Flour Bomb!

Mission:

Kotetsu was one unhappy elder. Kai knew this for he had told her so, though she could’ve figured that out by simply observing his face and paying close attention to his body language. Irritated was a much better word for the member of Kumogakure’s council now that she thought about it and she could see why after he had explained what occurred in his office whilst he was absent. The mahogany desk the elder sat behind had been an expensive gift from another member of the council on top of being one of the few made by Farren - he was an excellent furniture maker - and it was burnt beyond recognition. She attempted to sympathize with the man, imagining that one of the various doughnut shops that she frequented had been burnt to the ground, but she just couldn’t muster up pity for the desk. It was beautiful, she would admit that, but she was positive he could find one just as beautiful if not more than the mahogany one.

Once briefing had been complete, honestly she was in his office a lot longer than was necessary, she began the task of tracking down the idiotic child that thought it would be funny to set off a flour bomb in Kotetsu’s office. He, the elder, could’ve been seriously hurt and the perpetrator in serious trouble. Lucky for whoever did it, the man hadn’t been in the office though the punishment wouldn’t be light given the victim of the flour bomb. Tracking the ‘punk’ down wasn’t hard, the young boy of eleven having retreated not to far from the building. She assumed he wanted to see the result of his work, but it was a stupid idea either way. Despite being shorter, she dragged the boy to the elder’s office, though he fought. Where an older person would’ve chastised the boy, Kai merely transported him to Kotetsu’s office. She wasn’t all concerned with why he done what he had done thus telling him how stupid it was hadn’t been on the agenda, besides he would get an ear full from Kotetsu. She was concerned about her reward though and she got it the moment she deposited the boy in the office. Two hundred ryo, now that was certainly enough for a doughnut or four.