1 Patrol with the Sword Saint [Mitsuo][B-Rank Mission][Plot][No Kill] Mon Mar 27, 2017 10:06 pm
Nayoko
D-rank
- Mission:
- Mission name: Increased patrols .
Mission rank: B-Rank.
Objective: Clear the sector of Bandits.
Location: Rolling hills of Konoha.
Reward: 300 Ryo.
Mission description: Trade routes to the north-east have been raided by bandits heavily in the past month. Normally our regulars would take care of this but the squads that normally patrol that area have their hands full.
Mission details: Eight bandits are camped about half a mile off the road. Five of the bandits have C-3 stats and use bows that can drive arrows two inches deep into flesh while two bandits with B-1 and use a-rank clubs that are able to break bones. Their leader, a large beast of a man that stands over seven feet tall and has B-3 stats wields a war-hammer that can shatter bones and cause internal bruises. These men have been using their brute strength and numbers to raid caravans, rather than any real jutsu.
The young Hattori shinobi firmly gripped the priority mission scroll that he had taken from the administration building not twenty minutes earlier. Carefully, he studied its contents to be sure that he knew exactly what needed to be done for the village. He had been packing earlier in the morning for his upcoming trip to Kirigakure no Sato with Hattori Shimada when he realized that he was running dangerously low on funds. He would need more if he was to make the trip without having to swim across the sea to the Land of Water; boat rides do, in fact, cost money. Not only that, but Nayoko was feeling a strange sense of guilt at leaving his village. He had never left the country before, and the thought of travelling to another nation with another ruler, even though they were allies, was off-putting to say the least. He decided in order to mitigate his guilt while also earning some money for the journey he could complete at least one more mission for the village before leaving for a time.
The mission that he had picked up was a simple one, but one that he knew would be not be easy if the reports were to be believed. The trade routes to the north-east of his village were being heavily raided by bandits for the past month or so. Where normally this would be taken care of by regulars, they had their hands full at the moment. And so, the duty fell to the village shinobi. The bandits had been using brute strength to raid the trade caravans from what Nayoko could gather, but the numbers varied from report to report, so Nayoko was preparing himself for danger of a lethal degree.
The thought of what may come was troubling to Nayoko. He had never taken a life before, and from the description of the mission and the expectations that his superiors passed down, it seemed that he would have to in order to complete the mission. It was not that he feared killing; he understood that it was a necessary part of being a ninja and protecting the village. But he had never been forced to, and so he had never pushed himself that far before. Today he felt that would change. In any case, the tall twenty-two year old thought to himself, Shimada is right. I will probably have to kill the man in Kirigakure. He has shown that he does not put assaulting me and my friends past him, and I have to make sure that she will be safe, regardless of what I need to do to make sure that happens. He gripped the scroll, which he was not even reading any longer, tighter in his hands. The reality of what was going to happen when he left the village was beginning to sink in. They mystery man that bore his mother’s name, the ambush in the small south forest, the Konoha headband that his new enemy had worn in their first few meetings…all of the pieces of the puzzle were weighing heavily on the young man. He shook his head to clear it and forced himself to look up from his mission document, steeling and willing himself to press on. One day at a time Nayoko. One day at a time.
He was rolling up the scroll and tucking it away into the pouch on his belt as he finally approached the village gates. He stopped for a moment and stood to admire the gates. They were not just glorified doors that marked the entrance to the village; they were a symbol. A symbol of protection and hope to some, to others, the sign of a powerful enemy. To Nayoko they simply meant one thing: Home. He smiled as the cool breeze of the day whipped though the gates and over the walls, blowing a group of leaves past him and rustling his hair. He took a moment to fix it, staring up at the threshold to his village for a beat longer, before stepping past the monstrous gates and onto the road toward where these caravans were being raided, toward his mission, and toward the danger.
WC: 706