An Inn

"Perhaps an inn would be suitable," you reply.

Yugao hands you a piece of paper with some names on it. "Here's a list of acceptable places."

You take the paper and give a cursory look. "Okay, as usual, good food, better bed than bunk, can do the security mysef. Got it. Very much appreciated." Most shinobis can arrange make traps and trip wires and can sleep anywhere without much complaining. Cooking anything else apart from the ubiquitous ready-to-eat meals? That requires real skills, hence many of them will prefer tasty food when choosing an accommodation. You are of no exception.

The area leader thumbs in a direction. "There's the changing area where you can bath and change into local clothing. Just check in from time to time."

You quickly baths, not only to clean your body but to get rid of any scent that can be used to identify your origin. Then you dress yourself with local clothing and take a bag full of clothing, prepared by Yugao's team for your mission.

An hour later, you're already in the town, which bustles with activity. You make your way through the crowd toward the first place in the list, no doubt the one with the best food. As you open the door, you wonder whether it also serve ramen. Mentally, you salivate at the thought.

"HEY, LADY, YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND SHOULD CONSIDER PROTECTION FOR YOUR SHOP!" a man's gruff voice echoes throughout the place.

"Hello, does this place serves ramen?" you ask an older, slightly chubby woman who is wearing an apron and a head scarf with normal clothing, denoting that she's probably the proprietress of the place.

Meanwhile, three beaten up gangsters lay **** in front of the inn.

The woman glances at the defeated thugs and then at you. "We do,"

"Okay, a bowl for starters."