1 Lifetime [C-rank] Sun Feb 28, 2016 4:22 pm
Asuna Kuroka
D-rank
Mission name: Lifetime
Mission rank: C-Rank [Repeatable]
Objective: Find a shinobi with the same rank and spar.
Location: Sunagakure
Reward: 120 Ryo (loser) or 160 Ryo (winner)
Mission description: Sunagakure has lived isolated not only from the outside world but from each other as well. This mission is more of a nation wide game where any shinobi can participate but it is mostly focused on shinobis of the genin and chūnin rank. By sparring with your colleagues you just might make a new friend.
Mission details: Sparring with a fellow shinobi will bring both parties closer together. So long as you give your all and best, you will get a reward for participating. This mission is for within the Sunagakure borders only, and you cannot go to another village to complete this.
Asuna was not one who favoured fights or hurting people. Sure, it was almost necessary as a ninja that she would have to inflict pain upon others to get what she wanted. It was almost textbook in the ninja world that the more pain you could inflict to your opponents, the more you could increase your standing in the ninja world, since the tried and true concept that ninja understood in the pecking order was might, and if you didn’t show your might, you might as well not have it, and if you didn’t have any might, ninja didn’t fear you, they didn’t care about you, and they were more likely to ignore you.
Some people would have wanted might. Some people would have wanted acknowledgement from the stronger nations, from the stronger people, that they were indeed worthy for praise. Some people wanted to boast of their capabilities. Some people wanted to appear in the bingo books, measuring themselves with the other missing-nin or wanted ninja by comparing how much bounty was placed on their heads. Logically, the stronger you were, the more you were feared, and so the greater the incentive for capturing you alive. Hence, leading to the greater rewards placed on one’s head if they were brought in, either with or without the body.
Unlike most ninja, however, Asuna didn’t think that way. She wasn’t one who craved power or attention. She didn’t want to be known in the entire ninja world as someone famous. She wanted to remain as low key as possible. She had experienced attention, and right now, she hated it so utterly. Attention got her noticed, and when she was noticed, she knew that her father would be tracking her down. This wasn’t the loving father who wanted to find his daughter to reconcile after years of distrust; no, this was a lunatic who wanted her blood just as her mother had taken his.
He scared Asuna.
The pinkette knew she was in a better position to fight him. She might even be able to hold her own against him, given how he seemed to have lost all ability to think at a higher and more strategic level. However, she was psychologically still afraid of him, so much so that it impeded her rationality whenever she was faced with him. He was the Boogeyman that haunted her sleep at night, even when he could have been geographically miles and miles away. She was just too terrified of him. Terrified.
These were the thoughts that ran through Asuna’s head as she questioned why she had accepted this particular mission. It was a simple battle to test their strengths against each other, and in doing so bring the village shinobi, as well as those from outside of the village, closer together after a demonstration of each other’s abilities. In the long run, the village hoped that it would bring people in the Land of Wind together, more specifically shinobi, as they were the number one demographic that dueled each other for sport, and in a much more dangerous setting than one would when taking kendo or judo classes. Truly the nobles didn’t know what they were getting into whenever they tried emulating ninja for laughs, gags, and showing off.
She waited in one of the emptier training fields around Suna. This one had a small abandoned warehouse about the size of a toilet, with several old weaponry within it. She didn’t truly look through it, as being a Kuroka she already had her own weapon, tied to her soul itself, taught to her by her mother. However, she was sure that if her opponent wanted to try out any weapons, he or she would be able to practice their expertise in the department with little hindrance, though they would be hard-pressed to find any practical application for these old abandoned weapons, though.
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Mission rank: C-Rank [Repeatable]
Objective: Find a shinobi with the same rank and spar.
Location: Sunagakure
Reward: 120 Ryo (loser) or 160 Ryo (winner)
Mission description: Sunagakure has lived isolated not only from the outside world but from each other as well. This mission is more of a nation wide game where any shinobi can participate but it is mostly focused on shinobis of the genin and chūnin rank. By sparring with your colleagues you just might make a new friend.
Mission details: Sparring with a fellow shinobi will bring both parties closer together. So long as you give your all and best, you will get a reward for participating. This mission is for within the Sunagakure borders only, and you cannot go to another village to complete this.
Asuna was not one who favoured fights or hurting people. Sure, it was almost necessary as a ninja that she would have to inflict pain upon others to get what she wanted. It was almost textbook in the ninja world that the more pain you could inflict to your opponents, the more you could increase your standing in the ninja world, since the tried and true concept that ninja understood in the pecking order was might, and if you didn’t show your might, you might as well not have it, and if you didn’t have any might, ninja didn’t fear you, they didn’t care about you, and they were more likely to ignore you.
Some people would have wanted might. Some people would have wanted acknowledgement from the stronger nations, from the stronger people, that they were indeed worthy for praise. Some people wanted to boast of their capabilities. Some people wanted to appear in the bingo books, measuring themselves with the other missing-nin or wanted ninja by comparing how much bounty was placed on their heads. Logically, the stronger you were, the more you were feared, and so the greater the incentive for capturing you alive. Hence, leading to the greater rewards placed on one’s head if they were brought in, either with or without the body.
Unlike most ninja, however, Asuna didn’t think that way. She wasn’t one who craved power or attention. She didn’t want to be known in the entire ninja world as someone famous. She wanted to remain as low key as possible. She had experienced attention, and right now, she hated it so utterly. Attention got her noticed, and when she was noticed, she knew that her father would be tracking her down. This wasn’t the loving father who wanted to find his daughter to reconcile after years of distrust; no, this was a lunatic who wanted her blood just as her mother had taken his.
He scared Asuna.
The pinkette knew she was in a better position to fight him. She might even be able to hold her own against him, given how he seemed to have lost all ability to think at a higher and more strategic level. However, she was psychologically still afraid of him, so much so that it impeded her rationality whenever she was faced with him. He was the Boogeyman that haunted her sleep at night, even when he could have been geographically miles and miles away. She was just too terrified of him. Terrified.
These were the thoughts that ran through Asuna’s head as she questioned why she had accepted this particular mission. It was a simple battle to test their strengths against each other, and in doing so bring the village shinobi, as well as those from outside of the village, closer together after a demonstration of each other’s abilities. In the long run, the village hoped that it would bring people in the Land of Wind together, more specifically shinobi, as they were the number one demographic that dueled each other for sport, and in a much more dangerous setting than one would when taking kendo or judo classes. Truly the nobles didn’t know what they were getting into whenever they tried emulating ninja for laughs, gags, and showing off.
She waited in one of the emptier training fields around Suna. This one had a small abandoned warehouse about the size of a toilet, with several old weaponry within it. She didn’t truly look through it, as being a Kuroka she already had her own weapon, tied to her soul itself, taught to her by her mother. However, she was sure that if her opponent wanted to try out any weapons, he or she would be able to practice their expertise in the department with little hindrance, though they would be hard-pressed to find any practical application for these old abandoned weapons, though.
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