Dirt Shmirt [Mission]

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Twas a cold day. The fog surrounding Kirigakure was at it's pinnacle of obstruction. You couldn't even see a single blotch of blue in the sky, just fog and clouds covering it all. Juro was on a mission given to him. It was his first mission and he liked a challenge so he picked a C-Rank mission for the extra hmph! He had a duty to do some community cleaning in the outskirts and the entrance of the village. Juro was located closer to the entrance than the outskirts so he headed there first. Scaling the walls Juro neared the entrance, slowly as he came closer he could see the pieces of trash scattered all over the ground of the entrance. Hopping from the top of a building onto the floor of the village entrance Juro began to pick up every speck of trash visible to his eye. Empty chip bags, soda cans, and scraps of paper. With a hand full of trash Juro threw it into a trashcan making sure he did not miss the hole it provided so for disposal. Squinting his eyes Juro made sure he did not leave a spec of trash on the floor. After a sweep of his eyes he saw that he had not left a single piece of filth on the floor of the entrance. After that Juro went and headed onto the OUTSKIRTS OF KIRIGAKURE (rustlin' my jimmies).
 
    Juro headed towards the outskirts as the village. He could start to see how more broken down and filthy it got. This was the poor mans area to live, and a trashy one it is. The stench of dead fish and fecal matter went through the nostrils of Juro's nose behind his mask. Tears down his eyes from the smell appeared. After a bit he had gotten used to the smell and was no longer bothered by it. Nearing it at a local slum where illegal things, lots of drinking, and a "family recreation" was located. Basically it was where all the poor people went to have fun. Juro could not explain the filth, it rustled his jimmies looking at it. Fecal matter, beer cans, rotten food, and other things not known to modern science. Juro entered the area, he noticed the black wall and swiped his finger on it revealing white under the black soot which covered every wall in his remote area. Wiping the soot off his finger Juro walked deeper into the shit hole which he was present in. It seemed Juro had walked into a bar judging by   the intoxicated men to his left sitting around a table drooling words of unknown manner. Instead of paying attention to the drunks and poor people Juro simply just started to pick up trash and throw it into the trash bin. Picking up the foul things he found on the floor he at the corner of his eye noticed a man making an enormous mess. He was spitting his food, throwing it on the ground, and other sorts of things. Juro was advised to confront a man of such manner if necessary. Juro with his eye still on the man approached him, "Excuse me sir but it seems you have made a huge mess and I would like to inform you that you are required to clean up after yourself, so please do.." The man brushed off Juro and walked away with a smirk, Juro was not pleased. With light steps Juro grabbed the wrist of the man with his right hand pulling it up putting his arm in a V (heh V) shape behind his back. Then Juro planted his left hand onto the mans head and drove it into the ground. The man constrained with one arm loose with his face planted into the mess he made tried to scream for help but no one could hear him. Juro could notice the man scrounging something from his pocket with his open hand, with quick notice Juro's foot went onto the mans open arm constraining it from further movement. Juro spoke, "Sir, I will advise you to please clean up your mess.." Releasing the man from constraint, as he got up his hand still in his pocket he pulled out a small shank, "You  motherfucker!" the man screeched. He took the shank in his hand and went for a stab to Juro's heart extending his arm forward. Juro turnt 90 degrees to his left. Juro now had a open shot for devastation. Juro grabbed the mans wrist holding the shank, then with his right elbow he drove it into the mans abdomen. The clumsy man just had the wind drained out of him like a whoopee cushion. The man released his hand dropping the shank and fell on the floor. Annoyed by this manner Juro took the burden on himself and cleaned up the mans mess. A sparkling trash free area in the outskirts of the village! Juro was proud of himself for such a deed. He went off to notify the village that his mission is complete.

[Exit dis]
[Mishun complete]
[   Swagh ~ ]