Name: SPD (Shippuu Police Department)
Difficulty: C
Location: Shippuugakure
Reward: 15,000 Ryo
Experience: 50 Experience
Objective: Patrol The Streets
Description: Make sure nothing big happens on the streets. Keep an eye out for mischief and law breakers and on the chance you do see something, apprehend the culprits as quick as possible. If not, you fail. Do not pass go. Do not collect 15,000 ryo. No Slackers.

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Koten Tekishijin knew it! He was a dang Shippuu Police! Ah… he had not liked the feeling that put in his gut and in his heart. For some reason, he had always felt funny about the law. “Don’t do this, don’t do that,” he mimicked the thought of rules and regulations which just simply outlined what you could and couldn’t do in your life, or rather, wasn’t supposed to do in the Hidden Village. It was very annoying. He had thought that there was supposed to be a measure of freedom, and that you could do whatever you pleased so long as you weren’t hurting anybody or taking anything from anyone. Of course it wasn’t okay to like… rape, pillage or steal. That was just out of the question.

Tekishijin had just turned the corner, moving from the Umikage Tower where he had to go to gather his police department uniform for the day, into the outskirts of the Ao Phalanx Harbor. The outskirts were the houses and shops deeper within the village. The main center of the Harbor was closer to the shore of the island, where the docks and ports were at. There were always people coming and going, constantly. As he squirmed into his tightly fitted police jacket, which was fashionably a deep navy blue with silver buttons and gray highlights.

“Hey, stop! You didn’t pay for that!” A scream came from the distance up ahead, and since it was still early morning there weren’t as many people on the streets. The shops were just opening, so it was mostly the bandits, scoundrels or what have you, and the store owners. A boy could be seen breaking out into a sprint up the street with a couple loaves of bread. {Doesn’t that guy know you have to be delicate with the bread?} he asked himself before taking a heavy sigh and putting on the burners.

It wasn’t going to be an easy catch, this little rascal was breaking left, turning into alley upon alley way which were dwindling down and down in size until they would eventually become difficult for a single person to get through walking regularly. Often times down near the harbor you could cut across from the main streets using these smaller side streets, but some of the side streets you couldn’t walk down with your shoulders square. Tekishijin didn’t want it to get to that point, because he would be extremely displeased with the universe and how it had put him in this situation if that was the case. The short, jet black haired individual was very agile, jumping over crates that were in the thief's way, rolling under stuff that were being carried from location to location by the dock hands. With just as much if not more agility than the runner, Tekishijin had to keep up and perform as many if not more acrobatic stunts just to do so.

They were making their way deeper and deeper into the harbor and the crooked walls of the buildings were beginning to squeeze their grip on the roads much tighter. This made it more difficult to avoid the people and gave a smaller margin of error when overcoming obstacles. The alleyway eventually opened back up into the harbor, and the thief, after pausing to look both left and right in attempts to find the best route of escape, took off towards the right. Going to the right would take him back into the harbor rather than going left which would pin him up against the docks. From there it would be nowhere for the thief to go because the water would stop him or her.

Tekishi slid to a halt in the same position the thief came to a pause. Looking left and then right, he spotted the person still running forward with the loaf of bread between his or her arms, and his or her shoulders lowered ready to bowl over anybody who came in the way or tried to stop his or her escape. [fudge… I have to do something fast, otherwise this guy will get away,] he thought to himself as he broke back into a full sprint.

“Someone stop that thief! He has something that doesn’t belong to him!” shouted out Tekishi between breathes. Those who heard his words let out a gasp as though it was an uncommon problem. There had been a myriad of thieves running through the harbor lately and there were very few who were actually being chased. Most of them were aided by the crowd by slowing down their pursuer but this time, that had not been the case. Tekishi was thankful for that.

Tekishi lost sight of the thief, and came to a halt, crouched down and looked through the legs of all the pedestrians, hoping that he would see the person lying on the ground somewhere up ahead. He did not. He looked into the nearest alley’s and did not find the person there either. “fudge,” he mumbled to himself, under his breath. [I think he got away from you,] mocked the Nibi no Kani. {No shit sherlock,} he responded to the second consciousness with a frustrated tone of voice. “I’m going to have to write up a report about this now,” he spoke to the Nibi no Kani out loud, turning himself and walking back to the post he was assigned to today. This failure would bother him for quite some time. The thief that escaped him would plague his thoughts until he was caught and brought to justice. Not for any particular reason other than he had taken something from a hard working individual who needed it to profit and have money to feed his own family. That is what had angered him the most; the fact that the thief had taken and not thought about how it could or would impact the family that he had taken from.

When he returned to his post he had taken out the incident report booklet and began writing it up. He went and spoke to the stall owner and got all of his information. He paid for the loaves of bread himself out of his own ryo and had apologized that he was unable to catch the thief. The stall owner gladly had taken the money for the bread, and told Tekishijin not to take it so hard, and that the person who took the bread must’ve needed it for their own survival. Although something wrong had been done, everything seemed to have worked out for the better. This was the life of a shinobi.

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