Arms Dealers

Mission:

Gekkido went to the training grounds of Kirigakure where a few students who’d stolen some weapons had taken them in hopes of giving them a test-drive through sparring. As much as he’d have enjoyed seeing the carnage that would no doubt ensue, he stuck with the scripts. He walked up to the young teens in the flatter part of a field, each holding jounin-level weapons in one hand or the other.
“Set them down and I will let you all go,” he said calmly, looking at the young man who was clearly the leader of the pack. He was met with a grin as the academy student reached for the explosive kunai in his back pocket. Before he could finish pulling it out, a snap could be heard has the boy’s arm was snapped in two. There was a cry of terror as blood began gushing out, and all of his comrades quickly dropped their weapons and attended to their friend. Gekkido had shot him with a bone bullet, having no desire for conversation or conflict beyond his initial request. The weapons were confiscated, and the mission was checked off the list. The boy would live; probably.