Grogu Oushi -ready to be checked-

Focus. Using his gloves, Fang sliced yet another log in his obstacle course designed as a warm up. Breath. Using the metal nails of both of his hand gloves, he ripped open another log. For crying out loud! Keep your tongue in your mouth, man! Fang fought his animalistic urge to pant while using a woo shoo style kick to jump over a log, followed by a kneeling reverse punch to send a log flying across the course with the spine marks of the glove in it.

Fang Ookami rose slowly, breathing in deeply, taking in the world in a single breath. He did this again, keeping his eyes closed. And again. At the end of the third breath, he opened his eyes, a fierceness in them. He was ready for whatever may be waiting in the wilderness. He had his explosive kunai and his clan's gloves. His loin cloth was brand new and blended well with his fur. Fang was well groomed and clean. His razor sharp teeth were cleaned and ready to be bloodied. Physically, he was at top peek. Mentally, he couldn't be more prepared. This was his moment. This was his time to shine.

He looked up at the sky. Konoha was clear and sunny, but it was a different story near the Waterfall Village. It looked as if it were about to rain. If the targets were still in that area, then his lightning ninjutsu would have more of an effect on them, for they would be wet. Fang snarled at the thought of the outlaws. Anger boiled inside of him. They were messing with HIS country. Nobody did that and got away with it. A howl erupted from his snout. He ended the howl and was filled with a wild, rampant sense. He bolted over the fence and headed for the direction of his destination.

He ran down the streets of Konoha on all fours, tail up, ears and eyes scanning the area. He dodged people left and right, using his agility and speed to his advantage to move through the crowed. A group of tourists blocked his path at one point, so instead of plowing into them, he ran up the side of a building and began to leap from roof to roof.

During a leap to a building over an alleyway, Fang's sharp eyes and ears caught a horrible scene. A group of five or six males were cornering a young lady. The one in front appeared to have a knife in his hand, slowly approaching the woman. The woman was terrified, obviously, of what was about to be her fate. Fang halted in his tracks as he hit, reversed direction, and aimed his body at the leader.

He hit his mark. He landed on the leader's back, causing him to collapse to the ground. Quickly, Fang stood up, bringing the leader up with him. The metal tips of his glove were on the man's neck. Blood drops hit the ground as the evil man gasped like a fish for air. Fang took command in his own voice. "Leave. Turn yourselves in or I will find you."

The men scattered like cockroaches. He released the death grip on the man and pushed him into a running start. He crashed into civilians as he ran for his life. Fang looked down and picked up the switchblade the man had left. He folded and pocketed it. Before leaving, he looked at the woman who stared at him, mouth wide open, and said, "Have a nice day mam."

He traveled the rest of the way by roof, keeping an even better eye on his surroundings than before, just in case he was needed again. He wouldn't be. When he saw the destination and three shinobi at his destination, he knew what to do. He could walk up there on appearance alone and most likely still get stared at, but he couldn't resist doing what he was about to do. Of course, any shinobi could do it and it was no special thing, but it was a big enough entrance for him. He launched himself into the air, performed a front flip, and landed behind the group silently. He looked back at the group and simply said, "Let's go. We can get to know each other on the road." He began walking toward the gates. He wanted to get this mission through with fast.