As Raishi ran out of the Complex to get to the area he was supposed to start from, he nearly sneezed off the buildings e was jumping from. There had always been something in the air that agitated his nose, which was why he hardly ever walked on the ground...but now he could really feel it in the atmosphere and it was choking him. Raishi had always had a small tolerance to dust since birth as he couldn't take it...he would start sneezing his brains out if he was not careful enough. As he landed on the spot with the already prepared set supplies, he took off his red vest, tying it round his face like an arab. It was a good thing he wasn't wearing his vest today because he was already sweating now, despite the usual cold and satisfying breeze.
He picked up the broom and realised very uncomfortable facts. First of all, the broom was too short, so he would have to hunch over to get the job done thoroughly well. Secondly, flies had been attracted to the murkiness of the streets and seemed, to be fascinated by Raishi's now sweating body. That was one thing he couldn't stand....flies prancing round him and touching him up. They were pests to Raishi...always irritating every body.

He sighed loudly on the lonely street.....why did he always bring himself in situations like these?


WORDCOUNT: 233/600

Sweep. Sweep. Sweep.

He was on auto pilot,hardly paying attention to what exactly he was even sweeping, just sweeping anyway, with his back hunched. Every now and then, he would drop the broom on the floor, and re adjust his shirt that was wrapped carefully round his face, to get some oxygen into his body, regardless of the fact the most of what he was breathing in was mostly dust and he would sneeze shortly aferwards.
His entire body was drenched in sweat, and he had already lost awareness of the armies of flies that were invading his body. He just wanted to be done with the mission so he could get the ryo. That was what all this labour was about. Ryo. Raishi never actually spent that much money now, because he was saving for later on, just in case he would need something to purchase. Emergency purposes. Most importantly, he just loved having a lot of money in his wallet.That was all that kept Raishi going, sweeping the streets of Iwagakure, like a common servant, with a cape of flies on his back. He continued, sweeping and sweeping and sweeping. Finally, he decided to turn round, taking a look at what he had done so far.
To his surprise, the streets were looking much much better, at least the sides that he had done properly. He looked ahead of him and realized that there was not much left, just a few more meters and he would be done.
He started sweeping again, this time faster....he was going to this because it was his responsibility as an Iwagakure ninja to keep every civilian safe and protected, even though it was of something as trivial as germs and what not. He was determined and he quickly finished up everything.
Now done, he turned back to look at his work. He couldn't exactly see everything because he had in fact, done ALOT. So, he climbed on top of the highest building he could sight, and then looked from up there. He had done a good job in general, but it wasn't quite done properly. If he was to do this type of job, he might as well do it PROPERLY.

The part left was not a lot so he quickly finished up with the parts he had not swept properly and he took off his shirt from his head. Surprisingly, he could actually breathe in properly this time, and it was not stuffy at all. He quickly put on his shirt, making sure to drop the broom, and headed of to the complex to collect some sweet ryo.



WORDCOUNT: 670/600