Low Class Escorts [M: Private]

[¤ SFS ¤]

A night of sleep did the body good, possibly too good. Delivering scrolls in the morning and patrolling the border all evening with a meal which he forgot to eat because of being too engross in his thoughts. It had been a hell of day for Sen and after, pay, showering and sleeping the night away he felt like a new man, like he could tackle the world although obviously he could not. With new plateaus of power came new challenges, new hurdles and new opposition. For all his sleeping Sen had not acquired the means to stop anyone and everyone from destroying him. No one single night of sleep could such a thing. Today however, required him to not only be able to protect himself, but also a number of others. Another genin of the village had accepted this mission and Sen managed to catch him in time to volunteer. It was only his fourth mission and he’d never worked with a partner before so he was a little anxious. There was also the matter of the ronin they had to rendezvous with and escort back safe and unharmed to Iwagakure. The mission ticket didn’t indicate any expected resistance but most of the time things just seemed to play out in an unpredictable way. He would use his head first and fight last. Even the ronin making it to the village damaged or harmed would fail the mission and with all the Ryo and his Mission record riding on it, failure was just plain not an option.

He made his way outside the village gates where he could meet the genin partner whose name he didn’t get a chance to learn the night before. It all happened so fast and Iwa was in such a state of decline that perfect strangers who might not work well in a team because of abilities, or even personalities would have to cast that aside and work together for the greater good of the village. To occupy himself while he waited on his partner he checked his equipment carefully making sure it was all there and in working order. His wrist blade was in order popping out and retracting with no problems. Two smoke grenades, a light bomb, twenty feet of ninja wire and nine exploding tags. Also on his person was his katana which he’d broken on his first mission and still hadn’t had repaired.

He’d gotten word of Kaze no Kuni’s new Smithy somewhere in the rumored-but-everyone-swore-it-existed-despite-having-never-been-there-themselves Sandi Airando. It almost seemed too good to be true, a Smithy and school for upcoming craftsmen located in a hard to find oasis in the middle of Wind Country’s massive deserts. Normally he wouldn’t have bothered with such a cliché’d notion but his desire to become a skilled Takumi Shinobi made him sure he was going to at least try to find the place. If he got there and it was what it was rumored to be, his new katana would be worth the trip.

Also he examined his non-combat accessories; his tracker and world map, the former he tossed about in the air catching it casually and repeating. His items were ready, he was ready, all that was left was his partner’s arrival and they would be off. There was no rush just yet, it was still early morning, just barely past dawn, but the faster they took off, the faster they could snatch the ronin and get them, him, or her back to the village.

[Ichiro]

The sun shined, casting radiant rays across his face. Morning poured through the windows of his room drawing a steady series of blinks from his eyes as he shook off the embrace of the sandman. The early morning bathed him in a pleasant stream of warm sun and euphony of bird chirps. Locks of straw gently rustled as he rose his head up, up to the point where his back became linear. His eyes opened up and gazed listlessly forward, sleep crowding the edges to attempt to close them shut, the attempt was a strong one as it aimed to coax him back to bed but a futile one nonetheless. He had been worn thin, beaten flat, and stretched taut by all the missions he had crammed into the space of the last few days. He had forced himself to in the night that came before this uplifting dawn to retire rather early, assuming that he would need the extra hours of sleep to prevent him from robbing so many in the morning that he would find himself awakened in a sticky sweat covered mess induced by being under covers in the hot afternoon heat, he made the right choice.

Today was mission day, just as it seemed every day lately was becoming. This day, however, was not like the others in that this mission was… in the least important, he couldn’t quite properly assess its danger level either, though he knew that it was present. The mission was to guard a V.I.P and this very important person was of low stature which was quite contrary to his previous description. He didn’t know any of the specific details, he had snatched the word ronin from the flier that described the mission, but that word could be pretty broad. The mission was also deviating from its normal path as he had been matched with a fellow genin to successfully complete it; the reason for this was the possible danger or the need for extra security. He could only hope because of this that his partner was a competent one, and he expected to know who his partner was but the name was unfamiliar, which in iwagakure was a rarity. The village had such a low population count that most people knew each other’s families and encountered them in everyday life at least if not often enough to be close with them.

His house was far behind him as he arrived at the rendezvous point, his assumed partner a man of thick black hair, comparable to oil. He seemed a tough genin, if indeed the two words could go together so he assumed he was appropriate for the mission, he approached him and with his hand outstretched, requesting that he shake it with physical communication. I assume you are my ally starting today? My name is Jurei, pleased to make your acquaintance . He hoped that they would get to a good start, the cohesiveness of their personalities would no doubt aid him.

[¤ SFS ¤]

Scanning the area using his tracker he caught the familiar face of the genin he’d run into the night before, his partner new partner. It was best to mentally note the key features now in case he had to for some reason quickly discern him from a group later. Blondish hair, a few inches shorter than himself and probably twenty or so pounds lighter, blue eyes, headband around the neck. If he had to guess from taking in the other genin’s physical appearance he would guess Genjutsu specialist or Suiton specialist it seemed ignorant to disregard his possible skills in Taijutsu based on the way he looked but it couldn’t be helped it was simply more believable to see this man in the light of crafty Genjutsu practitioner rather than someone who won fights with his fists. As for the Suiton thing, water just seemed as if it would “fit” him than the other releases. He hoped for Genjutsu though it meant they would have less in common in the way of individual tactics but as a unit it would make them more efficient to have a Getjutsu user and Ninjutsu user rather than just being two of a kind.

As his distance between them closed and he came to recognize Sen the tracker was put away. He rubbed casually at the scar on his right cheek. He always felt awkward with introductions and didn’t much care for small talk. It was important that they had to chance to feel one another out especially if it was a first non-solo assignment for the both of them. It could be the start of something long term and prosperous if their fields of disincline and personalities matched up well. He was willing to give anyone a chance and this guy didn’t fit the normal physical profile of any of the personality types he found to be obnoxious and unbearable, but he would have to actually take the time to know this individual, as he’d been wrong before.

Finally there, face to face he offered his hand which Sen took, shaking with no apprehension or false emotions. He was solemn, as he was always solemn around the unfamiliar. It didn’t mean he was upset or something was wrong. It was just his way and the fastest means for the other genin to get to know him was by skipping on facades and pleasantries and being his authentic self for better or worse. Yo, I’m Sen. Looking forward to making it back here with you and our contractor in one piece. Jurei. He didn’t give a family name, or perhaps Jurei was the family name. Either way it was a name he’d never heard before which was a good thing. You could only meet so many people with the named “Jin” or “Kyo” or anything with “suke” attached to it, before it started to get old.

I’ve already done an equipment check on my things you can do the same if you haven’t already. There’s plenty of time. I didn’t get a chance to read the mission ticket in detail last night. I know all particulars are pertinent so if there's anything you need to share with me go right ahead, I won't hesitate to do the same. As it stands though I’m not really as concerned with the who so much as the where.

[Messatsu!]

Jurei + 8 EXP

1k - + 20 exp