Undertaking [M]

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Ip Trang slowly wandered into the courtyard of the village, his eyes glazed over with a very tired look within. His feet led him slowly into the central area of the courtyard, and his head turned back and forth. He had been sleeping so well, when he was summoned for this mission to clean up after a recent storm. It was certainly not a noble mission, but it was vital to his progression in the ranks. Now his eyes gazed upon a section with an obscene amount of trash, rather than seeing something much more interesting in his dreams. He pivoted on his heels and began walking in the direction his head had been facing. Soon enough he would have this area cleaned up, and he could get back to doing other missions or sleeping.

Within his right hand he held a large wooden pole, that at the very bottom had a long metallic spike for skewering the trash. In his left hand was a large bucket that had a paper scroll attached to the bottom. This was so that once he had filled it, he could activate the seal and store away all of the trash for easier transportation. As for his attire, he wore something a bit more simple for this task than his typical uniform. He wore a pair of black slacks, and a shirt that too was black and short-sleeved. Upon his feet were black shinobi sandals with his tabi underneath to keep his feet warm and dry. Around his neck was of course the headband for the village, and at his side was a pouch containing several sealing scrolls for the trash.

He began walking around slowly, reaching out from time to time with his arm to skewer a piece of trash and slip it into the bucket. He had chosen to begin in one corner of the courtyard, having decided to section it off into four regions. This area was chosen first as it had the largest amount of trash visible to him, and he figured it would make things seem less overwhelming. He wandered from place to place, skewering trash here and there until before long he found himself done with this section. He smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead and once again began to pick up and stab trash. This turned out to be more annoying than expected, as he found several items that would slide from the skewer and he would have to bend over and pick them up instead.

About this time he had filled up the first bucket, so he performed various handsigns and touched the scroll from a section he had separated from the trash. In a poof of smoke the trash was gone, and the scroll was all that remained. He pulled it out and rolled it up, stuffing it into his pouch before pulling a fresh one out. He placed this one into the bucket and once again began the epic journey to clean the village. He had finished the two large halves in terms of garbage amount already, so it took almost no time at all to finish the other sections. As he finally sealed away the last bit of garbage from the courtyard he smiled leaned back stretching. Now to move on to another section and begin cleaning up once again.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Ip Trang found himself in the market area of the village now, he had only just finished doing the courtyard not so long ago. His eyes wandered to and fro, seeing people walking around trampling on the trash that littered the streets. Armed once again with his trust garbage spear and his bucket of the void, he made his way down the street stabbing the garbage that he saw. He had to be more careful this time around, as people kept getting in his way or staying on a piece of garbage for an extended period of time. This quickly grew to be a far more arduous task than he had anticipated when he had taken the mission. Despite the various hardships and grueling amounts of time he had to wait for a foot to move, he soon found himself half done and in front of a restaurant.

He smirked and sealed away this next load of trash before making his way down the street once more. By now the village streets were so heavily populated he could barely move, and he found himself having a large amount of difficulty. But he was persistant and in the clever usage of his physical prowess soon go into a less populated section while cleaning up everything on the way. Around this time he knew that they would be serving up new batches of meat at the local barbecue, and now he picked up the pace. He quickly ran down the street gathering up all of the garbage as soon as possible, and in very little time found himself walking out of the barbecue satisfied. He had not only cleaned up the market section of the village, but he had also filled his belly as full as the scrolls were. Now he planned to move on to the area outside of the kage's tower, his final stop before moving on to perform other missions.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Ip Trang slowly made his way into view of the kage's mansion, where he gave a nice big yawn and leaned back while extending his arms in a stretch. He looked around, watching a few shinobi leaving the manor, and a few others doing their own thing. With a nice sigh after his stretch he moved down the road stabbing at the garbage with ferocity. He felt energetic now, having eaten more beef than any human should be capable of consuming. The energy flowed through his veins, or perhaps that was an obscene amount of grease and cholesterol...he was not sure. Either way, he soon found his bucket full and himself standing right before the tower of the Raikage.

For several moments he simple stared and gazed upon the large and imposing building, before finally going back to his duty. He wandered around here and there picking up trash, greeting fellow shinobi along with way. Though most did not seem to pay much attention, likely due to the fact that most carried large stacks of paper into the building. He didn't mind the idea of being kage, but the paperwork was something that he was sure no one wanted to deal with. For at the bare minimum of another hour he found himself picking up the last bits of garbage from the area, and sighing with relief upon no longer seeing anymore. He smiled to himself and sealed away the last bucket before wandering to tell the mission compound attendant that his mission was complete.

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name; trash collection
rank; d
description; Trash is spread throughout Kumogakure no Sato after the agitated aggressions that soaked the village. You as a devoted ninja will pick up the trash from a located sector and hopefully brighten up our monumental village once again.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Ip woken from his usual slumber, the area around him in a total neat pile of trash whilst his working environment where most of his equipment was in manageable order. As his morning ritual, he opens the windows, lights two scented candles whilst he bowed down to pray to Buddha. Afterward, he gathered his belongings, though he placed a wooden practice weapon on to his back. He grabbed the mission scroll, opening it to verity his current situation.

“Trash pick up...mph.” A small frown formed along his lips, though he shook off whatever disagreement he had. For the time being, he had to pretty much go by the routine and finish before the days end. Though as he brought himself along the edge of his house, he noticed a small amount of trash that accumulated outside of his home. He walked over towards it, though held his breath as the incredible stench burned through his nose. “Gah this is disgusting! Who took a..is that...poop?!” He stepped back, almost falling backwards from the fowl smell. Carelessly he turned around, having to change up his plans and pick up a few supplies.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

He stepped out from his home, walking out a fair distance towards an empty scroll shop. He went into he store, stopping before picking up an empty scroll. Having plenty of cash on hand, he payed for two storage scrolls, and picky. He'd place the pocky into one to one side pockets, and the scroll into another. He walked over towards the disgusting pile of trash and apparent poop with his nose covered. As such he held the scroll up, half way folded, placing his palms into the sides as a symbol apparent. He merely throws the scroll into the pile, and most of the trash was picked up. He was glad to not carry around such a disgusting pile of trash but then he remember he has the whole village to do. He began to walk to the next gate, taking out his pocky for a short break.

Once he finished his pocky, he looked around and began to plan his route to clean. He began to walk down the north gate of the village, stopping by near by stores to buy large backs and pick up stick. From there he reached the end of the gate, annoyed somewhat but he began to pick up the trash around the said area. He began to pick up around the bushes, the bits and pieces of left behind by those who've been snacking on their breaks but not throwing away the candy wrappers.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

He'd walk around at the southern gate, having collected several large amounts trash he felt accomplished. Though as he walked down the main streets, he began to pick up more of the useless trash. Slowly, almost heaving himself forward to pick up the last bit of trash from the side of the noodle shop, he stopped and looked inside. He walked in, looked around for anyone her knew but of course no one was there as the evening began to set in. Slowly he dined in pieces, having ordered the noodles and began to eat right after.

Soon the sun began to go down, the night began to set in as the street lights came forth. His head hung low as he was coming down into the mission office, placing the scroll containing most of the trash from the village. From there he collected his pay, clocking in the time in which he started and finished. Ip made it home, the candles within his house had been burning all day and reduced to nothing. He bowed them out, bowing down in prayer once again.

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name; trash collection
rank; d
description; Trash is spread throughout Kumogakure no Sato after the agitated aggressions that soaked the village. You as a devoted ninja will pick up the trash from a located sector and hopefully brighten up our monumental village once again.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

[Dagron Hoshigake]

the turmoil inside ceased as esily as it had came to be. With a subtle realization and a spring to his step, Ip formed a new point of view. Killing was what a ninja was trained to do. Losses were acceptable, friend or foe, so long as the mission was successful. Any ideals beyond this notion beyond this became foolish. This lack of morals is what justified Gungnir's death and in turn, erased Ip's guilty. He wa not a shinobi at heart, but a warrior. A swordsman given an idea of how the ninja arts worked and was allowed to incorperate it into his style of doing things.

A slight smirk curved his lips as he glanced to the door of his home. He had been meditating when he came to this subtle conclusion. Things could be done now, he felt, without incident unless kumogakure shinobi caught on to his tresgression against the village. It didn't matter now though. Ip had power unrivaled or so he assumed. Any who stood before him from Kumo had little chance of survival. That was how he saw it, since he had lived there for a good chunk of his life, seeing the supposed "best" grow.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Lifting himself up he left the house and turned a corner down one of the byways close to his house. This path would take him directly to the mission compound where he would pick up his likely expansive list. It came to a shock, when he got there, one of the missions was cleaning trash again. Picking up trash and somewhere down the road, tearing down large boulders. Everything else was menial in his opinion.

With a shake of his head he sighed and left the mission compound, pocketing the list. It held minor details, but wouldn't do much. He knew all the locations that trash needed to be picked up from. He had tranversed Kumogakure so many times that it was obvious where the citizens felt they needed to toss their waste. Ingrates. When he thought about it, his loyalty swerved into an opposite direction, and he found disgust in realization.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

It was a matter of repeating two previously used methods of taking and sealing trash. Though not as enthusiastically, he tackled the mission with vigor and distaste. Each corner he turned was another layer of filth to be removed. How such a village of prestige coud accumulate so much garbage was beyond Ip. It dawned that this mission would become a primary after the chuunin exams. There would be so much excitement and partying that the streets would literally been filled with festering heaps of garbage, considering how they operated in the village. Someone should created a team specifically dedicated to this type of work, Ip thought. After a while of picking and sealing away garbage, he finally put away his materials and such and moved on to bigger tasks. Fishing.

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name; trash collection
rank; d
description; Trash is spread throughout Kumogakure no Sato after the agitated aggressions that soaked the village. You as a devoted ninja will pick up the trash from a located sector and hopefully brighten up our monumental village once again.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Ip Tang found himself sitting now along a river not so far from the village. He had a small box with various hooks in it, and had a long fishing pole with some string rigged up. He was currently fiddling with one of the hooks and a grasshopper that he had capture several of previously. It jumped and fidgeted, but with skilled digits it was outmatched, and soon impaled on the hook. Ip smiled and flicked the pole tip backwards before flicking forward and watching the grasshopper land in the river. Such was his mission today, one that involved him catching a few fish for the village to add to their food supply.

His attire was simple today and consisted of black slacks, a black short-sleeved shirt, and his shinobi headband hanging around his neck. At his side he had his gear for fishing, which was obviously his tacklebox and fishing string. Along with a large bucket that he had filled with water from the river itself. This was all he felt he needed to capture four fish, and with luck he could be heading out of the area in just a few hours. Though skill would not get him anywhere now, and only patience and luck could serve him during this mission.

For several minutes he sat in place, his eyes locked onto the area where his string was hanging into the water. He stared at it as if it were going to attack him any moment, and as the minutes slowly crept by his eyes began to dip. He realized that he was falling asleep and shook his head some, sticking the end of the pole in the dirt as he went to the river and splashed some water in his face. As he did so he looked up and saw the string jerk down slightly, and suddenly the pole slipped from the ground and zoomed by him. Now his physical prowess was able to help him, and with a blinding movement of the hand captured the rogue pole.

Laughing at his triumph and at his fail turned victory, he pulled in the string to himself and watched the fish emerge from the water. It flopped back and forth as he grabbed it and removed the hook from its' mouth. With a swift movement he tossed the fish into the large bucket and went to a smaller bucket with a grate on top. He reached into this little container and pulled out another grasshopper which was also skewered in no time at all. Another flick and he splashed into the water to bleed out and be devoured by another fish soon enough. Now he waited once more, hoping to catch these other 3 fish before it was too late for him to enjoy his day.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Ip Tang yawned as he sat in place feeling his buttocks grow numb from the length of time he had been sitting here. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he was sure it was at least 3 hours due to the position of the sun in the sky. This had gone from a hopefully quick trip to an heinously boring one in a very slow manner. Minutes felt like hours, and seconds felt like days. This obviously made no sense, but this was just how boring this actually was. He didn't mind fishing and found it to be fun, but today nothing seemed to be biting at all. He almost didn't feel the tug on the end of his line as he wandered along the border of sanity and insanity.

Fortunately this tug jerked him back to sanity and with a mighty yank of his pole the fish flew from the water and into his hands. He reached over and deposited the fish before gathering up the necessary items and tossing the grasshopper coated hook into the water. For several minutes he waited and hoped, and apparently lady luck smiled upon him now. For another tug was felt and soon enough another fish was dropped into the bucket with its' brethren. He was on a roll, and with luck could finish this mission any minute now as he tossed the line into the water once more in an attempt to catch the fourth fish.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Three down and one to go. Ip Tang was making a lot of progress, but he had no idea just how long it could be before the next fish. So he mentally prepared himself for boredom by stabbing the pole in the ground and pulling out a wet stone. He then pulled out some kunai that he had in his tacklebox just in case. He kicked back and started sharpening the edges of the kunai as he waited for the fish to bite. Every now and then he would glance up and look at the rod, making sure that it was not budging. Afterwards he would return his attention to the task at hand, thus killing two birds with one stone so to speak.

For several minutes he sharpened kunai, and soon found himself done due to his skill in sharpening his blades. Now with that done he took a hold of the pole and as luck would have it just in time. As he grabbed hold the pole shot forward and barely did his hand catch the very end of it. He quickly pulled it to him and got a better grip on it, slowly fighting to keep the pole in his hands and to get the fish in. This one was a fighter however, and as he struggled he almost felt like he was losing. Suddenly he got a break and it felt as if the fish had grown weaker, thus allowing him to pull back with his great might. Soon he watched as he pulled in the large fish and dropped it in the bucket. It was a monster indeed, at least 2 feet in length, almost too big for his bucket. Once again another mission complete, and now he just had to carry this all back to the village.

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name; fishing for food
rank; d
description; Kumogakure’s seldom food cache is making the Raikage look for other various resolutions on accumulating food for the hungry citizens of Kumogakure no Sato. One solution the Raikage has exposed is providing the shinobi with fun while being capable. The mission is simple, capture four fish for Kumogakure’s food supply.
reward; 25 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

[Dagron Hoshigake]

The village was slowly drained of it's populace, people leaving for the Land of Iron. The Chuunin Exams would soon begin. This left Ip with very little time, but just enough to complete his missions and move to the far lands of the Samurai. There would surely be a lot of conflicts, especially with the ambitions of youths and perhaps even the conflicting ideals of the Samurai. With so many genin level shinobi, it would be easy to finish off the hidden villages and take over the land once more. Ip could not miss out of this chance to become a chuunin, or hell, even just take down some of the best from other villages.

When he left his house, he had one thing in his eyes: Burning Determination. He would tackle the missions as quickly as he could. Preparing for the journey to the land of Iron would no doubt be a tough road to travel. With that carved in stone he traveled toward where the minefield was once an active war zone. Despite the continual missions to clear them, there seemed to be a massive amount still in the fields. One could only question.. How many did Kumogakure thing they needed?

[Dagron Hoshigake]

The first thing Ip noticed were local gangs, minor groups of social outcasts or just plain out gangsters. They were rummaging through the dirt piles haphazardly. This wasn't group for either them or Ip. They'd get themselves killed and in turn, damage the land far worse than it had been. He exhaled a sigh and went forth to prevent any unneeded injury. No one wanted limbs flying everywhere, least of all Ip who had to work out in the minefields.

Tackling the situation violently could cause explosions. Hindsight. This menat that Ip had to defeat or persaude the men with a play of words as to not provoke them. He started in a steady, friendly tone. "Excuse me fellow villagers. I am Ip Trang, a shinobi charged with the mission of clearing these fields of dangers. It is.. Unwise to mess with such deadly objects of war. Perhaps we can avoid a conflict and you return to Kumogakure?" Of course, they were indignant bastards, heeding only the words of the commanding leader. On a closer look, as they began to glance Ip's way, he noticed they were the same group he had defeated while delivering a family heirloom.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

"Who the hell are--" It dawned on one of the gang members as they recognized Ip. He was the only ninja who wore such a unique outfit. Lightly armored with a mix of dyed leathers with burning red hair, he was a sore thumb in the Kumogakure lot. "It's that shinobi who got in our way last time. Get 'em boys!" In what had to the dumbest display, they all charged through the minefield without paying any mind to their footing. Though by God's grace they never landed on a mine, it was only a matter of time before a mistake was made.

With a keen eye and an equally keen pace, Ip stanced and took to the fight vigorously. He should have known that the ignorant know nothing but conflict. Nodding to himself as they encroached, he leaped into the fray like a fierce lion and struck. They were slow, dumb men with dull weapons. Each one was felled by an easily placed blow to the throat, stomach, solar plexus, and face. Subduing them with minimum force while being capable of applying enough damage to stop them was his goal.