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The accumulation Triangulation [Kiri Mission w. Lais] Sat Jun 09, 2018 9:17 pm
Tenjin
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D-rank
- Mission:
- Mission name: Operation: Javelin
Mission rank: C Rank
Objective: Spring the Trap
Location: Suna; What Lies Within
Reward: 300 Ryo + 2 EP
Mission Description: Arms trade has boomed in the Desert in recent years, and with battlefields on the rise, convoys have been detected moving in the cover of nightfall to recover and transport weapons caches… That may not be all they’re carrying however, be careful.
Mission Details: Upon approaching the convoy, it would become apparent that something hasn’t gone according to plan. Whether word has gotten out to them of your arrival, the convoy seems to be exceedingly small and unguarded. Ninja undertaking this mission will then come under relentless attack from all sides by C rank opponents with C-0 stats and equipment from the libraries. The heer number of opponents rising from the sand an revealing themselves from stealth techniques will be enough to swarm the ninja over the course of 4 posts. Whether you’re able to overcome the convoy and their guards, or simply escape, the information about our given away position will be enough to secure the mission as a success… we may have a mole…
"You there, let’s go.!" a man said peering out of a room in the Kirigakure Border Camp Headquarter.
Finally it was his turn. He slid one step at a time, picking up his stride as he walked into the room. Atmosphere was dry and heavy as 2 secretaries stared at the masked shinobi. They were not pleased in the slightest. The room in the tent was filled with mountains of scrolls, books, and papers on everything about the village of Sunagakure and the policies created to make their mark in the disorder. Between the two secretaries was a sheet with a name that surely wasn’t Tenjins name on it. Tenjin could only assume that he was given a fake identity by the Iwa special division to honor his want to stay anonymous throughout the relief effort, not that he was known by the villages to begin with, but Tenjin doesn’t want to do things for reputations sake. He was an outsider in these villages after all. His eyes finally locked onto the secretaries.
One of them was a medium size man with grey hair that came down to his shoulders. It appeared to be smooth and neatly combed. The othis secretary was as an even older and taller looking female who was missing a few teeth but could easy hide the fact with his lack of smiling. Wrinkles invaded both their faces, through and through, and their eyes struggled to find an opening in their sagging skin. Tenjin personally was impressed with the synchronicity in their speech as they finished each other sentences in a more than fascinating way. The pair shuffled threw papers gathering mission intel to determine a best fit.
"You're the kid thats not” said the man as he riffled through papers, while the women finished, “of this village. Nice cloak,” ended the women, while the man continued “by the way, are you even" and the women once again finished, “a Chunin dear.” “Yeah. You don’t look it” mocked the man. Of course teasing the fact that the young shinobis stature is nothing to fear or be intimidated by, but Tenjin didnt entertain their notion as he stood quite waiting for his order.
Tenjin remained silent and still. He is clearly aware of his youth as he maneuvers through the ranks, but he cant let his generational gap hinder his development. It was then that Tenjin became curious on who his partner will be for this mission. The woman elbowed the man despite not having a high opinion of the young shinobi herself. To Tenjin, this situation was not normal and it was enough to get on his bad side. Lucky for Tenjin, he rarely pointed spoke up against the status quo, which saved the young shinobi many pointless lectures.
"Anyway, you are here for a mission, correct?"
Tenjin nodded his head.
"Lets see... I don't think we have anything fitting for an alien shinobi."
The woman started whispering to the man, soon after starting a full conversation of tiny breezes and harsh sounds. Tenjin started looking around again, wondering if the man was insulting him or actually trying to get Tenjin a productive mission.
"Yes, At the moment, our current missions require chunin with more... tactical skills." added the woman.
Tenjin took a deep breath, he was not knew to this aspect of his character. Still, he needed to become a better ninja and so he took a step forward.
"I will do it."
The two frowned, not expecting or enjoying his determination.
"Very well, we will start you off with something easy... How well do you know about the current arms trade problem in Sunagakure no sato?" They both asked as if they were twins or creepy psychics. Tenjin could already tell, it was going to be a long day. They proceeded to explain mission details, “The Sunagakure no sato arms trade has boomed in the Desert in recent years, and with battlefields on the rise, convoys have been detected moving in the cover of nightfall to recover and transport weapons caches. That may not be all they’re carrying however, be careful.” The women explained, “Or don’t…” proclaimed the man as he continued, “You can meet this partner of yours at what used to be the village gates.”
Tenjin disappeared in an instant utilizing the body flicker, this flicker left absolutely no trace of his disappearance as not even a cloud of smoke was formed. Standing at the gate, Tenjin watched as people trickled in and out the village in waves from foreign villages for the relief efforts. It was noisy and every so often the sound of a unruly and malnutritioned child broke through the ambient noise of commotion, the cry led to nothing more but the sense of pitty for the state of this once major village. It was scene Tenjin despited. It took so much effort to hear himself think and everyone struggling in this village makes Tenjin feel like they are isolated from the world, seeing how in Iwagakure, the people live ignorant of the circumstances that Sunagakure really does experience under such a toxic environment.
He watched as other genin and even some chunin effortlessly picked apart the crowd for the people that are the most in need, and guided them to their overall goal. They showed smiles, personality, and a warmth that he could not replicate, be it fake or real. Even though his face was hidden behind his mask, he felt as if he was useless for the world for his inability to help the weak. While waiting for his partner, Tenjin thought about what the secretaries offered, as they offered Tenjin a chance to back down should he feel overwhelmed with the task asked of them, but what would that say about his dedication then. If he wanted to rank up and protect the village, he would have to overcome any and all fears one way or another. With a deep breath, he stepped forward. His mission was simple, and he waited now for his partner to arrive.
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