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Jet

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Mission:
Mission name: Escort the merchants out of Iwa
Mission rank: B
Objective: To get the merchants safely to the border so they can go and sell their goods.
Location: Iwagakure border
Reward: 310 ryo
Mission description: There have been bandit attacks in the passes in the past. Recently these have increased. Protect the merchants from all threats.
Mission details: At some point the caravan of three wagons and six merchants will be attacked. Three chunnin ranked bandits with all D-3 rank stats and Battle axes will descend upon the caravan from above. Kill them to send a message. Iwa will not tolerate bandits. If any of the caravan is damaged you fail the mission.

Jet yawned, popping her bones before rubbing her eyes. It was early morning in the land of stone and she had been assigned to take on a mission of escorting a caravan with a genin. The genin in question seemed to be somewhat skilled and had potential to be recruited into the cadet hopefuls program of anbu. If he impressed her and showed he had enough bite to match his bark, Jet was supposed to take him under her wing and teach him whatever she saw fit whenever she had the time to do so outside of Anbu, training anbu hopefuls, missions, and working as a senior executive in the torture and interrogation department. She would wait with their clients at the village gates, as they loaded their carts. They were going to leave soon but it seemed the boy Takamura had not arrived yet. It seemed he was late. The first strike she mused.

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Jester || Clan || Jutsu || Locker

Ninjutsu: S Bukijutsu (Kenjutsu/Onojutsu/Kyujutsu): S Fuuinjutsu: A
Missions:D-2 || C-2 || B-5 || A-0 || S-0 Katon: S Raiton: B Chakra: -40

Takamura

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Takamura woke up, his body echoing the pains of the past weeks of training. The sun’s first rays making their way slowly across the rocky landscape of Iwagakure and through his window and lay across his sheets. He slowly propped his bandaged back against the wall of his room, his bones creaking at his every move. Ever since he has hit Genin, Takamura had trained faster harder than ever to prepare himself for the rigours missions and assignments to be given to him by his Squad leader, mostly at the expanse of his free time and the ability to feel rested in the morning. Yet even though most of his fellow Genin were already assigned to a squad, Takamura had not been. Takamura flexed his fist to get back feeling into his arms as he thought about the last time he had a bit of free time and went on a nice “sight-seeing” trip. Pain shot through his right shoulder as he got up in dismay. He couldn’t even remember the last time, let alone the last time he went to a nice proper hot spring. Even he was slowly  He slowly made his way to the bathroom, he made himself a good hot bath and sunk in, the hot water lulling him into the warm arms of another snooze.


A polite but hurried knock woke him from his slumber, the water now turned cold. From under the door slipped what seemed to be a letter. Even though the door was not locked, Takamura knew that his mother was to walk in. Getting out of the bath quickly, he wrapped towel around himself and headed over to see what the letter was all about. A seal bearing the insignia of Iwagakure made it clear what the letter contained. Putting on a red and black striped boxers, he bolted out to get ready. In record time he bolted out of the tavern wearing a brown shirt littered with what appeared to be white flames on the sleeves and hem, the Hattori Insinga prominently on his back. His headband was tied unusually around his forehead, wanting to make sure to make sure to look like a real shinobi. After running two streets down he realized he had no idea where he was going and he had not opened the letter yet. Opening up the letter carefully as not to tear anything yet at the same time as fast as he could, he yearned to learn who his squad leader would be.  He quickly read through the initial paragraph congratulating him on passing the genin exam and that he would now be contributing to the village with his hard work. Reading faster than he possibly thought he could, Takamura finally learned the name of his Squad Leader. Yuurei Jet. He had heard that name somewhere but he was not sure who she or he was. It did sound like a name of a powerful shinobi. Takamura stood still in the quiet side-street, smiling to himself as he thought of how cool his Squad Leader could be.


Realizing that there was what seemed to be a handwritten note at the end of the letter that he had not read, he turned his gaze back to the letter. A cold sweat broke over Takamura as he read the last part, which instructed him to be at the City Gates about half an hour ago for his first mission with his squad leader. Having been doing road-work in these areas, Takamura rushed through Iwagakure to make his way as fast as possible to meet his squad leader, the roads mostly empty except for the merchants slowly setting up and the early risers. He made his way to the city gates, where Caravans and Merchants where loading and unloading their merchandise. He brought himself to a stop, his legs barely holding him up as he stood there panting, hands on his knees and sweat dripping over his eyes as he tried to get his bearings.  “Now, where would-” he began thinking to himself as his gaze moved up to make eye-contact with the upper torso of a woman.  Time seemed to slow as his gaze seemed to be fixed to it; as the pressure in his nose began to increase, his hand slowly went into his pocket; returning only with an empty packet of tissues. To make things even worse, somehow Takamura knew that this was his squad-leader’s decently sized breasts yet after months of not indulging in his hobbies, he found himself unable to do more than say “Hattori Takamura at your service, Jet-sensei. Sorry for being late.” as he finally stood up straight, trying to pass if off as a bow albeit it was obvious that it was anything but a respectful bow. His gaze switched constantly between making eye contact and falling back into the enchanting view of her torso, lingering longest on the latter as two serpentine red slithers now protruded from his nose, Takamura too unsure to even scruff them off with his non-existent shirt sleeve. Even as they both stood at roughly the same height, Takamura felt her shadowing over him as if he was much shorter than her, probably through sheer force of presence.

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|STR [D-3]|SPD [D-0]|END [D-1]|RT [D-3]|PER [D-0]|
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Missions Completed: D-2|C-0|B-0|A-0|S-0

Jet

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"First off do not call us sensei. You have not earned that right yet"

"Second, be late ever again and I will personally have you kicked from the program and into the genin reserve corps got it"

"Third, shut up and follow" At those words Jet grabbed Takamura by the throat, keeping her grip painfully tight, and dragged him over "We have a fucking headache and you keep the clients and us waiting. No one is going to take your shit. So not one word and do your job" Jet's tony was icy with white anger. Something about waking up early was just terrible. And her last meeting with her business partner...god she does not want to think about it. She recently went on a mission, came back to iwa, got ambushed and screwed up because she was not careful. After playing around for week with the doctor, Jet kind of spiraled down into her old habits of sleeping around and doing drugs. Hey she tried to keep off them but it is so easy to just let it all go. Granted her multiple partners were not really to her standards though that anbu group she messed with yesterday were decent enough though only Jester ever got around to play. This Jet did not really become unhinged often and was a bit too serious for anyone's liking.

Less about sex, more about mission. Cause mission means money and money means lots of alcohol to drown the bullshit out. Why the fuck was Jester playing London Bridge is Falling Down on repeat for the past twenty minutes!?!? If multiple personas could be murdered, Jester would have been on the shit list a long time ago. After dragging Takamura to the caravan, they hopped on and passed out. She would leave Takamura to keep watch whilst she slept on top of one of the wags, feeling it was not worth her time to keep awake unless anything happened. If anything did, she would keep her anbu sensory on to watch out for anything within a large radius. They were pretty safe they believed. The next time they would awaken though would be the middle of the night when some signatures popped up. Should she alert Takamura and the caravan......nope he can do it by himself.

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Jester || Clan || Jutsu || Locker

Ninjutsu: S Bukijutsu (Kenjutsu/Onojutsu/Kyujutsu): S Fuuinjutsu: A
Missions:D-2 || C-2 || B-5 || A-0 || S-0 Katon: S Raiton: B Chakra: -40

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