1 Patrol [D-Rank/Solo/NK] Sun Jul 30, 2017 1:00 pm
Mura
D-rank
- Mission Details:
- Mission name: Patrol
Mission rank: D
Objective: Scout around the village
Location: Kirigakure
Reward: 150 Ryo
Mission description: Your job is to scout around the village to make sure the area is secure. Lately their has been some issues with people stealing and and causing problems around the village. If anyone starts any problems, report it to higher ranking shinobi.
PATROL
It was almost evening, and Mura had just came back from his day at the training grounds.
Air was quite thick, even the swordsman could feel that. Several days had passed from his last mission, but in this kind of weather it felt like eternity. Mura's plan was to head home, have a good rest and request a mission in the morning. He greated the Jounin guards that were guarding the entrance of the village and they wished him a good evening. Mura ventured into the immense network of streets and tall buildings, which hosted mainly residential buildings.
He kept a strict regime – each time he would chose a different route. It was part of his nature, being paranoid to some extent. "Later during the day, it is better to use main streets and conjectures where a lot of people pass by or gather." So he walked on one of Kiri's boulevards which was, indeed, quite crowded. He learned a thing or two in the academy on how NOT to become a creature of habbit. Because of the prosperity the town had experienced in the last years under the reign of the current Mizukage, which was guided by militarisation of the nation, there were always shinobis on guard patroling the inside outs of the streets. The last thing one would want was falling into their suspicious eyes. Mura had never done anything wrong, at least when it came to obeying the dogmas that Kiri was built upon. In the eyes of ordinary folk his whole existence could be classified as one step behind for the kind and empathic human being, because he was definitely not the kind or emphatic type. Nevertheless, everybody needed to grab a bite, so Mura found himself waiting on the line for the fried fish and chips next to his place. This was the place which had the perfect balance between food quality and price. It wasn't too cheap, and the food wasn't too bad. The main reason he stopped by there is because he knew the owner of the joint, which lead to the second reason – Mura always received extra chips with the meal.
"Yo" Mura greeted him.
"Oh! Look at you! Were you training in the forest again?"
Indeed, Mura was quite dirty, one could easily tell he wasn't really spending his days at the library.
"You could say.."
The guy handed Mura a massive portion of food. Dinner was taken care of, so he headed directly to his appartment, eating up on the way. By the time he had reached his place, he was already falling asleep, so it didn't take him long to embrace his pillow.
***
A mellow morning greeted the citizens and shinobi of Kiri, who enjoyed the summer sun. The city woke up under the exotic sound of tropical birds. Mura looked outside. He was on the 13th floor. This allowed him to observe a great deal of the city and was particularly pleasant for him, because he felt like he is protectively watching over his home town. Somebody knocked on the door. Mura did not have a lot of friends in the building, neither did he have any enemies. He was mostly invisible for his neighbours, which was exactly what he wanted.
"It's probably that woman.." Mura opened the door with his left hand, while his right one patiently waited on the handle of the miao dao. There stood a good looking, middle-aged woman, who was smiling at the boy.
"I heard that a shinobi from the patrol unit had gotten sick recently. They are looking for a temporary replacement at the east quarter, you might want to check it out."
Indeed, it was her. She lived at the end of the hallway, which made her Mura's furthest neighbour on the 13th floor but the only one that actually knew him. She spoke to him from time to time, mainly giving Mura updates on important events and job openings. Also, she was to some extent a motherly figure in his life, especially after his parent's death. As a character, she was a complete opposite of Mura, namely: communicative and outgoing.
"Thanks, I will. I was on my way out to the administration to request a mission anyway."
"Oh, okay. As far as I know they need someone for the night shift patroling the streets. I think some hooligans are causing trouble."
"Huh?"
"I don't know anything else. I need to go now. Be sure to eat well!" The woman entered the elevator and went down, while Mura was closing the door after her.
***
Fortunately, the current job opening was not to guard the walls of the village, because it was one of the most boring (and responsible) tasks a shinobi could do. Instead, Mura had to patrol the very streets of Kiri. First of all, the boy had to arrange it for himself, hence he left his house soon after the woman visited him. His destination was the outpost in the eastern quarter of the city. According to the information he was fed, it was there they needed extra help.One chuunin, probably the commander on shift for the outpost, was sitting on a chair and smoking a cigarette. "So this is what you do when you become a chuunin?" thought Mura, but he decided to not initiate the conversation in such a skeptical manner.
"I am here for the patrol mission. I heard there is an opening for the evening shift."
The chuunin, who seemed as apathetic as Mura, looked at the boy with an empty look. "Name?"
"Momochi Mura."
He wrote something down, most probably the boy's name, and stood up.
"Your shift starts at 10. You will report to me in the morning, around 6. So in total you will be patrooling the streets for around 8 hours. Don't worry, nothing really happens."
"I was told that there are complaints regarding some hooligans?"
"Aah, yeah, forgot about that...hmm.."
The chuunin started getting on Mura's nerves because of his carelessnes.
"..true, true. Make sure nobody breaks anything, steals from old ladies, bla bla.. you know the drill."Mura just noded and left. He promised to himself that one day he is going to bash this guy's head into a blunt object, preferrably a heavy stone. The boy did not attempt to contradict him because he was the superior in that case. One day, though, one day..
***
WC: 1067