1 D-Rank Mission: Go! Train! Thu Jul 23, 2015 8:36 pm
Tsugumichi
D-rank
Unsettled with the task of his last mission endeavor, the young genin found himself with yet another red and green trim mission dossier between his fingers. There had to be more meaningful things to do around the village than hunt down pet lizards for awkward store owners, there just, had to be. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes, revealing deep blue irises from behind the frame of his teal monocular goggle with nervous anticipation. Pulling the lever on what he perceived to be a secret roulette of D-rank missions, unsorted and uncategorized, he simultaneously held his breath to discover his result. Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, his demeanor gradually transitioned just from reading the title, “Go! Train!”.
“Training! That’s really the mission!? They are gonna pay me to train, now were in business!” He shouted aloud as he bounced along the walkway with gleeful pep in his steps. There wasn’t very much information thereafter, only stating that he would meet his sparring partner on the west end of the Tsumi Sand Grounds, a place he was veteran of only one time prior. If it was one thing he remembered about the sand grounds it was the heat coupled with the painstaking humidity. Glancing up at the high noon sky he frowned his face with dread, realizing this mission coincidentally fell upon the hottest part of the day.
“Perhaps it wont be as relaxed as I thought…” He uttered between his ears as he raised an ebony brow in frustration. The words of that stylish genin from his last visit began to creep back into his memory, remembering his advice as he spearheaded a group departing contemporaries. His idea, along with the others, was to return later and train at night when it cooled. As he made a right hand turn towards his newly established destination, he hoped for both their sakes that this arranged sparring partner of his was reasonable and would agree to exchange blows under the moon as opposed to the sun. Besides, it would be a bit more poetic that way, right?
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WC: 350
“Training! That’s really the mission!? They are gonna pay me to train, now were in business!” He shouted aloud as he bounced along the walkway with gleeful pep in his steps. There wasn’t very much information thereafter, only stating that he would meet his sparring partner on the west end of the Tsumi Sand Grounds, a place he was veteran of only one time prior. If it was one thing he remembered about the sand grounds it was the heat coupled with the painstaking humidity. Glancing up at the high noon sky he frowned his face with dread, realizing this mission coincidentally fell upon the hottest part of the day.
“Perhaps it wont be as relaxed as I thought…” He uttered between his ears as he raised an ebony brow in frustration. The words of that stylish genin from his last visit began to creep back into his memory, remembering his advice as he spearheaded a group departing contemporaries. His idea, along with the others, was to return later and train at night when it cooled. As he made a right hand turn towards his newly established destination, he hoped for both their sakes that this arranged sparring partner of his was reasonable and would agree to exchange blows under the moon as opposed to the sun. Besides, it would be a bit more poetic that way, right?
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WC: 350