....Did you just take my cigar?[Mission/C-Rank/Solo]

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Drugs. They have always caused trouble. Be it people selling or stealing it, or those same people doing stupid stuff having taken the drugs. Of course, some drugs are not as bad as others. Cigars and cigarettes, for example, are definitely not as bad as cocaine or meth. These "bad bad" drugs are what causes most of the problems anyway. Hence why the officials have gave this mission to the lumbering, smoking beast known as Zaiaku. The task was very simple; kill or arrest any and all drug dealers you(Zaiaku) encounter. Not really being able to refuse, he accepted the task and went on into the ghettos of the village in search of some drug dealers. Most wouldn't really suspect him to be hunting for two reasons. First, he is not dressed as a shinobi. In-fact, he's wearing his black vinyl pants, shoes, and fur-necked vest. Second, he is commonly known in the ghettos for not caring about what goes on, hence, people may then speak very freely even if he is around. Thus, it would be a easy job.

It was currently day, lunchtime to be exact. Zaiaku was walking down the side-walk very slowly. His giant clawed hands were embedded in his pockets, and his face was slightly cast down as he listened to the numerous conversations going on around him. His eyes were swiftly moving from individual to individual, looking for any sign that they were a dealer. After a few moments of this, he spotted one. He had creamy skin and blonde hair. He wore a large white hoodie and blue jeans. Despite being on the opposite sidewalk, Zaiaku could smell the weed off him very clearly. Zaiaku then stood there, waiting for someone to get their fix, to make sure his assumptions were true. Nearly a hour passed, and Zaiaku was just about to lose his temper when someone finally came. They openly handed some money to the young man, which in-turn, he gave a small package of most likely weed. With that, Zaiaku sprinted towards him and reeled back his fist, focusing a large amount of chakra to it.

When he swung, he landed his attack on the man's neck and, due to having focused chakra into it, practically broke it the moment he did. The man was then sent flying for about 50 meters, crashing through old and poorly made walls. Zaiaku knew he couldn't be alive, as he then looked at the man who had just bought the weed. His eyes went from to the bag to him again. The man, in response, dropped the package and ran. With a smile, Zaiaku picked up the package, opened it, and threw the contents over his shoulder, scattering on the sandy ground where it disappeared as the wind blew.

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With that, Zaiaku continued onward, traveling deeper into the much more dangerous parts of Yokuchigakure, where murder, drugs, and theft was common. Though he knew he needed atleast three dead in-order to finish the mission, he would not stay there at night. He had a son to take care of after all. Thus, he began to hurry. As he traveled further and further, the area became more bleak and vulgar. More run-down buildings, more degenorates one the street, and more trash on the ground. He knew he was getting close, but needed a way to see all the area. As such, he quickly jumped onto a near-by house and scoped the area, his white eyes scanning every nook and cranny they came upon. It only took about 20 minutes of impersonating a owl that Zaiaku managed to find someone. Three people, two men and a woman, hastily exchanging money and packages in a alley.

With a rather cruel smile, he quickly jumped his way to them, eventually jumping straight up over the two men. As he came back down to earth, a black shroud formed around his fists. Slowly, it began to take shape. Eyes, snout, horns, whiskers. The two beasts silently roared as Zaiaku drew his fists back, aiming right for the mens' heads. Having fallen close enough, he brought them before him, smashing his enhanced fists into the top of their heads. The lacerations easily made it to their brains as the impact managed to shatter the top portion of their skulls, killing them fairly quickly. They then landed face first onto the ground, with Zaiaku landing on his feet on top of them. Slowly the shroud faded, and Zaiaku removed his fists from their bloodied melons. In complete silence, he took out a cigar. Lighted it, and inhaled deeply before letting out a relaxed sigh. The last thing he had to do now was carry the damn things back for evidence.

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MISSION COMPLETE

20-380=360 chakra left: