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

Asa gazed out upon his village of kumo. Many groups of people mulled about the various roads and paths, trying their best in a disorganized way to get the buildings and other essentials back up to par. The troubles hadn't forgotten his home. A sigh crossed his lips as he forced the smile back on his face. There was little to smile about in Kumo these days. If you had your life when you hit the pillow at night you had a good day. Food and aid distribution areas had been consumed, and without help many people had resorted to various crimes. Once decent people now did murder in the streets. The ninja needed to get the problem under control. Stopping the criminals wouldn't stop the production of others. They needed to stop the need for crime.

A gentle breeze rippled the fabric of his robes as he took a step forward. His foot met the insubstantial air and he began his decent. His free fall brought him down from the mountain tops like an angel descending from on high. A few agile flips and slides found him standing on the street level of the village. This particular street seemed to have been cleared of most of the larger ruble that had been present on so many others. It was a center district of the village. The best option was to focus on certain points in the village starting from the center and spiraling outwards as things got completed. It would mean the more outlying districts would have no help anytime soon, but it would be the most efficient way of getting the majority of people the help they needed faster, while culling the bad eggs out of the village in the process.

Moving like a serpent through the throngs of people, Asa came to a group of men attempting to reinstall power lines. Apparently this district had gotten to the point where there was a group domicile that was housing the residence, so getting individual shelters was an afterthought to providing power and water to the various aid facilities. The men seemed to be having difficulty. They had no machinery to speak of. So the large poles had to have large holes dug and then be lifted up by a group of them and a pulley system. It was a tedious and slow process. Perhaps Asa could speed things along a bit.

[Kinz]

After some light questioning, Asa found their appointed leader. He was a man in his late fifties with graying hair and a look in his eye of pure seriousness. Asa couldn't believe a smile had ever touched that face. But he was nice enough to proved Asa with information in return for his help. Apparently the road he was on was planned to have the power lines up and running today. They had approximately seven poles left to run, with all the wires still un-hung. There was no way they'd even get the poles up without the equipment they hadn't been assigned. Not getting this job done would throw the remainder of the construction efforts in the area off, because many of the necessary tools required electricity. It was also essential to restore power to the group home soon, because the generators being used now wouldn't last forever, and much of the life sustaining medical equipment couldn't afford to be shut down.

Asa looked to the skies quickly, allowing his mind to wonder down the paths of thought. This needed to be finished. As he began to settle on a plan, the man in charge, Toruge, told him of one other problem. Apparently there had been a few cut purses stealing the mens wallets while they were in the process of lifting the poles. It made the men worried to work. This was apparently an even bigger and murkier bog to traverse for him then the lack of equipment. Asa had an idea though.

A few quick handseals and earth would begin crawling up his form. The clay material coating his body, augmenting his strength quite considerably. Continuing his flourish of seals, two burning clones off himself would appear. They would be left standing outside of the work area for the time being, watching the surrounding crowds. He on the other hand would move forward and rouse the workers. "Ok gentlemen. As you've seen I'm a ninja. That means I'm awesome. It also means those cut purses will be dealt with should they feel frogy on this day. Now lets get to work. Two of you men who were lifting the pole from behind are reassigned to the pulley team. I'll be taking your spot. Digging team, you are reassigned to helping lift the pulley as well. Lets get to work."

[Kinz]

Sweat began to roll down his face causing little skin colored lines to form on his dirt filled faced. The earthen armor on his exterior blocked the site however, making appear as if nothing was phasing the ninja. He took the lowest end of the pole where it was heaviest. Pushing with all his might the men behind him assisted, and the pulley team assisted even more. The weight of the large wooden pole lifting to point towards the sky. Many of the men flashed indignant words about him not having them dig a hole for the pole, not being able to understand his reasoning. None of them would disobey a ninja, and a chunnin at that. Rank had its rewards.

Eventually the pole was standing straight and tall, and the men continued their indignant comments. That is, until Asa began his technique. Using his earthen chakra he would begin pulling the pole into the soil. A few feet into the ground and it would be locked in place in the hard bedrock of the mountain. Returning to the surface he smiled at the mens stunned faces. They had completed one pole in about a half hour, the same job it had taken them nearly two hours to complete by themselves. Asa was satisfied with this arrangement. They would probably be able to get the rest of the poles up by the end of the day. Continuing on to the next one, Asa began hearing a commotion behind him. Looking he smiled even broader this time.

His eyes were confronted with the scene of a man holding a katana up to his fire clone. The man stood there apparently demanding his clones money. Not being one to wear his headband often, Asa took note that he hadn't made the headband on his clone either. Nothing for the thug to know he was a ninja, or rather the clone of a ninja. Asa told the men to go back to work and began preparing the next pole as he sent a mental thought to the clone. "Make an example of him."

The clone waited for the man to become unnerved enough to slash at him. The blade would pass through the flame clone while fire licked its edge and as he reached the opposite side of Asa's clone, the bunshin would smile and harshly swat a hand across the mans face. Where usually a hand sized welt would be, a flaming bit of flesh now lay. The blazing strike of the clone marking the flesh of the man. Branding him a thief. As the man fled Asa's clone went back to guarding until the work was done. They finished on schedule, and just before the evening sky had darkened to much. He had assisted in restoring power to this district.

[Kinz]

His eyes gleamed with joy as the men celebrated their victory over the job. As the men headed off to the bar to rejoice further, Asa smiled. They were his type of people. Simple. Waving good bye, Asa climbed the mountain back to the mission compound. His smile stretching from ear to ear. His heart throbbing with pride for his fellow villagers and their tough resolve. The moon shined on the cloud village that evening.

[exit]

[DAVID BOWE]

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