1 Wiles of a Late Bloomer [Mission] Wed Jun 10, 2015 3:41 pm
Taede
D-rank
- This one!:
- Mission name: Gate Duty
Mission rank: C-Rank
Objective: Keep watch of dangers trying to enter the village, and check the passes of those entering and leaving.
Location: Sunagakure no Sato
Reward: 150 ryo
Mission description: A Chuunin watching the gates of Sunagakure has called in sick, and you are asked to fill in for the day until a more qualified replacement can be found.
Mission details: You can do this mission solo or with a partner. You will check two or more identification cards of civilians and/or foreign ninja and must decide if they may enter. There may be an uncooperative civilian who will try to get in the gates if denied.
A yawn came over the gate-guard booth at Sunagakure no Sato's very border. The sliver that allowed other people outside the village, as well as those who belonged that were returning, to enter....it was barely noticeable, especially if there was a sandstorm. Even less-noticeable, perhaps: the small alcove-indentation-thing that served as a place for those on guard duty to wait. Essentially, it was the most boring job one could be assigned, as a Chuunin.
Taede, however, was practically bouncing up and down in his seat. This sort of thing was riveting to him. Normally, others would dread this sort of allotment, mission-wise. However, the Genin took pride in what he was asked to do: after all, this was something that normally Chuunin were assigned. Even as a menial task, it made Taede feel like he was contributing something, for once. It made him feel good, at any rate. That swelling in his chest.
And thus the junior-ninja sat. Sitting was his job now, another "new normal", he supposed....the first half of his shift passed without incidence or consequence. He simply sat, clearing those who had proper identification to enter. A book was his only weapon here, the listing of commerce and appointments that were registered to get through the gates. So far, this day was simply business-as-usual. Check, check, check did he inscribe in his tiny, tiny tome. No one, as of this time, had foisted themselves onto this thus-far-wonderful day that was going on. No intruders, no-one suspicious, and certainly no belligerents had come across the Genin's watchful gaze.
After all, even if he technically was not as qualified for the job, there was only one way in...and he was guarding it. Any way that someone might try to sneak it was covered, either by traps or by the look of an eye. And with the alarm right next to him, well....there was very, very little that could go wrong here.
He cast a glance over to the guard opposite him. Together, they had an essential monopoly on the visual space of the area. The older one's glance actually was returned by the Middle-ninja that was technically his junior....and he didn't know whether it was confusion or disdain that marked the uniformed one's face. Taede did suppose it was odd, after all, to not wear official flak jackets while on-duty. The sun being behind them rather than staring them in the face, he had quite a clear look at just how differently they were dressed. But he didn't believe in that sort of thing....individuality was practically all a ninja had these days. If one was to give up one's life and safety for their country...why would there be a need to give up one's sense of self?
Thus did Taede muse, in the space of an extraordinarily long yawn. He did, thankfully, manage to keep his eyes open, if only squinted, for its rather lengthy duration. And what he opened his eyes to....was simply not something he was sure he could deal with. No way.
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