Peel Off [M]

[Shisen]

Clean the Village!
Rank: D
Ninja needed: 1-3
Mission info: The village is in shambles. Trash litters the streets, buildings lay broken, and the bodies of fallen warriors decay openly in the roads. A team of shinobi is needed to clear the debris and gather the dead.
Special Info: Can be repeated five times

Another day gone and another day on it's way in. Small steps would lead Eroushi swiftly through the "streets" of Mist. Eyes bouncing from one place to the next - a weak frustrated grin worn - before his sight would fall to the trash bag dragged behind him clenched in his right hand. It wouldn't be long before a grim sigh swept through him. There wasn't much he could've been feeling at this one point in time. The very look in his eyes, his lips would part; nothing but a murmur and his eyes would close to a spontaneous discomfort beneath his foot.

"Absolutely RIDICULOUS..." he'd speak, obviously disturbed with the fact that he'd taken it upon himself to "clean the village" for somewhat of a Positive. Nonetheless, he'd make his way to lifting his foot for a single moment to grab the damp paper bag he had stumbled across. It would be fine fine in his eyes had this been the only thing out of place in the picture... However, things were a bit more complicated. For a while now this area itself had looked like a battlefield of sorts. Paper damn near everywhere he'd turned his hazel eyes.

It was Kirigakure after all however. The name itself was just as famous as any other and dear did they live up to the name. To pin point what these people actually lived for was impossible while Eroushi on the other hand, had it completely figured out for himself. There was that spark in his mind that set him off. Taking his left hand swiftly through his bangs he had stepped forward to continue his work. As long as he breathed Kiri would be in just a bit more Luck is how he saw it. The damp grin beneath his nose turning into a smirk and soon after a determined smile. There wasn't much more time to complain where there was cleaning to do.

Was there even another soul in Kiri on the same plane as he himself? A bare question that surely crossed his mind several times already. One that he truthfully didn't even need the answer to at this very time; but what would the world be without curiosity? Cloudy thinking, the Genin would clear his throat before spitting to the dirt below. The trash bag he'd been lugging around just barely in growth but now over his shoulder. Tiring wasn't exactly the word but boring seemed as though it would clog the pipes. What trees lay before him stood but so tall to shout for the heavens. The very though taking his left to the crucifix about his neck, his eyes would fall.

"How much longer...?" he'd ask, blatantly only chuckling after doing so. Dear sarcasm, no? It was obvious he had done a bit more, but not much and as he would, complains of bringing it to an end.

[Shisen]

Why would he turn back now? Regardless of the fact that he'd been laid up against the same tree for at least ten minutes now. Legs crossed, hands behind his head and thoughts of the only Hot shower pouring through his mind even faster than he could breathe. It wouldn't be long before he realized he had to be FINISHED with his work here before he could make his day dreaming into a marvelous reality. With a snap of the fingers Eroushi would meet balance in no times. Arms pushed to their extents for a decent stretch before he placed his attention to the trash bag at his feet only to lift it back to his shoulder and push off.

He wreaked as far as he knew. The bag in his grasp beginning to show its true potential... It was indeed "trash" now and dead in Eroushi's grasp for the latter of the Mission. He had yet to reach the point where he'd be forced to gag and as assumed, he wouldn't get a chance to get that far dealing with this. This Genin was at the top of his game, no time to waste and nothing to look back on. Paper, old food, dead plants... all this would cross the boy's sight before the night was over and no matter how annoying it had been to see how ungrateful people were for the village in which they lived, it summoned this warm feeling deep in Shi's pit.

"Damnit this feels good!"

Rambling. He'd even took the time to drop the trash bag not only to throw a fist to the air but to actually attempt to "feel good." It was worth the moment however. The bag had been opened of course and all that was tossed to the bottom was now at the top and all that could be done was more picking up. The anger had by far grown in depth - but there were these little things here that forced him to stray from the quick and easy road he had decided to take on. Still, it was only a matter of time before things were finished. Yes, he'd frozen himself in terms.

His fist still pumped high and the eyes of Kiri residents falling for him as if he'd been a fool. Realizing it wasn't the most embarrassing part however. It was more of having to pick up what he had let so ungraciously tilt over. Clothes dingy at this point, he had kneeled for the dirt. One hand after the next would be the method taken for cleaning up the filth before him. But a few short moments would pass and the deed would be done. His mistake was no longer a mistake - though he smelled like one now. The stench was unbearable per say... Children passing along with parents even clenching their noses. A grin would take Eroushi again, eyes falling low before he'd moved on.

"Bull..."

[Shisen]

Time and time again, this day wasn't looking to get any better as far as he kept on at this rate. In the fatigued commission he'd met, there was no more carrying the trash bag but simply dragging it wherever he needed only hoping to the best that it didn't tear open. One way or the next he'd be getting something of an earning when this came to an end and with such said would the Genin be on his way. The feeling had gotten awkward, being stared and glared down by the people around him. It was beginning to boil his blood to the furthest extent, he'd spit and probably melt the shit out of whoever stood in front of him at the time. It could only be assumed however.

Jaw tightening as he continued trying to push the disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind but it never ceased to poke him. Over, and over... and over again. So many eyes on him as if he could read minds by looking to the back of their skulls. It was quite surprising the Genin held on to himself this time. By the dead look in his eyes one could tell he was incredibly close to letting the residents around him get a nice slice of his mind to set them straight. It was never polite to point nor stare after all... so where the HELL were their manners eh? Swallowing however, Eroushi would make way to a rather large garbage bin and with haste, take his arm through the air to toss his "collection" aside.

Surely he had done a nice job for his first time... It was actually his first time. Just for a moment or so he had stood idle. Just watching his fellow Kiri beings go about their business. Those with respect would toss their unwanted belongings to a dirt pile or trash bin and those who cared for nothing but themselves you could say, would toss it straight to the floor - yet each and every time had this determined Genin unleashed his fury on... well the trash. In the end, he would be left to pick it up himself and put it where it truthfully belonged not to mention the fact that this was just wherever he could actually see 'as far as he could see.'

The process would be but repeated a small number of times and come a small moment where he reached for his pockets, hands moving smoothly through his pants, he'd grab what needed be; parchment, and take a quick gaze at it's contents. All the information containing his mission detail - it was about time.

"Now for that shower."

Mission Complete

[♚ aurora]

30 EXP @ Shisen