At Your Service! [Mission]

[Kirihara Izumi]

There were times when she had wished her father wasn’t a shinobi. She pictured him, in her imaginations, as a successful and important businessman or something prestigious in a citizen’s point of view. Then they wouldn’t have to worry about money or sell of any of her mother’s prized furnitures. Just last week (or the week before last) they had to exchange her mom’s treasure vase as a down payment for their new apartment. Yeah, they didn’t live in their large two story house anymore. It was, had been, and continue to feel empty without the presence of her mother.

Izumi remembered how miserable her father had been at her death. He wouldn’t come home right after missions like he had done in the past. Being in the house had been painful for him and his pain had affected her. It was when they couldn’t afford to pay their bills or the house that she had suggested to move someplace smaller and cheaper. Despite her father being a special jounin and had a fair amount of money to live somewhat peacefully, they were usually spent to buy new weapons, clothes, and other things. Things had added up and his check could not cover it all.

Thus they had moved and settled into a small two bedroom apartment, which alleviated much of their financial worries. Now, they could wake up without anything hanging above their heads; her pay as a genin helped as well. But as a teenage girl, Izumi wanted things of her own as well. She didn’t want to rely on her father all the time to give her money whenever she asked. And so she had gone off and asked for a mission. From the grapevine, she had heard that many of the restaurant owners were putting in requests for genin (or anyone really) to help man their restaurants and stalls.

The young girl was quick on her feet and managed to snag a job when there was a crowd of other like-minded genin pushing to get one of the mission details. Once she was a good ways away from the mission center, Izumi unrolled the scroll and sighed. It was another job in which she had to serve food. The last time she had done that was at the school festival that her father made her accept. Well, hopefully this one would be a better turnout.