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The sound of a hammer colliding with the miniature nails on the tower which was currently pending construction to be complete echoed through the neighborhood. Several bottles of water were positioned near the workers as sweat poured down their entire face. Below the building of the interesting tower, a small door opened into a library that was covered in fallen books with a old lady attempting to gather them together and reorganize them. "Need help," whispered a youthful boy with a huge set of glasses attached to his face and luscious locks miraculously longer than most of the other academy student around the village. Reaching into his small vest pocket, he opened a small envelope entrusted to be delivered by the leader of Kumogakure.

It stated that the boy was required to volunteer his services to the librarian of the serene place. The eyes of the youth navigated away from the books as a beautiful women swept through the hallway, slowly strolling pass him. Intimidated by her enormous cleavage, his shyness corroded his mind and controlled him which forced the overwhelmed boy to continue to be quiet as ghost. The urge to speak frustrated him. But, his mind couldn't muster up a reasonable punchline to win over her heart. Relocating his attenion towards the libarian, Aoi was near the brink of forgetting the books and leaving them there. Her assigned worker had been distracted by a bonus of life. "So, Are you going to stand there or aid me?" questioned the women with a puzzled expression plastered across her face.

Takumi giggled at the elder, attempting to compress his volume to a minium. "I am serious. There is alot of work to be finished in here. After grabbing these books, acquire one of the wash cloths from nearby and wipe each chair down until their sanitary once again," insisted the women. She applied a small amount of pressure to her back to ease the strain which continued to irriate her. It must've had been from her recent surgery procedures by the doctor to recover her body from the spinal fluid lingering in her back. Takumi wasted no time as he raced towards the libarian, and collected several of the books into his hands with them neatly stacked ontop of each other.

Identifying the correct placement of the textbooks required for the boy to scan through the small sticker attached to the side of the hardback cover. On this sticker, the book was given a genre. Finding the approiate place for them wasn't difficult. It was the hassle of having to walk back and forth from the crowded libary. Today was a day that the academy used the knowledgeful place to teach their kids through the use of information on paper, and countless studying. Time flew faster than a v12 engine inside of a car. With his mind preoccupied on helping the lady, Takumi never became in a state of boredome. It was fun to aid the old women, Aoi. She was friendly, and offered a load of snacks to him while on the job which was one of his main favorite luxuries of the job.

A small amount of water dripped onto the floor as he finished his last amount of work inside of the libary. His hands moved in a circular motion around the chairs, soaking the wooden material in a combination of disinfectant and other chemicals which gave the bucket a wonderful scent. Aoi's eyebrows elevated into the air as she noticed a trait of the boy. He was a man of few words. Silence was his type of taste. "For someone who never asks questions, you inherited the skill of a janitor on this job very good. Keep it up kid. But, most of your work is complete. You are free to roam around the building," Takumi released the wash cloth from his hand, securely dropping it into the blue bucket as he nodded at the women. Mission complete. Performing a task for shinobi had gave him bubble guts becaucse most of the samurai around the village were old, in poverty or had been decapitated from attempting to join in on a job which was fit for a ninjutsu-user. But, the boy promised to everyone of his family that he would prove every single one of them wrong. Soon enough.