Yoshihiro wrote:Mission name: Reclaiming the Fire Temple
Mission rank: C
Objective: Clear out the bandit camp
Location: Fire Temple Ruins, Hi no Kuni
Reward: 1 EP + 300 Ryo
Mission Description: In the wake of the long peace since the previous Shinobi World War, a waning minority of Shinobi Monks within Hi no Kuni have begun to clamor for a reconnection with the natural world. These hermits, having scrounged together both the time and resources, have officially declared a campaign of religious rebirth centered around rebuilding the long-since-destroyed Fire Temple of Konohagakure. The first major challenge of this movement, however, are the rather unsavory criminals using the ruins as a hideout for petty crimes and banditry. Unable to approach the ruins to begin preparing reconstruction efforts, a request has been made to the Hokage to 'remove' these nefarious squatters.
Development References: This mission is meant to be the first in a chain of Quests aimed at ICly rebuilding the Fire Temple in Konoha.
Mission Details: The bandits within the camp are all non-shinobi, and are instead a gang of highwaymen and robbers who are more inclined to flee at the first sign of trouble than attempt to duel a trained ninja. Upon arriving at the camp, either defeating the 10 mooks or scaring them off with an impressive display of power will be enough to get the job done.

"Go faster! Faster I say!" the old man clamored. The ninja monk grabbed his short wooden staff and bonked Yojo over the head with it whilst the young adult leapt from tree branch to tree branch. The thud got a wince out of the Chunin, as well as some frustrated grumblings. How was it that he'd been saddled with carrying this senile old man of all people? He thought that surely it would've been both quicker and more efficient to just meet the original mission poster near the ruins instead of at the village gate. The old monk's wispy words were still filled with a surprising amount of vigor despite his old age, "You whippersnappers don't know nuthin! In my prime I could carve the earth out like a cake!" the monk bemoaned. Kids these days, they were never as good as previous generations it seemed like.

Yojo scowled a tad as they continued trekking along the treetops of Hi no Kuni. Gradually, they'd began moving at somewhat of an incline, leaving the underbrush of the forest for the craggy mountainsides. The ruins of the Fire Temple were close. Yojo kept a weathered eye out for any scouts who might've been watching the roads to prepare an ambush. So far as he'd been told, the squatters who'd laid claim to the old ruins were little more than bandits and brigands, not even shinobi. Ideally, if he went to their leader and beat him into a pulp, the rest would scatter and instantly cave in. Of course, brigands were stupid, like any low-level monster. Who knew how they'd react to being faced with two Chunin.

Oh yeah. Ting was with him for this mission. He'd nearly forgotten.

She knew where the rendeveuz point would be, he knew she was good enough to not go on ahead without the two of them. Beyond that though, he didn't really know what to think. He'd largely kept to himself since the end of the Chunin Exams, he'd needed time to be alone and to think. He hadn't heard from her in ages now... He must've been a bad friend for letting her down like that, at least that was what he thought. Maybe it was for the best this way. The two of them could just do this job and decide to go their separate ways. These days, Yojo always somehow felt torn between wanting to be with people to escape loneliness, and still yearning for the quiet of being left alone. It felt like they were flipping constantly, he didn't know which he wanted anymore.

"Pay attention you dunce! We're almost here!" the ninja monk said, bopping his staff against Yojo's head again with enough force to cause a welt to swell up. The male grit his teeth in frustration and resignation. Kami help him, he should've paid more attention with those Fuinjutsu classes at the academy so he could summon a familiar to carry them both. Between this trip and Sakamoto's wild adventure on Mount Meru, he felt like running across all of Hi no Kuni was becoming an unwanted pasttime for him.

Yojo narrowed his gaze as he leapt from boulder to boulder along the cliff face, snaking his way up towards a small cave bored into the mountain. There was a statue of a mountain spirit sitting at the entrance, bringing good fortune to travelers on the road beneath- now, it would be the landmark that would be the common meeting place with Yojo and Ting ahead of their mission. Even if he thought the monk was a senile bother, he still knew full well the importance of this task: they were paving away the failures of the past to create a newer, better, Fire Temple for Konoha.

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Somehow this was not how Sunadokei expected this mission to be going. At first she was excited to be enlisted for a C-Rank Mission, especially one of this importance. Rebuilding the Fire Temple, well... helping to start the process that would lead to rebuilding the Fire Temple. But that was besides the point, even the largest mountain began with the smallest stone, that's what her father Makaro always said. In the same way, the path to climbing the ranks of the shinobi ranks was paved in missions. Sunadokei was therefore exhilarated when the Mission Assignment Committee had informed her she'd be undertaking this endeavor.

The Mission Scroll however, had made this seem a lot more straightforward than this was turning out. All that it claimed she needed to do was meet up at the rendezvous point and assist the other shinobi in liberating the temple grounds from bandit control. Instead, she was presently being used as a glorified oxen. For Sunadokei was currently in her Human Bullet Tank form, her body swollen into a three meter wide sphere of flesh and muscle through the power of her Kekkei Genkai. It was, in this particular instance, the best way to travel. For Sunadokei was attached to the front of a large wooden cart, acting as a makeshift wheel as she rolled her way through the forests. One of the elder shinobi monks was 'driving' the ox cart, and despite her repeated protests that he stop, the old hermit occasionally cracked his whip at Sunadokei like she was a beast of burden.

One of the wheels of the cart hit a bump in the ground and the old hermit jolted in his seat. He grabbed the reigns, not that they were attached to anything, and gave his whip a short crack. "Slow down slow down! Are you trying to put me in an early grave?" Sunadokei rolled to a stop, poking her head out the top of her Bullet Tank body, Akimichi tucked in their limbs and extremities when moving in this form. Though she couldn't physically turn around to face the monk without ending her jutsu, she could crane her head to the side and giving him an angry glare out the corner of her eye.

"First you tell me I'm not going fast enough. Now you tell me to slow down. Which is it? You told me you wanted to get to the rendezvous point as quickly as possible. And unless you want me to physically carry you and that cart on my back, this is the quickest way." Sunadokei was trying to be patient with the hermit, she really was. But the cranky old codger reminded her of one of her grandparents on her mother's side. Never satisfied, everything the 'young people' did was always wrong. There was no pleasing them, and her patience with this backseat driving was quickly wearing thin. Only her immense respect for her elders and her desire to aid in such an important task kept her sharp tongue from saying something she'd immediately regret.

The monk recoiled, clenching a fist in anger but gathering his composure. "I'm sorry child. It's my nerves are on edge is all. We've been planning this undertaking for months, you have no idea the stress I'm under." Sunadokei nodded understandingly as he spoke, and began to continue rolling forward more slowly. She could hear him well enough even with her head tucked in. Genin level perception and sensory after all. "And these old bones just aren't what they used to be." He added, arching his back with a loud pop as he cracked his arthritic bones. "You young bloods can't understand what that's like." He said with a huff.

Sunadokei rolled to a stop again, poking her head out once more. "No, I can't. But I can still sympathize. Father always told me everyone deals with stress. It's how we deal with it that is important. I'm over here on an important mission to help repair an ancient temple, with a monk who supposedly preaches tolerance and patience berating me every five minutes. Do you see me complaining about my stress? Now, if you would please stop cracking that cattle whip, I'd be grateful. I'm trying to get us there as quickly as I can. But this is a forest after all, and no one has walked these trails in years. So I apologize that I cannot will the earth itself to be smooth for you. My Doton release isn't quite there yet." There was heavy sarcasm to her words, but also a great deal of honesty.

The monk thought to himself a rebuttal for a moment, deciding between his own sarcastic retorts or elderly 'wisdom'. He decided against it  though, the young woman made some good points, even if she was rather blunt about it. "You're right miss Akimichi. Even if you're very direct about it. Your clan are always like that, for shinobi you lack a great deal of subtlety though you make a few good points. I'll try to be more reasonable, and I promise to stop using the whip." The old monk cracked a smile, he was missing most of his teeth. "After sixty five years of driving an ox cart to market every day, I can't help if it's muscle memory by now." He slapped his knee at his joke and adjusted himself to get more comfortable in his seat.

Sunadokei's glare faded away, replaced instead by a soft smile. "Right, thank you elder. And I understand. And I was serious about the trails, if you want I promise I'll come back later and help put in new earthen roadbeds myself if you like. Smooth enough even for your demanding old bones. Now... let's get going. The others are probably waiting for us." Sunadokei tucked her head back into her clothes, glad she and the monk had reached a mutual understanding. She then began rolling forward, picking up her pace until they reached speeds that would make even the hardiest draft horses blush with envy. It was nowhere near as fast as Sunadokei could move in her Human Bullet Tank, but is was the fastest she was willing to chance it while pulling an ox cart full of supplies.

The two made their way through the winding forest roads, taking a route that ran up the mountain's side towards their destination. The meeting point for the ninja assigned to this mission was an ancient tunnel bored in the mountain. There resided a statue of a mountain spirit, a large man with the head of a ram holding a walking staff in one hand and a set of scales in the other. Meant to represent good fortune in travels, that would be their meeting place. As they finally drew closer Sunadokei slowed herself to a more measured pace. When they finally arrived at the mouth of the cave she came to a halt. With a poof and a cloud of smoke she reverted back to her usual, exceptionally curvaceous self.

"Have I told you miss, were I a much younger man you'd make a convincing argument not to become a monk?" The old hermit said with a shit eating grin as his eyes wandered her figure. Old men were all lechers, it didn't seem to matter what title they held.

"Yes." Sunadokei said simply, giving him a quick pop of her hips to let him know she knew exactly what he was referring to. "About three times now, you're not going senile on me are you old man?" She teased playfully as she reached a hand up to help the monk down from his cart. "Come on you old perv, the meeting place should be just inside the cave. I'll lead... I know how much you like following." The monk offered no objection to these instructions, clutching his walking staff as he hobbled along after the buxom beauty. His eyes locked greedily on Sunadokei's sizable derriere as it swayed back and forth tantalizingly with each step. The Akimichi woman was fine letting him enjoy the view. It's not like she could stop him, besides, if staring at her rear calmed his nerves so be it. Anything was better than him yelling at her again. Either way, the two had finally arrived.

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Wait a minute.

"You're not Ting. Your breasts are way bigger!" Yojo stated, pointing at the strange kunoichi who had appeared at the rendevouz point with another monk in tow. This was rather unexpected, to say the least. A look of confusion appeared on the man's face as he looked the somewhat older woman up and down. She was as tall as Ting, had blue hair, and was decidedly feminine- and yet, so far as he could tell, this was not his Genin friend nor his friendly rival. Which begged the question, "Who are you?" he asked, seeing the Konoha headband that she sported. The old monk, naturally being a generic pervy old man, instantly spoke up whereas Yojo was lost for words. "Who gives a shit about who she is? She's staying so that I can wa- I mean, so that the spirits can watch her and the rest of us" the ugly bastard said, smacking Yojo's leg with his wooden cane as he stood there beside him. The Chunin frowned a bit, the confusion wearing off. "I suppose so. It's certainly to late to do anything about it now," he said, looking from the old monk to the newcomer. "My name is Yoshihiro Joe of the Uchiha" he said, though the last title still felt a tad bitter in his mouth. He was still trying to come to terms with his lineage, even though it took everything he thought he knew and turned it on his head.

The next figure to come, though, was far more familiar to Yojo than the blue haired girl. A broad smile appeared on the man's face as he saw the green attired, dark skin, and darker sense of humor of one N'Jobu Aburame. Just like Yojo and the girl, he'd had his own monk to guide and escort to the rendevouz point. It seemed none of them were going to get through this without having to deal with some senile old man harassing them. "What's that smirk for? I thought you'd be happy to see me again, Jobu." Yojo said, stepping over to greet the former partner with a manly, muscular, and only slightly homoerotic, hand shake. "I heard you got promoted to Head Iryo-nin. I didn't take you for a medical-nin when we first met. Do they have you cooped up in some office space now doing paperwork?" Yojo asked, only teasing his friend(?) a tad. He knew how vital the medical-nin of Konoha were, being their Director was a vital job. He was happy for N'Jobu. Still, that didn't get in the way of what came next. Now that they were all here, they could finally get down to business. "Right! You kiddos are all here, so listen up!" the old monk Yojo had carried shouted, tapping his cane on the rock of the cave to get everyone's attention. Once all eyes were on him, he'd begin his short spiel. "These squatters may not know jutsu, but there's still a lot of them! They've been running a bandit ring for a few months now from their base in the temple ruins. Once we get there, you'll need to either scare them off so much they'll never come back, or get rid of them in the way you deem 'most suitable'... Please no killing though, it won't do to desecrate holy ground with blood shed by violence" the monk requested. Yojo nodded, and with his partners on the same page, would depart for the bandit camp for some much needed 'spring cleaning'


After a short while of hiking, Yojo, Sunadokei, and N'Jobu would come to a halt in front of the entrance to a shoddy looking camp built into the mountanside. There were pieces of worn down rubble, boulders tossed about, and plenty of other features lost to time. For a moment, the Uchiha wondered what this place might have looked in its prime, before its destruction to the legendary evil: the Akatsuki. Now that the three were there though, not having much to fear, they were free to get rid of these pests however they saw fit. "I'll sweep through the camp for the shock, you two follow up for the awe" he reccomended, looking to N'Jobu and Suna to make sure they were on the same page.

Faces watched from behind barricaded doorways and windows, holding spears and bows and other weapons. They had seen the three ninja approach, and knowing they were outgunned, were trying to hold a defensive position to keep the shinobi at bay. They were normal bandits, they didn't even have jutsu- hells, they looked poor and desperate, Yojo couldn't see any food or booty strewn about the center of the camp. Still, he had a duty, and right now that duty was to get rid of these highwaymen in one swift motion. So, reaching down for his Stalwart Companion, Yojo unsheathed his sword all at once, slashing the air in front of him, launching a large shockwave of Futon that whistled through the air. The green tornado that had formed flew forward, crashing into the camp and indiscriminately ripping through all the buildings and shantytowns like they were nothing, pulling them up into the air. A path of destruction laid in the wake, and all at once, the air was filled with screams of terror as the bandits scrambled to try and come to terms with what had just happened. Yojo, satisfied with the opening move, looked to his partners, "That softened them up. You both go in and make sure they flee in terror" he said, eager to capitalize on the opening attack. The defenders morale was already stricken by having a tornado destroy their camp, it would completely dissolve once Jobu and Suna committed to a more 'intimate' assault.

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Sunadokei was taken aback by the bluntness of the shinobi she met in the cave. She cupped her massive bust, grinning flirtatiously as she gave a teasing wink. "No, can't say that I am, Stranger. Ting was reassigned, Mission Assignment Committee needed her for something else. So I'm her replacement." Sunadokei's tone then quickly turned more serious as she gestured to the monk that she had been forced to have accompany her. "I brought with me Myaku-sensei here, as well as a wagon load of provisions the monks will need for the restoration. Seems their order wants to speed up the timetable on this project. So they had me moving supplies even before we cleared the place out." Sunadokei winked, giving a pop of her hips as she did. "Guess they've got total faith in us being able to clear this temple out."

Monk Myaku stepped forward, clearing his throat as he addressed both the other monks and the shinobi in the cave. "Miss Akimichi here is correct, if brash and boastful. Our order has total confidence the Hokage takes this matter seriously, and we have no doubt you'll have the temple grounds cleared by nightfall." He took a seat on a bench besides Yoshihiro's monk, and the two old pervs exchanged a knowing glance. Sunadokei just rolled her eyes, though she was at least happy everyone was on friendly terms.

She stepped forward, extending her hand for this Yoshihiro to shake. "Joe, of the Uchiha." She repeatedly, looking the tall stranger over. He had the Uchiha look about him, jet black hair and those piercing red eyes. "You'll have to explain the Joe part to me eventually, I don't quite follow." Sunadokei withdrew her hand as they finished their handshake, "And I am Sunadokei Akimichi, heiress of Makaro Akimichi, twenty third head of the Akimichi Clan." The curvaceous kunoichi placed a hand to her chest as she rattled off her full title, looking incredibly haughty for it. "The last thing I expected to meet out here was an Uchiha, your clan's nearly extinct isn't it?" That statement was perhaps a bit too mean, Sunadokei meant it more out of playful boasting. Her own clan was quite numerous, the Akimichi were prolific breeders after all.

As she finished, Sunadokei to face the other shinobi, this one she recognized. "N'Jobu Aburame?" She said in a puzzled tone. "They sent the Head of Health and Medicine on this mission?" She paused to think on it for a moment. "I guess Lord Kimura really does want this mission handled with the utmost importance." Sunadokei turned to face the caramel skinned Aburame, giving him a short bow rather than a mere handshake. "It would be my honor to assist the Head Iryo-nin in this mission." Sunadokei was, if nothing else, extremely buxom. Almost as important, she was exceptionally respectful of both her elders and those ranked above her in within the shinobi government of the village. She only hoped she could prove her respect through her competence. "You know..." She said simply, tapping a finger to her chin. "Three members of four of the Noble Clans, working together on one mission. A Hyūga isn't going to pop out any moment now and join us are they?"

Her joke was followed by the Yojo's monk chiming up, relaying his information to his shinobi assistants. Sunadokei nodded along in agreement, "Alright, no killing. Just broken bones and crushed spirits. And you're right old man. Killing just defiles this sacred place, besides, bandits should be brought to justice for their crimes. I say we don't just scare them off. We should capture them, we can tie them up with some rope from the wagon and I can haul them back to Konohagakure myself if I have to." Ultimately Sunadokei followed Yoshihiro's lead as he lead the rest of the team up to the mountainside. She looked down upon the ruins, scowl forming on her face. "Such a great shame we couldn't see the temple in its prime. But at least we will lay the foundation to see it restored." Sunadokei smiled at the Uchiha's instructions. "Well, I am pretty awe inspiring. Don't have too much fun down there 'Joe'." Her words were playful and joking, and she watched as Yoshihiro moved on ahead to carry out their plan of attack.

Sunadokei watched with arms crossed folded beneath her considerable bust as she watched the Uchiha's destructive display. "Wind Release. Hmph. I don't know about you N'Jobu, I'm not fond of wind." She raised her hands and performed the rabbit, fox, and dog seals. "Mud Wolves Jutsu!" She cried out, placing her hands on the ground as chakra flowed into the dirt at their feet. There was a howl in the air, as three wolves composed of mud formed around her as they 'surfaced' from the ground. Sunadokei petted the closest one on the head, and pointed to the camp. "I like Earth much more." With that she ran forward, throwing out the seal of the Ram, followed by the Akimichi special seal. "Human Bullet Tank!" Sunadokei bellowed, her  body inflating into a three meter wide sphere of dense flesh and muscle. Hard as a boulder and just as big, she tucked her limbs into her clothing and began to roll forward at high speeds, flanked by her wolf pack.

The Human Bullet Tank picked up speed quickly, bulldozing its way through the wreckage of the camp. Bandits formed into defensive ranks broke formation and fled, rather than stand their ground against the one woman stampede. Spears and arrows bounced harmlessly off the purple boulder, Sunadokei's skin hardened with Chakra to be as tough as iron. Panic surged through their ranks, and the Akimichi woman's mud wolves leaped onto stragglers, tearing their weapons from their hands and pinning them beneath their forelimbs as they snapped their jaws. Sunadokei wasn't moving to drive the bandits off, not that she had been specifically instructed to. Now she was trying to keep them coralled within the ruins of their camp. She didn't want a single one to escape, she wanted them to surrender. This way she could haul them back to Konohagakure to face the Hokage's judgement for their crimes. She didn't care how starved or downtrodden they were, banditry was a crime harshly punished under the Daimyo's laws.

Sunadokei kept up her assault, rolling a circuit around the perimeter of the camp. Even the step slopes of the mountain did little to deter her, with enough momentum she could roll surprisingly far up the slopes before coming back crashing down kicking up dust and rubble. Subtlety was not in the Akimichi playbook, and Sunadokei barely knew the meaning of the word. She was larger than life, in this case literally. And the destructive demonstration was her Human Bullet Tank should prove more than enough to put the fear of god into the hapless bandits. She rolled to a stop behind Yoshihiro, bumping him hard enough to knock him off balance before giggling and picking up her momentum again. Sunadokei was quite enjoying herself, it wasn't often she got to terrorize people with her Human Bullet Tank and get paid to do so. She was making sure she had as much fun with it as possible before the bandits surrendered. All that remained to be seen was what N'Jobu had up his sleeves. Probably bugs, with his clan it was always bugs it seemed. Sunadokei despised insects, save for butterflies and moths, and those of the Aburame were no exception.

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"What are talking about? What's more stealthy and ninja'like than making a huge tornado to carve a path of indiscriminate destruction?" Yojo quipped in response as N'Jobu made a remark about losing their element of surprise. Maybe if this mission were a tad more difficult he would have thought similarly, but seeing as how these were just normal people with not even a single ninja amongst them, Yojo didn't see much of a need to bother with clandestine operations. They were here to sweep these vermin out. They were bandits, murderers, killers, and most likely tax evaders as well- the worst kind of scum. Yojo watched thus with a moderate amount of glee and pride as his partners leapt into action in the wake of the opener he'd prepared for them. The Akemichi girl summoned some dirty wolves after commenting on how she wasn't a fan of Wind Release, she followed that up by inflating herself to a preposterous size and rolling away down the hill toward the bandit camp. N'Jobu, for his part, seemed content to fall back on his tried and true tactic of creating a shit ton of bugs and just watching people cry as they swarmed them. It was a tactic Yojo hadn't been on the receiving end of yet, nor would he want to. Medical ninja could be quite scary with their knowledge of the body and what can kill someone.

Yojo for his part, remained near the entrance of the bandit camp as he saw the duo dash and run around the ruined camp. He'd pick off any stragglers if they tried to make a break for the mountain path. Most of the bandits, at seeing the kind of level of shinobi they were up against, caved almost instantly. They must've been expecting more along the lines of Genin, green ninja who would have been in over their heads fighting a numerically superior enemy. Thankfully, so far as he knew, the only Genin here was Suna, and thanks to the somewhat more tempered experience of Yojo and N'Jobu, she was free to roll around as much as her little Akemichi heart desir-"OOF" the Uchiha grunted, stumbling away as a sudden thudding sensation in his side knocked him off balance. He blinked, looking back to see the rolly polly girl in question smirking at him. It seemed she was having an awful lot of fun terrorizing these criminals, so much so to go ahead and spook him in the process. He frowned, watching as she turnedback to finish off the remainers. N'Jobu had disappeared, likely to go kill some poor defenseless creature. Once the duo returned, he'd inspect the damage, see the unconscious or incapacitated bandits, and give a solid nod of approval. "Well. That almost wasn't worth the trouble of carrying the old geezers, honestly" he said, placing his hands on his hips.

He heard an 'ahem' sound form behind him after that. "He's behind me, isn't he?" he asked, before feeling a wooden sandal smash into the back of his head with a force that took him off guard. "You brats have no respect! NO RESPECT!" the monk yelped, hobbling over to where the three youngsters stood. He grumbled to himself, looking past the trio at the ruined bandit camp. At seeing the place cleared out, is temper seemed to simmer somewhat. "Good. Good that'll do it" he said, spitting something onto the ground. "Now that these squatters are taken care of, we can begin rebuilding the Fire Temple. It'll take time of course, but I have no doubt it would restore the pretige of this holy order of ascetics once again!" the monk proclaimed. Yojo gave a nod and a small smile at the affirmation. Still, there was one thing bothering him. "what about the bandits?" he asked, pointing to their unconscious forms. The elder frowned, thinking it over. "Bring them back to the village, lock them up. Just take them away from here" he ordered, causing the Uchiha to wince. "B-But it's hours away from the village and we can only carry maybe two at a time! You want us to make multiple trips?" he asked in dibelief. The old monk nodded, looking up to the three. "Yes that's it. Now get to it!" he ordered, bopping them all with his wooden cane.

With that, Yojo begrudgingly resigned himself to ferrying downed bandits to the village, imagining just how much he would've liked to go home and sleep. Even as a Chunin, he was still just a glorified errand boy it seemed. Some things never changed no matter the rank!

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[EXIT THREAD]

Total WC: 2441

• Completing C-rank Mission: 1500/1500
  
• Bonus WC for Mission Ryo: 900/900 (225 ryo)
  

525 ryo in total from mission rewards

Sunadokei felt N'Jobu join the fray, she could feel the tremors through the ground as his chakra insect swarms incapacitated more bandits. It made her skin crawl, she despised insects and was quite glad the Aburame was on her side. The battle was winding down to a halt, the bandits, having barely put up a fight after having their moral quickly shattered by Yoshihiro's tornado, were throwing up their arms in surrender.

The great round boulder of a woman rolled to a halt besides her Uchiha superior, and in a poof of smoke dispelled her jutsu and returned to her normal, absurdly curvaceous figure. Though she was looked a touch thinner, having used a good deal of chakra, and thus, calories, on her various jutsu. Sunadokei then performed her release seal, and her mud wolves let out a final howl as they faded away into dried flakes of mud. The bandits they'd been pinning were momentarily relieved, until an elastic arm from the Akimichi grabbed them by their shirt collars and tossed them into a heap besides their comrades.

"I think it was." Sunadokei said in response to Yojo, giving him a stern look. "It's always good to help your elders, it's common courtesy to show them respect. Even if some are pervy old men I can feel staring at my ass!" Her tone quickly shifted to annoyed, and she spun around to glare at the old monks, several of which averted their eyes. Sunadokei cupped a hand to her mouth, yelling over to N'Jobu "Yeah, I think that's all of them Aburame-sensei. Bring them over here and toss them in my bandit pile!" That was her unofficial name for the terrified men she'd herded into a heap with her Human Bullet Tank.

Sunadokei nodded along at the elder monk's word, giggling as he smacked her new friend with a sandal. "He's an Uchiha, elder-sensei, they're too proud for their own good. I'm sure rebuilding will take time, but I promise to help. Father says even the largest mountain must begin with the smallest stone. It'd do him proud knowing his daughter helped rebuild the Fire Temple." The Akimichi swore an ancient oath when they reached adulthood, vowing to forever defend both the village and the Nara and Yamanaka clans with their lives. In her own small way, Sunadokei decided helping rebuild the village's heritage qualified for the former.

The young Akimichi woman's brow furrowed in irritation at Yoshihiro's whining at what they were to do with the bandits. Sunadokei gave him a playful punch to the arms, followed by a cocky smile. "What's this 'we' nonsense Joe? You might only be able to carry two, but I can more than handle this." Sunadokei then performed the Ram and the Akimichi Special Seal, "Partial Multi-Size Technique!" she cried out, as her arms began to lengthen and expand. Totaling out at twenty meters long, her hands alone were five meters across.

"Some of our kekkai genkais are useful for more than just winning staring contests." Sunadokei said jokingly, her hands crashing down at either side of the bandits and wrapping tight around the men as she held them in her massive grip like a bundle of sticks. "See? Only takes me one trip, but if I'm gonna maintain this for hours, I'm gonna be starving by the time we get back to the village. So you can N'Jobu can split the costs and buy me dinner? Deal? Deal!"

Sunadokei didn't wait for an answer or give either shinobi a chance to refute her. She wasn't about to make multiple trips back and forth, and the monks had all the supplies they'd need for the night in the ox cart she'd had to haul. Sunadokei was more than ready to head home. She was already envisioning the one woman feast she'd be dining on at her teammates' expense. It would be the perfect way to end the day, rolling into bed stuffed to the brim, safe in the knowledge of another mission successfully under her belt.

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Word Count: 780 | Total Word Count: 3,570
C-Rank Mission: 1,500/1,500
Doubled Ryo: 1,200/1,200
Specialization Training:
Ninjutsu from B Rank to A Rank: 1,630/3,000+870=2,500/3000
Remaining Word Count: 3,570-1,500-1,200-870=0