Another water delivery

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Water Delivery
Rank: D.
Shinobi Required: 1-3.
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: 20 EXP & 100 Ryo.

Youko ran cheerfully through the streets. He was really looking forward to another mission. It’s been ages since he went out for a mission with such a enthusiasm. It felt good somehow though it was just a D-ranked Mission. These were the lowest ranked missions he could possibly pick. For some reason he burned fire out of his eyes because he wanted to do this mission so badly. Even for Youko this was insane how enthusiastic he was right now. But he knew why. That is most important. He had another of those random motivations he gets after seeing something cool. He decided that from today on forwards he’d do anything to join the chuunin in their ranks.
This enthusiasm eventually got the better of him. As this was the only thing that ran through his mind. I’m going to be a chuunin, I have to get stronger and get off my lazy ass. Without his mind being in his head he ran through town going to nowhere. He just had to run his energy out. People looked at him like he was crazy. Running through the streets like he was some wild dog at 2 o’clock. Youko, brain was going crazy.
While insanely walking through the streets the body takes its toll. The paved floor where he was walking on started to become harder. His heel wouldn’t allow him to bend his foot. His calves start to hurt and his legs started to become heavier. Even his clothes were stuck to his skin. And the unpleasant smell of sweat was following his trail. It didn’t take much longer than this before he stopped running. It wasn’t really a pleasant sight. He had sweat all over his face and his sweat patches were visible through his clothes. And a dying thirst for water.
He thought it’d be better to keep on walking towards the water source so he could drink and freshen up instead of dying along the way. Sometimes it can be a really drag to live in a dessert. The killing heat of the sun. The endless sadness of the desert. The massive destruction of the sandstorms. The dried ground the city is build on. If it wasn’t for these uncomfortable climate he’d probably run another mile. Most people even avoid the sun during these hours. The sun is at his highest right now, well that explains all the sweat he thought to himself.
Then he stopped and looked around. Where was he? By surprise he found himself in what seems to be an abandoned or at least badly maintained quarter of town. He remembered he used to play in these houses when they were still being built. He remembered once was detained with his friends by the local workers. They were pretty crossed with them. He got away by saying he had to take a leak, and they actually bought it. Well it wasn’t like he was lying. Normally he would feel guilty for leaving the punishment on his friends without doing it himself. But since he had to go real bad. He felt rather relieved instead of bad about it.
Well now at least he was aware again of where he was he might get moving to the old lady now.

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Still dying of thirst he walked through town… Well barely. Everything seemed to become heavier with each step that he took. The closer he came to his destination, the hotter sun became. It would be easy if I could just lie down and rest, just for a few minutes. Then he shook his head what was he thinking? Was the sun playing tricks on him? He has to think straight, and clear his mind of everything irrelevant to this mission. He took a deep breath, which was unpleasant because of all the sand floating around in the air. That the sand floats around isn’t that bad, but it’s the fact that it tickles your throat in a very uncomfortable way when you decide to take a deep breath. He cleared his mind and immediately after that a question pops up in his head.

Where was he actually going? And where was he supposed to go to? He held the right side of his shirt up a bit. A small pouch became visible. Youko put in his right hand without looking and grasped out the mission note. He started to read the note
“Akemi Kato is an elderly member of the village…”
Impatiently he skipped most part of the note. Including the address where the old woman was supposed to live.
Somehow of the things he did read he read the words.
“…She expects to be treated with respect... “
When he noticed he came to the end of note. He realized he didn’t know two things he was supposed to be told. The address of the house and where he was supposed to get her water. So basically he wasn’t even near capable of starting the mission. He felt his shirt. It was all wet and it smelled like shit. He couldn’t come there wet sweat clothes. It’d be abnormal if he’d do that. Well I wouldn’t want her to dress herself ‘abnormal’. When he thought this he imagined himself an old lady who just came from the gym and snuggles her cat. Wiping all her old lady’s face sweat off with a cat like it was some sort of towel. This made him shiver not to mention slightly sick . “…Poor cat…”
Enough sick thoughts he need to think what to do next. He needed to know where the elderly woman lived and where he can get water. He also needed to change clothes because he couldn’t represent himself just like that. He decided that that was best to do first. He might as well drink something when he gets home. Finally relieved from these stinking wet clothes.
Actually when he thought about it. It was pretty pathetic. First he runs around like some sort of maniac. Then the sun almost kills him for that makes him a potential killer just for some water. Then he finds himself in an old quarter of town where he used to play in when he was young. And now he was already going home to change clothes. What did he actually do that helped him finish this mission? Nothing, completely nothing. He hated that. He couldn’t stand wasting time. Everything but waiting time sounded good right now. Everything but dying of thirst in the dessert sun.

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He stood in front of his apartment. A small little cottage somewhere hidden in a corner in town. It was painted whiteprobably years ago because the paint about to fall off the walls . It had four windows. Two on the left side of the door and two on the right side of the door. It was an unpleasant sight. It looked like a pimple on the great wall around the village. Nobody really wanted it there. Because it didn’t fit in with all the other houses. They first wanted to demolish it. But now they were too busy to build other more important buildings. Like hospital and all those facilities where Youko couldn’t care less about. His house was still standing so he was satisfied.
Youko opened the door and walked inside. He almost trembled over some magazines. He always manages to take himself by surprise every time he enters his own house. Then he’d be surprised about how he made the inside of his house look like a shit hole even compared to the outside. It was as if someone broke in. Everything was on the ground and on places where it wasn’t supposed to be. Even with a map you wouldn’t find what you were searching for in his house. Only Youko was capable to navigate himself through this mess. He found his way to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and then he changed clothes. He quickly drank some water and he was set to go to the elderly woman where he didn’t know the address from.
He went back into the sun locking the door behind him. He walked towards the main street trying to figure out where he could retrieve he old lady’s address. He first thought of going back to the kazekage’s secretary. But he figured he’d probably got yelled at and then get kicked out for being such a loser that he can’t even do a D ranked mission. The secretary wasn’t well known for its temper let alone when they actually do walk out of patience.
Well that would only leave one place where he can get the address. The post office. He reached the main street. It should be somewhere on the left side of the street. While he was wandering through the street he saw some interesting shops he never noticed before, he might as well take a look at that later on. But right now he had a mission to do. Then he read a sign above one of the few buildings where people were actually inside.
“Post office”
Couldn’t miss. He went inside, and as expected it wasn’t busy at all. He came into a room full with filing cabinets over filled with paper. Between some cabinets you could slightly see a couch. The wall in front of him contained gaps with fences placed in the gaps. Behind every fence was a desk. Every desk had its own curtain which was supposed to tell you whether if the secretary behind the desk was available. Fortunately at least one was open. He walked towards the only available desk.
“Could you perhaps tell me where this lady lives?”

[Fuck Yeah!]

+24 Exp

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The secretary first refused to tell him, because he could be some kind of stalker. They shouldn’t be provided this sort of information. Even after telling he was Sand genin. Kind of logical actually, since any monkey can have such a head belt and put it on. When he told about the old lady situation the secretary gave him the benefit of the doubt.
He walked out of the office. Finally he had a lead on the mission. She lives alone in a house near the village gate. So the secretary from the post office claimed. He just needed to focus on not going crazy again and stay cool both mentally and physically. The first seemed way easier. But keeping himself physically cool was of great importance to Youko. This made it harder to remain mentally cool because of the stress that he’ll mess up again. He needed a distraction or else he would go crazy again.

He arrived at the tiny house close to the village gates. It was an alone standing house standing lonely on a low hill surrounded by merely trees. A small path was leading up the hill in strange twists towards the house. He stepped off stone road and continued his way on the gravel path. The bark of the trees was very dried out. The roots spread out mainly in the width insert of going deeply. They also weren’t too tall. Fat chance they were cork trees. He came closer to the house. He was now able to get a better look at it. A pretty regular Sunagakure house but there was a water tank on the other side of the house sticking out a little. That was probably the tank he had to fill. Through a window he could look straight into the living room. He could see the old lady sitting inside on an old chair. She wasn’t doing anything. Kind of cruel what aging does to you. Just waiting for someone to come to your house.

He knocked on the door. He saw the lady stand up slowly out of her chair. After some time she opened the door. “Hello Mrs. Kato I am the ninja who will be delivering you water. But need to know how much water you want delivered.”

“I have some water containers. If you fill all of them and then empty them all in the container you will be done and I will pay out.” She pointed out to the left. “Walk around the house that way and you’ll find the containers. Good luck.” The door slammed in his face. Well that was rude. And this is where he changed clothes for and was supposed to have respect for? He might as well have rolled in the dirt. What did this woman wanted to be treated with respect for? Well I guess since she’s paying for it he couldn’t go back knock on the door and tell her to do it herself.

He walked around the house and found the water containers.
“Am I supposed to use that?”

[A]

He was looking at a coach meant to be pulled forward by horses. It was a very old wooden coach. It was like a giant wheel barrow with two old wheels on each side. The tires were made of iron like a metallic ring around the wooden wheel. The iron tire was probably meant to prevent the wheel from getting damaged by stones on the road. Inside and next to the coach were some empty water containers. He took a deep breath. Well somebody has to do it.
However there was no way a regular person could lift that up. The two protrusions were too far apart from each other to be lifted by a regular person. However that was why he was ninja after all. He loaded in the water containers. Wiped the sweat off his forehead and made a seal.

“Bunshin no jutsu”

A fog appeared next to him. After the smoke faded a complete copy of him was standing right next to him. They nodded at each other already knowing what they were supposed to do. Both Youko’s grabbed one protrusion. They walked down the hill over the gravel path down the hill. When they were back on the paved road they stopped. Where to now? Was the question they both asked themselves. They could go to a well nearby but it’d take long before all the jars are filled. It would be way easier if they could just get it from another water tank. The hospital had a really big water tank, but they really needed it. That leaves Kazekage’s mansion. But he couldn’t risk getting caught. Because then all his effort would be for nothing.

The well it is then. He wanted this stupid mission to be done, to just get this over with. It has taken long enough. He increased his grip on the protrusion and added more speed in his pace. Not that long after he walked faster, he noticed that there were more people on the streets. Annoying, especially since he tried to rush this mission. People would only block the way between him and a path straight towards the well. The sun was already going down. There was no twilight yet, but temperature was surely dropping causing all these people to walk the streets again. Seems he wasted more time than he expected.

He slowed down as soon as he reached the more busy part of the street. He simply got ignored but the crowd if he screamed if they’d move or not. Stupid city people, they think the entire world revolves around them. Though he had nothing to complain about. Because when it comes down to it, it was HIM who became a shinobi. And it was HIM who wanted to do this mission. His enthusiasm unlike before was hardly found back. Though there wasn’t anyone to blame but him for running around like some sort of hallucinating junk. He learned his lesson now. From this point he promised himself to try and never make a mission harder than it already is.
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Jutsu

] Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique)
Rank: E
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Allows the user to create a clone without substance that resembles the user in every way, including retaining its movement speed. Clones cannot mold chakra nor perform jutsu, nor can they harm. Up to one clone can be made, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at the Ninja Academy. The Bunshin technique creates a copy of the ninja without substance that, although easily seen through by those with doujutsu, can fool the normal eye easily. Why? Simply because although without substance, the copy resembles the ninja in every way. This clone can function as a distraction or as means to confuse one's opponent, though no real damage can be done by it. Finally, as soon the Bunshin gets attacked or comes into contact with an opponent, it will disperse.
Domain: Academy Student Ninjutsu.[/spoiler]

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After some time he saw a slip of a well. When he finally managed to dig himself through the crowd he reached a small open spot in some kind plaza but it was hard to tell because of everyone being everywhere. That’s why he didn’t really liked crowded places. Everyone just walked right past him like he wasn’t there, or not of importance. Like he was just another fly in a swarm. Like he was just another small fly in a swarm, this made him feel replaceable. Something he hated since he was young because he wanted to be irreplaceable he wanted to mean something in this world. To make changes that would be remembered and that he’d be remember for the person he was. He didn’t really have to have a big status but he doesn’t want to be known as just another Shinobi but as Youko Zantetsuken.

He mindlessly was pulling up a water container out of the stone well. Still thinking about he wanted to stand out to the crowd. However seemingly he already filled every single water container. He picked another one and couldn’t lift it because it was already filled. That’s when he came back out of his daydream because his muscle memory couldn’t take over anymore. He shook his head. He should make his way back. He lifted up the coach again together with his clone. He started walking again back to the house.

Youko figured it’d be best if he takes an alternative road. To avoid the crowded places. The alternative road might be a longer path to the house but it would also be faster. That is because he won’t be needed to make his way through a mass of people.
After some time he reached the house. Barely making it up the hill because of the weight he carries with him. Barely making it up the hill made it very tempting to just drink a little water. But he didn’t want to risk for just a small thirst. That’d be stupid. Then he walked around the house to the water tank. He lay down the protrusions carefully. He then unloaded the coach and started filling the water tank. He emptied the containers one by one. It was pretty tiring jumping on the water tank and off with water container in his hands. When he was done he was glad it was over with.

He was finally done with the mission. Now all he had to do was tell the old woman he was done and turn in his mission. Though as simple as that may seem, he didn’t want to see woman again. Then he had to ‘Treat her with respect’ again and get another door slammed in his face. She might also hold him up because she was going to check whether he really filled the tanker or not and considering the speed of her ‘mobility’ that would take forever. He decided to just leave a note and slide it underneath the door knock on the door and leave. By coincidence he happened to have a pencil and a piece of paper with him.
He wrote the note shove it underneath her door and knocked on the door and then left.
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A: +24 exp.