Save the Student! (Private Mission)

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Yeah. Hisomu was definitely enjoying her morning before she had to arrive at the location of the mission - something she had been notified by her brother. Just a little mission about some genin being rude and a problematic fellow. It was definitely a target for her Sharingan to traumatize him - funnily enough. As Hisomu enjoyed her breakfast with her family, she'd have a bit of chatter before getting into her shinobi attire of a large red jacket, her headband dangling around her throat and swagger in her walk.

It wouldn't take long before she arrived at the place, but it definitely wasn't on time. Hisomu would be wandering down the streets, as relaxed as ever with a toothpick picking at some food between her teeth. Lastly, before arriving next to the assigned partner, Hisomu would flick the toothpick into the distance before commenting.
"Yo. You're the mission partner? Neat. How old are you again? Twenty-Eight? Neat-o. You found the kid yet?" Hisomu said in a nonchalant tone. It was a rather mundane mission for Hisomu considering the specifics, and since she possessed the Sharingan - it would be a breeze. Question was whether this Kaminari knew whether the ten year old had already unlocked their Sharingan. Hisomu stuffed her hands into her pocket and surveyed the area with her green eyes, paying little attention to being subtle. It was somewhat intentional as she wanted to simply fit and not stand out like an obvious genin-hunting bully at this given time. The ten-year-old simply took this mission with utmost ease in her mannerism and sighed.

Yeah, whatever the case was with this current partner was someone else future business to deal with. They were at the academy that Hisomu had been part of some time ago – and honestly, wandering around did brush up some good memories. Although, the more she thought about it and the target at hand – the more she recognized who they had to deal with. It was one of those guys that was several grades beneath her, and he was just now catching up Hisomu.

Or something. Maybe he wasn’t and Hisomu was about to assault a completely innocent stranger of an academy student with a powerful genjutsu that’d make him piss his pants. Who knew! Hisomu didn’t for sure, and she was the best bet at finding the target here, that was certain. Wandering around for a continuous time, Hisomu would stop before one of the entrances to a classroom and lean up against the walls that’d face the entrance to the room. It was now that the matter was to wait out till the kid finished his class and wander outside with knowing any better, that he was about to be ganged up by two powerful gamers that could twist his ankles and break his kneecaps with utmost ease – and that ease was about to be discovered.

Hisomu turned her head to look at the temporary comrade and eye her up once more. Was she genuinely telling her how to handle this situation, or at least handle it to a lesser degree? Excuse you, this was Hisomu’s field of teaching the others a lesson of not being a douchebag any further, and if that touchy mouth-breather continued to be a downer, Hisomu was going to put her on a cross in a hellscape, that was certain.

Hisomu looked down at her wrist and non-existent watch and toggled on her Sharingan for the upcoming encounter with the student. There were currently two tomoe in her eye, a decent sign of progress for someone like her, and now that progress was going to be used against someone else – something lesser. There were a great range of jutsu available for Hisomu to choose from, and the one at hand was going to be a powerful and mentally scarring one where the target would be crucified on a cross by none other than Hisomu as intense psychological pain would barrage them.

It was simply poetic, or not, but Hisomu was here to teach them a lesson of not messing with the different kids again – and at this point she reckoned she could recognize whoever they were sent to deal with. It was after-all someone she shared these hallways with not so long ago, and she was going to share these hallways once more with the fellow, albeit on other terms.

Hisomu’s gaze remained fixated on the door as time passed, and the Sharingan would continue to swirl – awaiting the perfect moment where the kid stepped outside and established eye-contact from the simple realization that two people were standing out. It was a given in Hisomu’s eyes that someone reasonable and normal would do such a thing at first – but unfortunately for him, it’d be a very grim experience rather than a pleasant one.

It could’ve turned out otherwise, or perhaps they could had handled this differently – but spawn-camping at the doorway for this classroom where the kid was going to step out of was simply the easiest choice. There was not a sole chance that the kid was expecting them and escaped out the window, especially since the scenario of these two gangsters standing outside the door could easily be someone escorting a senior through the academy the other was attending.

There were some slight thoughts racing through Hisomu’s mind as she contemplated the time being spent here, specifically the time she had with Bunko – who had disappeared underneath the earth, not to mention the visit to Konohagakure. Hisomu crossed her arms and maintained her Sharingan as time continued to pass, and what came to mind was the incident at the hospital that had resulted in the powerful dojutsu that was her Sharingan. She pondered a bit about power that her eyes were going to grant her, but that night still shook her.

Surely her own village had the same skills and assets to perform such a task, but was there any reason behind doing such a thing? There were corpses there, if they were even real, but outside of that – why? It was done during the exams, and in her eyes had no real purpose apart from obtaining something or someone from the hospital. Furrowing her eyebrows, she recalled back to the parchment with the information of the slain patient.
They shared a powerful clan with one of the major people in Konohagakure, so could it had been a political move to stir fear within the superiors there, or perhaps shift the blame onto others? Was it perhaps to use the kid as a tool for something if it was a fake? It was however visibly clear to her memory that the kid was dead as he sat in the chair in her memory, but for her to pass out afterwards was more than just a coincidence. It was something foul and something that was amiss.

Hisomu shook her head as she yawned and maintained her composure of waiting for the dreadful encounter with the former friend of hers that was whatever his name was. Hisomu raised one hand up to her hair and ran it through it. Her luscious brown hair flowed easily between her fingers as she yawned again. Sheesh, at this rate she was going to fall asleep – and that was more than just a warning that she was going to mentally dip.

At least as soon as that door opened before them, Hisomu was going to annihilate that kid’s confidence and slap him mentally to ensure he would never cause such an incident again. They could’ve used the time better elsewhere, but they absolutely had to do this.

"Whatever, you. When I see him - he's going to have a colorful surprise with my Sharingan. I'll put him on a cross and scar him with this bullying or whatever he's done."