Precious Cargo [Mission/Private]Finished

[Icarus]

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Rank: C.
Shinobi Required: 1-3.
Mission Information: The Postal Service of Sunagakure is requesting that a few shinobi deliver some letters to the ghetto districts of the village. Apparently, some sort of small gang calling themselves terrorists have targeted the postal service and have been stealing mail and beating couriers. There have been no reports of death yet, but tensions are rising and the couriers refuse to deliver to this section of the village anymore.. Something must be done. The shinobi will receive a mail satchel (must be returned) and a courier armband (also must be returned) and will be instructed to deliver items to the ghetto districts of the village. If the shinobi encounters the gang, they are instructed not to kill, but merely “teach them a lesson.” The gang itself is small and poses little threat to a trained shinobi, but be on your guard.
Special Information: Repeatable.
Reward: 40 EXP & 500 Ryo.[/ul][/blockquote][/justify][/font][/quote]

A cheery whistle pierced perfectly and precisely through the hustle and bustle that so characterized Sunagakure. Coral pink lips came together to continue the next note of the song he was currently improvising as he stepped out of the nondescript building that was currently his “point A” or the makeshift post office. It was mission day, or in other words empty wallet day and he had decided to pick up one of the simpler looking missions and with a high payout to boot, it was one of many appealing ones off of his village's list, moving a few letters from point A to point B? Honestly, he was getting a payout of at least two or three times what he would expect for being a postal worker for like a few hours... He genuinely felt concerned at that moment for the scarcity of mail workers in the village, but then he shrugged and kept on moving. As he left the shade of the building's thin awning he squinted as the sun beat down fiercely upon his face as if it had some personal vendetta with the quality of his retinas. It's going to be a hot one, just like every other day. He said to, well, nobody in particular, his eye however catching a shadow darting to the same pavilion he was. He hefted the small brown box full of parchment enclosed in envelopes half into the pocket of his hoodie and half into the crook of his arm and started moving forward aimlessly.

In all honesty he felt as if it would be a rather tiring journey if he were to make his trek outside of the normal district of Sunagakure when he had neglected to eat yet, or even drink when the sun was so hot and present. He would have to make a stop at a restaurant or perhaps a cafe, refuel before his semi-arduous task began. His feet with an increasingly peripatetic stride made him slowly blend into a crowd near a line of open door stores that were vending odd bits of things and such. He weaved in and out of the crowd swearing that someone was repeatedly elbowing him in the rib cage, he secretly shoved someone by well shoving them and then quickly walking into a different part of the crowd, it worked out poorly as the elbowing would not stop. Eventually he made his way to a fragrant smelling section of the rather abject district, the walk being a relatively short one so far. The new area which he entered seemed to have everything within a relative short distance of each other, as if one would find everything they needed within a single line.

He came up to a blue and orange cafe restaurant looking building, normally he wouldn't have gone in so quickly but at this point his philosophy was that food was food, he was just hungry. He walked in and looked for a waiter or waitress to seat him, he guessed it wasn't quite that formal as nobody came to him. He simply picked a booth and sat down. Soon enough a glass of water was at his table and eventually a menu. He took a long gulp of his water and set the box of letters down next to him in the booth. He had ordered a very simple entrée and soon it was in front of him. He picked at the dish with a ravenous appetite soon making it disappear in minutes. He would be able to fulfill his mission now, fueled in spirit and satiated in hunger. He left a bill to pay for the food and left quickly, he had a slightly foreboding feeling that this would turn out to be less of the easy money mission he thought it would be.

[Icarus]

Upon the street, he was now nearing the first of his targets, thankfully according to the penmanship that graced his envelopes the houses they were to be delivered to were simply a cluster of houses rather near each other. He put two and two together, if the houses that were unable to be delivered to were all in one area, then it would make sense for those who were the petty assailants that were so low as to pilfer and purloin from one as benign as a mail man or woman would make their base of operations here or at least in the general vicinity. He would have to be on guard, he had with him of course his very obvious naginata but he couldn’t say he was an expert with it, he could swing it hard and with its razor edge he was assured that each swing would of course be one that would be needed to be dodged or it would result in a severe and sickly wound, and he also had the advantage of being an opponent that would most likely fight back, but he still should be a bit careful when anything could happen when nobody was looking.

And anything did happen, as his proximity to the first of three houses all in a row but slightly distanced from each other became close a girl, rather close to his age approached him with a very charming and innocent smile. His confrontation with her commenced clearly with a wave of an ivory skinned hand, a blink of amber gem eyes, a smile that shined with immaculate geometric perfection. Hollow words, one or two dealing with severity of the sun on this day were the mundane formalities he exchanged with her as he made his impression with all the same goals as signing his name on a roster, looking hood. He was here to get paid after all, so he shouldn’t dilly dally. He cut the conversation with words that could be seen as curt and courteous. It was a bit of equivocation so he could cease the words that spilled endlessly from her mouth while still making the conversation seem pleasant and primped while proper. He could hardly have the heart to blame her for approaching him though, seeing as she was the sole source of humanity in this area which seemed unnaturally scarce of people. Having nothing but silence and a rather poor community as a companion might prompt someone to run their mouth till it grew crease lines at the first sign of humanity might be actually quite normal under the circumstances provided.

He stepped to the left and she shifted in suit with him, he was curious, annoyed, and apprehensive. Excuse me, but I actually have to deliver some mail to that house he pointed over to his first destination of three, all really almost neighbors. She then prompted with a smile that she was the owner of the house, and this in itself didn’t check out. The first reason was that she was certainly not the male owner of the house and in his biographical information he had a son not a daughter.

He tried to proceed forward muttering that she was most likely mistaken, until she caused him to feel a searing pain in his arm. She had pulled a kunai on him, jabbing it into his arm with a wicked sadistic smile. Her demeanor turned on a dime and soon he was surrounded by not just her but two other rag tag ruffians. He backed up and with a sign his byakugan was up, in time to catch a enemy moving quickly behind him fist raised and the other coming at him from the side, the girl in front charging with the kunai. It was a coordinated assault, he dropped the package and clapped his hands together, his skin turning black as the earth protected him. He let the side enemy hit him square in the shoulder as he concentrated on the armed girl and the one behind him. His skin tight shield protected him as he heard a crunch and a whimper as the fist recoiled from his side. He slapped downward with his now increased volumes of strength on the hilt of his sword, causing the sheathe to rocket upward in the way one side of a scale does when a weight is dropped on the other side. The sword cracked him in the throat, the heavy sword added with the weight of the sheathe adding a painful amount of momentum as he staggered backward with blood using out of his mouth, he probably lost a tooth or god forbid bit through his tongue. Seeing this girl staggered and tripped, giving her forward lunge an unpredicted angle, her hands landing and hitting the box he had set down away from him.

The box slid to the assailant with the crunched fist, he would have to quickly dispatch her if he wanted to continue this mission with no delay. He stepped on her hand making her relinquish her kunai and then quickly thrust his palm into her back, forcing his chakra into her tenketsu. Even if she was a girl she still aimed to kill him. She would as he assumed she was not a ninja, trained to endure be out of commission for the fight. He turned quickly and chased after the man shit.... He exclaimed the profanity as the man was out of sight, but then he recalled in a rather “wow I am stupid” way that he had his byakugan, he closed and opened his eyes as he saw that the man was actually to his right, hiding in a trash can. How he contorted his body to accept the shape of a refuse container he didn’t know. He ran up to the can and kicked it right where the man’s head would be. Between his jutsu, his strength, and his training weight he assumed the shell shock would be atrocious. As the can rolled on its side, the top popped off with the box safe and sound waiting for him to deliver it. Jesus, it’s just mail he exclaimed to himself as he picked up the box, his skin fading to white and his byakugan disappearing.

Jutsu Used:

-Activate byakugan

Domu (Earth Spear Essence) (D rank Freebie - 25XP)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Defensive / Doton Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Special: Stops taijutsu and ninjutsu of equal or lower rank. Boosts user’s taijutsu and strength almost twofold, at the cost of slowing down by the same amount. Last until broken or canceled, and when used around a plethora of earth, the armor can repair itself near-instantly if damaged.
Description: After forming the necessary handseals, the user will harden their body using the earth around them or through other supplementary techniques. This provides greater defense against many attacks, both taijutsu and ninjutsu, and will also strengthen their limbs in order to increase the users speed, strength and striking ability/ However, like other Doton based jutsu, it is weak against Raiton attacks.
Domain: Doton.

-deactivate byakugan

[Icarus]

At last it was the end of the strife, and he had for the most part avoided fatal injuries, his arm had a nasty cut in it and he wasn’t sure how sanitary indeed the kunai that attempted to strike him down was, but he would get it checked out in due time. He retrieved from his package a clump of letters, the sum of them held betwixt two rubber bands that seemed rather close to the breaking point. He deposited the first in the mailbox, making a swift double take to make sure nobody that he injured was getting back up to come take the mail from him, perhaps he had hit them a tad too hard. He was justified in that it was a matter of security and a mission, also to top it self-defense. They would most likely by now learn their lesson. Reaching the second house he repeated the action; withdraw the letters, double take, and deposit into the box. Finally with the third house he sighed as he completed a good deed and as well his first mission with a good batch of success. He turned around and tossed the box in the air, catching it as it landed back to earth. He whistled a cheery tune as he stepped over the crumpled pain wracked body of his assailants. He then proceeded toward the kage tower to inform the secretary of his mission completion, he hoped to get the whole lot done at least before sundown so he could go get grab a bite to eat before he spent the rest of the day relaxing. He figured he deserved a break or something. Picking up his pace to a brisk jog he covered his distance quickly, reaching the tall spire of a building that was the Kazekage’s residence. He entered the homely building that he actually quite enjoyed to frequent and made his way to the secretary. Greeting her he pointed to the sheet politely and appealing to the secretary’s memory referred to the same mission flier he had used to sign up and told her that he had successfully completed the mission. Ensuing was his payment and with it his seal of approval. His first mission down and sungakure’s mail successfully delivered, now he sought out his house to rest.

- Exit thread/Mission Complete

[addy-hime ♥]

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Mission complete, very well done!
+ 40 EXP & 500 ryo.
A staff member will also be around to grade the roleplay.

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[Comatose]

+30EXP for roleplay.