Mission name: Secret Supply Lines (Repeatable)
Mission rank: C
Objective: Plant a Kiri sigil stone on the Kiri boarder to signal the entrance to a new, safe, alternate road into Kiri.
Location: Kiri
Reward: 300 ryo
Mission description: “Kiri is surrounded by small isles, which are well defended, some, barren and void, others have small towns, head to the kiri boarder and place a stone imbued with trace chakra, which will signal a safe entry way and identify entrants as allies.”
Mission details: “The ninja will travel to the boarder of kiri territory, and place a small stone upon a pre marked location. Though, as they travel they will encounter several unaligned ninja (2-3), each of genin rank and skilled in taijutsu (C rank), and each possessing all academy jutsu.
~Recieves one Chakra imbued rock with Kiri’s sigil for the mission.

Verdandi was ready for yet another task. A money maker. The concept of a princess being short on money was hideous but well, she already had a lot of shiny and expensive things. It was yet to be seen that she would make some of the Ryo needed for gear on her own accord. Constantly being sponsored by sensei Gin or aunt Aya was not something she could simply take without feeling a little sting in her pride. She probably could ask either of them for more… she probably could visit her home and beg mom for another allowance of sorts. But in the end, she’d have to face the fact, that Ryo didn’t just grow on trees even for them. Mom needed her funds to keep a steady pace forward in the rebuild of Heidel and its supply lines. Aya was too busy to be constantly bothered and there was a limit towards how much money she could ask from her. Even though Verd was kinda sure that her master wouldn’t say no to any such request, she was getting the feeling that all of them would be tied in with a price of sorts.

Sighing softly, she made her way to the mission headquarters. The person handing out the money bags was a guy who had little sympathy for her situation. Her wealth exceeded his by far and hearing her cry about Ryo was something he would highly frown upon. So Verd kept her mouth shut and accepted her fate. With an almost pleasant grin he would place the sigil stone and the mission papers on the desk. Briefing her slowly over what would have to come to her. Verd sighed. She guessed it was only fair like this. Grabbing the chakra imbued gem and slid it in her pocket. Slowly getting her facts straight about where she had to go and what was actually asked of her. Verd would not softly and make her way past the headquarters down into the alley ways. Passing different shops, she would see all the shiny things and beautiful gear she would like to call her possession at some point.

That being said. She wandered past them and made her way onto the road towards the location in question. A little island not far from here. A few hours running would probably do it. Her condition was getting better and better. No one could blame her for being a slacker. She did raise in strength and ability over these last few months after all. Nothing you could judge her about. Verd nodded to herself. Content with her progress while she idly jumped her way down the street. Some of the caravans recognized her. Be it for completed missions or just being who she was, the niece of the kage. Verd wondered what was expected of her within these lines. She was far from interested in becoming the next leader of this place. Too much hassle! She yet couldn’t help but daydream about the chance of becoming one of the seven swordsmen just like her sensei. Hmmm such beautiful idea. Making young Verd all giddy and very eager.


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But what would she do once she became the very person she longed to be? Would she use her power to defend Kiri from its enemies? Like now? Would she wander the world and become a restless soul? Would the winds of times influence her as they did her aunt? Would she really be able to stay completely unbroken by the waves of time and fate? So many questions and worries. She could only hope to remain the prodigy, the golden child, the chosen one as her parents intended her. To remain pure. Well as pure as it was still possible. Verd would have to admit that her hands were stained already. She had killed for the sake of her country. Not yet out of bloodlust, not yet out of the simple desire to show her power and not yet out of control. But still. The happy fairy tales where you can go through all stages of shinobi life and not take another person’s soul down to the abyss of darkness? It wasn’t all cuteness and giggles. Shinobi life wasn’t intended to be easy. She didn’t choose this path and yet she had no regrets to be sent down this road. Was it so bad that her own desires aligned with her fate? That she wasn’t miserable and wouldn’t end up crying every night over lost potential future she could have chosen instead?

No. That wasn’t her. She wasn’t that weak. She knew that life was but it’s very attitude and the fact that she was positively looking forward to all of this was but the very proof that she was enjoying herself. Enjoying her path. Enjoying her life and going forth to explore it as fate, or whoever designed this path for her, would eventually be satisfied and allow her to rest alike all the other brave souls that once travelled down this road with all their hopes, wishes and desires. Some undone, some fulfilled, some changed but still created. She was smiling. It was a beautiful day and yet she had a feeling. She would end someone else’s life today. It was in her blood to feel the dawn of bloodshed. Ever since Yukigakure got burned down and a thousand screams of dying people had erupted into the nights sky. She could feel when even the smallest tragedies were at the horizon and of course, she would not be proven wrong. But in this case, in this night to come, it was all but fate and a little string towards the whole web that was forging itself around her.


440 / 970

Contemplation, philosophy set aside. The hours of travel were over. Verdandi would reach the target bridge. Reminding herself of other tasks that were connected to building or breaking them down. Wondering how much those little missions actually changed within the fate of her country. She sighed. Enough of contemplation. It was time to get to work. Verd passed the bridge and moved on towards the island. It was not within her specific job description but she wanted to see the new allies that had joined up with Kiri. Once arriving at the small village, she used her henge technique to transform herself from obvious ninja into but a mere fisherwoman. Her white hair and heterochromia were too specific body traits. For now, she was a cute little blondie. Her shape still earned a few looks from the villagers but more so in curiosity and lust rather than in actual fear and wonders what she was being up to.

Verd spent the day talking with several villagers. The fishers had been here since ages. Their supply lines had been active towards Kiri since what dramatic people would call the ‘dawn of time’ but the more she figured out, the more she was wondering why they suddenly wanted that officially guarded and marked trade route. Why now. What changed. What was different from before this day. The caravans wouldn’t be affected. Their trade wouldn’t change. They would still get the same amount of money from their trades and they would have not much further protection anyway. Kiri’s resources were spread thin. Soldiers would be commanded to safeguard the path closer to the village but they could safeguard the whole route. The caravans themselves seemed pretty well equipped with soldiers and wardens following after them. So why. Why would they ask for this extension in contract now?

Verdandi was naturally suspicious. She wanted to understand. She disliked an unclear picture. Half truths and shady deals. Over time the fishers started to acknowledge the blonde woman as traveller and new potential settler for their tribe. Some even already made advances in offering their specific interest towards her beauty. Verdandi would be both flattered and yet slightly disturbed by the fact that her transformed self, seemed to gather much easier attention from males than her actual self. Was she such a scary looking woman in her ninja self? She’d pout at the thought. Disliking the prospect of being treated differently for such minor things as clothing. Or was it the traits of her family? Dark green dyed hair with a hint of white strains within them. Heterochromia from frost chakra that passed through her body at birth.

Interesting questions and yet of not much use to her cause. After several days within the village she finally found her answer. In a night at the bar, the men were drinking and complaining how unreliable Kiri’s headquarters must have gotten. They had requested a ninja. Specifically implying that it had to be a male would softly upsetting Verd in her feministic urges but she suppressed them… for now. She slowly isolated the person who had initiated the conversation in the group. Through means of persuasion and seduction she would make sure he was drinking his fill of another three or five beers. Once the alcohol had seeped it’s poison into the mans head. She would be satisfied and started to poke the questions slowly into him.


570 / 1540

After the night. Verdandi would move home to her bungalow. She was disturbed. Apparently, a few of the village’s elders had gotten corrupted by offered money from the blood country. Of course, the man she had ‘interrogated’ was sure this deal would move out perfectly. The blood clans people wished to ambush the guards that Kiri would send. One by one. Getting back at them for their latest defeat at the border conflicts. Verd sighed. She wondered how stupidity and greed for Ryo could have corrupted a such peaceful village. But Verd wasn’t satisfied. She needed a name. That night she made her way to the mans room that she had been flirting with. He had suggestively invited her anyway.

Knocking at his door under the coy pretence to wish to indulge into his desires, she entered the room. After shedding her disguise and basically tying him up and beating some sense into his stupid head she would slowly gather a list of names. It was short. Just two elders in the council of five were involved. That night. Verd would make sure to do her job. Filling the guy up with enough hard alcohol that he’d hopefully forget their encounter and throwing him in the pig pen as to make him belief that his bar tour must have ended ungracefully in a fight that he had obviously lost here.

Verdandi would proceed to make her way towards the elder’s house. She had names. She had rough outlines for their faces. But she couldn’t be sure as the guy giving her the information was a drunk man after all. She would gather intel. Watch the elders and slowly try to figure out if she had really singled out the correct ones from the group. Actually, attacking an innocent and uninvolved civilian would be worse than doing nothing in this case.

A few nights later, Verdandi would eventually stir gold. The two suspects were moving away from the elder’s house and outside. Away from the village. Closer towards the bridge. Into what seemed to be a fisher’s hut. Verd had to slice a way inside and use the darkness of the night to her advantage. Her new sword was certainly of help here. It easily cut through the wood and allowed her silent entry. Hiding behind some fish barrels she had a good view into the room. Able to watch the two elders meet with three ninjas. They were older than Verd but seemed of less impressive stature. The crest of the blood clan stained their clothes. Making Verd twitch with her fingers on her blade. As one of them came closer to the elders with a lantern. She could fully confirm to have set her eyes on the correct targets at hand. Dandi would listen and wait. Five on one could prove troublesome. She had to do this the assassin way as she learned it from Haka.


490 / 2030

She could hear them contemplate and curse the fact of not having encountered the sheep they came to slay. Verd couldn’t help but smirk a bit. If those three tried to attack her even on the open street it wouldn’t have been much of a fight. They were weak and as she learned it from haka, weakness disgusted her. Eventually the arguments were soothed by the elders promising them that the kiri swine they came to slaughter would appear in time. Fuelled by such pathetic behaviour waited not much longer. The corrupt elders left and moved on to their way home. As the five of them wished to exit the hut. Verd would sneak forward and quickly grab the one that wanted to leave last. Shutting the door in front of him and slitting his throat with her katana. She’d keep her fingers on his mouth and make sure his last words wouldn’t stain the moment. Letting him bleed to his death until he would drop to the floor.

The door was about to be opened. One of the clan members wanted to check where his buddy was. As he entered he would lift the lantern just in time to see his friend with his slit throat collapsing to the floor. Verd had jumped upwards. Legs against the roof, using the supernatural walking technique. She stared down and touched the second man on his hand as the frost of the ice prison technique would claim him. Turning him into a statue. As the third one saw his friend turning blue, he tried to be clever and toss a myriad of senbon and shuriken towards the hut. One of them hit Verd past her cheek. She had worse wounds in her history. It didn’t seem to phase her at all. Eventually she stepped behind the ice statue. Pushing it forward in direction of the remaining enemy and activating the ice grave technique. The third man would have to watch how his friend was crushed within his frost cage, blood would spill onto his face and the broken bones and twisted remains would slowly crumble while his skin dissolved under the burning torture of the frostbite. A cruel death but was yet nothing but a calculated move to inflict deep fear upon the last enemy.

Verd had succeeded. The genin fell to his knees and whined. Knowing his two friends had fallen to the hands of a Kiri-nin. Knowing they died even before they could have attempted their ambush. Verd slowly moved forward. Kicking the broken shell of the frozen one aside as his remains splattered like glass shards onto the floor. With a grim face and a stern voice, she asked the last warrior who had seemingly lost his will to fight. “Any last words?”


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The execution was painless. A perfectly aimed slice would separate the head from the torso. It wouldn’t be able to cut that deep normally but the way he had given up allowed Verd for a more than perfectly clean aimed cut. She wondered if she should have let him go. Maybe. But part of her was sure this was probably the lesser evil, then leaving his mentally tortured shell behind to rot away in the waste of his existence. On her way back to the village. Verdandi would catch up with the elders. She could have put them on trial. Given them a chance to redeem themselves. Face them. Talk things out. Eventually find a middle ground and one that wouldn’t force her hand to kill them.

But this wasn’t her way. She wasn’t a saint. She wasn’t a devil. She was but the tool this situation required and would operate the tumour out without fail. Her sword would slice quickly. She wouldn’t stab them from behind. She would beam in front of them and make a clean cut that’d go to their throats. Adding a strong and precise stab into each of their hearts. An easy task.

The next day the villagers would find the remains of the blood clan mercenaries and the corpses of their corrupt leaders with the letters ‘Traitor’ on their forehead. They needed to know what the killer would find within reason to judge their death. If the villagers liked the sentence was not of Verdandi’s concern. On her way back, she placed the sigil stone in it’s appropriate location beyond the bridge. With her goal accomplished. She would shed no tears for the wicked. Mission accomplished. Time to go home. A long warm bath was in order after this.

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