1 In search of a sign.. [Private | Mission | NK | Ayakashi] Sat Mar 17, 2018 12:47 pm
Nora
D-rank
- Urgent! Save the Ninja!:
Mission rank: A
Objective: Save the Ninja
Location: Any
Reward: 1000 Ryo
Mission Description: [Repeatable]
Due to a catastrophic error or radical upcoming, ninja in the country are in danger on their daily tasks. A group of high ranking mercenaries are en route to intercept and potentially overwhelm ninja in their current situation. The group is large in number and moving quickly. Quick! Intercept and eliminate this threat!
Mission Details: A group of 15 non-ninja opponents of varying ranks and strengths between C and B with X-1 stats equal to their own rank and B rank bukijutsu will enter the thread, however, leading the group are thee A rank ninja with A-2 Stats as well as S rank Nin and bukijutsu as well as S rank Suiton and Fuuton. They each carry a single standard S rank weapon and an assortment of A rank blades and ammunition such as kunai, flash bombs and threads.
During the busiest hours at the gates was when he made his move. Taka had long ago observed the tendency for the smaller traffic gates to get jammed by masses of people on foot, or traveling in various other mundane ways and often in larger caravans necessitated by the security one can find in numbers. Donning his mother’s old forehead protector, he strutted proudly by the on duty chuunin who in facing a herd of incoming migrants thought only to congratulate him briefly.
“A little later than your old lady aye kid?” one chided
“Takagi probably held the boy back on purpose. For a shinobi your mom always has spoken out about rushing you kids into the field,” in noticing that the first gaurds words lingered with Taka he laced playful praise with an earnest warning, “uh, you should be proud Little Taka just don’t go burning things down to soon, aye?”
His final comment left Takahiro smiling, amused by the undeserved guidance and even further by his accomplishment. Anticipating seeing some random returning shinobi could throw a wrench in his plan, he traversed the wooded region beyond the beaten path until his familiarity with the terrain faded. The first physical indicator that Hiro was making headway was in the air itself, no longer heavy with moisture and an unusually fresh scent.
The journey had been kind to a boy who despite not being naive in nature was unknowingly naive to the dangers that existed beyond the safely guarded gates of the hidden villages. It was obvious plastered across his face; His countenance would have been easily read as 'elated'. Never before had he tasted such freedom or moved with complete autonomy such as this.
And to think, all it took was me finally 'embracing my duties' to get away.
To think that he had gotten away with relative ease, little resistance even, reassured him to cease the opportunity all the while seeming rather surreal. Takahiro reasoned his demeanor and sneakiness had been the culprit of such a clean gets away and it was not like he never planned to return. What he sought in 'impersonating a genin' was of no threat to anyone but himself and that's the way he liked things.
Although he could only imagine the anger and vehemence behind whatever berating words his mother and fated superior might be spewing at whoever happened to break her the vexing news of her only child. He liked to think it would be all anger, but to think of her in despair, distraught or otherwise saddened by his disappearance only ensured feelings of guilt too.
"Oh Mother, I promise I'll be home soon.. I hope you're not worrying; you've raised me well. I just can't keep serving a purpose that I don't understand the meaning of." He vented, with arms bent and entwined above his head, the full length of his body resting in relative comfort atop a bed of grass. With both hands he then consoled his countenance, wiping from it the tiny beads of liquid that once pooled in the corners of his eyes. The newfound moisture would rejuvenate his eyes, the glossy sapphire portals seemed to coax in the stars upon which they gazed at up above, trapping them in all their wonder, in all their uncertainty.
The sky was unlike anything he’d seen growing up in Konoha. The Village Hidden in the Leaves was not quite that anymore; Ingenuity and progress that it’s ninja brought also brought change. In Taka’s own short fifteen years of living he’d seen the village grow twice over and not just out but vertically as if reaching for the heavens. New technology he surmised brought with it a greater impact on nature, and perhaps the night sky was merely one victim. This natural progression of thought would come full circle back to the topic of shinobi.
“Our technologies aren’t the only thing growing and changing… Mom said the shinobi of old hail in comparison to some of the monsters that are to come and may already exist. It kind of sounds like progress, but at what cost?” the verbal query sought no answer, satisfied by the accompanying sigh. “Were the fruits of that mission worth the loss of his life? How can I even justify one life as being more worthy than another? How can shinobi slaying each other in times of war ever be considered righteous?"
A gentle breeze caressed the flesh of his hand and cheeks, pervading his entire person it seemed to carry away with it the excess warmth of frustration and the angst of impotence. He knew deep down that his mutterings were merely talk and he could not enact any real change even if he wanted. Takahiro’s eyes briefly shuttered as he embraced nature’s kiss and the boy took it as a good omen of sorts.
Both oculi would transfix themselves on the moon as its amicable light left him in a bit of a daze, not before long after two shadowy appendages would break the heavenly bodies form before swiftly incapacitating the near defenseless child. A pressure point ensured that Takahiro would swiftly fall into darkness..
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