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Pending [Mission/Kaito] Mon Apr 30, 2018 5:55 pm
Nora
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- Mission Details:
- Mission name: Protection Mission: Escort the Ninja
Mission rank: C
Objective: Escort a ninja from a small border village home.
Location: Hi no Kuni
Reward: 300
Mission description: You have been hired to protect a famed ninja, a young ninja leader of a small village, as he is returning to his home village. The village mainly wishes to send someone to guard the ninja to better the relations with his village and give him someone to talk too. Keep on your toes, not everything is as peaceful as it seems.
Mission details: Upon reaching the village entrance, you will soon after come under attack from missing-nins. Make sure to protect your charge and get him inside his village gates safely. No one will be there to help you so you have the choice of either getting him inside where he will be safe or kill the enemy ninja to end the threat yourself. Each missing-nin is Genin in power, and carry nothing larger than kunai for weapons. They use basic non-elemental ninjutsu out of the library (2 each). They will scare and run off with a sufficient show of force, there are 3 of them, with D1 stats.
The early morning air was thick with moisture, and uncharacteristically cold as well, which left Takahiro resigned to the undertaking of a new journey under such ‘spiteful’ conditions. His ears cringed slightly at the brief scraping of metal against metal, as the key and lock would turn, before a heavy but muffled thump signaled that the door had been secured. For a moment there after he stood facing the wooden barricade, the door represented far more to him than an entryway, more than even all the luxuries and personal belongings just beyond it, the object was indicative of progress and represented something far less tangible: Independence.
The 14 year old was still naive in many ways to the world, but in a short period of time during his stay in Kirigakure he was able to mature exponentially. He learned that life isn’t always ideal nor lengthy, and therefore resolved to make the most of his energy and take advantage of his youth. This resolution had real-world consequences on different facets of his life, and even more so upon returning home from his time in the ninja-exchange program. Only recently had his relationship with his mother return to its usual exuberance, who’d been reprimanded in kind for Takahiro’s actions and saw fit to punish him according. He could still hear the words, laced with resentment, that spurred him to seek a place to call his own.
“Wipe that silly grin off your face, trying to appeal to my good nature won’t get you out of this one. Subtle defiance is one thing son, but to have the gall to abandon your village, and under the pretense of being a shinobi and wearing my hitai-ate, while impersonating a genin exchange student. Men die wearing this marker and protecting all that it symbolizes. Your Father included. What gave you the right? Aptitude and raw ability? Did the fact that you have potential, give you the balls? You may have met the standards of the Mizukage and earned yourself the rank of genin, but Konoha will be its own judge. We will cast our own verdict, and as of now you have failed your village. Fix this. As a Kimura you must fix this.”
The young teen’s reaction was akin to the one he’d had on that very day, although milder and more composed. Takagi’s stern warning and advice still ate at him on the inside, he words were insidious and had long since bypassed his own mental wards to engrain themselves into the furthest depths of his sub-conscience. The resulting feelings of embarrassment finally teased forth a sanguine tinge that left what little skin he had visible flush with color. Takahiro’s anger grew rapidly, and his indignation left its traces across his visage, as veins in his clenched hands bulged out indicating the emotional pressure that was building inside him. Relenting from his initial urge to release those pent up emotions in punching the door, some of his newly found maturity had managed to beckon him to make the wiser decision and Taka departed relatively peacefully.
The only casualty of his ire being the now bent railing juxtaposed to his pristine apartment door, which became warped as Takahiro exerted an admittedly unnecessary amount of chakra into it before propelling himself forward and onto the rooftop of shorter buildings nearby. The display, however childish, was purely about control and exercising that control. Takahiro had felt like that rail from just moments earlier on the day he’d sat through that lecture; defenseless and weak. He’d shown little fight as he sat listlessly through it all, all the while standing firmly by the degree of satisfaction Taka garnered from the outcome of a self-admitted, poor decision. What was honestly most troubling to the hypersensitive child was his mother’s perceived lack of empathy and inability to understand his reasonings, however rash they may have been. Processing it all mid-jump, a sliver of a tear pooled in the corner of his left-eye only to be carried off the wind behind him the moment it was finally shed.
It was as if the sensation of the tear gracing the skin of his face had awakened him from a trance, eyes that were once glazed over now gleamed with determination. Irregardless of the thought in that moment that had evoked such a grand shift in emotional state, his motivations were many and not even his own mother could keep her son, a child consumed with wanderlust, from moving on, even from this. Everytime he returned to the rooftops below only to ascend once more, as he traversed the elevated terrain, Takahiro felt lighter as if weight slowly was being lifted off his shoulders. The further he got, the more his mother’s qualms faded into afterthoughts and the more unburdened he felt, until finally one of many mission boards rested squarely in front of him. It was quaint, two wooden posts with cork paneling fixed between them, and faded red shingles sloping into an overhang on either side.This would be his first mission since his return, and as he began to scan the cluttered board he couldn’t help wonder what type of work would be adequate, what would appease his superiors and his Mother above all else?
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