The central plaza was a sea of humanity, a dense, sweltering tapestry of silk, cotton, and sweat. The sun beat down on the festive crowd, but for Kenji, the heat only served to heighten the scents of perfume and skin.
He didn't just walk into the crowd; he dissolved into it. With the Venom Symbiote providing its passive 'Void Presence', Kenji became a ghost in the machine. To the ANBU stationed on the rooftops, he was just another shifting head in the throng. To his targets, he was an invisible hand from a darker dimension.
He activated [Future Sight]. The world didn't just slow down; it revealed its secrets. He saw an ANBU's gaze shift left three seconds before it happened. He saw a gap in the crowd open up near a group of noblewomen from the Fire Capital.
Target one was a merchant's daughter, dressed in a kimono of fine cerulean silk that looked entirely too expensive for the dusty streets of Konoha. She was fanning herself, her neck exposed, her body leaning slightly into the person next to her.
Kenji moved.
A flash of [Body Flicker] and he was behind her for a fraction of a second. His hand, bolstered by the symbiote's enhanced tactile sensitivity, slid beneath the silk of her kimono. He didn't just touch; he claimed. He cupped her right breast with a firm, proprietary squeeze, his fingers kneading the soft, warm flesh through the thin undergarments.
The girl gasped, her fan dropping to the ground. She spun around, eyes wide and scanning the crowd, but Kenji was already ten feet away, his presence wiped by the symbiote.
"Did you... did you feel that?" she whispered to her servant, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed pink as her hand moved instinctively to cover her chest.
"Feel what, My Lady?" the servant asked, confused.
Kenji smirked, the feeling of her soft, trembling warmth still lingering in his palm.
[Objective 1 Progress: 1/20]
He didn't slow down. He saw his next mark—a visiting Kunoichi from a minor village, standing tall and looking bored near a dango stall. She was wearing tight mesh armor and a short combat skirt.
Kenji used the crowd's movement as a veil. As a group of drunken tourists pushed past her, he slipped through the chaos. He didn't go for a grope this time. He wanted the sting.
SMACK.
The sound was muffled by the roar of the crowd, but the impact was undeniable. His hand connected with the center of her left buttock, the force sending a ripple through the firm, trained muscle.
The Kunoichi jumped a clear foot into the air, her hand flying to her hilt as she spun around with a snarl. "Who?! Who did that?!"
She saw nothing but a group of elderly civilians and a child—Kenji—who was currently busy "helping" an old man pick up some dropped coins.
"You've got to be kidding me," she hissed, her face burning with a mix of fury and a strange, localized heat that refused to fade.
[Objective 2 Progress: 1/10]
Kenji moved through the plaza like a predator in tall grass. The sensations were a chaotic, intoxicating blur. The silk-smooth skin of a noblewoman's thigh as he brushed past; the heavy, quivering weight of a wealthy matron's chest as he delivered a lightning-fast squeeze; the sharp, high-pitched squeaks of confusion that followed him like a wake.
He reached a group of three young women—likely daughters of a high-ranking Fire Nation official. They were huddled together, complaining about the dust.
Kenji saw his opening. He didn't even use his hands this time. Two thin, obsidian tendrils sprouted from his waist, hidden by the folds of his grey robe. They moved like snakes, sliding up the backs of two of the girls' skirts simultaneously.
The feel was exquisite. The symbiote transmitted every texture back to his nervous system—the friction of the silk, the sudden tension in their glutes as the "fingers" explored, and the humid warmth of their skin.
"AH!" both girls shrieked at the same time, jumping apart and clutching their behinds.
"Something... something just pinched me!" one cried, her eyes darting around in a panic.
"Me too! It felt like... like a hand!"
Kenji strolled past them, his hands behind his head, whistling a jaunty tune. He caught the eye of a nearby ANBU, giving the masked ninja a respectful, wide-eyed nod of a diligent Genin on duty. The ANBU nodded back, completely unaware that the "diligent student" had just finished molesting half the Daimyo's retinue.
[Objective 1 Progress: 14/20]
[Objective 2 Progress: 6/10]
The thrill of the risk was a drug, far better than any soldier pill. With every gasp and every flushed face, Kenji felt his power grow. He wasn't just a ninja; he was a phantom, an urban legend in the making.
He spotted his final high-value target of the hour. A woman in an elaborate red kimono, standing near the Daimyo's representative. She carried herself with the icy dignity of someone who had never been touched without permission.
Kenji's eyes darkened. Let's see how long that dignity lasts.
He activated [Future Sight]. He saw the representative turn to speak to a guard in two seconds. He saw the woman's fan shift, blocking the view of the person to her right.
Now.
He moved in a blur of shadow. He didn't just grope her; he pulled her flush against him for a split second in the crush of the crowd, his hand finding the swell of her hip and sliding upward to firmly grasp her breast, his thumb intentionally brushing over the nipple through the heavy silk.
The woman's breath hitched, a strangled, soundless cry escaping her throat. Her eyes went wide, locking onto Kenji's for a fraction of a second before he dissolved back into the throng. She stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs, the phantom heat of his touch feeling like a brand on her skin.
She didn't scream. She couldn't. To admit she had been touched in such a way would be a stain on her honor. She just stood there, her legs feeling suddenly weak, her gaze searching the crowd for the boy with the predatory eyes.
[Objective 1 Progress: 20/20 - COMPLETE]
"Just the spanks left," Kenji murmured, his gaze shifting to a group of fleeing street performers who were currently being chased away from the restricted area. "Time for some... motivation."
He vanished into the shadows of a nearby stall, his black suit shimmering with anticipation. The inauguration hadn't even officially started yet, and he was already having the best mission of his life.
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