Fishing Disruption [M]

[Z]

Fishing Disruption
Rank: D.
Shinobi Required: 1-3.
Mission Information: A collection of fisherman on the coastal western edge of Kaze no Kuni has been struck with a flu epidemic. They cannot figure out what has caused it, but are now dangerously short on workers that they need the job. If they can’t get enough fish soon most will starve and those that won’t will lose everything, however small, they own due to the poor numbers.
Special Information: Repeatable. As always when travelling outside the safety of the village, be on your guard.
Reward: 25 EXP & 500 Ryo.

He was well prepared. Sat cross-legged in the middle of his small apartment each and every weapon he owned was placed in front of him spaced in such a way that each was easily distinguished from the other. His most proud possession, of course, was his trusted spear that was the basis for his success in the academy and what he would continue to perfect throughout his life - hoping to become the greatest wielder of the weapon anyone had ever known. A smile couldn't be contained as he looked over his trusted weapon, although many faces had come and gone throughout his life, the closest of which being his deceased parents, this spear was always by his side and he hoped it always would be. Even if it became necessary to upgrade it eventually to further increase his power it was an important part of his life.

Perhaps more importantly it was a big part of this mission as well. Each individual weapon was placed carefully into his weapons pouch before standing up and fitting it behind his left thigh. His favourite purple scarf that had been given by his mother was next to be placed on his body as it was fitted around his neck. Finally, the trusted spear was placed with the point facing down onto the strap on his back, his normal outfit of grey-zipped hood and black shorts completing the ensemble. With this he exited ready to go to the home of the fishermen.

The dusty streets of the Sand passed by with each step as Zorishi's hands entered his pockets, a somewhat casual stroll that didn't match his eagerness to begin to prove himself as a genin. Upon reaching the gate simple papers were shown to the ANBU guards which allowed his passing allowing him to head towards the outer rim of the country - a privilege that he had never had before, at least by himself. This vast land was one of desert with sand constantly being blown into eyes and other orifices through the constant wind. To make it a less annoying journey the scarf was pulled up further over his face to where only the eyes and above were visible. At the very least this prevented sand from entering the nose and mouth.

A somewhat tedious walk and about an hour of time brought Zori to the home of these fishermen, an area slightly different with forestry and vegetation making up the terrain, a couple of lakes being a feature as well. Several homes had been built out of wood which contained the various sickness-stricken workers. With a bit of hesitation and tying his scarf a bit tighter to avoid the germs the boy knocked on the closest of the bunch, a small wooden home with one window on each side more resembling a cabin than anything else. After a couple seconds of waiting the door would open, a man of about 40 or so being the resident. Z took the chance to speak before the man could question him.

"I am Zorishi Krupa, genin of the hidden Sand. I've been sent here to catch fish for you and your comrades whilst you are unable." He spoke somewhat loud through the fabric of his scarf but still his words were a bit muffled through it. The man understood clearly, however.

"Ah..thank you lad, we were just beginning to wonder if we'd get any help at all. I won't keep you here long, we simple need enough to keep us held over for 3 days at most. 15 fish should do it," his words came between bouts of coughing, but were straightforward enough. A mutual understanding and nods were enough to let each other know that Z was up to the task.

"I'll be an hour at most don't you worry!" with happiness the boy scurried towards a lake located around 100 meters deep into the forest, ready to begin collecting the fish.

[Z]

50x50 meters was the size of the beautiful lake, wildlife making their home here and the few beams of light that peaked through the trees reflected nicely from the water showing the occasional fish swimming through those areas of light. For now Zorishi was stood no more than a foot from the eastern side of the lake with his eyes tracking the various fish that traveled through the particular beam of light directly below. It was a great place to get started.

“No time to waste!” Immediately the genin would reach with his right hand to the handle of the spear to remove it from his back, the point facing towards the water and his left hand well in front for momentum. Delicate timing was needed in order to both get as many fish as possible in one try and also to stop the rest from descending to a point in the water where they would be uncatchable. This meant that precision was the name of the game, precision, speed, and timing – simple enough.

Left foot planted into the ground before continuing, intense concentration before his eyes lit up, an opening. In a split second his spear was heading towards the water – the surface area almost staying the same with a very minor splash such was the precision of the weapon. The goal was quite easily attained here as the first fish connected with the point, its body sliding further up due to the momentum of the strike until it was positioned at the very end of the handle where the hilt met the metal. This was not the end however, before the other fish could make their escape there were several more strikes of the spear; two, three, four, five fish making their new temporary home the speak of Zorishi.

Removing the spear from the water whilst the rest of the fish had made their escape going several meters deeper Zori admired his work, perfect cuts straight down the middle of each one which would make cleaning and cooking them much easier. The fish were removed and placed neatly in a row 15 meters away from the lake on the ground unmoving having met their fate – it was about survival after all and this was their unfortunate role in the food chain in such an area.

After securing the fish and cleaning the blade Zori turned back towards the lake needing a second plan to capture the required amount, still ten to go. The fish were out of range of his spear and diving in with only the spear would be more than difficult as combating them in their natural environment was a potential disaster as they knew who their pursuer was by now. This could only mean one thing – a disguise and trick strategy through the transformation technique..but what. Anyone observing the boy from the outside looking in would see an intense concentration as his head was tilted downward and his eyes were closed, this was the sign of a genius at work.

‘That’s it!’ the hoody, shirt, and scarf were all removed leaving a bare chested Zorishi as his plan was about to be set into action. “Transformation Jutsu!” with a release of chakra and a cloud of smoke moving itself from his location his clever ruse was revealed. Now resting on the upper lip of Z was a full moustache that would hid his identity from any suspecting fish or humans who walked by. With a full smile and spear in hand a can opener dive was made into the lake, a quick descent allowing a second meeting with the school of fish who seemed unthreatened by this new person in the water though he looked vaguely familiar.

A flurry of spear strikes changed this for them as ten more fish had fallen victim to the spear of Zori making their way about three feet down the handle. Mission accomplished, with a big splash the boy ascended from the water performing two front flips in the air before sticking a perfect landing on the same ground where he had dived in. The grin returned to his face as his clothes were put back on and the other five fish were picked up and carried with the forearms preventing them from falling to ground with the rest of them retaining their positions on the spear, back to the hut it was!

[Z]

*Knock knock

Zorishi's feet were used to notify the fisherman that he had returned from the fishing trip, the door opening and the man having a look of joy come to his face through the paleness the flu, his features lighting up as each fish was placed on the table in the middle of the room. After all fifteen were placed the spear of Z was put back in its usual place with the point facing down on the strap on his back, job well done.

"Thanks lad, I'll get to cleaning and cooking these right away, we are forever in your debt," the fisherman's words were well received with a shared smile between both, a question still was with him though. "When did you grow that mustache though? I don't remember you having it when you got here.." a look of embarrassment from Zori as he had forgotten to change back to his normal form, a hasty reversal of his henge bringing him back to normal with laughs coming from both of them - happiness all around.

"You're welcome, just be sure to get better!" the genin waved before closing the door behind him and making his way back towards the village, his first mission behind him and ready to report to the tower.

/finish

[Sayomi]

Z + 25 exp!