A thief has stolen a rusty old sword, how silly. He should have stole himself an actual weapon, he is going to need one. Saizo toke off with his new missions quickly, attempting to catch up to the theif who already had a considerable head start. He was informed before heading out, that his enemy was a fire style user, this was a good and bad thing. Saizo hated the heat, but his water style would be able to easily outclass any fire style jutsu thrown at him, that is why he decided to take the mission, and he hated thiefs, almost as much as pirates. They were true scumbags. The poor family who owned the sword. He was informed that it was of historical significance, probably very special to the family. It was his duty as a ninja to protect his people, physically and mentally. Saizo was jumping from tree to tree, He wasn't very familiar with the area, and he also had no idea which way the thief actually went, so this was going to be troublesome.

Saizo searched and searched for this damned bastard to no avail, he wasn't a sensory ninja after all, and he was too impatient to wait for any ideas on where he could have gone. "Well couldn't hurt to bolster my numbers" Saizo would say before performing his water clone jutsu. The clone went one way as the original went another, both jumping from tree to tree. Hopefully one of them would find the thief. Course, the forest was a huge place, it would be like trying to find a needle in a huge pile of marshmallows. Mmm, marshmallows. He could use some of those right now, never a bad time for marshmallows. So after about an hour of searching he was getting rather tired, his clone also starting to have the same feeling even though this was a clone. He started seeing a bit of smoke coming from some trees. He remembered that this man was rumored to be proficient in fire style, so this was a good lead. His clone would start heading to the are as soon as it could.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Saizo and his clone would travel around the forest in search of the thief to almost no avail. That is, till they found the smoke coming from the trees. This was his opportunity to take the thief out before he even sees it coming. It was time for the sneakiness and skill of a ninja. Too bad he wasn't a ninja. Oh wait, yes he was a ninja. Time for the action to begin then. He would sprint forward to the scene. The faster he was able to get the sword, the faster the family could recover from the incident. He hated when others were sad. It made the atmosphere just plain depressing. As a ninja it was his duty to serve the people of the village, especially in situations such as this one. When he arrived close enough he would move slower and much more careful then he had been. He didn't want the enemy to catch onto him. A sneak attack would be his best bet for something like this.

Even though a sneak attack would be most effective, maybe he could try and settle this peacefully with the scoundrel. He could actually be a nice guy as well, just a bit troubled. Short on money, just like Saizo. No, it wouldn't be his approach. This man caused harm to others. This wasn't so easily forgivable. Saizo would sneak around the to the camp where he would see the sword and the ninja sitting there. He had a fire going. Certainly where the smoke had come from. His specialty would be his downfall. The clone was still a little ways away. Saizo didn't want to wait though. He would make his move real soon, as soon as he saw an opening.