[COMPLETED] When Cowards Fight [MISSION]

It was by sheer luck that Nami no Kuni was a small island, and that most, if not all, of the villages were close to each and another. But of course the client and the target were not affiliated to any, residing in the depths of the minor country. Finding the old man's house alone was a difficult challenge already, and Jena was sure that she had lost her way through the misty, raked path. Once she was given instructions by Gachi, which was mostly wheezing and grumbling and having to stand a horrendous rotten odor, she was kicked out the door and left to fend for herself out in the haze. In that moment she guessed why Fiji and many of the Missings had reasons to dislike him, and boy did he smell terrible. Even so, she is a rogue, and a rogue has to do what a rogue has to do, which is helping vulnerable people that are paying others to get their dirty work done.
Yeah, it's a good life.

Trudging for what seemed almost fifteen minutes, the black-haired girl bumped upon a wrecked and knocked-down traditional house, which seemed more suited for a sacrificing ritual than to serve as a shelter. Nothing seemed to come close to the abandoned establishment, and it was secluded from the land for all that it looked like. When she dared climb upon the first step, a tremendously loud creak filled the once calm silence. Lord of Hell, why must she go through such embarrassment? And so she proceeded to go stair after stair, creaking after creaking. That is how she landed in front of the crooked door, a prolonged cccckr echoing from below her feet, a poker face taking over her facial features. She went ahead and kicked the door open, breaking through the paper-thin material and making it shatter into dust. This was a waste of time, really...

"Knock knock, I'm home," the Meiton user nonchalantly stepped in after calling out, eyes meticulously scanning the contents of the house. At this point this whole shame of a building could be considered a clutter of ruins than anything else. The paint from the walls was wasted and scratched off, the floor sliced open with cracks and cuts. The roof was in shambles, particles of dust falling off the broken wood. Nothing worthy of being left here, albeit some filthy furniture coated with a thick layer of dirt. "Who died in here?" She sneezed at the multiple allergic factors pestering her nose. The quiet atmosphere inside the wretched remnants signalled that perhaps no one was waiting for her expected arrival. Heck, anybody would have already ran into view with her comments and obliteration of the front door.

Jena decided that the best thing to do then was to explore the debris and find the room Fiji was hiding Gachi's steel staff. She could freely walk through the grey corridors, minding her way around the piles of residue messily sprawled across the foundation. It was a weird yet nice change from usual, being able to freely move about without having to be precarious of any stalking ninja. Room by room the trek was growing exhausting. Truly, it was as if the damned thing had infinite rooms, each exactly the same as the last. The intricate maze dizzied her and made her doubt her strategy. What about this room... Oh, no, wait that one looks suspicious. Woah, hold on, did she even see that one? Ah, no, they're all the same. How could she differentiate each and every room from their kin?

Exasperated already with this 'running about' business the female Missing punched the nearest wall to her side, the debilitated bark not even willing to fight against her knuckles' force. It blasted wide open within a batting of the eye, making its way to end up just like the waste on the ground. She peered inside out of curiosity, and there a gift awaited her. The only thing considered safe and sound inside this house: a glass container. Meditating inside of it was clasped a beautiful shimmering staff, made out of pure iron and steel. She began pacing toward it, amazed by such a craft. Whoever created it deserved to be clapped at. "So that's why old man Gachi is so devoted to the staff," Jena whispered, a hand reaching forward to touch the steely surface of the item.

In that very second she was surprised when a shuffling and a cough ringed from behind. In reflex, she rapidly spun around, a hand resting upon Yuugure's hilt in case of an emergency. Yet, that was not exactly the case. There proudly stood a smaller-sized man with elongated beard that still possessed a rich brown colour, his beady eyes inspecting the Missing-Nin. "Ha! You thought you could fool the powerful Fiji?" He exclaimed unnecessarily, stuck in a pose that sort of radiated the image of a man that had a ton of issues with his pride-sickness. "Well you were wrong, I am the mighty powerful Fiji! Prepare to face the wrath of my rage! Hyoo~o!!"

Why had he the need to shout at every single sentence... Nevertheless, the man held both his hands up, clenched into shaky fists. Releasing a holler of battle, he sprang into a run, head lowered like a bull. Sidestepping without any problem, Jena allowed him to bash the wall behind them, which collided as perhaps all of the things in there. Well that was an incredibly stupid thing to do. He was lost within the other room, until he emerged from another hole near the first, chasing her. He jutted his head with her gut, but that gave her the chance to land a hand on his temple and push him away with enough strength. Skidding to a halt, he jumped high into the air with a leg stretched forward, which was also dodged in a matter of seconds. Again he drilled the wall, appearing momentarily with a yell from the same spot.

Fiji stomped the ground and made his hands come together in a seal. Then, lurching forward with speed that flabbergasted Jena, he pinched the skin below the palm of her hand. Her wrist stopped functioning, dropping cold without any warning. The sensation that followed was not only sharp, but chilly and stinging. She frowned with eyes widened, jaw slightly opened at Fiji. "Ow," she complained, still puzzled at the tactic. He gave a huff of satisfaction and let go of her wrist, aiming his fingers at her shoulder. Not wanting to have a whole arm asleep the girl backed away with a Shunshin no Jutsu, leaving Fiji slapping the air by himself. She came to the realisation that he knew the ways of paralysis and its branches, having studied the vital spots for perfect efficiency. Oh man that meant bad news. Who can fight while your body is numbed out, especially when the brawl required of her fast replies?

"Kanashibari no Jutsu," the Missing-Nin announced, locating the petite male with her eyes. He was coming at her, and suddenly Fiji froze dead on his tracks. "Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu," again, she said her Jutsu out loud, and noticing his eyes widen resulted in her lips curling to a smile, only to vanish after some seconds. He threw a hissy fit with his mouth alone, swearing and shouting incoherent sentences. What she could make out, however, was, "You shall never be greater than me, Gachi -- !" And with a growling coming from his throat he broke free of the Paralysis Technique, glaring at Jena. "You'll pay for that! Glorious Flying Pony Kick!" The name in itself was comical, yet when Fiji's two feet hit in a flash on Jena's face and stomach, she didn't find the Taijutsu funny at all.

Retaliating from the attack a little, the girl stepped away from the man, touching her wounded cheek with the wrist that had recently awoken from its slumber. "I told you you are no match to the mighty Fiji!" He scoffed, combing his beard. "You are weak and you are a fool."
"I'm up to my fucking neck with your ego," she barked, visibly infuriated. "Fuuton: Kami Oroshi!" Sending her hands forward, the beckoned vortex of wind slapped his body, causing him to fly to the corner of the room. Since he had hit one of the major supports to the roof, the structure began to shake. Her magenta eyes trailed off to the section of wood above that particular corner, admiring how a chunk of roof broke off from its former place in a splendorous fashion. And so the debris did no other than bury Fiji with dirt and mould. Jena smirked at this, attempting to contain her laughter for all it mattered.

"O-Ow... Gg-ghi..." Fiji stuttered, left immobile by a heavy plank of wood that fell on his chest. In the meantime Jena flipped open the glass container's door, and out with her hand went the steel staff.
"I'll be taking this," she twirled the object in her hands, side-glancing at the poor victim of the ruins. "Ah, of course..." A demonic smile spread on her face as her feet drove her to the trembling body. She knelt down, and murmured with a tone that could only belong to the Lord of Hell himself, "You think you own what is not yours? Selfish brute, I'm going to make sure you don't steal anything else from Gachi. Remember my name and my eyes, because they will be always behind your back as long as you live. If I ever receive news from Gachi concerning you, I promise that I will teach you a more severe lesson than this."

Paying her farewell with a wink, Jena stood up, shook the dust from her cloak, and stormed out of the house with the steel staff thumping the floor with each step. "I hope you enjoy sleeping on the floor tonight~."