Reconstruction [M][Yuki]
May 23, 2011 6:59:59 GMT -8
Post by Estilo on May 23, 2011 6:59:59 GMT -8
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
By mid-noon, Atlas and Yuki had arrived to the site where the reconstruction of Kumogakure's poorer district would commence. The laborers there- burly men in orange vests and helmets- were taking their lunch breaks now, but the work would commence very soon. Even the villagers were helping, lending a hand as the houses were built and the businesses supplied with stock and reinforcement. "Here we are!" Atlas would smile, patting Yuki on the shoulder as he searched for the construction manager. "I'm gonna go ask the production manager here if he needs any specific help with anything. You're free to come along with me if you'd like."
Upon spotting the man he perceived to be the manager here, Atlas would pass all the construction equipment and "Safety First!" signs, until finally reaching the Production Manager's station. It consisted of a small wooden desk, strewn about paperwork, the production manager himself, and the rubble that surrounded it. He glanced over at a Bulletin Board nearby before turning back to the stocky manager running the place. "I'm here for assistance. From the Mission Compound."
The grizzled man immediately replied. "Mission Compound, eh? Great. Help the boys get started on clearing the rubble and buildin' the houses. Ya clear?"
"Very much so, sir. Point me in the right direction."
The man laughed and gestured with his hands at the rubble that surrounded them. "Just pick'a pile and get to it, spiff!"
Atlas laughed, just to be polite, and spun around. There was much work to be done, so he skipped the formalities with anyone else after that and got to it. First thing on his agenda: clearing the rubble. He set to rolling up the sleeves of his black, buttoned up shirt and got to work.
Piles and piles of debris, shattered rock and discarded metal covered what used to be a civilized area of commerce and dwellings. Somewhere beneath all that rubble, Atlas could see the streets and pathways that criss-crossed over that long forgotten neighborhood. He dug after it with all his might, heaving up the largest fragments of stone and metal he could carry and tossing it into the closest disposal wagon. It was only when he cut his hand with a shard of glass that one of the laborer's decided to hand him a pair of gloves with a grunt.
"Don't bleed yourself to death now, softie." He'd laughed, swiping the sweat off his forehead. Atlas chuckled then continued on his work.