'Give these papers out to everyone' she said.. 'It'll be fun!' She said... What a load of shit...

Rumi thought to himself as he stood in  the hidden Jungle Village, Kusamuragakure, his left hand filled with fliers for some ladies business, while his right hand was handing them off to anyone that bothered or didn't. Of course, Rumi was assigned this meager task of boredom, yet he wished he had something else to do, anything, besides handing out fliers to people that didn't want them. His face looked eager and ready, as if he wanted to help the people around him in any way he can, yet on the inside he was rotting away.

Usually, people would politely take the flier if Rumi shoved it into their faces, and then discard it somewhere less noticeable than the trash or ground a few minutes later. Rumi was good at shoving things in peoples faces, as some people already knew. His eyes twitched as the thick stack of fliers slowly began to shrink. Almost done... Praise the lord.. Rumi looked around, his head above the crowds of people, and his eyes rested on some pissed off looking lady. He blindly continued to shove the fliers in people, as some cursed as his palm aimlessly hit their chest or stomach, but otherwise, Rumi seemed to be doing a fairly good job.  It was just that one lady that was far back in the distance, that just seemed like she was charging at him... Like Rumi should just get out of the way, maybe steer clear of her?

Nah, don't do that, it'll be fun.




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As the woman got closer, her face seemed to get more and more tightened, more and more pissed off. Rumi would repeatedly turn his head away, his head turning to curious passerby's, as he would gladly explain to the civilian what exactly the merchant was selling, when they would be open, things like that, but his eyes kept flickering to the direction of the lady, and she just kept getting closer and closer. Rumi shuffled through his fliers, continuing his grueling job of passing them out, every second the lady getting closer.

The lady looked around middle aged, her eyes squinted and her hair lined with streaks of gray. She also wasn't the skinniest person in the village, that was for sure. She wore a simple top, that seemed a bit too big for her, the colors closely resembling barf in any way possible. Rumi gulped a bit nervously as the lady finally reached the Chūnin. Never, in all his training, all his years of learning, of fighting, was he even remotely prepared for what was about to happen.

The lady took one look at Rumi with her beady black eyes, they flickered to the papers in his hand, and in one heavy movement, her fist crashed through the papers, sending them to the ground. Rumi jumped back, his hands close to his hips, where his kunai/shuriken were readily available.

"What the hell is this?!"





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Rumi looked at the infuriated lady, his face a bit unnerved, a bit frightened. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't lash out at the civilian, that would set a bad rep for the shinobi in the village. But he also couldn't just lay down and let her step all over him. That would make him appear weak, and not cut out for his position as a Chūnin. So, Rumi chose to go the calm, trying to help figure.

"This is a marketing system, Ma'am, don't you see? Merchants use this to bring in customers." Rumi spoke these words through gritted teeth. This lady glared at him, her breath hot and heavy as it pierced the Chūnins nose, sucking into his glands, and forcing him to smell the rancid odor. From that alone, Rumi took another small step back, and the lady went ahead and took another, much larger step forward, where they were almost nose to nose.

"I don't care what this is! This is absolute shit! Deals like this do not just happen!

She seemed infuriated, to say the least. He hot breath slammed into Rumi like a wave of death and crying orphans.

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