Recycle It

[Icarus]

Clean-up Time!
Rank: D.
Shinobi Required: 1-3.
Mission Information: The Shinobi World War was devastating, not just for the population but for the hidden villages as well. Some volunteers are required to pick up debris—such as broken glass, rock, and more—around Sunagakure no Sato. If there is time, some might consider replacing any windows that were shattered in the conflict.
Special Information: Repeatable.
Reward: 20 EXP & 100 Ryo.

It was to be a day of manual labor, humdrum and boring in its entirety but one that was necessary regardless of how much he despised or would come to despise it. But it was not out of the kindness of his heart unfortunately, it was from the need of his wallet to be filled, being able to help the public was just icing on the cake or rather a bi product of what he was doing, which he didn’t mind. It was a good thing for him to take a break from all the missions involving combat that he had been doing. After all he had been running himself rather ragged with them, so it would a good rest for his mind and body to simply wander sunagakure a few districts for now and just make everything look a little less run down from the damages of various conflicts.

He had brought a pair of easy slip on slip off gloves with him today since he didn’t really need to use jyuuken to pick up paper and glass, in fact thrusting his palm against glass was advisably a bad idea. He would want to protect his hands if he wanted to remain a useful ninja, any damage to his hands meant damage to his punches, his jyuuken palm thrusts, and his seal making all three of the uses arguably equally important. He carried a trash can esque container on his back by the means of two straps. Absently picking up small scraps as he walked down the fields of a rather shambled district. One glass shard their a crumpled old newspaper here. He considered how long he would stay out here and then realized that it really wouldn’t matter on a basis of time how long he spent picking up trash but really just when he was able to fill his can, he believed that a full can of trash when the grounds were already preliminarily swept long ago by caring villagers would suffice for the mission. Another wad of paper, colorful and slightly thick made its way into the can.

He waved his hand to a villager, he didn’t know him but he was smiling back at him a bit older in age than what he was used to in his line of work, usually the eldest of what he saw were jounin so seeing a middle aged man was a bit of a surprise. He felt as if he had smiled at him was because he was simply providing for the community in the most obvious of ways. So the job did seem to have a few underlying perks in its completion, or even just in its attempting.

[Icarus]

He had passed the man behind him who he had exchanged pleasantries and a wave about thirty to forty minutes ago, between that time his can of trash had grown to become a bit fuller, a particular large chunk of glass had been used to weigh down the bulk of the papers in his trash can as the wind that so characterized the country that he lived in had picked up, the wind blowing away a bit of the characteristic heat of sunagakure making both him and the rest of the village no doubt thankful. They appreciated small pleasantries like that because, well in districts like this the heat was so sweltering with some of the houses still retaining broken windows or needing to use wells of already hot water to drink and bathe with. The water not providing any sort of cool solace that a villager could try to use to beat away the heat of the day.

Again another chunk of glass was tossed up and caught with great skill in the back of his trashcan back pack, he felt as if he would be able to play ghetto basketball in this district. The ball was harmful debris such as glass and the hoop was any hole anywhere. He stopped for a second as he spied an opportunity to really nail the helping the district aspect, he found a semi collapsed wooden fence and he had been given a few supplies. Reaching to his waist he grabbed a hammer and a few nails. Respectively from a belt loop and a belt satchel. He swung back and then forward, lodging a few nails into the new now upstanding representation of fences everywhere. He was surprised by how easy this whole job was actually turning out to be.

He however would have to keep going for a bit longer, just a while longer as the day was still a bit young and his can of trash was about three fourths full. He was thinking this was a bit easy as he kept tossing in more and more objects, and he wondered simply just why he was so keen on the combat missions. They were always dangerous and he didn’t really receive a payout that was commensurate with what he considered his life was worth. Nevertheless he continued to move on powered by the thought of a smaller paycheck but at the same time the absence of the threat to his life in any way shape or form, except perhaps the glass he kept finding himself picking up. But then again he had gloves on so he didn’t really need to bother himself with the worry of even miniscule cuts.

[Icarus]

The days was coming to a close, as it was expected to, the trash can on his back almost full, threatening to tip over with every step making higan inwardly swear that it was going to tip over and he would be so angered that it would do such a thing, he would just up and leave the whole thing for someone else to pick up, he just would absolutely throw a fit if that happened. He weighed his patience with the need to or the want to rather fill his trash can up completely befotre his mission was over. He settled however on simply just finding a local object to repair, or mend that way he could set down his can and safely and securely complete his mission. He just had to find the perfect object to fix now, not to hard or difficult or even dangerous, but not too easy that it would go unnoticed.

He looked around now with his byakugan active, the world being picked apart by his ocular prowess. Black and white planes being passed through until he found what he was looking for. There was actually, and he found this astounding in every sense he could as it was staggering that something like this was actually in existence, a tree leaning on a house with people visibly in it. He would out of the kindness of his heart, go to this house and do something of this tree. He made his way to the tree, circumnavigating a fence that would separate him from the tragic arborial death and raised his trash can off his shoulders and down to the ground, of course not wanting to spill any trash. He then raised his leg and with his strong training weights he built momentum with a roundhouse kick, smashing the tree backward freeing the house from its oppressor. He then set off to head back to the dumping point and then to the kaze kage’s office.

His day was done and he felt rather good about it, he had helped his village even thoguth he wouldn’t get that much in return but the way the villagers looked at him felt like a reward on its own, maybe for this one mission he would go without personal reward, and let the villagers bask in ryo and then he thought again as he reached the dumping point Nah, ill keep the money! Higan now exits this thread.

[♠Solo♠]

Higan: +25