Daiko & Ashur Save Some Drunks [Private|Mission]

Ashur watched as the man went back inside, and sighed. He really hated people who existed. He became very negative as he thought that the magician was done doing magic. Ashur flew around slowly, and didn't really have a care for the world at all. He just wanted to fly around all day, and watched more smoke magic from this magician. He then thought about what Daiko was going to do after the mission. He then watched as the guy with the needle in his arm began to go at an all out sprint towards the end of the roof frantically. Ashur let out a long sigh and almost ignored this man completely. He flew down to the ground, and was able to catch the man before he hit the ground. He then flew back up towards the roof of the building with the man in his arms, and pressed the plunger on the needle when he had hoped Daiko wasn't looking. He then threw the needle onto the roof, and flew the man back to the entrance. Ashur turned around to see Daiko and felt a sour taste in his mouth for the guy he let fall a bit. He decided it would be best to make conversation to spruce up his mood.
"Hey, You don't happen to know a creepy man named Taco do you?"
Ashur stared over wondering if this man was important in anyway. Would he ever see this man? The chills went up his spine as he felt the wind against his back. He became worried that the man would come out here! He felt as if that man has bathed in blood before, and even might have been stealing limbs from others! Then he thought about actually making friends with Daiko, because he wanted to get team together!
"Hey, Daiko, do you want to kick ass and do odd things together?"

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(I am going to finish this mission, due to a large amount of inactivity on Daiko's part.)

Ashur heard no response from Daiko, and decided enough was enough. He was ditching this, because he hated to wait. Ashur flew gathered his things, and nailed in wooden planks on the door.
"Great now no more drunks will escape. I will turn in the mission, Daiko."
Ashur would make sure Brandon was back into his poke ball, then fly down to the ground.
"I will take that as a no for the friend thing, see you later."
Ashur felt crushed to be ignored. He couldn't believe this smoke magician was just like the other Genin who would push him around all day. He felt infuriated to remember the people who would wish nothing more then his death. He hated every single one of these stupid Genin! He felt his blood boil to see even the ones he thought he could get close to would turn him away. What was he to them? Do they dare question the strength of him compared to the other Genin? He was fifty times stronger then he was when he sent that one guy to the hospital, he will have to show them who really is weak here. He is going to slam their faces into the next month if they dared to say a word about him! He felt his arm shake with a bitter anger in his heart. He was unable to think of anything more then tearing apart the people who did him wrong. He hated all of them, and wished to shove his sword into them with full force. He needed strength that would be legendary, he needed a title to keep, but which one? He swallowed his anger, and began to choke on his spit. He couldn't believe the world was this cruel. He landed on the ground, and was really mad until the heavens themselves intervened. A single glove floated down from the sky, and landed right in front of him. Ashur looked at the strange markings on it, and knew this had to be something worth wild. He took a few glances around then put the glove on for himself. He felt empowered by the glove on his right hand, and felt as if it had been custom made for his hand. He smiled while wiggling his fingers, thus causing the fabric to move and conform to his very movements. He looked around for others, but saw the street was empty. He then walked home with his glove in hand, and smiled.

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+Summoning Gloves Gained. (1 Glove)