Ξ reconstruction [P][M]

[Ξ CHROME]

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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; 40 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

The events that had occurred prior to the partial restoration of the village had certainly taken its toll on the villages and its peoples. Those without homes nor food made up an astounding chunk of the population and Kumogakure’s infrastructure had taken a noticeable beating as well. It could be easily classified as a tragedy but nevertheless, it wasn’t as if it were impossible to recover.

In fact, the recovery process had been going quite smoothly and the duo’s participation in this task would only speed it up, like a catalyst added to a reacting solution. With details aside, I had been waiting for my self-proclaimed sensei for quite some time now and knowing him, he knew that I was on his time and not vice versa. I’d cross my dark skinned arms about my chest, legs dangling over the edge of the bench that I was sitting upon. Sure, I could be classified as a patient individual however this particular instannce would soon become an exception lest the ANBU member arrived soon.

In all, I was very much unsure of the Chuunin’s motives for his lineage and overall demeanor caused him to be overbearingly predatory. Most of the time, I couldn’t bare establishing eye contact for I felt that the mind was sizzling if the stated event had occurred. Still, he claimed that he could craft me into something that could classified as “legendary” and I figured that I had might as well go with the whole ordeal to reap the benefits. Besides, he did threaten me with death and I wasn’t too ready to perish in my young and fruitful age. Still, one question remained unanswered.

“Where is he?”

[lore.]

The Anbu had recently picked up a pupil, whom he believed in greatly; even trusting the kid with his plans and schemes. Today, the two were suppose to go on a mission to help the village and to at least get some money for themselves. But Gin saw the mission as an opportunity, a chance to get to know the kid, and see how he can progress, especially as a ninja.

The Anbu was running late, and began to sprint forth towards his destination, and when he was ten meters away -- he did the unusual. He would stretch his arm out -- the slender arm twisted and coiled around the boy's body, as the man revealed his face to the half-blind boy. His attire exactly the same as before, except with a new tie and shirt, but everything else was pretty usual. "Ahh, finally found you kid. Sorry I'm late, had to do some things, but yeah."

Even though his arm was still tied around the boy, he stretched his arm out more, waiting for the boy to place the mission papers within his hands. Gin wanted to make sure he got something good, or at least worth the time for, because doing missions weren't easy. "After you give me the mission paper, lead the way and start the mission."

When the paper would be placed in his grasp, the appendage would uncoil from the boy, letting him loose, and giving fruition for the mission to begin. The start of a new shinobi would birth today, and it would be worth it all.

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I was growing increasingly restless, evident by the fiddling of the headband wrapped neatly about my left wrist and I became too preoccupied to notice the arm extending forth from quite a distance, coupled with the fact that it was coming from my blind side. I froze once I felt the appendage wrap about my form and in my startled state, I was tempted to brandish a weapon out of instinct but the coiling arm stopped me from doing otherwise. If that weren’t disturbing enough, the fact that I’d notice it was my own supposed “teacher” doing this caused my visage to twist into a mixture of utter surprise and uneasiness. He claimed that he had matters to attend to and I dismissed the notion of asking him as to what he was doing, knowing that I would receive a vague description in return. After he requested for the mission papers, I quickly moved the papers towards his hands, noticing his arm retracting once I had done so.

"..."

I sighed inwardly, a bit perplexed as to why he was giving me temporary leadership. After quick thought, I could only deduce that he was trying to help bolster my confidence and leadership abilities and conducting the completion of this construction project would seem to contribute to the overall process. Nodding silently at his statement, I’d slowly make my way over towards the designated construction site, an array of building supplies and the like already there for our usage. The structure itself was a house that had taken minor amounts of damage from the series of events. Most of the damage stemmed from general decay and repairing the wear and tear of the edifice wouldn’t prove to be difficult.

“Well, it looks as if we’ll have to fix this house right here. There are some holes in the roof and also some along the sides of the house. Some of the paint is chipping off as well so all we have to do is fix that. Um, I’ll start on the sides, you can take the roof.”

I explained before picking up a few boards, nails and a hammer before making my way over towards the left side of the house. The goggled pilot’s hat’s flaps swung to and fro as I walked and after placing the tools on the ground, I set to work. Hopefully, this mission wouldn’t take too long as long as we coordinated our efforts.

[lore.]

/exit

[Ξ CHROME]

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