Menial labors, hardly the things that you would first think of when it came to the glorious name of the Uchiha, but nevertheless that was what he was being forced to do, much to his behest. He despised the fact that he was being forced to run around like the toady of the village, but at the same time, he had to admit that if he did these things now, they wouldn't need doing later and, after all, no matter his combat experience he had never gotten out of being a genin and thus people still saw him as little more than a child. He was 24, he thought bitterly, he should be trusted with better missions than this, but whatever he thought didn't matter. On paper, he was still a genin, still little more than a basic ninja, and that was all that mattered to the ruthless think-tank of the village. It was this very reason that, rather than being sent to protect the village, he was being sent out to the Hokage's building, the building that would one day be his, with a paintbrush and a can of whitewash and told to paint the thing. He was having to paint what would one day be his own offices, this felt silly and demeaning, but like he had said many times, he was unable to complain, that was just how the cookie crumbles in a world like this, and what made it worse was the fact that he couldn't blame them. After all, if people were having to do this, why send some of your high-ranking officers? It was, basically, work for children but they were too busy working in the academy. Oh well, he thought with a resigned sigh, it was time to get onto working.

The day was a little unpleasantly warm and sticky as he worked with his brush, his shirt sticking to his chest with the sweat that the beating sun was forcing out of his pores. He could feel the sweat going against the forehead protector, and quite honestly that felt disgusting. It was like wet cloth sticking to his face, which should be relaxing, but simply knowing that you were being relaxed by your own bodily juices being forcibly pressed back against your skin seemed repulsive to him, it almost made him shiver. It was like he was being rained on, but only around his particular area, In fact, as much as he hated rain, he would have almost welcomed it to try and cut off some of the heat. Still, he had no other choice to work until his job was done and thus put his abilities to the task. He was a fast fighter, and thus he was a fast everything... apart from that. He moved at a speed non-ninjas would have found hard to recognize, dipping, painting, moving along and dipping again. Repeating that to nausea was how he spent his next few hours, continuing to work doing the most menial things for the village.

When he was finally done, he felt weak. Not because he'd exerted himself too much, but because he'd worked through too much of his body's natural water and was thus feeling dehydrated. Whilst the fast movement had allowed the job to go much quicker, it had also been more strenuous which had caused him to sweat more and thus go through even more water than he would have normally. That dehydration was almost intoxicating to him, the clan was filled with fire chakra and thus they felt even more hot than most people, which meant they needed more water to maintain a normal body heat. Without it, they were in danger of losing consciousness. In fact, he almost felt like he was going to pass ou... and there he went, face down on the dirt floor.

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