Public Volunteering pt.1 [P/M]

[Trigga]

Name: Garbage Man
Rank: D
Repeatable: Yes
Description: Konoha often times get filled with litter as it attempts to rebuild it's economy with bustling business. As such many different forms of trash can be found all about the village. Konoha is not known for being a dirty village.
Obective: Pick up trash around the village.
Reward: 25 EXP and 500 Ryo

Even as Hokage, the Uchiha knew his village wouldn’t be completely reconstructed without his help. As such he would take it upon himself to not only aid in the concentrated effort, but do so solely on his own. No Genryū, Koi, or Shōgenki would follow in his steps. Exiting the residence of the Hokage in which he previously occupied, a simple ballet of the hands beckoned forth a veil of smoke. As the dense column lifted and the air was devoid of its sallow stain, the scarlet-haired stood not. Yet in his wake, a man—much older and hair lit a dense blonde motioned outwards. Henge No jutsu facilitated his transformation and this would act as his shroud on his current endeavor.

“Guess I’m on trash duty today.” He announced to himself, strolling down the avenue which would lead him from his home and into the heart of the Hidden Leaf. His face unrecognizable, and the scruffy beard which was opposite to what his clear, blemish-less face previously looked like made navigating through the colonized streets all the more easier. Expectantly this would hinder his ability to complete the mission at hand. Difficulties would come almost absent and while his day would be messy, the end result was worth it.

Three areas of interest would make his day’s journey; the residential section, the market district and finally the village parks. And while all were spacious with numerous annals of debris and grim, it would be swift for not only was he a Shinobi, but a proud, youthful, and determined citizen who only wanted the best for his home. The day wouldn’t wait for him to begin and as such with a grand smile, he motioned out into the day.

[Trigga]

Residential District.

The first stop on my day’s escapade came as no surprise. Everything seemed comparatively intact and while my objective was to sanitize the vicinity and rid it of any residual fifth, I couldn’t help but to stop and smile. Everything was so peaceful, and with the afternoon sun looming overhead, and rather peacefully might I add, a sensation of content bliss overtook my frame. I almost forgot why I was even amongst the warren of finely decorative houses and modernization until I suddenly napped back into reality. Only remember remnants of how it was to once be a normal citizen, this guise that so effortlessly concealed my true identity allowed me to live in the past—if only for a day.

And with that, I headed onward. My back secured in the fine lime-green vest that identified me as a local volunteer while my right hand held a bag, and its counterpart a pointed stick. Rooming through the neighborhood, I simply did as I was expected to do—clean. My amethyst oculars were alert and every segment of rubbish I clasped easily. Tattered paper wrappers, news articles, and even unmentionables were discarded into my plastic prison and finally after some hours I had completed my first round—albeit the larger of the three respective areas.

With that, I emptied what I possessed and motioned to my next destination. I only stopped momentarily to gawk at the beauty which surrounded me for the time being. Tomorrow would be another day but at least today held some special importance to me.

[Trigga]

The Market District

While smaller in square footage, the Bazaar of the Hidden Leaf was by far the most populated which only added a factor of complication to my day’s task. I ventured into the unknown, ignorant to what I’d find but smile in the face of unawareness knowing where I was suppose to go. My identity still masked, and my intentions obvious to the populace due to my apparel, this round would be slightly easier to cope with in that regard. I knew my homeland, and my village was as recorded in my mind as my first time executing the Endan technique.

As such, I marked through the boulevards, crossed the avenues, and eventually found myself collecting a mass of recompose and other perishables. This wasn’t the most embarrassing thing in the world and after realizing I wasn’t the only one out on such a fall day doing the same task, it warmed my heart as Hokage. This was what being a Leader meant—leading by example and learning from those who were willing to teach. I know my area of expertise rested in the world of a Shinobi. Nonetheless strolling down the other occupations that helped make my job probable was truly inspiring.

After finally collecting what appeared to be all the trash from the bens that occupied the market district, my sense of time calculation had dwindled away. Before I knew it, night had reigned over the heavens and a soft yawn escaped my lips. Exhaustion had finally settled and after such a tedious day which the majority of my task complete, I could rest at ease tonight with a smile lit on my face. I’d take another shot at another mission tomorrow, for now I’d rest in my own bed. Turning, I waved off my fellow Konohagakure populace and made my way back to the Uchiha Distict.

[Trigga]

Name: Ramen, ramen, ramen!!!!
Rank: D
Repeatable: Yes
Description: The new Ichiraku Ramen shop is always bustling with business. As such, they often times run out of ingrediants and help with making enough ramen for their hungry customers. Run by only two people they occasionally need the assistance of the ever so energetic shinobi of Konoha.
Obective: Help the shop owners make and deliver ramen to their humble and hungry customers while they are out collecting ingrediants for more.
Reward: 25 EXP and 500 Ryo

Guess my services weren’t disregarded after all.

As I returned to my Office the subsequent morning, allowing the break of day to usher in through the unveiling of the blinds, the spring of warmth that showered into the interior graced my skin. Its heat resonating against the invisible pours that opened and allowed the residual sensation to complement their oblivious features. After a good night’s rest, I was completely reenergized and now I could continue into a tedious day of work—paperwork to be more precise. While my obligation for the afternoon yesterday was more acceptable, the title of Hokage did numerous boring things to the mind of its holder.

That was until however I was intercepted by my receptionist. Young, roughly only two years my senior she smiled at me rather charmingly. Follow such a warm welcome of a beam, she introduced an envelope to me. Accepting and scanning over its surface, a smile soon warmed my facial features as well. It seemed all my essential documentation was handled prior to my arrival, which gave me yet again, another free day. Maybe this was a sign to help the village once more under my disguise? Not reading too much into the intangibles behind such a fated transaction, I’d simply write it off as a lucky day.

[Trigga]

Stepping from the shadows of my own abode directly in the center of the masses, I smiled grandly. My hands once again sweeping across one another only to perform a single gesture, I was once again masked in a series of blotches which harmonized to form one single, compactly manifested cloud of white. More for theatrics then not, I simply concealed myself within the synthetic shroud for a moment or so. This would provide ample time for me to make to gauge how I would carry on with the day and complete my task in both a timely and enigmatic manner. After all I couldn?t afford to be sought out during my endeavor.

Finally emerging from the fortress of small clouds, I motioned into the open. Oddly enough no one was ever around when I reformed the Henge no jutsu. And while this was a surprise considering I ignorantly executed the technique in front of one of the busiest constructs in the village, I wouldn?t dismiss my blessing. Not today o ever for that matter and with my blonde hair falsely placed on top of my head, I motioned towards the the interior of the village to pick up my first batch of deliveries for the day. Commonplace it was to be asked to deliver goods around town, and it so happened that today?s host was known other then the famous Ichiraku Ramen?m personal favorite restaurant

After a moment or so, I came to a stop in front of the small shack and with an entry, I announced my arrival. ?I?m here t-to make deliveries as assigned by the Hokage?? I said timidly, giving off a false impression of timidity and as I was only a moment later handed the goods for trade, I soon made my way out into the village streets. If only I could eat on the job.

[Trigga]

My first stop was old lady Meme. A former Kunoichi of the Hidden leaf and now present head of one of our many floral shops, she was a gift to Konohagakure. It would be more of my pleasure to actually be graced with her presence as I made my delivery. Stepping through the streets, making haste while concurrently evading incoming traffic, I easily made it to her shop and without fail, made the exchange as she handed me ryo in return for her food which was by the way, promptly delivered. A hug was also a form of compensation which lit my face anew.

With the first objective out of the way, I could finally now make my way to old man Nichimaru. Also a former occupant of the military status, his reign as Jōnin has long since expired. Nonetheless this didn?t discredit that an afternoon with him filled the minds of all curious citizens with stories of the past and how his missions turned out. An inspiring man to ever meet for one who ever wanted to pursue a career as a Shinobi. In my earlier years, I could recall myself actually sending hours a day listening to his tales. This only made our exchange even the more acceptable and with his ryo now in my confines I smiled as I waved him off.

That would do it for the day and with both my deliveries fulfilled, I could return to the Hokage?s residence and actually rest for once in a while. Truth be told, I was never one to truly decline help when needed and though I did it beneath a veil of clandestine, that didn?t take away from my own personal reward?a mental state of happiness. Maybe later on I?ll do another mission or two, just to help with our economy. War was a terrible thing and really put a dent in the global financial system. If I had the time at least.

[Messatsu!]

+60

[Trigga]

Name: So you wanna be a ninja?
Rank: D
Repeatable: Yes
Description: The Chuunin teachers at the academy are nearing the final stretch. The young trainees are soon to be shinobi. Come to the academy and share your stories on being a shinobi and see if the young ones are cut out for their future destiny.
Obective: Speak about the world of the shinobi in the academy.
Reward: 25 EXP and 500 Ryo

Today’s events would only lead me to doing something I only felt was necessary as the reigning Leader of the Hidden leaf. While not overly complex or stimulating physically, it would give dire insight to the world of a Shinobi, and truly enlighten (“At least to my expectations”) the youth that would ultimately continue what my forefathers wanted, as well as myself; peace. Nothing atypical about, and words easily explicable, my objective for this mission was quite effortless and without the use of hands, but a lexis, I would complete it both promptly and contentedly.

I made my way down the busy streets of the Konohagakure construct. Perceptibly shrouded behind my alter-ego of sorts who I finally found a more suiting name of “Soi” to express his demeanor. My blonde locks falling face-first over my forehead, strands of the yellow-tinged mess clouding portions of my light blue hues. The art of Henge No jutsu was a rather functional technique to say the least and while simplistic and among the three skills that all graded Shinobi held, it was useful and allowed me to do things as a Hokage I didn’t have the luxury of pursuing.

As Soi, roaming through the village was as simple as moving through the forests of the Fire country. No one cared to stop and inquire about my evenings, and only nature knew my true intentions. My eyes saw clarity without the activation of the crimson fates that had predicted the end to many in the past. The Sharingan was a beautiful birthright only entrusted to he cream of the crop—the Uchiha’s finest. As Hokage and more importantly, a member of such an esteemed clan, it was not only my obligation, but my honor to continue safeguarding the treasured visual prowess that encrypted my eyes.

[Trigga]

The sky was lit a vibrant blue as the clouds complemented its hue with a tint of sallow white. The pavement was etched with a sensation of tan and the wooden and metal constructs that merged to form the bulk of all the buildings and shacks were all but fleeting in the eyes of their savior. My duties to the village were rather simple, yet complex all in the same regard. I was entrusted with the obligation to protect not only the people of the Hidden Leaf, but the Will of Fire which guided us. A hard tedious task to say the least. Nonetheless it would stay accomplished. I refused to come up short in comparison to my predecessors.

Moving towards the Shinobi Academy, I was expected to share a story with them—one that spoke in high regards to Soi’s accomplishments. A first glance this seemed rudimentary and almost like lying—which is was theoretically. Nonetheless I’d try my best to realte this false sense of legend to my own personal conquests. While all weren’t revolved around the shedding of blood and the spilling of sorrow, it followed the same principle of trial and error. I was never considered a truly exceptional Uchiha despite what I’ve achieved up until this point. Every fiber of my strength came not without the sheer commitment that I held so close to me.

I was but only a several moment stride from the building in which I was expected to speak in. The students there were most likely the lively preachers of the youth whose sole dream and aspiration would guide them safely into the realm of Hokage. If so, I’d promote their wishes and help hone their craft so that one day they’ll be able to live out their dream like I was so luckily enough to.

[Trigga]

Finally I arrived, though well on time and with minutes I spare, I did little to avoid the entrance. As expected of fine Konoha Shinobi, I was questioned upon my arrival in regards to my admission and with a false smile and even falser words with a true mission; I was allowed entry into the vital building within the Hidden Leaf. Easier than I expected, the treasured emblem of my village’s lineage that rested on my forehead was most likely the leading factor that allowed me to move with such stealth unnoticed. Luckily for me, the Hitai-ates didn’t have tags which traced them back to their original carrier.

I made my way into the lobby, and was greeted humbly by a few of its attendants—the populace still ignorant to my true face as it appeared as nothing more than a shadow to their obvious eyes. I finally motioned down the corridor which would eventually lead me to the expansive room that I formerly sat in as a student—now looking back on the fact as a teacher. Retrospection at its finest and a smile emerged truthfully on my lips as I entered to a face full of eager and youthful academy students. What a blissful moment.

After almost an hour of time passing and my stories branching off unpredictably into three or four more sub articles, I smiled faintly as I knew it my time to leave. “Bye everyone and remember, strive for what you believe in,” were my final words; and while they came from a fake face, the voice and spirit behind them came from a real person—a person who cared. It was time to head back to the Hokage’s tower and either relax or take on another mission. Truthfully, I had done much in the past few days, but I was readily fervent to do more.

[Trigga]

Name: Tag Part I
Rank: D
Repeatable: Yes
Description: Some kids weren't cut out to be shinobi, as it happens from time to time. However those whom failed from the academy still has their training with them, and they refuse to do nothing with it. Using their abilities they have been putting grafiti all over Konoha. Help clean off the grafiti marked within Konoha.
Obective: Clean the village.
Reward: 25 EXP and 500 Ryo

Chuki thought to herself as she strolled down a crowded corridor within the village. Casually being struggled around in the immense populace she continued to find her own way in the world of shinobi and government involvement. The whole idea of causing commotion didn't sit well within her mind, and while doing her best to hold a solid composure, the end result wasn't anything good, and if she was caught as she suggested to herself, then what would she tell her parents? She ruined her only chance to be something better because some stupid boy up her up to he task?

Something also beat away at her mind, and the thought sent a chill down her stomach and spine as anger built wildly in her mind. What if she and the others got captured by the village patrol, and Kishoku got away somehow? He was known to be extremely cunning, and when it came down to it, he would put his mother on the chopping block before himself. That selfish brat she thought to herself, grumbling beneath her breath as she continued on.

Just wanting to stop this mess would be good enough, but as screams and profound language echoed off in the distance, Chuki knew exactly what happened, the others were already beginning their reign of village terror and currently she was behind. What could she do, and how would she do it? Looking around, the sight of a small fruit stand was visible, and unattended, a basket of apples rested. THATS IT! She was going to steal them and eventually toss them at people. Ingenious she thought. Something not as bad, but bad enough to get her some reputation.

Stepping towards the fruit nervously, something displayed in her eyes keenly. It was obvious she was going to do something, the guilt was plastered on her face and such a fate was something she couldn't get away from. Nonetheless, she had to do it, and do it soon. Finally approaching the stand, she smiled meekly, attempting to reach her hand over until a shadow dawned over her head and before she could turn around an "Ahem.." signaled. YEEP! Someone had caught her. Turning around slowly, she smiled halfheartedly and uttered.

"Hell mister.." She knew she was caught, and before being taken away she explained the situation, and instead of being sent to the Hokage's office for punishment, she was released and warned if she was caught again, she would be caught. Nonetheless, who captured her? Strands of red were visible as the vigilante motioned away, towards the direction of the commotion and before someone could identify him, he was gone.

[Trigga]

A crowd formulated outside a small pet store, and before they knew what hit them, the door busted wide open, and rushing outside the doors, a series of animals, all varying in size were released and dispatched into the public as the crowd panicked in a wild frenzy, attempting to flee and standing behind the animal, a boy with dark charcoal hair smiled, patting his hands off and holding a devious snicker to follow his march outside the store. The manager following behind.

"Tch.. Too ea--" Before he could continue, the boy's statement was prematurely halted as he rushed out the sotr, barely evading the incoming broom sweep from the manager who grunted in annoyance as he peered on the perpetuate fleeing the scene. It was odd, he was to o old to keep up with the boy, but felt like he could do anything with his blood pumping so fast. Nonetheless, before he could sigh contently, a red blur emerged unscathed, flashing pass the owner and eventually chasing down the boy ahead.

He was home free, or so he thought as he turned his head, smiling, only to find himself begin forced to the ground by none other then Uchiha Ryusuke himself who currently took it upon himself to stop the 4 cell unit terrorizing the village. Unlike Hana, this boy showed no regret or hesitation, and as such wouldn't be allowed to roam freely without punishment. Tying the back of his hands with steel wire, and handing him over to the local enforcement, they thanked him, and the Uchiha would move on to his next task.

[Trigga]

Stepping down the halls, asking directions from a nearby employee of the institute, Moku was soon directed to the Head's office office. Though he didn’t leave before letting the inadequately dressed woman what he thought of her attire, concluding in a smug turn and strut off; women were so self0indulgent as well as sensitive today.

After three minutes, maybe more or less, the dark-haired Greenhorn teacher found himself at the entrance to the Headmaster’s office. After a few investigation, as well as some mole information, it was brought to the Detective’s attention that the person who lingered in this administrative center was involved one way or another. His mission was simple; find out what way. And with that, and a simple ‘Knock’, the man waited outside. Nonetheless, while he waited so patiently, he reached into the inner confines of his coat, rambling fleetingly.

Following behind the new instructor who seemingly hated the job he was going to receive, Kishoku was smiling greedily. His task, his stunt was simple. Attack one of the instructors who held him back for so long. Though Moku wasn't one of those types, and surely wasn't even around last school year, he would do to make a point, and as such he motioned forward, a small knife in his hand as he approached with a callous intent. "Gotcha." Kishoku's eyes widened after realizing he was disarmed and caught in the grasp of Uchiha Ryusuke who just as easily crawled up on him as he did the new teacher. Before Moku was informed and turned around, the two were gone, and he sighed annoyed. Ryusuke had already fleed with his target and soon made his way towards the Hokage Tower.

[Messatsu!]

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[Trigga]

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