1 Corrupted Cleric and the Flood Victims [C-Rank, Solo] Fri Jul 19, 2013 6:51 pm
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Daraku held a usual happy grin on his face as he left the Ishido Castle on his next mission. It was a somewhat important one, only a C-Rank but people's lives depended on it, so it was enough. Why did he want to save lives? He didn't. It was just that since people could die, he would be getting paid more. It was a very well-paying C-Rank, a generous sum of Ryo that he lusted after. This would be a synch; he simply needed to help a small village that was recently flooded to rebuild. He'd be playing the classic healer, saving people with his medical expertise, blah blah blah. It would take four days total, so when he felt he was sufficiently prepared, he passed through the gates of Sunagakure, ready for whatever may come.
The village was near the coast of Suna, not too far from the village that he had saved from marauders. He doubted he would see any familiar faces, of course, as it was still a separate village, but this would make him widely known as a savior of sorts. He welcomed this wholeheartedly. He wasn't kind, or helpful, or anything like that, which by default made him not a savior, but if he became known as one, there would be respect and power that came with it. Respect and power are two things that are directly connected to wealth, of course, so he was fine with it. His trek through the sands of Kaze no Kuni continued on, until finally he arrived at a small hamlet that was destroyed, for the most part. A decrepit gate, buildings without roofs, flooded streets, the works. He had arrived.
A group of villagers standing near the gate greeted Daraku with happy tidings, upbeat tones and grateful words. They led him to the village leader, and Daraku was surprised to see a man that looked strikingly identical to Yuro, leader of the neighboring village that was attacked by marauders. "Yuro? You're the leader of this village, too?"
"Yuro? You're thinking of my brother. I'm Tokami." Daraku rolled his eyes, and gave Tokami a half smile.
"Now, where do I get started?
"I'll take you to the medical tents." Tokami replied, before walking off to the southeast. Daraku followed, toying with his uchigatana's hilt as he walked.
Mission Word Count:
400/1,000
The village was near the coast of Suna, not too far from the village that he had saved from marauders. He doubted he would see any familiar faces, of course, as it was still a separate village, but this would make him widely known as a savior of sorts. He welcomed this wholeheartedly. He wasn't kind, or helpful, or anything like that, which by default made him not a savior, but if he became known as one, there would be respect and power that came with it. Respect and power are two things that are directly connected to wealth, of course, so he was fine with it. His trek through the sands of Kaze no Kuni continued on, until finally he arrived at a small hamlet that was destroyed, for the most part. A decrepit gate, buildings without roofs, flooded streets, the works. He had arrived.
A group of villagers standing near the gate greeted Daraku with happy tidings, upbeat tones and grateful words. They led him to the village leader, and Daraku was surprised to see a man that looked strikingly identical to Yuro, leader of the neighboring village that was attacked by marauders. "Yuro? You're the leader of this village, too?"
"Yuro? You're thinking of my brother. I'm Tokami." Daraku rolled his eyes, and gave Tokami a half smile.
"Now, where do I get started?
"I'll take you to the medical tents." Tokami replied, before walking off to the southeast. Daraku followed, toying with his uchigatana's hilt as he walked.
Mission Word Count:
400/1,000