Mission:

It was a warm, cozy day in the city of Iwagakure and like all other days the sun was high in the sky, with its ray spanned out as far as the eye could see. The streets were also filled with people, different individuals running up and down, people buying and others selling.

Takashi the hazel haired Shinobi adorned in brown knee-length pants, a milk and green multi patterned shirt and a purple scarf loosely hanged over his neck. Calmly watched and observed family and loved ones shout and play along the road. This sight was both fun and sad for the Shinobi who had lost his real family. He could remember what it felt like running down the streets with little to know worries on matters of the world but that was now behind him, at least for the day.

Takashi’s focus had been directed to a more pressing issue for the day (the Iwa clinic). A scroll branded with the symbol and color of the village, firmly held at the Shinobi’s right hand, would appear to be no normal scroll. This scroll had within it direction, maps and a mission which the young Genin had decided to accomplish. He had gotten this scroll from his recent visit to the mission board, and with a single glance trough the mission he came to realize that the Iwagakure hospital was in a state of crises, and was overturned by sick families incapable of feeding themselves. This to Takashi was one mission he couldn’t have neglected even if he had wanted to, as his love for his village and his duty as a Genin wouldn’t give him such liberty.

He would pick up his pace while he tucks in the scroll into his pocket. Once done he would then race down the streets. His purple bright eye would be filled with energy and purpose and his demeanor coated with determination. Knowing fully well where his destination lies, the young Shinobi would divert his attention on what to do once he got there.

After a few minutes of street racing, roof jumping and wall walking. Takashi would finally see the Hospital from a distance 20meters away.  He would see people stream in and out of the clinic with some crying and others happy. However with every step forward he would feel a little bit uncomfortable. The place would be as busy as ever with doctors running up and down and patients all lined out in an orderly fashion. The environment unlike the warm cheerful streets of Iwagakure would be full of suffering and despair. Takashi would walk round the public wards for a while and would be carried away to see one patient after another looking all pale and thing down to the bones. His focus would be drawn back by a maiden his size wearing a medic outfit with her brown hair well packed into a nurse’s hat.

“Hello, can I help you?” The figure would question. A puzzled expression would be seen on her face as she silently wonders what and why a healthy Shinobi would be wondering round the wards. “Are you looking for someone, maybe I could help you out?”

“Hello I am Takashi. I am actually here to help. I only came to find out how many patience where in need of food supplies” . Takashi would reply with this almost immediately but with his words a bit scrambled as the appearance of the nurse would take him by surprise.

The nurse would smile at Takashi’s statement before replying him, in a calm warm tone. “I see, we have a lot of patience over here and the number is still unknown, but we would appreciate any amount of supply you can bring over to us”.

Okay, I will be on my way then, will be back as soon as possible . With that said the young Shinobi would calmly exit the hospital building before pulling out his mission scroll. The location of where to collect most of the required supplies would be boldly listed in the map. Takashi would also conduct a quick scan to find out the closest depot before tucking the scroll right back into his bag. He would immediately head into the village in search of the depots and locations where donated food supplies meant for the benefit of the clinic where stored.
After a 10 km search the young Shinobi would stumble upon the relief area and just like required he would dig into the supplies which he would only gain access to because of his mission scroll. Takashi would pick mostly nutritional meals and also a few sweet ones, he would then put them all into a box which would be moderate enough for him to carry. Without wasting any more time, the Shinobi would quickly lift and carry this box to the hospital where he would drop them off with the nurse. He would attempt this three more times, which would attract the attention of some bullies whom were once his classmates at the academy. They would watch him walk a particular route back and forth with heavy loads of food and would wonder what he was up to. On his last and 5th attempt, the group of school bullies made up off only 3 boys would make up their mind to intercept and collect the supplies for their own personal use. They would immediately block off Takashi’s path once he got to a narrow path and even though they couldn’t make it to Genin they would still appear more energetic and muscular than Takashi who had warned himself down by this point.

Drop the box” would be the first request they would make to Takashi who would glare at the boys with cold threatening eyes. “Drop the box Takashi” the second boy would scold while picking up a stick to show how serious he was. Takashi would quickly consider his options and immediately concede. He would obey them and drop the box granting them their first victory, but this would only be short lived as 8 Takashi clones would immediately take form after a quick hand seal from the Shinobi. The bullies would be taken aback by this and would barely stand their ground as the increase in number would put them on a very bad spot. Takashi would then verbally command the clones with a high tone to attack the bullies making sure to beat each of them into pulp and to also break a few bones in the process. Even though this was only a bluff, the clone’s reaction to this command would cause even the bravest of the three to run for love of dear life. Takashi would manage a giggle before dispersing the clones immediately afterwards. He would then carry on with his duty, by lifting up the box and heading straight back to the hospital.

On reaching the Iwagakure hospital, a few of the now feed kids would run towards Takashi in other to welcome and help him carry his box into the hospital. A few of them would now have smiles over their face while others express their gratitude by thanking him. Takashi would spend a few more minutes with them feeding and helping out those he can before heading back to the headquarters. He would look up at the setting sun with a bit of regret for not being able to go to his regular training section, but his joy on completing his would completely outshine this recourse causing a smile to span across his face as he approaches the headquarters to turn in his report.

WC[1281]


Total WC: 1281
Mission WC: 600/600 {Require D- Rank jutsu}
Leftover WC: 681

Training:
SPD: E2 -> E3 =225
REA:  E2 -> E3 =225
STR:  E0 -> E1 =75
END:  E1 -> E2 =150

Total Training WC: [675/675]
Remaining WC: 6