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Post by Hoozuki Izūgetsu on Jun 22, 2013 15:32:28 GMT -5
An assignment. For a short while he was in a dry spell of receiving or taking requests, mainly due to his own individual rank and the tediousness of the written requests. Not to mention, he was not picked for a mission by the high-ups it seems, but this was not one of those times. Whatever it may be, low on shinobi or fits the request, he was more than happy to take this request and gain the RYO necessary to buy equipment - much needed equipment.
Assist an old widow near the outskirts of Kirigakure chop up woods to prepare for cold weather - that was his mission. His light-blue colored Katana was perfect for the task, precision and power, way better than an axe which would leave uneven marks on the wood, not to mention, possess greater weight and strain when using. He was absolutely perfect for this mission. "Should be a breeze." He remarked to himself simply to confirm to his consciousness that this would indeed be a breeze of a mission.
His steps held a casual smoothness to it as the wooden and brick house with a very old fashion decor to it popped into view; obviously that of the old widow. It had a very retro feel to it compared to the houses in Kirigakure. It could easily be told this was built from a single-man's hardship - most likely her husband - in an attempt to house that he love. As Izu got closer and closer, he could smell the smell of a fresh apple pie, and the signal of the chimney smoke from oven fire gave all the more confirmation that what he smelt was indeed freshly baked pie. "HELLO! Anyone here?!" Izu called out from the front-door.
It creaked open slowly, almost ominously, that frightened Izu a tad bit, but not enough for it to show on his face. A small voice emitted from the crack, "Hello?"
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Post by Hoozuki Izūgetsu on Jun 22, 2013 18:59:37 GMT -5
Her cheeky voice caught Izugetsu by surprise, despite being a trained shinobi, but when a atmosphere becomes slightly eerie - anything can happen. "Is anyone there?" Her tiny voice spoke out again, bringing Izu into full attention, "Yes ma'am. I've come to chop up your wood, ma'am." His attempt to speak clearly and directly to the woman was prevalent in not only his tone but straight posture - a sign of respect. Silence fall shortly after, turning the situation completely awkward. "H-How do i know you're not some robbers trying to take advantage of an old woman?" This caught Izu off-guard as his brow became raised; how was he supposed to the widow that he was indeed here for a mission? Also, why should he?!
The situation had become complicated. He was supposed to prove that he was sent here to perform a mission she requested despite him clearly identifying the reason he came here from the beginning? Seems kind of...wait! He had it. Looking inside his pocket, he rummaged around, taking out a clean Hitai-ate, and putting it in the narrow opening of the door, "Here ma'am, my official emblem of being a shinobi of Kirigakure here to serve the citizens in whatever way i can." His voice - polite and official. Another silence befall the situation, small heaps of humming could be heard from inside the narrow opened-door. "Aight young man, you sound nice, and this is somewhat proof." The door opened slowly letting the hot fresh smell of pie course through his nostrils - sweet. He could tell that work was definitely ahead of him. Oh, how interesting this should become. He took steps into the house through the opening.
"WAIT!" He voice shouted in an eerie screech - similar to that of an old witch, "Did i say you can come in?" Izu stopped, thinking about the words the woman said while being surprised by the sudden rejection of entrance. She did not. "That's right. The wood's to the back of the house, chop it up and be on your way young man." He could still feel the distrust in her voice, but she was an old woman, and thus, he would listen to her request and perform the mission. The back she says?
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Post by Hoozuki Izūgetsu on Jun 22, 2013 20:21:11 GMT -5
His trek to the back felt longer than it should've, perhaps it was due to the marked stones that seems to be specifically placed there to be stepped on, yet are too far apart so he has to jump. Why he didn't just walk on the grass? No idea. It had not mattered though, at least the mission was nearly over, just a few chopped woods left and he can be on his way - or so he believed. Upon turning the corner, a huge stack of logs ranging from the 100's that look incredibly heavy laid before him. This will definitely be longer than expected, but...why did she need this many logs? Did she use fire wood for everything? How the hell did she collect all these wood? All these questions will forever go unanswered, and he knew it. Welp, no point in complaining in-front of a job, what needs to be done needs to be done.
Taking off his shirt, he grabbed his blade and unsheathed it from its light blue sheathe, letting the blade glistening in the dim light...not much though. "LETS DO THIS!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs ready to chop up some wood like a boss, "Ah!" The old lady yelped in shock, "YOUNG MAN! DON'T SHOUT LIKE AN WILD ANIMAL! You could give me a heart attack. Sheesh, young people these days...all spirit no control." He silently stood in shame for a second, unable to apologize witht he widow's insistent continuation of insults of the younger generation.
1. 2. 3. "Doesn't seem that hard." 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. "Still haven't broken a sweat." 12. 13. 15. 17. 19. 21. "Why does she have so many?" 23. 27. 31. 35. 39. 43. "Crap...shit...this is really tiring, but i can't just quit." 46. 50. 54. 59. 64. "Holy shit, here's no end to this! NONE!" 70. 78. 86. 95. "My arms don't want to move...but only a few more left." 96. 97. 98. 99. "Done! I wonder how many that was?"
He had finished, his body dripping in sweat from the many single slashes of precision to each log - a more tiring job than one would expect. However, he felt like he accomplished something, and when you accomplish things for old people...don't they usually give you a gift??!?!? Maybe that sweet smelling pie, definitely. He took a walk back to the front, knocked a bit and yelled, "I'm done with the logs."
"Good! Now leave." She said with a bitter tongue. Sheesh, for all the work he did, no lemonade or apple pie afterwards? He felt like he got cheated. Whatever.
Grabbing his katana, and sheathed it, placed his shirt back on, and begin to walk away; he didn't even want to look back to the old woman, well...just a little, that smell of apple pie still overtook his senses. Mission accomplished.
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