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[| J.im Kelly |]

Stepping forth from the compound, Gin knew there were no words to be spoken. Silence settled in as the pair descended into the village, their first job being to assist with rebuilding Kumogakure. As they reached the streets, they split, both going their separate ways to do their job in different locations. If they both helped the same person, then only one job would be done. They both knew they could work efficiently without each other, so what's the point of staying together when they could knock out two things at once. They both had known this plan before the mission had even started from doing it several days prior to this.

Gin himself was looking for something easy to do, but when a woman in distress crossed his eye, he had to help her no matter what the job was. Unfortunately, that job would be assisting her brother's in carrying beams across the village to where their second shop was. There had been some sort of water damage to the wooden beams holding the thing up, and so they had to do something about it or be forced to close the store down. One of the woman's brothers had broken his ankle, and was unable to do it. As a ninja of Kumogakure, it was currently Gin's duty to give his strength, even though it wasn't very much.

The work started out fairly simple. The woman's brothers were sort of stocky, which made the job so much easier than it should have been. He barely had to lift anything, because they carried the majority of the weight. The real issues began to rise when they had to build the actual shop. The beams had to be stacked next to eachother underneath the side of the ceiling that was about to collapse. It was tedious, one of the planks could have fallen at any time and knocked him right on the head. What kind of pain he would've been in, he didn't know for sure, and really didn't want to find out.

I wonder where Satsui went off to.. Hopefully something easier and less dangerous...

[Dagron Hoshigake]

A conflagration of rustic orange and reds blossomed across the western sky as dusk began to settle in, plunging the world into an almost preternatural twilight glow. Shadows danced amongst archaic statue figures, mountain formations, and the streets and byways of Kumogakure. The hustle and bustle of village life had died into a surreal calm that brought nostalgia to the old, unrest to the young. Still even in the peaceful milieu of the twilight hour construction could be heard in the distance. Kumogakure still licked its wounds after it endured a fatal chaos. This was a time of convalescence. For both Kumogakure and its citizens.

Pitiless orbs of arctic blue flickered from place to place, traversing the byways and corners of Kumogakure. Sharp, quizzical, and scrutinizing they assessed and deduced from the world around them a purpose. Kumogakures wounds were not fresh, but still bled. Women and children and sometimes even men withered in despair at their damaged or destroyed homes. The poor and unfortunate moaned out their displeasures, foodless and starving in poverty. There was no sympathy that made haven within the cold blue of those eyes, only a certain level of systematic obligation as one may require help more than the other, if it would not break the back of the slums in envy.

The Raikage would writhe in agony, Satsui was sure, if he wandered these listless streets of remorse and despair. Greed hid in tight corners where corruption flourished from the shadows of night. Thievery thrived in the shelter it provided and when times were right, the chilling screams of the murdered filled the air. No one appealed to the shinobi from this spectrum of the ninja realm. A forced sense of omerta had gripped it since it began. The likes of this realm were uncommon to the petty squabbles of upper-class portions of the city where destruction hadn't as bad and the damages were insignificant or menial.

Inside Satsui stirred his own darkness, given new life by the corrupting shadows that twisted and lithely flickered through the destruction like snakes in grass. There were those who attempted to play on his human senses, bribe their way into his favor, or simply seek the solace of carnal pleasure. The filth was endless and traveling these ways to assist in its structural integrity was a senseless act of stupidity, not kindness. Satsui thought it should just be destroyed rather than built upon, leave the construction for when it was purged of infestation, but conformed to a higher will despite himself. Very few found favor and what little did were given exactly that. Little. It was all the shinobi could muster in an attempt not to slaughter in windrows to stem the growing darkness in their hearts.

He never indulged in the cruelty his mind and will pressed. Images of violence, death, and more destruction seemed illogical in this "glorious age" of reconstruction and prosperity. A joke portrayed by the government to create a facade to the fearful and easily riled public. Satsui didn't buy it and just as soon would leave than stay. Gin pinned him in place until the time was right. A powerful domination would rise in their wake. Weakness was a disease -- They were the cure.

[| J.im Kelly |]

The second part of the job passed over slowly. About an hour went by before Gin was completely finished in helping them restore their shop to it's former glory. That is, if there was any glory in such an establishment. The place was run down from the start. The boy sighed, exiting the building and beginning his journey back to their rendevouz point. It was more of a mentally selected place that both of them set to meet up after they were done with their split. The walk took about ten minutes before he was at the zone. There he waited for his brother to arrive so they could depart on their second duty.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Power was a stigma in society. Those who had it sought more. An infinite greed that consumed them without a conscious thought. Those without it either devoted a lifetime to gaining it or loathed those with it. There was a perpetual animosity in that. Even should war be abolished conflict would always be on the horizon. Its remorseless face smeared with a sadistic grin. It corrupted even the most precious of Souls, marking it with a lifetime of strife and hardship. Morality and Logic and philosophies would always fight over what it was that could relinquish the malevolent grasp the corruptive aspects had since even complete destruction had failed to quell it.

In a world where shinobi were raised into a martial law, trained to fight or kill, there would be no peace. No true rest from chaos so long as conflict was nurtured by the strong to prevent it. The idea of absurdity could only be stopped by routing all leaders, all factions, destroying the idea that peace could be sustained through treaty and division. Gin had a dream, a vision for a unified world where division did not exist. The peoples would be united under a supreme order or power uncontested. Satsui understood this as it coincided with his desires to show the world the strength of the Shintarou. Unifying the lands with it would have it recognized.

The young ninja carried the cart the brothers used previously to carry the mines before. Kyobona was absent, which allowed Satsui his time alone to reflect on his vision of a unified realm. What would become of the Ninja, or the Samurai far north? Would they seek domination of the southern lands? They would come face-to-face with Gin, Satsui, and Kyo. Standing like immovable mountains of strength. The idea of that superiority tickled Satsui. He knew that once they left Kumogakure, everything would begin.

When Satsui arrived, the sun was no more than a sliver of light peaking over the mountain tops and crevices in between. Just enough to shed light on the mines around the village. He doubted Gin would be pleased with the time it had taken him to complete his tasks, but they had all the time in the world until the chunin exams rolled around and set them on the path.

[| J.im Kelly |]

"Bakayarou, konoyarou!"

Gin was furious. He had awaited the arrival of his brother for the past several hours at the rendevouz point, sitting and sweating while Satsui was off wasting time. Time that could have been spent more productively. Their second mission could have been finished long ago, but instead they had to dig up mines in the dark. The idiocy of his brother, no wonder he was all brawn and no brain. Ignoring whatever excuse his brother had, or any attempt to make amends at all, he stormed the opposite way. His goal was the gates, where they would depart to the mine fields.

MISSION FINISHED

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

Once he reached the house, he personally hauled the wagon outside of the village and to the next mine field. So far, the group had personally uncovered three, and so four would be a great deed to the village. Especially since, from their perspectives, the village didn't deserve their kindness, as their major aim was to bring it down in the long run. The light slowly dimmed outside of the village, leaving it hard to scavange the area for mounds. However, from the last time he looked at his map, he could tell exactly where they would be going. Gin had a photographic memory, which served him well.

As they reached the zone, silence continued. He was obviously not in a good mood with Satsui, and if it were anyone else he would've removed them from his group for incompetence. The slow, repetitive strokes of his kunai digging into the earth would become a drag over the hour that it took them to dig the entire field. Over that same hour, Gin couldn't help but think about Satsui's obsession with his father. That, and the Chuunin exams. If Gin wasn't prepared himself, he wasn't going to go, but Satsui simply wanted to go to break skulls and advance in rank.

Tch. This is a peasants work... why not have them do it?

Gin questioned himself periodically, it was the only way he could keep himself from turning around and leaving the mines in the field. Was the only way he'd continue his job.

MISSION STARTED

name; clearing mines
rank; c
description; During the war Kumogakure no Sato planted mines around various areas amongst the village so the enemies would be welcomed with a satisfactory treat. With those desolated times over it’s time we clear those mines before they backfire upon us. There are several areas with mines laying dormant waiting to be triggered. Remove them without triggering them, be cautious!
reward; 40 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Satsui worked in silence. It was a repetitive task that required little effort these days. He'd done it so much that it seemed almost muscle memory had settled in. Gins anger was without substance. His wait was his own, since he did not need to wait alone and do nothing. Various ramen shops littered the city streets. Competitive business that would please the bored mind of Satsui's brother.

It wasn't long before the wagon was stacked and filled with the oddly placed land mines. Gin couldn't complain about the efficiency, but could the darkness that settled over them with only a sliver of the moon to light the way.

[| J.im Kelly |]

As the wagon filled up, Gin's mood slowly restored. Despite Satsui disappointing him by being extremely late, he did manage to remember to bring the wagon along and worked efficiently throughout the second part of their day. Still, he had pissed him off something fierce, and that's just something that couldn't be tolerated. Gin was a peaceful sort of man until you pushed his buttons. Patience was something he was capable of, but definitely not one of his strong suits. Gin placed the last of the mines within the wagon and walked off toward the village. The moons rays were his only guidance, as they illuminated the earth below him with their divine light.

After a couple minutes of wandering, Gin managed to lead the pair back into the village and catch the armory just as the workers who were held up there were leaving. He was lucky. Of course, the compound would be open at this point, it seemed to never close. Their path cut through the village, allowing them to drop the wagon off at their home. From there, they proceeded to the compound, where they would receive their reward--

The only thing they really worked for anymore..

MISSION FINISHED

name; clearing mines
rank; c
description; During the war Kumogakure no Sato planted mines around various areas amongst the village so the enemies would be welcomed with a satisfactory treat. With those desolated times over it’s time we clear those mines before they backfire upon us. There are several areas with mines laying dormant waiting to be triggered. Remove them without triggering them, be cautious!
reward; 40 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

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