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You Owe Me an Apogee | Takao Thu Feb 07, 2019 2:04 am
Hika
D-rank
- Merry Times:
- Mission name: Glad Tidings.
Mission rank: C-A.
Objective: Accelerate Konoha trade by giving.
Location: Marketplace.
Reward: 2/3/4 EP + give an item of equal rank to the mission. [See Details]
Mission Description: It's that semi-commercialized time of the year! Think about your Ninja Way and those of others on the Day of Vision; work with the smiths, tailors, and craftspeople of the Leaf to give something special to someone important.
Mission Details: In the giving spirit of the Rinne Festival, you're allowed to grant this mission's item reward to another player in the thread with you as a present! (That person joining the thread counts as another ninja accompanying you, letting you take this mission up to 1 rank higher than your own rank.) You can only take this mission once.
The sky knew not the workings of my mind. A clear firmament could never reflect the turbidity of my to-and-fro thoughts, fraught and rife with remorse and remembered ire. Konoha made itself the center of the world for these few moments in the course of history. The least I could do was use the best wishes of the Great Nations to snag free passage into the country for the festivities. Merriment, however, couldn’t have been my main goal. Not with this on my mind.
He’d told me that one important word, at the least. The time I did spend in public, I certainly didn’t waste. Every passing conversation was spent in an attempt to ascertain the man to which the name belonged - information to which many of the goers of the Exam events were not privy. The common denominator was only that they were visiting. Not unexpected, as the Hidden Villages were relatively tight-lipped about their own operatives. Despite shows of goodwill and camaraderie such as these, they were all military institutions of Fire, Earth, Water, Lightning and…
The Wind brought me back to the desert sun, paling to the blaze that I never thought could exist in a mind. The thought only reignited my own fervor in searching, yet I didn’t even think about questioning the locals on the subject of a specific ninja who may or may not be present.
And an event with not one, but two names I recognized came before me. Makato Nova bore no small place in my mind despite the time since our meeting. They...were to engage in a friendly bout, so it seemed to me. Residents proved more talkative on the subject of who I confirmed to be an experienced shinobi of the Leaf - my changing form, customary to my own...insecurities leaving me no sort of trouble in the like of arousing suspicion. Clandestine non-interrogations gave me no sort of answer, however. If he was to fight for show in the coming days, where would he be now? Every person I'd met with, every soul would have that odd remembrence, perhaps at home with their families, perhaps out on the town with their business or travel partners. That single word, perhaps, was I had needed in the end. The mere notion that one was being looked for might not inspire a search initially, but on the lips of so many different folks the idea begged some attention.
The red-hot pick of a question pressed into the metal of my mind. He knew what needed to be done with something so precious, else he’d have done something else with it than give it to someone outside the shinobi world. At the least, I could do this for someone I barely knew. Last words are never false, so it’s said - and the last thing I could feel from him was relief, not deceit of any sort. Far be it from me to doubt the motives of a dead man, but ninja would put their life on the line for less.
And in the late afternoon, the sun on the Hokage Monument hit my back. The reprieve from the chilly desert nights came to wit, the sun caressing my form - rarely natural, my features unadorned but unchanged from what I knew myself to be. The bustle of the place may well include him, but whether it would repel such a person was beyond me.
I had linked with him once. But utilizing that link would spell consequences far worse than the last time. Not only could I not anticipate where he was at the moment, he might be around other people. In our last encounter, we had been fending off those who attacked first, and even then he found restraint enough to spare me - I could not bear to risk harm coming to those that shared the place he called home.
Thoughts of the Waves rushed back to me. A pang of guilt surfaced as my own birthplace returned to memory. And it meshed so well with what I was trying to alleviate. Was this all for my own motives too? Am I just being selfish? The
An ebb to that tide of negativity, an attempt to rectify things if only in my own mind. The blazing eye closed over the hour I'd spent, as if a fisherman on a sunlit horizon hoping for bait to snag a catch. This village, as I leaned over the balcony, was the sea I dared to skim.
I only hoped I didn't reel in something with teeth.
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