Gone Fishing (M/P)
Jun 16, 2011 3:11:37 GMT -8
Post by Icarus on Jun 16, 2011 3:11:37 GMT -8
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: 20 EXP & 100 Ryo.
He was akin to something out of a Sunday comic or a fishing catalog rather, higan finished his exit into the border of the land of kaze no kuni a few hours ago and had been trekking to the area of his mission, one that he had very little experience in but chose due to the seemingly fun part of its details, aside from the tragedy that of course birthed the need for the mission. He was going to go fishing, what a jest! A ninja who was going to go fishing seemed very out of place unless it was for survival, but what he needed to do needed to be done for the sake of villagers who would starve otherwise, he was given the details that because of sunagakure no sato’s desert climate it was exceptionally hard to do anything but import food, which he sort of figured and as such, someone needed to do all the fishing for the village.
He saw the river coming up in the distance and as he took a cursory glance both left and right he could see it being a tributary and also accepting a stream from and to much much larger rivers, which explained why their were fish in such a not small but not large river. He set his gear down, a tackle box a bucket filled with saltwater as this was water that came from the seas and a box of bait, one that had been picked out for him as he was still a rookie when the topic of fishing came to mind, he thought bread would cut it but apparently live bait such as worms was the best fuel persay to catch fish of any worthy caliber. He didn’t really mind the worms, after all he wasn’t that squeamish.
He pulled from a pile of gear his fishing rod, a wooden apparatus that was very basic in its construction, they were afraid that if they had given him one of the expensive ones the fisherman that might get better at any moment would have gotten a bit peeved. He threaded the fishing line to where he assumed it went and then tied a hook to it, and then plucked a cold slimy worm and poked the sharp end of the hook into it not once, but twice as instructed per a tip of the people that had provided him with the actual fishing gear to do the mission.