly go out there without a plan, so he pulled his hood up and walked towards them with a small grin on his face, something that looked almost playful, like a cat's. The irony was lost on him as he spoke to the first one, the one lighting up a cigarette.

"Aww.... you know that cigarettes will make it hard to BREATHE right?" he asked, the word breathe met with his fist slamming the man in his chest, catching him between the lungs and forcing the air out of his body. With the air came the cigarette as it fell into the bin, catching fire instantly before getting destroyed. Well, cigarettes were made to burn so it was hardly a surprise that it'd deteriorate that quickly.

As the man moved backwards in shock, Oshi's hand moved up, catching him under the chin with an upper cut before contending it with another fist to the face, breaking his nose. Crying out in pain and clutching his nose, the man reared backwards and fell on his ass. The second one wasn't that lucky as he moved towards Oshi before Oshi whistled. The moment he did the man stopped in his tracks, falling to his knees and screaming about the amount of pain that was going through his body. Pathetic, the boss was also clutching at his ears, but at least he was reaching for his sword with the other hand. He unsheathed and tried to slash at Oshi, but he managed to dodge rather easily. His speed and reactions were leagues above this man's, but still he was going to have to take this out before it was a problem.

Side stepping the man, he grabbed his wrist and turned it suddenly, snapping it. The man cried out and dropped the sword, but his other hand moved to the kunai in his pocket. So, it seemed that Oshi was going to deal with this properly. Picking him up, Oshi moved faster than the man could have reacted to normally, and especially so with all the pain that was going through him. When he brought him down, his back bared and oshi's knee slamming into the center of his back, a crack could be heard before Oshi threw him away, his body rolling for a few seconds as the man struggled to get back up. The pain in his ears was gone now, but now he couldn't move his legs or feel anything below his waist. Oshi looked at the least injured one, before picking him up by his collar and yelling in his face, the volume of his voice amplified.

"You're going to take your friends and turn yourself in, or you're going to get what they got. Understand?" he asked, to which the man nodded, before moving to pick the paralyzed man up before beckoning for the one with the broken nose to follow. Most people would have killed them for what they'd done, Oshi justified. Besides, he could have taken their weapons, but he was being nice. They didn't need to be mutilated AND maimed. That was a bit too much, even for what they'd done. Now he had to go make sure that the grave was fine before dealing with the bin. There were many bins around here, he was sure that they would be able to cope without one whilst they replaced it for a while. After all, it was only one of many.

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