Sunset Murals [Mission, Tsubaki]

Mission Time:

It was late in the evening a few days after he had woken up in the hospital. Calin still looked a bit frailer than he used to. His sense of balance was a little strange and his reflexes were nothing compared to what they had been because of his lack of constant training. He had accepted a simple C rank mission that involved catching a few delinquents that were tagging up a part of the village. He had a partner, but he wasn’t certain who, however he was nervous. He didn’t want his temporary weakness to get outside of the clan. If this mission went wrong, it could look back for the Kaguya. Not many would think about him being the first plague survivor in, well, ever. He might find it difficult to save face, even with his diplomatic skills. It was a fear he had since he got out of the hospital. Since then he’d thrown himself into his training, pushing himself until his body simply couldn’t move anymore. He knew it was dangerous, especially after so long in a coma. However he just couldn’t help it, he’d gotten behind, he’d had to of. It was an infuriating thought, he’d worked so hard to make real progress, and he’d done so well, even in his highly critical eyes. To come within grasping distance of his peers. Then suddenly it was taken away from him. He felt weak, inadequate, even helpless. It was something that the male Kaguya wouldn’t tolerate. So he’d trained, day and night. During the day there were a few people willing to train with him, but never for very long. They wanted to respect his need for rest. During the night however, he’d train alone. Never in reflex training though, you couldn’t train reflexes alone. It ingrained your mistakes when you had no one to iron them out. Normal training though? Practicing the fluidity of his techniques, the potency of them, his speed, strength, and coordination? That was still on the docket. So he’d done so relentlessly. So far as he knew, no one knew of the night time training. He’d done it in his own homes backyard, which granted, was only about as secure as anyone else’s. But it wasn’t a public training ground or even a training ground within the Kaguya compound. It was, well, it was just his damn backyard.

He’d left the hospital a few days past, he’d woken up, and been let out soon after. He’d remembered taking Tsubaki’s hand in his own right before going to sleep the night before, and being content. He hadn’t seen her since, which he supposed wasn’t surprising. She was the clan head, the Queen of the Kaguya. She was busy as hell, and he needed to respect that. What he wouldn’t give to see her again though, to hug her tight while he was standing and not bedridden. He needed to work hard to catch up to her. He couldn’t be worthy of her if he couldn’t stand on even ground with her. Which was something he desperately wanted to be able to say. It was something he wanted her to be able to say as well. He wanted her to be proud of him, not just wanted it, but craved it. To him, service to his clan and Queen was everything. However it went beyond that. He cared for Tsubaki, and he couldn’t stand the idea of her being disappointed in him for any reason. He knew it was irrational, that she wouldn’t feel that way given what had happened. However the very thought itself was enough to strike the spark of fear. The flame of insecurity. She could have any Kaguya she wanted, and she had chosen him. So far as he could tell, he was a bit dense when it came to women. He had to worthy of that.

He’d let his thoughts wander off, his partner would be arriving soon and needed to at least appear to be a competent shinobi who was in no way, shape, or form, crippled from a lack of training for 6 months because of a coma. He took a deep breath and leapt up to the lowest tier of a buildings two tiered roof. He’d proceed to learn on the wall that led up to the second tier and begin scanning the area, looking from shop to shop, checking the alleyways that he could see for any signs of vandalism. They were being sent to handle some vandals and ‘talk to them’ about never doing it again. To be honest, it shouldn’t be hard to instill the fear of god in them. Or in their cases, the wrath of the Kaguya. Kirigakure was their home after all, and they didn’t take kindly to anyone vandalizing it.

Tsubaki had a mission she was assigned. It was the only mission for the day due to its unique nature. She had to wait until night. That was when her targets were most active. A band of bad kids found a fancy for tagging local businesses. Their goal was simple: beat them up or lecture them. The Tsubaki, physical combat was always the best solution. It was humbling and a great expression of one's body. You exercised while taking hits.

From her feet Tsubaki wore a pair of thick rubber and leather combat boots. Embedded in the soles of the boots were iron plates to protect the feet from caltrops and the toes protected by a shell of iron as well doubling as a means to increase kicking power. She wore a pair of black pants which were modified like her boots by having bands of steel woven into them along her shin providing greater protection. These pants also provided a thick plastic-rubber compound at the knees and parts of the thigh and hips granting maximum comfort when crawling and moving about difficult terrain. White bandage wrap secured a navy blue holster against her right thigh containing a single kunai for quick draw purposes. Around her waist she wore a heavy utility belt holding the bulk of her gear. Two navy blue holsters were together on her right side together containing shuriken.

Around her back side she carried her hip pouch which was suspended above her right buttock containing the rest of her ninja gear. The left of that in a slightly canted fashion was a full length Chokuto in a navy blue scabbard. It was not lacquered or polished being bought from the local smith being a functional tool rather than a pretty one. Over her body she wore a light mesh shirt which was covered by a heavy, thick long sleeve top which served as the Kirigakure specialist combat armor. It was an insulated jacket which compound material which served as electricity insulated much like the rest of the advertised gear. Rings of steel where sown into the fabric from the lower rib cage up to the chest and to her upper arm. This provided additional support while still being lightweight to the most vital areas of her body. Of course this aided the main portion of her body armor which was a standard, slate gray flak jacket over her torso provided heavy support from blunt impact and cuts. This model was the common kind with elongated shoulder pads and extensions from either side protecting her lower abdomen and back even more. Across her chest was a brown leather baldric which carried two folded fuuma shuriken held by their rings store mid back.

On both hands she wore a set of black gloves which had a pair of steel plates on the backs of them for maximum protection. Topping off the design Tsubaki wore a heavy black cloak over everything concealing more of what was described fastened securely around her neck by a knot. The hood was down to show off her elegant features and provide maximum visibility. Tsubaki stood 5'9 and weighed approximately one-hundred and forty pounds being at her peak performance. Her skin was very fair to the point of being almost pale. This was coupled by her long, silky white hair extending to her lower back and sapphire blue eyes which anybody within Kirigakure that had knowledge of her clan would know she was certainly Kaguya, and the leader nonetheless. She wore no makeup, yet her natural complexion made her remarkably beautiful.

Tsubaki approached a familiar presence from his flank. The white hair, pale skin, and toned muscular complexion made it out to be the one and only. She was certain it was him from the rear. She'd approach him cautiously to get the drop on him. Once within a few meters she'd lunge out wrapping her harms around his torso and press her cheek against the side of his face. "Found ya!" She said playfully pecking him on his cheek. She was glad to see Calin capable of standing of both of his feet. From the situation he was in just a few weeks ago it was truly a dream world to see him back in action. "So what're we doing? Beating up some streetrats? Seems easy for a C-rank mission."

Lost in thought, he wouldn’t even hear Tsubaki coming, suddenly he’d feel himself tense as he felt arms around his torso, and an excited cry of ‘Found ya!’ followed by a kiss on his cheek. It took him a moment for his brain to cycle through his startlement before he smiled widely “Tsubaki!” He’d cry in happiness before trying to turn in her arms and envelop her in an enormous hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around as he did so. While this happened, he'd give her cheek a kiss of his own. He'd wanted to kiss her lips but he didn’t know if she’d even allow him to kiss her like that, they had after all, only had one date. “Indeed, I almost wonder if beating them up will be a requirement though. The threat of a jail cell from someone who can actually put them in one is usually enough for this type of folk. They just want the attention after all, not the consequences that come with it. But, I suppose if things do have to get physical it’ll be better for me to be starting off on untrained civilians than shinobi who could actually kill me. I wasn’t expecting to be working with you though. I figured you were busy with clan business the past few days so I’ve been trying to keep my distance and focus on my training to get back into shape. If you don’t mind me asking, was that incorrect? Or would you have rather me come by?” He’d ask in curiosity.

He didn’t want to seem like some needy, clingy, weirdo, but he didn’t want to step too far from her either and make her feel like he didn’t want to be around her. It was a fine line, that with her status as ‘Queen’ and all of her duties, was better off simply being asked than inferred. He’d keep a careful scan of the area at this point, watching the nearby shops as they spoke. It was a bit rude, but they were on a mission, and shinobi could rarely take the time to maintain proper eye contact with one another on a mission. Even if it was in their home village. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to have a building successfully tagged right out from under them and the wannabe artists get away clean?

Tsubaki squealed as she was picked up by Calin and swung around. Although she was faster and potentially more flexible there was one thing he would always beat her in: weight and strength. It was natural for a man to be much more physically dominant. And Tsubaki preferred it that way. His display of power was great allowing her to gauge how much he has recovered. Calin explained the mission as he expressed reluctance in going physical. She'd scoff at his bleeding heart. "Oh Calin, you were always a softie. I'm not saying we need to leave them hospitalized. I think they just need to let off some steam and experience some physical discipline they never got when they were younger. A few bruises and a broken bone would get the message across. They'll heal up and realize a bit of mischief isn't worth the consequence. They're young teens if I recall correctly. They aren't developed enough to reconsider their actions. And Jail won't give them time to think of anything. Their angst will just drive them further into madness." Tsubaki spoke as true as she could with both hands on her hips and nodding is self-agreement. She spoke much more intelligently than normal. But as a hopeful mother she needed to be well educated on discipline in early stages of development. She knew quite well of the mindset of those they were about to confront.

There was also the latter part of what Calin said about keeping his distance from Tsubaki. She'd shift her appearance from a knowledgeable know-it-all to a nervous young girl, shaking her head with her cheeks flushed cherry red. "No no! Please! Don't feel bad for visiting! You should actually stop by more often!" She exclaimed. She was busy most of the time but that was all a matter of perspective. She had plenty of free time when she needed. After all she was a young woman and the clan would respect her need to socialize and develop relationships. Clearing her throat she regained her composure. It was important they still focused on their mission at hand. "Ahem. So, anyways. You can take lead. I want to see how well you can track our targets."

He’d give her a small shrug when she finished explaining her own ideas on how they should handle the vandals. “Fair enough, I can agree with that.” He’d say in response. He wasn’t as well educated in such matters as she was and so he’d take her word for it. Can’t assume you know everything right? His smile would grow wider and his heart rate would increase as she got flustered and told him that he could visit more often. “I’d absolutely love to, expect me then.” He’d say with a smile before she told him to take point, wanting to see his skills in perception during their mission. ‘I do wonder if they’ve deteriorated as well. Good chance to find out I spose.’ He’d think as he nodded and turned toward the nearest roof top and began to run along the top of it, hopping from roof to roof as he scanned the village with his senses, hunting for vandals. It shouldn’t be too hard to find them, all of the property damage involved paint, a few broken windows, and filthy door ways, most of which left some form of sound or odor in its wake. His eyes scanned alleyways as they passed, the narrow corridors and their constantly shifting position in reference to them making it more difficult to hear things down them. Sight was more important at those points. His ears and nose could handle the streets themselves.

It would take, maybe fifteen minutes before the sound of a shaking spray can reached his ears. The click-clack and the almost inaudible sound of something escaping a pressurized gas canister unmistakable in the dead of night. Calin would turn toward it immediately, moving over the rooftops at his top possible speed. It would take seconds for him to silently land on the edge of a rooftop looking over a shop that was in the process of being vandalized. It wasn’t just one group of them either, two groups of six were down below, each group hitting up a building before moving down to the next. It was almost methodical. It was a shame that the teens down there didn’t get involved in better choices in life. However, that was the way the world worked at times, bad choices. However maybe this time him and Tsubaki could do something about it. "Lovely night we're having isn't?" He'd ask simply, causing all of the teens to jump and turn in his direction at once.

Tsubaki was satisfied Calin agreed to do things her way. She normally did not contest the decisions made by him but she truly felt her method was the right thing for the hooligans. Stern words only meant so much. And even if the thugs did "promise" they were never going to cause bad again who knew if they were truthful with what they told them? If anything, they could have bluffed just to get them off their back. In the end Tsubaki was not hesitant to dish out some long overdue punishment. It's not like they didn't heal. As long as the damage wasn't permanent she had no qualms about it.

Calin took lead as Tsubaki asked to display his tracking knowledge if he still had it. Perception was nothing that really diminished after being bed-ridden. It was a subconscious skill that was honed after prolonged focus on the environment and common sense. Tsubaki kept her senses peeled as well while Calin took lead. She didn't want to sit back and rely on his senses. After all they were still on a mission and she wanted to complete it with efficiency. Tsubaki sprung up from the ground and followed Calin to the rooftop as they began hopping from building to building. Spotting briefly they'd do a perception check before moving on. Eventually they'd both pick up the sound of graffiti in the making. "Looks like your senses are still sharp. Let's go."

Calin made his presence known to the thugs as he announced himself from the rooftop. Tsubaki descended below standing just outside one of the mobs. Her forehead protector and flak jacket alone let them know she was an official of the village and they had chosen the wrong night to cause trouble.

Tsubaki would drop down near one of the two groups, her attire screaming ‘shinobi’ to anyone who looked. Although, really, the fact that they had come from the rooftops should’ve screamed that quite enough. Although none of the members of that particular group would notice her presence. ‘I either really scared the shit out of them, or she decided to stay quiet.’ He thought to himself before giving a mental shrug. “Your artwork looks great, maybe you should decorate the inside of a jail cell with it?” He’d ask, a raised eyebrow as he casually took a step off the edge of the building and landing in front of them. He’d stick his landing and move into a flawlessly taijutsu stance for the Dance of the Blossom. It was the basic Kaguya stance, but he didn’t intend to utilize any bones for this scuffle. If he did it would be easy to accidentally kill someone while moving. This way there would be fewer puncture wounds, and bodies. “F-Fuck you!” someone from the group closest to him would call out. It was the group that was furthest from Tsubaki and Calin would give the group a disappointed look. “So vulgar, and in front of a lady no less. I must say your manners leave much to be desired.” He would say prompting someone else to yell “What fucking lady? We could all use a turn at her wherever she is.” Another would call out to which Calin would snort derisively “For the record, I’m not saving you.” He would say before looking back toward the group that was ‘his’ “So then, shall we fight? You lose and you stop tagging and vandalising shops, you win, and I go away quietly and in shame.” He would ask with a small grin on his face.

None of the people there seemed to carry any meaningful weapons, small knives, bludgeons, and the like. They wouldn’t even be able to get passed his basic bone structure, no jutsu required. “This’ll be no fun, there’s only six of you though, how about I promise not to use my hands to hit any of you?” He’d ask in curiosity, prompting heightened shouts of anger as he kept the attention of both groups away from Tsubaki until she decided to start up the party. A lady always chooses when she wants to get involved after all.

The teenagers were vulgar and writhe with degeneracy and disappointment. She had initially thought she were to face up against a few troublesome kids, but these folk were far from that. They were criminals to the core: rotten and vile. Such was the case of growing up in a large Metropolis such as Kirigakure. The urbanites were developed by the city and not their community or their own cultures. A life were indulgence was around every corner. People had little reason for selflessness; everyone was in their own bubble. At least that was the case when children grew up in neglectful households. They are not taught by their parents and loved ones. Basic decency was far gone from these teenagers.

Tsubaki initially planned to show some restraint before that one particular man commented from the far group. There were layers of wrongness in his words that Tsubaki could not properly vocalize. At least at the moment. She was not witty like Calin nor did she plan to spare them the mercy of a general beating. They were far beyond that point of help. They needed a permanent reminder of their mistakes. Tsubaki disappeared from her location in a full sprint making her way to the center of the far group without any resistance. Before the loudmouth could do anything but change facial expressions the Kaguya was in mid-swing of a roundhouse kick. Her combat boots were special in that they were steel toed. Within the leather padding of the boot top was a solid shell of steel to protect the wearer's foot. It also aided her melee strikes which was helpful due to her lack of physical strength.

Nonetheless the steel toed boot would crash into the boy's mouth with unrelenting force shattering his teeth upon contact and sending him onto his back squirming in pain as both hands covered a bloodied mouth releasing muffled screams while doing so. The others turned to Tsubaki in shock, but they were prepared to fight.

Well it would appear Tsubaki wanted to change groups, and that she was rather pissed. Well, Calin couldn't completely blame her given the comment but it did prove that Tsubaki had a bit of a short temper when it came to crude comments about her. 'Glad I'm a civilized individual' He'd think as he moved toward the second group, whistling a tune as a couple of the thugs charged at him. 'Oh, some backbone?' He'd think before pushing the first one past him, utilizing the thugs forward momentum to push him into a turn before smashing his fist into the lower spine of the man. A loud cry would escape the mans lips as something was definitely broken by the blow. Maybe it wasn't permanent...Maybe 'Not anymore.' He'd think as the second one flipped out a knife and run at Calin, prompting the pale teen to raise and eyebrow and simply wait. The thug would attempt to stab the knife at Calin's chest. The Kaguya clan members utilization of 'shell' would cause the knife to hit solid, hardened, Kaguya bone, snapping the small blade off the handle and flipping it off to the side. The thug would gawk for a moment before Calin simply deactivated his technique, allowing him to move again and simply throwing a vicious uppercut, smashing this ones teeth in, reminiscent of what Tsubaki had done to her first victim.

That was already two of his six thugs. He hoped things could keep going for a bit longer though, he wanted to actually have some fun tonight and this was absolutely cathartic after six months in a bed. He felt his blood beginning to flow more readily at the thought of a fight, even one as pathetic as this and he felt his breathing quicken as his heart rate increased. "Don't stop trying to fight now, I want to keep having fun." He'd say, a small smirk on his face as he stalked toward his other four thugs.

Seeing their friend lay waste in the ground was certainly discouraging. They saw the woman in full. "You fools are brainwashed by main stream media to understand the true complex beauty behind my ancestors. Of course you would never have the opportunity to experience it. Even if you did try by force." Her clenched fist fired out from her guard striking one man on the side of his face. He reacted to it with recoil but was far from out of the battle. Her strength was inferior to Calin to have that "money shot" effect. It was his strength that she found arousing. The thought of being controlled and forced by him was something she practically drooled over. One could say that's why she preferred not to work on physical strength, but Tsubaki primarily neglected it to maintain a feminine appearance. Alkaid was just as strong as Calin was physically the last she recalled, though she wore it well. She had thicker thighs and a more buxom rump with a structured back and shoulder. She was still feminine, but her body spoke power than pudding, unlike Tsubaki.

She'd follow up the jaw shot with a palm from her other hand and then switching to a thrusting elbow to his eye once her other hand recovered from the first punch. The quick three-shot barrage was enough to ground the attack before the others could close in. Tsubaki skipped back allowing the other four to approach her. She only cleared a couple meters between them. It was a close quarters fight after all and she had no long range options to justify jumping back too much. She could always pelt them with tools from a distance but that ruined the fun she was having.

His blood was pumping at a vicious pace at this point and he'd catch a kick from one of the four remaining targets between his arm and knee, cracking it soundly with a an audible snap, causing the man to cry out in pain as he fell. Calin would step harshly on the man's other knee as he moved toward his three other targets. Another cry of pain would be heard in the street as one could hear the other knee snap. A haze of red was all Calin could see in his vision now as he felt a battle lust fall over him. It had been too long, entirely too long, since he'd had any kind of a fight at all. Even weakling such as those around him now were enough to set him off and make him want to fight more. A fourth thug would run toward the pale haired Kaguya, be he'd simply side step, trip, and slam and open palm into the jaw of the man, sending him up into the air with the force of the blow. If there had been a bone from his wrist in that strike, the man would be dead.

Why wasn't he using them? He couldn't be sure, but that didn't matter. From down the street though one could hear the cries of another three groups of thugs. Numbers not quite fully visible in the darkness. Apparently there were more groups tagging up shops than they had thought. All the more fun for them, it meant they could get all of the rats at once too. Ah the value of efficiency. A battle hungry smile would appear on Calin's face as he began to move toward his fifth target, a quick kick ended his time in the fight all too quickly though, the raw power of the blow sending the man careening into a wall and getting knocked out, his arm bent in an unnatural angle.

The remaining four in her group were as dumb as they looked. They let their pride and street knowledge get in the way of their own safety. Tsubaki did not intend to hold back. Not after the damage they caused and the remarks they shared about her body. They finally reacted to her intial assault closing in on her. She'd respond with a swift leg sweep knocking one of the men off balance and falling onto the cobblestone road. The inexperienced saw her position as a weakness as the remaining two swarmed in on her. Tsubaki would somersault back and extended her leg striking one of the thugs in the jaw with her heel. It was enough to push his jaw back and force unconsciousness. She'd spring back on her feet recovering flawlessly. The last man decided to run, but he did not get far. At least Tsubaki didn't intend him to. Reaching into her side holster she grabbed a single shuriken and flung it to target the side of his knee slashing the tendon which supported his body weight. The slash there forced the man to fall onto the ground unable to move on his own.

The man she had initially tripped rolled onto his face attempting to recover. His leg hurt and head even more from his fall. Tsubaki showed no mercy as she dropped her foot on the back of his head effectively curbstomping the thug. He'd lose a good amount of teeth and dislocate his jaw. There was no expression of pain. Just immediate unconsciousness. There were reinforcements coming to Calin. Reaching into her hip pouch she grabbed to kunai and threw them with enough finesse to strike two of the men's knees. They'd lodge a good inch and a half burying deep in the bone. It would force their legs to lock up and prohibit any further movement.

More enemies, good, the first in the group of new blood would be reaching him in a few moments, knife out and charging. Calin would simply grab the sixth man and yank him in front of him before throwing him forward. As he did, the glint of metal off a streetlight would bring his attention to two kunai, obviously thrown by Tsubaki, into the knees into the second and third of the reinforcements. The first man would collide with the thug that Calin had thrown at him, causing both to collapse to the ground in a heap, a pool of blood beginning to form under them as the outstretched knife had sunk deep into the chest of the thrown man. Calin would stride over them, stomping hard on the now stunned thugs head as he did. The man unable to do anything to stop it while under the weight of his comrade. The second and third men were on the ground, holding their knees as the knives embedded into them kept them from moving them well. Calin would kick both the calves of the men, causing them to cry out and black out from the pain of the blow. He didn't even have to kick them very hard.

Turning back toward the rest of the reinforcements he'd see that they had been three groups of three. Meaning a total of nine more targets. Three were out already, meaning there were still six more. A bonus group, how nice. "Split em 50/50?" He'd ask simply, the question obviously for Tsubaki. The first thug would reach him, arm outstretched for a punch and Calin would catch the punch on his palm before yanking the thug forward, slamming his fist into the man's sternum, breaking it outright, and tossing him aside like a sack of garbage. The second and third would slow down and watch him warily, the other three still catching up.

Tsubaki smirked after seeing her two kunai strike their targets with relative ease. It wasn't often ninja tools struck their targets. At least for Shinobi versus Shinobi confrontations where one would have to try and strike a honed opponent. Civilians on the other hand were easy targets. They relied on brute strength and aggression to get the job done. Setting up their opponent or being a lot more flexible in combat was not a feature thugs shared. That's what made them easy to deal with for the local police force. For Shinobi it was deemed overkill. The streets were littered with the worthless blood of the urbanites as they moans and writhed in pain, most unable to move and others completely unconscious. They were badly injured but not dead or near death for that matter. A civilian police force would have much more trouble containing what would feel like a militia of thugs. Since Kirigakure grown into a Metropolis it has seen a greater spike in poverty and people which naturally led to crime.

Fortunately Calin and Tsubaki were here to clean out the mess. She's pace herself to stand besides Calin as more reinforcements arrived. "Foolish delinquents. Numbers are not the issue. It's the lack of skill. They always think so highly of themselves. It's such an undeserved arrogance." The horde charged towards the two of them, both equally prepared to take of their pitiful attempts of assault. Tsubaki's hands moved like lightning as they riddled the first opponent's face several times before he collapsed due to unconsciousness.

Tsubaki would put her first opponent down with a combination of attacks upon his face, the man slumping down like a sack of meal. Calin wouldn't be able to help the grin he had on his face as he caught a man's thrown rock of all things and returned it with interest. The improvised projectile would strike the man in the temple and crumple him to the ground immediately, vision blackening as his mind went dark. The next target would run up to him and try to throw a punch at his chest, hoping to make it harder for him to breathe he supposed. More likely though, it was simply the easiest target for the man to hit, or he simply didn't know any better.

Calin would let the strike fall, his own physical endurance too high for such riffraff to truly injure him and he'd place two hands on either side of the man's ribs and squeeze, hard. The sound of cracking bones and screams of pain could be heard as Calin slowly shattered the mans ribs via pure brute force before he threw the man into the only waking target he had left. After all, the rest were for Tsubaki. As the man he struck with the living projectile of his own comrade passed out immediately from the impact. "Indeed, especially when they fall so easily. Shall we finish the clean up and move on to something else?" He would ask, curiosity in his voice as he spoke.

Calin made short work of his enemies once again. She sometimes envied the physical strength he was capable of. Tsubaki had to exert more work to achieve the same results, but in the end she guessed it was work maintaining a feminine appearance. Tsubaki did have her ninja tools at hand but she didn't want to make more mess and more recovery than what was already accounted for. What she assumed was a small group of riff rats turned out to be an entire gang of evil doers. It was no surprise why they required Shinobi help for such a task. Tsubaki stayed with Taijutsu. She had a regular bias for close quarters and Taijutsu in particular. It was more than a ninja art or a means of self defense for her and most Kaguya. To them it was an expression. Spars were used to train, stay healthy, blow off steam, test each other's compatibility, and so on.

Today it was being used as a reminder for the thugs to stay in their lane. Tsubaki was sure they were guilty of more than graffiti. She wanted to make sure tonight was their last night of mischievousness. Hopping up she'd spin around with her leg extended striking on thug across the face and sending him staggering to the right falling unconscious. She'd drive her palm into one man's face and using a clenched fist strike down upon his collar bone. Cocking her free arm back as he was falling towards the ground she'd send a palm to his throat. The strike there would render the man incapacitated as a few gasps of breath led to him blacking out. All of the thugs were knocked out. "There was surely a lot of them. I feel it'd be easier to just throw them in a bonfire, but that's not the ethical way to take care of this. What do you suggest?"

Tsubaki finished her targets off in quick fashion, she was a bit quicker than him, which was a point of envy for him. Speed after all, could often times make a fight more surely than raw strength could. It was something he would need to work on and quickly if he wanted to stand by her. He needed to be strong, and fast, and insanely durable. He could handle the training though, it was simply a matter of getting back on track. As the final thug blacked out Tsubaki would comment about what to do with them. “Personally, I second the bonfire option, but we’d have to sit here and watch it to make sure it doesn’t spread and we both have better things to do than watch a bunch of idiots burn alive.” He say, his tone hard to read as his eyes searched around for options. It wasn’t that he was overly cruel or anything, but degenerates like this often times were responsible for more than simply graffiti. The kind of damage they could have done, or may have already wasn’t something to scoff at. The men around them, most beaten, and broken, and some even laying in pools of their own blood, though not a lethal amount, were monsters. Something he had absolutely no tolerance for when it came to his home.

His eyes would spy a dumpster not far off and and without barely a glance he’d fire a bone bullet at the metal object. The resounding echo of impacted metal came forth, and by the tone one could easily tell that it was empty. A few steps down the alley and the dumpster would be open, showing exactly what he’d heard. The trash had come yesterday it seemed, and the dumpster was almost completely empty. There was enough space for all of the garbage surrounding them in there. “We can leave them in here and inform the regular police force so they can arrest and process them. Don’t worry about helping me out with this part, a lady shouldn’t lower herself to moving riff raff and thugs like this around. I’ll have this done in short order my dear.” He would say, the last with a small bow and a smirk as he stepped back down and began to move unconscious, thugs into the dumpster. He wasn’t strong enough to do more than one at a time, although it was a close thing, but he worked with a sense of urgency, wanting nothing more than to be finished.

Calin came up with a bright solution to their problem. They couldn't be bothered with taking each individual to jail by hand. It wasn't their job after all. They were tasked with neutralizing the threat and nothing more. Calin volunteered to take the bodies to the trash dump himself. It was probably for the best. As much as she hated being a damsel it was a muscle-intensive task. She would only tire herself out for little progress. "Very well. I'll let the Civilian Police know where you stashed the bodies. After that we can check out our mission at the administration." Tsubaki departed from the scene in a hurry to let the police know. By the time she told them and they organized Calin should be finished and on his way to the government building. Tsubaki would tell the police and make her own way to the government building. The two would meet up at some point and walk together where they would let the mission receptionist know of their work. Although she knew there was still crime in the city she could rest assure there won't be any petty graffiti or vandalism for quite some time.

[Exit]

Calin would finish his task of shoving as many thugs into a dumpster as possible, wondering if there was some sort of record for it. Tsubaki would leave to go inform the proper authorities of the almost literally gift wrapped package waiting for them down here in this alley. Once he was done, he’d head toward to the government building. Tsubaki was after all, a practical gal. She wouldn’t come back to the alley when they both knew where they needed to end up. When he arrived he would run into her, and they would proceed inside to report the success of their mission. He knew that they didn’t really hit the crime rate particularly hard tonight, but there was an entire gang of vandals behind bars now. Or at least there would be before the night was done.

[Exit]