"Oi! Claw! Invasion!"
"Maaa, maaa. What a pain."
Splash, clunk. "Michiko-chan, pass me the cleaver, please."
Metal-scrape. Metal-scrape. Metal-scrape. Thunk. "Michiko-chan, Kyoko-chan, please hide in the refrigeration equipment outside the chiller. Boys, grab your sharpest knives."
The sound nin running up the Konoha street stopped when a group of men stepped out of a butchery. They were all dressed in white clothes, with long white aprons, and knive pouches around their waists with metal chains, and a long steel hanging from the end of the chain.
"I'm afraid I can't let you just run through our home like this," the lead butcher said. He had grey in his hair, a big sake gut, and arms like beer barrels from carrying heavy carcasses all day. While his knives were in his pouch, he had a heavy cleaver with a ten centimeter wide blade.
"Die, you stupid civilian!"
When the cleanup crew came to Claw and Fang Butchers (Est. Founding), it was to find a pile of dead soundnin in the chiller, with two pretty girls bandaging the men in the butchery.
"How did you beat them?" Izumo asked.
"Power brought to a point," the headman replied. "I slit throats all day, and my boys bone, joint, and flay them. Most mammals are similar, just with different proportions. The relatively shallow chest took a few moments to get used to, though. Maaa."
"Do you need help at all?" Kotetsu asked timidly.
"You can send some genin around to clear the bodies out of our chiller," Michiko said, looking up from where she was bandaging Dai-kun's arm. "And to take the meat in the butchery to the dump, too."
"Why?" Izumo said, looking around. "Most of it is still clean."
"It has been lying around for too long," the headman rumbled. "Health regulations require it be dumped after marking with green dye."
"I never thought I'd say this," one ninja said, "but you fullas are bad-ass."