Just an annoying Water Boy

[Katsuo]

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Water Delivery
Rank: D.
Shinobi Required: 1-4.
Mission Information: Akemi Kato is an elderly member of the village who is no longer able to traverse through the strong winds to fetch her water rations. She lives alone in a house near the village gates. Because of this, she has put in a request with the Kazekage that a few kind shinobi bring her enough water to last her for a few days. She expects to be treated with respect; so long as this requirement is fulfilled, she will continue to pay for delivery services.
Special Information: Repeatable.
Reward: 25 EXP & 500 Ryo.

He huffed as he stood over the well, a string tied around the mouth of the empty gallon jug as he let it sit under the water. This was not how he envisioned his day to go. When he signed up to be a ninja, he expected to learn ninjutsu and taijutsu at a nefarious amount of speed, not reducing himself to be...bleh a water boy. He glared at the organic matter below him as the bubbles started to form in the water. That was his signal and he heaved the water jug up ready to cap it and repeat the process. Quickly grabbing hold of the slightly heavy jug, he did just as was ready to do and quickly untied the knot from the mouth of the jug.

'One down, seven more to go.'

Using the same rope, he quickly tied knot around another empty jug and tossed it over edge of the well letting it fall without grace and plunge mercilessly into the water. Waiting as before, he thought back to the mission posting.

‘Damn stupid village. Not once has this village ever been known to be courteous to people, yet want us ninja, who thrive in killing from the shadows and being aloof, to be courteous to our neighbors. How stupid, the weak shouldn’t be treated as equals, only as insects for me to crush.’

He grinned a little too hard, his shoulders bouncing as he chuckled maniacally to himself. The thought of squashing an old lady beneath his feet made him chuckle a little too loudly and could have just as easily garnered attention. Yet he was too busy daydreaming about how the old lady would simply beg for forgiveness as he poured all the water on her home floor and stepping on her back, forcing her to drink beneath his feet.

“Yes, you old sow cow, drink beneath my feet where you belong, ha ha,” he muttered to himself.

[Katsuo]

He sighed as the last of his bottles were filled. 5 gallons of water was filled to the cap of each bottle and now safely on the sandy dunes next to the well. With distaste evident in his eyes, he started at the bottles of water, eyes narrowed and a frown the brightest thing on his facial features. The gaze was so critical; one would think he was expecting the water to burst from its new containments. He closed his eyes for a moment as the wind picked up slightly.

“This is going to be a tedious journey back. I can already hear the old crow complaining about something.” He knelt down and sufficiently pushing the five bottles of water as close as possible to one another, he rose up and with a simple gesture of both hands did the sand rise from beneath the bottles of water. Making sure to sustain enough chakra in the sand, the bottles hovered above the earth, little to no sand dripping away from its slab. He couldn’t lie, it was indeed slightly heavy lifting such volumes of water at once with his chakra, but what kind of ninja would he be if he couldn’t handle 5 simple gallons of water. Heck, he even thought this could be advantageous to his training, to look at it one way.

‘Unfortunately, her home isn’t even far enough where I can even consider it strength training. It’s not even fucking heavy enough. God why couldn’t they choose someone else for the blasted job.’

And thus with a tired sigh, he lugged the hovering bottles of water across his sandy path towards the recipent’s home. It was slightly peaceful; the walk to client’s home. Many people busy in the streets didn’t pay much notice of the boy and his hovering bottles of waters.

‘After all, why bother being surprised, it’s a ninja village after all.’

Though there was one funny instance during the walk. Apparently, some mischievous boys thought it was a good idea to go and mess with the water by using them as target practice. They threw pebbles at the water, the first hitting a jar and the rest being evaded by them. Though it soon went from one pebble, to evading a bunch of them thrown at once. The problem, once the groups of pebbles thrown by the bunch of kids were evade, all of them hit a bunch of quivering civilians. He broke out in howls of laughter disregarding the “malicious” looks he was being sent at. Instead of being angry about it, he simply pointed to the hidden kids behind a building and they soon scattered in fear of what the adults would do to them.

“Heh, maybe it was worth it to do this mission. I don’t get to see a bunch of pissy adults get pelted by rocks everyday.”

And other than the few stares he gotten for hovering a bunch of jugs of water, his walk was pretty peaceful.

[Katsuo]

He would have thought the old lady was quiet and be thankful for someone doing what she was too pathetic to do. Then again, he did say to himself that she would be a nag about it. He stood there stoic and menacing as she yammered on as much as her tired old body could protest to him about every little thing she could find. From the way he dressed, to the scowl on his face to how little amounts of water he brought.

‘One would think that 5 gallons of water would be enough for a few days.’

His eye twitched as he continued to listen to this woman jammer on about how youth these days were in such a hurry.

“Well ma’am, he started. “I’m sorry it took more time than you expected it to ma’am. As you said, we youth are in such a rush these days. I just wanted to make sure not to rush what you wanted to get done. After all ma’am you’re a very important part of this village.”

She cut him off right there and agreed and complained some more, missing the tick on his temple as he rubbed the side of his head with his palm. As she continued to talk, his mind drifted off to a different fantasy. One where he had an old woman being held by a lever over a boiling hot pot of soup as she quivered above, sharks jumping out at her as he-

He was interrupted by a loud voice and instantly his mind came back to reality as she was poking him with a stick. He resisted the urge to snatch it and break it in half over her head as he put on a soft smile before addressing her again. Giving her his condolences stating how he ‘rushes to leave so he could learn how to better protect those in the village’, he kindly excused himself, giving her one last soft smile, he quietly closed the door behind him before sprinting off towards the Kazekage Tower.

“Why do I have this bad feeling I’m going to be seeing a lot more of her in the future.”