Coming from:
https://animebase.me/threads/mianmen-028.755845/page-2#post-22074849
This post encompasses a C-rank mission containing the following storyboard elements:
• (custom) Rob a defenseless person (2)
“So let me get this straight, yeah?” Hawke said bitingly, the undivided attention of his cruel eyes aimed at the tradesman in front of him. “In your
opinion this is all just our problem, right?” He took a coin from the reward given to him by the merchant and rolled it between his knuckles. “That just don’t seem right to us, does it lads?”
“No wayss, boss!” Snivels blubbered excitedly with the two other accompanying Brothers backing him up.
“’No way’ is about right,” Hawke agreed with a nod, his expression harder than flint. “’Cause the man on your poster doesn’t look anything like Adichu Uchiha at all, does it lads?”
“It don’t looks like him at all!” Lout aped with an aggressive shake of his head that scattered a rain of spittle across the trader’s fine mahogany desk.
For his part, the trader was adjusting his little bowtie as if it were a noose around his neck. Small, thin and awkward the man looked more out of his element than a fish in the desert. He was sweating bullets and stammering, clearly not used to being intimidated in this way. All in all he was a bully’s wet dream.
“M-mr. Hawke,” the man visibly swallowed and tried to regain his composure by sitting up straight in his plushy, oversized chair. “T-this was a fixed listing, s-so there is simply no room in the contract for…” he swallowed again, nervousness radiating off of him in waves. “e-exemplary performance incentives?”
“Is yous askin or what?” Lout bellowed coarsely, slamming his palm against the tabletop and nearly startling the tradesman out of his seat in the process.
“I-I’m sorry!” the merchant wailed, sweat pouring from every pore in his face. “Am I asking what!?”
“WHAT!?”
Hawke didn’t intervene as Lout bodily climbed over the table and started strangling the trader, shaking his little head back and forth while yelling ‘what’ at him again and again. However, after about a minute he coughed meaningfully and the Lout retreated, leaving the tradesman sprawled across his desk, gasping for air.
“Y-you will never get away with this,” he threatened weakly, trying to suppress the crying in his voice. “Someone will be coming for your bounty soon.”
The mere notion was hilarious to Hawke. The poor man just had no idea who he was dealing with. The money to hire a shinobi of suitable caliber would bankrupt every single upstart bourgeois businessman in the area.
“Oh boy,” Hawke said, voice almost cooing. “Wouldn’t that be something, eh?” He snatched the man’s wrist in a vice-like grip, and barred a wolfish smile at him, pressing a boot against his throat to keep him in place. “Well when they do, you can give them this.”
And with a single violent twist he tore the trader’s middle finger off.
The man’s screams were quickly stifled by the introduction of Louts socks to his mouth: Fastened with string for safety reasons, of course, lest he lose the socks. Then the three Brothers set upon the man’s office, tearing it apart in their hunt for loot while Hawke kept an eye on him. And that he did, using the trader’s own middle finger to draw imaginary shapes on his face while the ravenous trio stole everything that was not nailed down.
“Now be sure to remember my face, yeah? I want your cute little posters showing my good side.” Hawke laughed at his own joke and gave the tradesman a kick between the ribs for good measure. Lout pissed on him before they left, which Garrett thought was rather juvenile, but he had long since resigned himself to live and let live when it came to sinning.
“Let’s get back to the boat, yeah?” Hawke said as they stepped out into the refreshing evening ocean breeze. “All work and no play’ll make a Brother dull.” They all shared a laugh at that.
- Leaving for the Kaizoku Sea