1 Take on the Graduating Class [B-rank Mission] Sat Sep 24, 2016 11:06 am
Kashizudoto
S-rank
This was... interesting to say the least. Now that he had completed his task to deliver the Hokage's tidings as well as a latter from Lord Kenta himself to the Tsuchikage, Kashizudoto was looking for missions that a foreign shinobi could take while he was waiting for the arrival of Lord Hokage and his entourage - it was taking unusually long considering Lord Kenta's speed. Perhaps it was the genin tagging along that was slowing the group down. Speaking of genin, the mission that he ended up finding after a lot of perusing through the public mission dossier (there was also, he assumed, a private one with top secret missions in the Tsuchikage's room) entailed fighting the new graduating class from Iwa's ninja school at Iwa's underground stadium, Koudo Sutajiamu, to show them what real fighting was like. He was more than happy to take the mission, of course. What would be better for this mission than a foreign shinobi? It would really add to the authenticity of the battle, he figured. Besides, he really did want to help these students understand what fighting was like, even if they were from a different village. Why? Because he truly desired peace in the shinobi world, and true peace starts with harmony, where kids aren't off dying on missions because they didn't learn any better.
He walked into the lobby with what was his normal attire nowadays. It consisted of a black swordsman's robe - which he received from Master Piandao after his apprenticeship - accompanied with a Konoha hitae-ate tied around his forehead, a symbol of pride for his village. On his left hip was a bamboo sheath that held the Tentetsutou - a fine, onyx black blade that Kashizudoto forged directly from a four billion year old meteorite in the Dense Forest. Next to it was a coil of wire that totaled about 50 meters, helpful in stick situations, setting upo traps, and for extending the Dragon Fire Jutsu. Below both, on his left leg, was a holster containing basic projectiles: three shuriken and one kunai knife, nothing special.
"I've been sent to face the graduating class," said Kashizudoto to the stadium's receptionist, "Can you show me where to go?"
"A foreign shinobi, huh?" said the receptionist, surprised at the site of his headband, "It was always a tradition to make the graduating class fight the experienced shinobi here, but who knew that they'd bring in someone from Konoha to battle."
"DON'T YOU PULL ANY FUNNY BIZ', YA HEAR ME?" screamed an old man in the lobby who looked - frankly - like a drunk old pervert, "IF YOU MAIM THEM OR PULL ANY OTHER FOREIGN STUFF, I KEL YOU MAHSELF, YA HEAR ME!?" Surely, this senile man was a regular here, harassing the women working and spectating here alike. But what was more irritating than that was his clear nationalism. Just at the sight of someone with a different headband, he questioned the basic human decency of a stranger he'd never met. It was sad indeed.
WC: 515
He walked into the lobby with what was his normal attire nowadays. It consisted of a black swordsman's robe - which he received from Master Piandao after his apprenticeship - accompanied with a Konoha hitae-ate tied around his forehead, a symbol of pride for his village. On his left hip was a bamboo sheath that held the Tentetsutou - a fine, onyx black blade that Kashizudoto forged directly from a four billion year old meteorite in the Dense Forest. Next to it was a coil of wire that totaled about 50 meters, helpful in stick situations, setting upo traps, and for extending the Dragon Fire Jutsu. Below both, on his left leg, was a holster containing basic projectiles: three shuriken and one kunai knife, nothing special.
"I've been sent to face the graduating class," said Kashizudoto to the stadium's receptionist, "Can you show me where to go?"
"A foreign shinobi, huh?" said the receptionist, surprised at the site of his headband, "It was always a tradition to make the graduating class fight the experienced shinobi here, but who knew that they'd bring in someone from Konoha to battle."
"DON'T YOU PULL ANY FUNNY BIZ', YA HEAR ME?" screamed an old man in the lobby who looked - frankly - like a drunk old pervert, "IF YOU MAIM THEM OR PULL ANY OTHER FOREIGN STUFF, I KEL YOU MAHSELF, YA HEAR ME!?" Surely, this senile man was a regular here, harassing the women working and spectating here alike. But what was more irritating than that was his clear nationalism. Just at the sight of someone with a different headband, he questioned the basic human decency of a stranger he'd never met. It was sad indeed.
WC: 515