village reconstruction 2 (M)

[Kinz]

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

Moving slowly down the incline between the village and the kage tower, Asa contemplated his efforts for the village. He wasn’t so naive as to think that the electrical poles he had setup would be enough to get the village really back on track. It helped sure, but there was so much more to do. Looking out over the village he could see just how much was left to be done. He knew little about carpentry and the crafting arts, but just from the sheer size of the area that needed rebuilding, combined with the amount of time it had taken to get this far in the reconstruction, Asa was fairly certain it would be a while before the village was back up to par.

In his last attempt at fixing up the village, he had determined that a spiral pattern out from the villages center would be the most beneficial maneuver for a speedy reconstruction. So, heading back to the area he had earlier, Asa began surveying what needed to be done. The wire poles were still up, and apparently the electrical lines had been hung. That’s good. At least no setbacks had occurred while Asa was away. Then he saw something strange. In this area the residents had all been moved to a group housing building for the time being, seeing as individualized housing was probably going to be something left for the final stages of the rebuilding. However, in what Asa assumed was an ally back when there were still standing buildings, he saw a group of men huddling amongst the debris.

Though the men were filthy, they didn’t have the look of criminals about them. Asa was interested in finding out why these men would forsake the safety of the group housing building, for this street existence. Applying some chakra to his feet, Asa leapt down from the perch he had made for himself and strode over to the men. It was beginning to drizzle as he came to a halt in front of the group.

“Hey guys, what are you doing. It’s gunna rain soon, lets get in doors. The shelter is just down the road.”

Asa paused as he saw the tired look on their faces. One of the man, a burly, black bearded man with a soft voice spoke up in what Asa recognized as a sad tone. Apparently the men wanted to go to the shelter, but weren’t allowed. They lived in a different district, but were brought to this one to work. They were supposed to live in that districts group housing, but it usually closed up by this time, full of people. By the time they got their after working in this district all day, there usually wasn’t any room left. So the men were content in having their families stay there all day long, while they came to this district and braved the elements. Not being with their families after the trouble they survived was what was causing them the most hardship. Asa had to do something.

[Kinz]

How was Asa going to set this right? It wasn’t fair that these men who were working to repair the village were being treated in this manner. They needed a place to live, otherwise they would grow weaker by the day due to exposure. If these men were weakened, or became infirmed then the rebuilding efforts would be grounded to a halt. It was a perplexing predicament. The drizzle was quickly turning to rain, and Asa knew a down pour was on the way. Looking at the area near the group of men, he thought he had an idea.

The foundation of the building that had previously been there was still in tact, but the rubble had never been cleared and the structure had never been built back up. It would do nicely for Asa’s needs. Clapping his hands he addressed the men.

“Listen guys, I know you’re tired and distressed, but I have an idea. Help me for a little bit and we’ll get something to remedy this housing trouble you’re having.”

The men looked skeptical, but Asa was a chunnin. Even if they didn’t know what he was talking about they would probably trust him based solely on his rank. Each man pulled themselves to their feet and began following Asa’s instructions. They all began pulling boards and garbage off of the buildings foundation, being careful not to fall into the hole that was the basement. The rain was picking up, spurring the men to work faster. Any wood was to be tossed into the basement. Asa pulled used his boulder technique to pull a large square boulder out of the ground where another house whose foundation had collapsed had once stood. The boulder he pulled was roughly 30 meters in every dimension. The hole it vacated was where they would throw the other garbage from the wreck they worked on. Asa placed the boulder in the middle of the street. Hopefully it would work.

He waited for the men to finish clearing it sufficiently. Then forming handseals, he would put his hand on the ground. Multiple spikes of earth would shoot out from the sides of the foundation. The jutted out, creating what could be considered a fairly level floor. It would need some polish, maybe some carpet, but for the time being it would do. Only one gap in the far corner was left open. Then, Asa formed another string of handseals and got to work on the boulder he had previously removed from the ground.

[Kinz]

His hands seemed to flow into the boulder as Asa performed his technique. From the boulder Asa removed a smaller, 29 meter in diameter square. Then he would set that boulder off to the side. Now he had a hollowed out boulder in front of him, so he would set to work editing it into a suitable structure. Removing a small section to create a door. Wiping the sweat from his brow Asa picked the now hollowed out boulder up, and set the open end down in line with the foundation. He had created a room for the men. Then, stepping into the room, Asa created spikes once more from the side of the foundation in the opening he had left in the floor. This would serve as stairs to access the basement.

Stepping back out into the pouring rain he would pick up the segment he had pulled off for the door, and would place it over the opening in the floor for safety. It was light enough for the men to move it if they tried. Then forming handseals one final time he would have spikes protrude from the walls of the boulder into the ground outside to structure to keep it sturdy. The smaller boulder would be hefted back into the hole he had pulled the original from alongside the other junk.

The men stood their in awe of Asa’s techniques. Asa would usher them into their new shelter. A little effort at night and they would probably have enough room for their family to stay with them here too. Hopefully it would spur them to work a little harder to, now that they were given serviceable accommodations. With a wave to the men, Asa headed off. He was tired from using all that ninjutsu. He would head home for some rest. As Asa was leaving, he saw the gentlemen he helped inspecting their new digs. It was a good feeling he had. They would be much safer there and after reconstruction maybe they could turn that building he had hastily built into something useful. Who’s to say? The rain began to slow during his lengthy ascent to the home, before another day of missions were upon him.

[Kinz]

Asa’s head felt fused to his pillow as the mornings first rays of light cascaded in through the window. The crusty sleepers in his eyes didn’t seem to want to leave as he rubbed at them, eventually scrubbing them clear. Sitting up in his bed, the blanket wrapped around him like a toga, Asa looked out the window. The rain from the night before had ushered in a new day. A nice one at that.

Sliding off the edge of his bed and standing on his feet, Asa discarded the blanket he had wrapped around himself. He dawned his usual attire, and took note of his disheveled bed. He decided he’d wait till later to make it up again. Then he strode down the dormitory hallway and out the front exit. Ever since the villages damage had occurred, most people were stuck in community housing, including the ninja. They had taken up residence in a barracks that was quickly constructed. It was nerve wracking having to sleep near some of his allies, many of them snoring despite their arguments to the contrary.

There was quite a bit of mud on the ground today. Many of the paved roads had been demolished in the wake of the troubles. Perhaps that would be a good place to start this morning. Paving a road in the area that he had worked yesterday would allow the other regular craftsmen a lot of luxuries they didn’t currently have. For instance, they could bring in heavy machinery on days like today when the ground would mire their efforts. It would also save them a lot of effort when it came to replacing damaged tires due to uneven ground.

[Kinz]

After a few moments, Asa came back to the boulder built house he had created the previous night. The gentlemen living within seemed to be just waking up, from what was presumably the most restful nights sleep they had had in a while. The fatherly man from the day before approached Asa. The steam from the cup of coffee in his hands carried the delicious smell to Asa’s nostrils. A short greeting and Asa explained that he had plans to pave this main road. The fatherly man agreed that is was a worth while venture, so he called his men together to get to work.

Apparently this area wasn’t scheduled for new roads for a while yet. All the stone building materials they usually would use for such an affair were being housed in the warehouse on the other side of town. The formen wouldn’t even let them get it right now if that was the only task they had left to do. It was all being closely monitored. Apparently paving was the last thing on the list, even less important then individualized housing. Perhaps there was something Asa could do about that though. They had a willing work force, so perhaps he could supply the bulk of the materials.

“Wait here a moment guys. Be back in a jiff.” With that, Asa darted off towards the low peak of the nearby Gastalt mountain.

Gastalt was probably the shortest mountain in all of Kumo, but many didn’t know why. According to legend, Gastalt was the building block for the Kumogakura village. Once upon a time it was the largest mountain in the world, some saying it could reach past the sky. The endless peak was its original name. Now it was a nub of its former glory. At the dawning of Kumogakura, the leaders had used earth jutsu to rend the peak asunder and shatter its stone work for building. Apparently the stone that made the peak was of particularly high quality. It would do for cobblestones.

[Kinz]

His hands and feet were beginning to ache. He had been scaling the mountain for a time now, finding outcroppings and fissures for his hands and feet to gain hold on. Little scrapes were beginning to mare his fine flesh. Most people would be using chakra to simply walk up the mountains astonishing angle, but he would need every drop for what he was about to do. The men below were hopefully holding up their end of the bargain.

Down there, the workmen who he had allied with would hopefully be ushering civilians out of the area where they would be paving. If something went wrong Asa wasn’t worried about property damage. There was little in the way of property to truly damage. He was worried about citizens getting in the way of his efforts and getting hurt under the wide ranging movement that he currently planned.

Reaching the peak of the mountain Asa was shocked to find that it didn’t actually have a “peak” the mountain actually cut off in a type of plateau. An interesting, if pointless development. It did lend credence to the legend about it being used to build the village. It was to smooth a surface to be natural. Forming handseals, Asa would begin to reach into the ground and pull perfectly square 40 meter wide, and 1 meter thick blocks of stone, then would hurl them towards the road where they would be paving. He performed this approximately 10 times, using his sharingan to angle his throws perfectly, and his earth spear essence to increase the distance he would actually throw the stones.

The stones would land in a perfect grouping, spanning about a 400 meter road way. The sweat on Asa’s brow was like a waterfall. He collapsed in a fit of gasps, the crimson fading from his eyes. Each stone block landed perfectly in line, burying enough to be considered a smooth road. The little gaps and imperfections would be found and addressed by the work crew down below. Now he had to see to getting down from the mountain. His body wasn’t really responding now though. The effort had left him unable to complete the mission and return to the compound. Sitting there sleep crept over him. He decided that the mountains cold ground was a comfortable bed, at least until he regained some energy. Then he would head to the compound to collect his reward.

[DAVID BOWE]

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