This guy was really a lot to work with. He was the kind of guy who wanted everything done the way he wanted it to be done, when he wanted it done, and with absolutely no questions asked. The young puppeteer supposed that it made sense for the guy to want that, as he was wanting the young man to kill the guy's brother. To him, Ginjiro was just some mercenary that was going to take care of the man's dirty work. Ginjiro wasn't supposed to care about what this guy wanted, and should have only cared about completing whatever assignment was given to him. And yet, that wasn't exactly the kid of man Ginjiro was. Ginjiro wasn't some stone cold mercenary, who only did things for personal gain. Yes, the young man had a mission he wanted to complete, and yes he was going to go along with what this guy wanted—for now—but that didn't mean that he didn't care about the tasks he was completing. To Ginjiro, this was all a ruse. He wanted information, and he was willing to bet a shady character that needed to be killed might have the information he needed, but that didn't mean that he wanted to kill the man. No, the opposite was actually the case. When it came right down to it, Ginjiro was probably going to let the guy go. Unless, of course, the guy did something that really warranted judgement, the young Ayatsuri had no intention of killing his target. All he cared about was the information he got—as far as he cared, the man giving him his mission could go fuck himself.
At this point, Ginjiro had nothing more to say to the guy. The man was finished telling him what needed to happen, and so Ginjiro was done listening to him. As he left, Ginjiro's eyes followed him for a little bit. Once he was gone, the puppeteer knew that it was time for him to start making his moves. Mulling over the man's words, Ginjiro knew that he would have to play his next few cards right. There was the woman, who would tell him what he needed to know, and then there was the brother, whom he was going to let go after he got the information he wanted out of him. His goal was to now get the needed information out of this woman as quickly, and effectively, as possible. There were several tactics that came to the boy's mind: intimidation, extortion, blackmail, and of course torture. But none of those methods were quite congruent with the young man's style, nor were they going to be fast enough for the time that he had. No, the young man would have to utilize a different method in order to get the necessary information. He'd have to use a much more direct method—one that was a bit more 'in your face' to the point where resisting would be stupid. Smiling his devilish grin, the young man had to prepare a few things really fast before he paid the woman a visit.
Sneaking off to a side of the barn where he would not be disturbed, the young man brought forth one of the scrolls that he stored on a pouch he had on his left pant leg. Unfurling the parchment paper, the puppeteer opened up the scroll to the exact page that he needed. There was a seal there, detailing the sealing procedure for an item of great importance. Running his hand over the piece, Ginjiro applied the necessary chakra needed to un-seal the sealed item. A puff of silent white smoke appeared out of the scroll, and with it came a large humanoid puppet with messy, shoulder length hair. With this, the young man would be ready. He had a plan, and he knew exactly what it was he would have to do now. The only snag, so far, is that he didn't exactly know where the woman is. Whatever, though. The young man could figure it out. Sticking to the shadows, blending his physique with his surroundings, Ginjiro allowed himself to move unnoticed around the facilities. He recalled the words that his employer had told him, and thought the best place to begin his search of this woman would be in the backyard. Silently jumping up on top of their room, the puppeteer landed with such skill and grace that he could hardly have been described as human. He moved more like a shadow than anything, just as a true shinobi ought to be able to do. Sneaking himself up to the edge of the patio roof, the young man could see the woman whom he assumed to have been his target. Her hair shone red like the flaming might of the sun, her body draped in a loose fitting, and rather flattering, sun dress. She didn't seem like a shinobi, but then again the young man had been deceived before. He wasn't going to take any chances with her.
Moving his fingers in a pattern that none but a puppeteer could truly decipher, the Ayatsuri moved his puppet into place. With no noise made, the automaton moved itself down into position. Deadly as an assassin, the machine let a large blade slide out the top of its wrist. The blade was sharp, able to slice through a thick tree trunk with a single good swing. A human's neck was easy, in comparison. And now, once the puppet was in place, the young man would bring it's arm, and the blade by extension, up to the woman's neck. There was no warning, no provocation, and no words spoken. If she knew anything, she'd know why he was there. All he had to do was wait for her to spill our all the information that she knew. It wouldn't take long. The Ayatsuri boy was completely buffing—he could never kill anyone in cold blood. But the woman didn't need to know that. For all she knew, the young man was a deadly assassin. And for now, that's all she'd need to know.