1 Education Is My Forte [ Invite Only | No Kill ] Wed Feb 01, 2017 7:38 pm
Nakajima Naho
D-rank
The Sunagakure Education Program was an interesting piece of work. On one hand Naho thought it was economical, using Genin to brush up each other's skills when the more skilled reserves of Chuunin and Jonin were depleted. And she knew they normally were. Missions demanded perfection the higher the ranks climbed, and manpower couldn't always seek to meet the shortcomings of the next generation, even if camaraderie was preached on a daily basis in the Academy's echoing hallways.
On the other hand, some could say it was bullshit exploits of child labour.
There was no need to sign up. The misleading name was glued onto the headers of dozens of mission scrolls, whether you were the tutee, the tutor, or both. Whenever she and her graduating class met up, the program was often ridiculed as a social event. Genin got paid almost regardless of whatever they did, but free-flowing ryo didn't often generate much complaint, and neither was Naho now that she held the yellowing parchment in her right hand. She knew by heart the inked contents; this was not her first time.
The only information she sought was the location, and scribbled messily in black when she'd first taken a peek was the undeniable outskirts of the business district. Few people met there, not drawn in by the local businesses as much as they were weary of the neighbouring slums. While Naho was familiar with the locality she didn't preach to love the disaster that had left it in such a crumbling state. The black sky of two hours before midnight would also see them coming out to forage, no longer subdued by the hot sun and forced behind whatever shelter they could find.
Not that it was any deterrence in the slightest.
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On the other hand, some could say it was bullshit exploits of child labour.
There was no need to sign up. The misleading name was glued onto the headers of dozens of mission scrolls, whether you were the tutee, the tutor, or both. Whenever she and her graduating class met up, the program was often ridiculed as a social event. Genin got paid almost regardless of whatever they did, but free-flowing ryo didn't often generate much complaint, and neither was Naho now that she held the yellowing parchment in her right hand. She knew by heart the inked contents; this was not her first time.
The only information she sought was the location, and scribbled messily in black when she'd first taken a peek was the undeniable outskirts of the business district. Few people met there, not drawn in by the local businesses as much as they were weary of the neighbouring slums. While Naho was familiar with the locality she didn't preach to love the disaster that had left it in such a crumbling state. The black sky of two hours before midnight would also see them coming out to forage, no longer subdued by the hot sun and forced behind whatever shelter they could find.
Not that it was any deterrence in the slightest.
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