Reconstructing the Village [P]

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name; reconstructing the village
rank; c
description; Conflict brings carnage and carnage means buildings collapse. The Kumogakure no Sato inhabitants can only do so much. This is why the Kumogakure no Sato shinobi must offer aid in distressed times. Help our villagers rebuild their homes, thriving business and the like. We as Kumogakure are a family, citizens and shinobi alike.
reward; 50 experience, 1,000 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

Making his way out of the mission compound Satomi strolled through the street to find the specific location of the rebuilding. Pulling out the map with the marked position on it he rotated the about four times until he was certain that the map was the right way up, with just slight confusion. Scanning the page and wracking his brain he figured that the neighborhood where he was needed wasn't too far away from his location but probably too long for a walk. He would take the rooftops to get there much quicker using his speed and precision to overcome the slippery roof-tiles and awkward slope. However, he had run out of cigarette's and wanted to go past the corner store to pick some up. Entering the diversion into his travelling equation he set off in speed rolling the map up in his hand has he sprung forth from the ground bouncing from wall to wall up to the closest roof.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other he made his way over each roof bellowing across with grace. He would hang high in the air in-between jumps and look to his sides. He enjoyed people watching. The absolute and undeniably simple action of people watching. Height was something that he did not fear and a birds-eye-view was something that excited him. He could watch over the people who were going about their daily tasks and business like a guardian of the village, a Kumogakure shinobi. Pushing off a roof he increased his speed as the corner store was close. The people he peered at now became a simple blur as his movement did not allow his eye to catch up. With a simple two foot pressed stop onto of a roof he did a forward flip and landed heavily down upon the ground just below the corner store giving a small girl and her mother a fright, as they also, were making their way in.

Sorry about that!

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Dropping his head slightly he walked into the store and greeted the young man behind the counter. His favourite tobacco was had been sold out and the young lad said the next shipment was more than a week away. With a humble sigh Satomi pointed the carton closest to him. With thoughts of his taste and strength wandering through his mind he paid the man behind the counter and politely thanked him for his service. As he walked outside he pulled a single rolled cigarette out of the carton and began to light the tip. Smoke quickly billowed from the end and Satomi hastily pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, tilting it slightly as he looked at with a confused expression. He wasn't to sure on this brand yet, as it gave the feeling as if he was being punched in the back of the throat. However the aftertaste was quite soft, the polar opposite of the initial impact. Slipping the pack into his pocket he made his way back onto the rooftop above and to his mission location.

Slowly puffing on his cigarette he would make it on time to reconstruct the village. Personally, he was surprised that he was issued this mission. Since the war there was much reconstruction within the village already. Many craftsmen, builders and laborers were brought in from surrounding countries drawn by the high demand. Much was already repaired but it could be said that it was all external. Many deeper suburbs within the village had not been touched yet and Satomi knew that was were he was going. There was still people in dire need of a healthy young man to help move rubble and such so they can move back into their homes and move on with their lives. He could see a group of people gathered at the start of the street ahead, the location of his mission. A small group of adult men were at the entrance while there was approximately another four to five wandering up and down the street. Knowing that he was on time he quickly put out his cigarette as he landed down by the group of men. As they turned to see what startled them Satomi had already begun speaking with a cheerful grin, we was relaxed and in an odd way eager.

Excuse me, I am Satomi Kaguya, a village genin assigned to the Reconstruction mission. I hope I am in the right place?[/i]
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With nothing but a dull expression the man looked in Satomi's direction. Flicking arduously through his clipboard he could only presume the man was searching for his name. They all seemed tired and over-worked with the silent air piercing each presence of man which stood there. Satomi wasn't too sure how to react. They were all much older and 'earthly' looking than he was, he didn't want to make a bad first impression. But, sure enough, as the mans face lifted from the covers of the paper he strained a smile towards the young genin and asked him to follow him this way. Without hesitation Satomi sat on the mans heels as they walked down the large corridor that was the street ahead. As the young shinobi's eyes scanned the surroundings he could tell that a lot of work had been done already but there was still a way to go. Picking his pace up slightly Satomi edged his way to the mans side before speaking.

"How long have you and your men at this? seems as though a lot of work has been done."

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With a sigh the man responded in a deep-tone. He had a short but thick brown beard which encompassed the lower aspect of his face. Balding on the top of his head it gave him a deterring but masculine look. Though overweight, you could tell that he was physically strong and fit relatively. He talked of the hampered efforts with equipment troubles and general administration errors which did not make this certain project particularly smooth sailing. Ushering Satomi over to an area he explained that this would be the main area that we would work today. His job was simple. Satomi would be moving rubble from the collapsed house which had been demolished. This rubble would then be transferred into a large container which was right next to the site. Simple enough, but indeed arduous. It was not the work that Satomi was usually used to. His hands were used to either causing pain or healing others. This seemingly neutral task could serve to be something beneficial to him.

Saluting the man in a semi sarcastic way Satomi got straight to work as the man walked off grumbling. The man outlined that this would be his only task for the day and that was all required for the mission. The trouble was that he would most likely be working either by himself or with, at most, another man. Looking around Satomi could not see anyone else with him. So, naturally, he went underway with the task in hand. Walking over to a section of rubble which was closed to the container bent down to pick up a large piece of rubble. As his body released its energy he could feel the strain going across his body. With an intense struggle he lifted the piece of rubble up to a thigh-high before lumbering over to the container. With a deep breath be bent his knee's slightly before hurling it into the large pit. There was already large chunks of rubble situated in the container and the rock crashed into the others making a loud crumbling sound. There had to be an easier way. As if a lightbulb went off in his head Satomi released chakra into his skeletal structure to activate his bloodline. Standing next to his piece of rubble, bone started to grow from his lower legs and feet where they burrowed into the ground. This would allow him to channel the pressure into the ground below giving his greater strength. Lifting the and hurling the rubble into the container Satomi was amp'd with his efforts.

As a figure came closer Satomi noticed that it was a man. Perhaps he was the one that was also assigned to this section and would work with Satomi. As he walked closer Satomi noticed that he was a hulking man. Walking with a hunched back his shoulders seemed to barrel over his whole torso as his long arms swung as if they were pendulums in motion. With a low expression on his face he either looked hungover or in a genjutsu of some sort. Either way Satomi turned his neck in the direction of the man in a way to gesture that he recognised his presence. Throwing the next piece of rubble into the container Satomi began to speak in a light and polite tone.

"Are you here to work and clear the rubble? my name is Satomi, Kaguya. Nice to meet you."[/i][/blockquote]

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With a deep grumbling sound the hulking man looked Satomi up and down before he mumbled his name slowly. It didn't take a brain surgeon to realise that the guy was a few sandwiches short of a picnic but that was no excuse for Satomi act rude or mean. Like a shooting star across the night sky a cheerful smile spread across the young ninja's face as saluted the man who we would be working with. To be frank, he was excited about the new arrival. Looking at the man it was a sure-fire thing that he would be able to take and carry heavy loads, much more than anything Satomi could muster even when using his bloodline. However, he saw this as training. It has been a while since he had worked on his core physical strength and with every boulder he launched into his grip he could feel his muscles fire throughout his body. Every now and then Satomi would look across to the man as he effortlessly grabs large chucks of rock and threw them into the container. It was as if he was merely throwing a baseball. Satomi chuckled to himself guess I should get my act together and starting pulling my weight he thought to himself.

As a single line of sweat dripped across his forehead and down to the ground beneath him he raised his hand to wipe it away from his vision. Taking a soothing and deep breath he looked up toward the sky. A grey cloud made it way over the sun sheltering the group from the heat for a while. Although it wasn't overly warm there had been a patch where the sun was at its brightest and with the heavy labour they were doing it wasn't ideal to say the least. But, the grey cloud was welcomed and Satomi took a short break. Retracting the his bone from the ground nested below him and walked over to the rock and sat down. There was no water about and the men didn't seem to have any either. Satomi wondered if it would be handed around by anyone or not? as the foreman walked passed Satomi hoped up onto his feet with excitement and walked over to ask him about a water reserve close by. His throat was like a sandy desert and with every gulping swallow he took it felt like sandpaper against his insides. He knew the effects of dehydration well on the body and knew that without some water soon it could well set in.

Excuse me sir, would you happen to have any water by chance? I am just awfully thirsty.

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Without hesitation the man pulled the bag off of his shoulder and placed it to the ground below him. Rummaging through its contents he pulled out a bottle of sealed water and threw it to Satomi. With his hands out eagerly to catch it the bottle slipped through and landed on the ground. Thank god it was sealed. Slightly embarrassed Satomi picked it up and smiled awkwardly thanking the man. As soon as he came the foreman had left signaling to Satomi to get back to work after he had finished the water. The cold water felt like heaven in a bottle and every drop didn't go to waste as he sculled the whole bottle. There wasn't much labour left to go as Satomi turned back to his section of rock that he had to clear. It would only be another half hour till he had completely cleared his section and could leave. Turning to the man on his left he saw that nothing had changed. Like a giant robot only programmed to move rock nothing was going to stop him from his task. He was catching up to Satomi and now the competitive bone in his Kaguya body was screaming out to him. Race.[/blockquote]

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Rock for rock Satomi was struggling to keep up with the pace of the hulking man next to him. But it would all be over soon. Still not knowing if the man knew of Satomi's intent as he would give nothing away, not even a single glance. There was not race against the clock it was all about willpower and strength. Granted, he did have the head start but Satomi was never one to go into details like that. Blowing heavy and sweating profusely Satomi lumbered hard his heels dung deep into the dirt and his bone heavily entrenched even lower. As the last boulders were in sight Satomi picked up his pace now throwing the rocks further and further each time. He could feel the strength running through his veins as his stamina slowly reacted to the pain. He was getting better. As the last rock entered his grip he rotated his hip and launched it into the container. Just as the rock crashed into the rest nestled in the pile, like a timer, Satomi dropped to his ass with exhaustion. He was panting like a dog in intense heat as he waited to catch his breath. He should have saved some water for the first dash as he lips touched the rim of the empty bottle. Oh well, he would learn for next time.

Once he had caught his breath he got on his feet brushing the thick dust off of his hands. He turned to the hulking man next to him who was still going on his pile. Satomi couldn't help but be chuffed with his efforts. He had one the race, even though his competition didn't technically know that there was a race happening. Walking over to the foreman he signaled to the empty lot were there used to be a pile of rocks sky high. The foreman looked over the section and was pleased with the work Satomi had done. grabbing a dirty pen from his pocket he pulled out the mission scroll which Satomi gave him earlier and signed off at the bottom of it to show that the mission had been completed. The city would be built one section at a time. Satomi didn't mind doing his fair share but this was a mission he wasn't used to. His hands were his tools to treat patients and now they ached with pain from the manual labour he had just done. Pleased to be leaving he was handed the mission scroll. He would make his way to the mission compound now to hand in the scroll to the secretary behind the desk. His feet slowly shuffled through the dirt road as he tiredly made his way in the direction of the building.

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