Mission Taken:

Kuro spent alot of time honing up skills. For the moment, he was without a squad, and didn't relish on the idea of having one of his own. He worked the best by himself; Kuro didn't figure himself to be leading or teaching. He'd given the majority of his earning to his parents and brothers so that he'd have a reason to start over, and that he planned on doing, straight from the bottom.

And to the bottom he went, taking on a mission to - of all things - play bodyguard to a whore. Simple, nothing dangerous, right? Kuro would arrive in the seedier areas of the village, home to half dressed broads and pimps. Kuro himself looked way out of his element, attracting strange stares as he went, but the blank look on his face made it obvious that he didn't care.

"They sent you, then?" asked the designated whore he was to escort. She was alright on the eyes, and the revealing outfit she wore left just enough to the imagination, but Kuro was never one to get all uppity over some female. Her question was answered by the usual blank stare. "Well, beggars can't be choosers, right? Come on, let's get this show on the road." She began walking, with Kuro following suit, his hands in his pants pockets. She began to conversate about menial topics like the weather and other random shinobi that he had a think for, yet Kuro didn't seem to be listening.

"You're easy to talk to, you know that?" she said as they arrived at the designated house. "Alright, this shouldn't take long, he's a 1 minute man. Be back soon!" She went inside. Kuro leaned against the wal next to the door. Commotion could be heard inside if one listened, mostly from the male. As she said, the bed sports didn't take very long and soon she was emerging from the house fixing her hair. Kuro escorted the whore back to where she'd come from, with her offering up her services to him should he ever feel the need to "get off." Kuro gave no response of course, and went about his business.