Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-29669163-20170720223000

The night was at its peak, and the moon covered the land in a soft shade of light. Such a night was most suited for drinking and festivities of the sorts. Not too far down the road of a small town, where lanterns were lit, and children play with little spin wheels, and firecrackers, stood a tavern. Inside the tavern sat a slouched young women, arms and elbows placed upon the table as she took a lazy sip of warm Sake, she preferred it that way when the night or weather was chilly. Upon sitting, Crimson orbs held half open, with red cheeks due to her drunken state, she could hear the bustling and chatter, yelling of men just behind her. "...Drunken idiots." She'd mutter to herself, taking another sip of her Sake, that's until she felt a large, rough hand slip down the front of her shirt, grasping hold of a single tit and giving it a squeeze, the following was the foul stench of a man's breath, strong with alcohol. The man was copping a feel, and the young woman; Yahiko, would spit out her Sake with widened eyes, and in that moment, she'd turn her head, and narrowed her eyes. Her hair would slip down past her eyes. The look she gave was cold and lurid, the man would have simply ignored her warning and continued his assault. "....You have a second to let go of me." She'd state, teeth gritting, and within a second, the man was about to say something with parted lips, that's until she grasped her hand down her own top, pulling his hand out, and upon standing she would spin, his arm still in hand, twisting so she could push his arm back and away from her. The man would look to her and snarl. Cursing her and lifted a fist to strike down across her face, however, he would fail greatly, with the simple tilt of her head, she'd move, and in that moment her right arm would shoot outwards, her fist curling into a tightly balled fist, sending a devastating blow into the man's jugular, crushing it. The man would have wheezed, and choked out as he grasped the table next to him and fumbled backwards, gasping and writhing around for air. Yahiko's gaze was far from merciful. He deserved it.

The crowd of people would pause looking in shock to her direction. The man eventually stopped, and his body went limp onto the ground, having suffocated. "...Give his family my regards. Your payment has been left on the table. Grab it. I am leaving." She hissed, and with that, she grabbed her swords that were rested at the bench beside her and grasped that cup of Sake to finish it off before holding the swords over her shoulder by the straps. And as quick as she had entered, she was just as quick to leave. This was not the first time Yahiko's hands were stained with blood. Or of sin. Her job required her to do as such on the daily. Upon leaving the tavern, ignoring the screaming and commotion behind her she'd figure she'd grab a bite to eat. 