Intervention. [P][DE][M]
Oct 18, 2011 16:52:31 GMT -8
Post by Shinryu on Oct 18, 2011 16:52:31 GMT -8
Name: Friendly intervention!
Rank: C
Ninja needed 1-3
Mission info: A group of thugs have been terrorizing the village streets at night, making them no longer safe for those who walk during the midnight hour. They've been said to lurk near the market district so starting there is your best bet. Permission to use force is given, but do not underestimate them, they may not be shinobi but they will more than likely be armed. Bring them to justice!
Rank: C
Ninja needed 1-3
Mission info: A group of thugs have been terrorizing the village streets at night, making them no longer safe for those who walk during the midnight hour. They've been said to lurk near the market district so starting there is your best bet. Permission to use force is given, but do not underestimate them, they may not be shinobi but they will more than likely be armed. Bring them to justice!
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] Into ruin, I am sinking... Hostage of a nameless feeling! |
To be perfectly honest, I'd had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach from the moment I selected the mission scroll. Perhaps it had been my naivety to think that I was no longer on their radar; that they had abandoned their chase for me. It was foolish, but I was young, and hopeful... Too hopeful... There were thugs out terrorizing the market district. The description said that they weren't ninja, but then again, I couldn't be sure. There were plenty of things out at night, as I'd found out to my misfortune. But I was foolish. Of course I had to go and stop them. If not me, then who? Would some other poor genin fall prey to the yakuza? And what then? A funeral to attend, and some hollow words, and another name engraved into the memorial stone... I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight them yet; I wasn't good enough to beat them, but I had to try. I couldn't let them take my pride from me... It was all I had left. I tied my headband tight around my forehead, and made sure my obi was tight as well. My senbon launcher was armed and loaded, and my pouch was full of replacements, as well as the other tools I might need, explosives and wire. I made sure that my katars and rope darts were holstered at my sides, and I even took the time to tie my hair back as I stood in front of the mirror in Yuuki's father's room. I stared into the eyes of a child who was struggling to grow into a man; trying desperately to be someone that I could be proud of. I wanted to be someone who could make a difference in the grand scheme of things. It was all I'd ever hoped for, and here I was, fighting to become that very person, and to shoulder the burden that came with it. Why was I so conflicted? Maybe it was because I'd never faced the reality of it all before. I'd gotten a taste that night, but I had been a coward... I'd fled like the child I was. Had anything really changed? I tried to tell myself that I had the resolve to face my fate, but truthfully half of me just prayed that they'd forgotten about me... I swallowed the lump in my throat that had risen without my noticing, and felt the knot in the pit of my stomach grow tighter. The coward in me wanted nothing of this, but I'd come too far already to just give in at this point. The mission needed doing, and it would get done, one way or another. Come hell or high water, I would deal with whoever was responsible for this, and anyone else who dared to come along. It was that resolve that lead me down the staircase, and out to the street, against all logical thought. I had to banish all fear, and summon up what pride remained within me. I was a fighter, and I would die a fighter if I had to. Better that then to live a coward. Better death than to live forever afraid. "Let them come... Let them try..." made by renni |