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Niala
D-rank
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- Mission Taken - Divert Refugee Allocation:
Mission name: Divert Refugee Allocation.
Mission rank: C-rank.
Objective: See that a disproportionate number of refugees wind up in Kumogakure.
Location: Village camps.
Reward: 300 ryo + 2 EP
Mission Description: The Iwagakure administration would like shinobi to ensure even distribution between all villages, make sure more refugees end up at the correct camps.
Development References: What Lies Beneath Event.
Mission Details: All Iwa shinobi have been given a dossier for undertaking refugee assignment and extraction efforts, this document details which villages should be the primary focus to ensure all nations receive the same number of refugees. Unknown to all but the highest ranking Iwa ninja, every shinobi’s dossier suggests favoring refugees in Kumo. Ninja should escort refugees to the Kumogakure border camps, along the way it is likely they will be beset by rogue elements or wildlife, with at least two C-ranking threats presenting themselves.
I can’t believe how far I’ve truly come since the last time I was here.
There was something to be said about training in the desert: the heat and the sun and the general harshness of the landscape could build up the kind of endurance that couldn’t be found elsewhere. Precautions had to be taken or you risked great sickness and even death if you pushed the limits too hard. You had to learn the perfect balance between how far you could push yourself and when it was time to just give up and call it quits. Of course, training in the desert definitely reaped its rewards as any former Sunagakure shinobi would tell you: Niala included. Her training session with her uncle Daremo after her previous mission had been quite intense: it had gone on well into the night and the pair had not stopped before the morning sun had begun to make its appearance, warming that the lands that had quickly become too cold to be comfortable for any who weren’t prepared for such. The training had been tough, but she had pushed herself diligently through it, unwilling to give up, unwilling to stay down. Her determination had only been rewarded with the session becoming that much harder and harsher as her limits were pushed: how much would it take to break her? How long would she remain strong? How long before she called it quits and tapped out? She had surprised not only herself but she also believed her uncle as well: she had proved that she was stronger than she had been the last time she was here - that she had grown so much in the past few months, and become a better shinobi for it. She had proven she was no longer a little Genin who was green around the gills but rather a seasoned Chuunin well on her way to becoming a Special Jounin. Of course, that didn’t mean she hadn’t paid for the training dearly afterwards. While her uncle Daremo had been more than willing to heal her wounds there were some aches and pains that remained, and as well they should in her opinion. Nothing ventured was nothing gained, and a little pain would only serve to toughen her up. As far as the exhaustion went? Well, she had crashed almost immediately upon returning to her tent, barely making it into bed and certainly not changing into her sleep clothing.
So, it was no surprise that as she woke up her hair was a mess, her clothing was wrinkled and twisted, and what little bit of makeup she bothered with - mainly eyeliner and mascara - had somehow ended up smeared around her eyes. With an annoyed eye roll as she caught her reflection she headed over to the bowl and pitcher on her dresser, pouring some water from the pitcher into the bowl and using it to wet a rag before carefully wiping the smeared makeup off. Instead of bothering to put more on she instead worked on pulling her messy ponytail down and running a brush through her hair before fixing it up once more, twisting her long strands into a bun and securing it so that it wouldn’t be blowing in her face all day. Deciding to forgo her usual makeup entirely since she knew it was a bit past noon and she’d likely just sweat it all off, she instead focused on stripping out of her clothing and after freshening up donning new attire: a black long sleeve netted shirt and leggings which would help to protect her skin from burning, with a maroon t-shirt and shorts worn over top. Her village hita-ate was secured around her head, furthering to help hold her bangs back and out of her face in the harsh winds. Finally her weapons and scrolls containing her puppets were added to her person. No sooner had she grabbed a few grapes out of a nearby bowl she had been working on did she hear someone outside of her tent. “Come in.”, she immediately responded as soon as she had swallowed, curious as to who would want her.
“Koizumi, Niala?”, a voice spoke as a young man entered whom she had seen around before handing out assignments to others.
Nodding her head in response Niala would speak, “Aye, that’s me. What can I do for you?”, she’d ask politely.
Another mission? Busy, busy, busy! But that’s how I like to be.
“I have a mission for you..”, he would respond, holding out a scroll which Niala took automatically - it wasn’t like she was going to say no after all, right? With a nod and a word of thanks from Niala she watched as the young man turned and left her tent, clearly off to deliver more missions or whatever else he got up to when he wasn’t doing that. Glancing down at the scroll in her hand Niala popped the seal and opened it, reading quickly her latest task: she was to escort refugees to the Kumogakure border camps to ensure even distribution of refugees from the rescue efforts. “Well, that’ll give me a chance to speak to my uncle afterwards…”, Niala muttered, tucking the scroll safely away before double checking that she was armed to the teeth and had both of her puppets sealed away on her person.
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