Clean the Village! (M)

[wanizame]

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.

'I just need something to be a filler for now, before I move on and get to the more challenging good stuff. So what the hell will it be Fuji?

Fuji was an oddity even amongst the shinobi world as he stood strong like a powerful fortified Greek column in the main lobby of the Mizukage manor, while his spear mimicked his commanding presence. At the current time it was morning with a fresh dawn outlining Kiri's horizon, in spite of the early time the place was highly busy as Kirigakure was a hopeful village in a hard fought recovery mode. The village was trying to will its way from a gravitational chaos that lurked within arm’s reach, a chaos savoring the moment to push the water country over the brink towards destruction, desolation, and annihilation. Yet if one was unsure about the resolve of the people and didn’t know by now, it was that Kiri had a stalwart resilience, both shinobi and citizens alike. As all were doing their part to help rehabilitate what once was.

For the Hoshigaki it was at times a land he loved to hate, but simultaneously he carried a soothing affection of love for. Why did he have these mixed feelings? Because like usual goggling eyes rested upon the menacing hooded figure, whose colossal stature alone peaked the interest of the curious, it didn’t help that his hood was raised shadowing his face. Just for a second though if those eyes could see his expression their eyesight would lay on nothing more than a deadpan façade. Black holes that only could be described as eyes mundanely shifted across a cluttered mission board. He surely didn’t know what mission to pick and having freshly graduated from the academy six months ago he was searching for an activity that wouldn’t prove to be too meddlesome. He after all wanted to get into the swing of things, seeing as these missions would now become a permanent part of his brand-new lifestyle as a shinobi.

He no longer resided near the ocean’s edge anymore, he now was away from what he considered to be normal civilization amongst his fellow people, his real people ….the shark men. He left in search of attaining his own goals and ambitions that he was committed to accomplish. One of them being in the assisting in the restoration of Kirigakure. The mission his inky hue oculars had laid vision on was one that aided the village and was something he was more than capable of handling. As the people bustled about his vicinity, Fuji’s large gray arm reached up and made an internal contract to take on this assignment, from there he would set out to where the job informed him to rendezvous.

Moments later…..

'What the hell!? ....This is Kirigakure?'

Although a mild haze hindered the Hoshigaki's straightline vision, the area the shark man’s eyes would come to lay on looked like a apocalyptic war zone, it resembled a scene similar to Britain after the Germans had mercilessly bombed them. If the sight of broken buildings and wrecked streets weren’t enough to stir some emotions, then the god awful stench that lingered lazily didn’t just infiltrate an individual’s nostril, but it full on gorged one’s sense of smell as if it were a rhino or a wild boar could send any soul over the top scrambling to the nearest trash can. This putrid fragrance that painted the air was the sign of death, and what his optics laid sight to, were numerous motionless corpses. Despite the rancid odor and plethora of rotting carcasses, Fuji’s disposition outwardly remained unmodified, but the scene did give rise to a internal anger. An anger that would further fuel his journey for strength, never again would Mist be vulnerable, not while a certain humanoid shark still respired.

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As the large cowled cloaked figure continued to scan the shattered venue a voice broke his thinking and visual meandering. When Fuji had turned to glimpse at who it was speaking to him, it appeared to be a Kirigakure Chunnin in his early twenties decked out in the standard Kiri gear, with black shoulder length hair.

”I assume you’re here for the mission that was posted big fella? I’m surprised they sent one, but at least it looks like you can lift a house hehe. Yeah but the whole hood thing ….yeah, I’m going to need you to remove it. There’s no need to be secretive on an assignment such as this.” The nin finished his statement and stood by idly waiting for the removal of the hood. His blue orbs then shifted to the odd coloration of his skin or at least the anthromorphic shark could tell from his POV what the male across from his position was looking at.

Both hands of the Hoshigaki moved up slowly gripping the outer rim of his hood, prior to pulling it down revealing a abnormal guise. The man raised a single eyebrow as he seemed to question what he was seeing, then he spoke with a bit of surprise in his voice, ”So a Hoshigaki eh? I thought you guys were non-existent. I guess I can tell my son the shark men live. Though not to sound like you can’t take on such a job, but don’t you find this a little mundane for your taste? I heard you guys are built for war and well this mission is far from it.” Fuji determined this Chunnin was the type of human he didn’t like. He already had foregone a conclusion that his people were bloodthirsty monsters, what the man didn’t know is that many a Hoshigaki live on to be quite capable fisherman or scholars. However the stereotype held its truths as well as majority of his kind were fierce fighters for the most part.

”So tell me what it is I will be exactly doing?” The deep dark tone bellowed form fuji’s diaphragm. Instead of entertaining his small talk Fuji wanted to get to work, he was eager to start and eager to finish.

”Right! Well get use to this sight, the vision of death. These people all were a casualty of the war. I’m sure you may have lost someone dear to you. But yeah this is what it’s like, the life you pursue and the path you walk from here on out will be filled with death, no need to sugar coat shit. But what I am going to need you to do is move some bodies to that cart over there and help clean up some of this debris as well. If you have any questions, I’ll be near helping other squadrons and locals repair what was lost or destroyed.” And just like that the man Shunsin’d out of sight. Leaving a overwhelmed genin with the task of making chicken shit look like chicken salad.

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Fuji honestly didn't know where or how to truly kickoff this mountain of a task. As his blackened eyes swept the area they eventually stalled on a large splintered piece of wood. A slight bend of the waist and a  weak heave had put the broken timber over his shoulder, which he carried over to another cart that the Chunnin had forgot to inform him about. But on his way over to his destination he tripped over something? It was soft and fleshy, when his head angled down to take a look-see. The poor being that became a momentary point of interest was burnt to a crisp.

'Better him than me I guess.' A dainty smirk briefly appeared before subsiding to nothingness. Sure it was a immoral way of thinking, that most ethical minds would feel indifferent about. Fuck 'em. In the realm of the shinobi life morals can become tainted and emotional appeals can get you killed, which is why the Hoshigaki did his best to distance his self from both.

As he finally dropped off the piece of lumber, he turned to the decrepit and butchered vista with a thoughtful look upon his mug. A single thought had spurred his hands to artfully sequence into the necessary seal for a certain jutsu. Taking form out of the moisture within the misty air, a mirror image of Fuji appeared next to the genin.

'As they always say, It's better to work smarter not harder.' Both Fuji's shrugged and began to spilt the load, the authentic shark man would gather the dead bodies, while the clone did it's best with the scattered clutter.

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Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu (Water Clone Techqniue)
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary / Suiton Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Chakra: Mid
Special: Clone speed matches that of the user. Up to one clone can be made at a time, plus one more each time retrained. Explosion range covers 5 meters. For every 4 clones simultaneously detonated over an opponent, the effects of 'Water Prison' can be achieved without needing physical contact. Same 'Prison' effects apply.

Description: With this technique, the Suiton user is able to call upon aid from a perfect copy of themselves. Comprised purely of water, this clone retains the user movement speed and can share linked mental judgment. Best of all, physical strikes fixed on a point within their body will force it to break up into a puddle and join the mass below, able to avoid danger and regenerate anywhere the water exists. Finally, when defeated, the clone explodes into a blob of water that aims to take over the nearest opponent available. If found, the water envelops the victim whole, drowning them in the user's cursed water and setting up more attacks of the same nature.

Domain: Suiton.

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As the time would pass, and what had started out as a complete utter wreck, now turned into something that could be worked with, it was still a mess, but at least it went from shittier to shit. The dead bodies that once decorated the ground were now gathered and secured in the wagon cart nearby. A large black tarp covered over the decaying mound and thus had marked an end to the memories of the previous war. As for the debris and clutter, the clone had did a excellent job as the adjacent storage space was full to the brim with pieces of trash, bricks, wood, and whatever else junk that could be considered scrap.

As the fatigued genin, sat casually on a mound of rubble with both arms resting on top of his slightly bent knees. His neighboring clone would finally reduce itself to a liquid puddle as if it were a member of the Hozuki clan. When he looked up at the waning sun in the skyline, it had created a beautiful pinkish orange-ish lemonade cocktail, a sight that held drinkability because honestly that what life was all about right? The drinkable moments.

Soon the Chunnin would appear again and would seem slightly impressed, this conclusion driven by his next selection of verbiage, ”Good work. Not bad. Not bad at all for one man. Well that’ll be all today Hoshigaki. I’ll be sure to sign your mission report back in the office.” The Chunnin had started to make his exit, but turned to stop an exiting Fuji, ”Oh! By the way what’s your name?”
Fuji turned to the man and simply stated his given title, ”….Fuji.” With that the shark turned his shoulder and was off. He needed some rest after working such long hours and due to sustaining his clone for such an extended period of time. On top of that, he hated paperwork and would hold off filing his mission report until the morning. And just like that the 6’7” figure would vanish into the haze that blanketed the earth, but he would make sure that his next mission would not be that of a garbage man, he had talents that needed to be tested now.

[Exit/finished thread]