Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191116073843/@comment-44207700-20191117083508

The old man let out a quick chuckle, leaning on his staff before beginning to move out of the alleyway. If Hattori followed, he'd only stop short of the alleyway before pointing to a near store. It was a small shop with windows on every wall, extravagant clothes and accessories were on each wall. There was a large puddle of mud sitting just outside of the clean store. It could fit both of Hattori's dogs in it, and there'd still be room for more to get dirty. At the front of the store was a large sign in front with a large diamond encarved on it.

"Listen," the old man spoke quietly, "there's a pearl necklace in there on the front counter. Go in there, take it, and I can guarantee you a way inside the club."

It was simple enough, and with Hattori's sharp wit and shinobi skills there were endless ways he could accomplish the task. But would he stoop so low as to steal from a store? If this old man was telling the truth it might've been one of the only ways that Hattori could get into the club without resorting to some desperate measure.

If Hattori did decide to follow through with the plan, he'd find himself walking through a set of open doors and into the front of the store. Sitting there and painstakingly removing the dust from his jewels was the jeweler himself. His sight of vision kept the pearl necklace in his sight at all times. If Hattori wanted to get it, he'd have to somehow distract the jeweler from his work but the question is what method would Hattori take.