Sprinting for a half-hour [M: Complete]
May 9, 2011 16:00:54 GMT -8
Post by Takeru Fuuma on May 9, 2011 16:00:54 GMT -8
name; delivery boy
rank; d
description; It’s no secret Kumogakure no Sato is monumental. The travel from one end to another for a mere citizen takes hours. Because of the prolonged trip in traveling from one point towards another for a citizen. The Kumogakure no Sato inhabitants require the aid of the Kumogakure shinobi to quickly deliver objects with hastened speed. Usually what takes hours for the residents is cut in half for a Kumogakure shinobi. So go out and deliver whatever it is our natives need delivered.
reward; 20 experience, 100 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable
The task was a simple one, although details were sparse at first on just what Takeru would be transporting across town. All that was listed on his scroll was a meeting place, and a time, which of course fell under today’s date as well, placed at the top right corner. He had observed this when he first selected the mission at the compound, and hadn’t run into any problems so far. Not like he expected to, this was after all only a D-Rank, danger was not present and this was a simple drop and go assignment. Regardless, he wouldn’t have argued if there was any danger might have made things interesting for him. Now though, he had lost all hope of such as he walked to the end of a street corner.
There was a lone man, holding what appeared to be nothing more than a brown box, no bigger than the average satchel. Judging by looks, it would be relatively easy to carry while running, which was a blessing. If it had been larger, transporting it would have taken much longer than Takeru intended. Bearing such negatives aside though, Takeru approached, only singling the man with a nod, and a gesture to his headband. Upon such, the man, whom now could be seen to be wearing all black, and a rather out of place white hat step forward.
The first thing Takeru noticed about him was the jitter. The client seemed nervous, or otherwise distraught about something. However, his eyes showed no fear, not from what the Genin could tell, only blue eyes were there and a look of annoyance. This might have set other ninja on edge, for the fear of being reprimanded by such a look. However, he took his time, walking rather casually, and not caring to notice that the man was tapping his foot. When he did arrive he held out a hand, having no intention of talking with the client, other than finding out where he needed to drop the package.
“So, a gift for a lovely lady perhaps, maybe some hentai for a friend,” Takeru broke the ice, cracking a wide smirk, for he was sure that was not what the box contained? For one, that would be a lot of hentai, and for another, a lot of jewelry. He came to a stop just short of the man and awaited both package and instruction. Although, he didn’t have to wait long, the man apparently did not have the time, or the patience to deal with a piss-mouthed young Genin.
“On the south side of the Rakikage’s tower there’s a small shop, boarded up with a large X serving as the name at the top painted in back. Drop this in front of the door and leave.” The man had a gruff voice, gritty and pissed off, however he still handed over the package quickly and Takeru accepted it, not commenting on the vagueness of such instructions, or the fact that the man had just checked his 6’oclock. Whatever this man was into after all, was none of the Genin’s concern, nor would it be wised to get involved without knowing the consequence. As such, without a word Takeru stormed off, passing the man, and sprinting into an alley-way.
The alley-way was disgusting, covered in both grime and trash. However, in most cases taking such a side-street was much quicker than simply going around them. The stench put off from the trash was bearable, and there was relatively enough room for Takeru to keep up his pace. Off on both of his sides were dully colored buildings, of gray, and black, and every several feet there was either a door, or an adjacent path leading off into a building or a different direction entirely. These, were ignored by him though, for he was using the tower, and the sun as his guiding compass.
Occasionally, as he passed through the side-streets, people stepped out of dark corners and others from doorways. The pats of his feet were loud, and as minutes soared by his breathing had slowly become unsteady. That matched with dripping sweat and stinging droplets in his eyes, were enough to attribute to his grunts as he increased his speed. However, sighs of relief would be heard when he entered either a new district, or another street, for he had to pause, collect his bearings and decide what direction n to head in.
Although the task was simple, Takeru didn’t realize just how much of a toll straight running would take on his body. Over time, his pace would slow, just as he was exiting the side-street actually. Now, on main-streets, surrounding by local shops, stalls and people gathered around chatting, difficulty maneuvering increased. He had to cut around people, sometimes stop entirely because some fool wasn’t watching where they were going, and he even had to jump over boxes that had just been, left laid out in the middle of the street. If he had cared to look back though, he would have realized that someone had come to pick up the boxes shortly after he had passed them. Still he cursed under his breath:
“What ass would leave all that crap in the middle of the street?” He wondered, only briefly for with sweat, and pants all his attention was focused on getting the package delivered on time and not collapsing as he ran. Thankfully, the tower wasn’t far off, and from there it would be rather easy to find the shop in question. The south side of the tower, faced the entrance of the village, and was the side that could not be entered. The sun, setting to the west, which was now behind him indicated that he was headed east, so as he drew in close to the tower he’d turn to his right and head off down another street and then it would only be a matter of time before he’d have to find that large X his client spoke of.
Luckily, Takeru beat the sunset, and as passed the tower, he headed south, first passing a lone street, vacant of life and filled with ruined structures. However, the very next street at its side was still bustling with life. This was the street he was looking for, and briefly he confirmed his location by looking at the tower itself. With such a confirmation, he stormed by, a gentle breeze brought in his wake and small drops of sweat casing the ground. A few townsfolk turned their heads, but only went back to their activities after realizing that they had only been passed by a courier, a Shinobi nonetheless. The Genin obviously posed no threat, and would not be interrupting them again.
A few blocks down the shop, if it could even be properly called that, stood. The X, was indeed painted in black, hanging upon a loose tread of wood, and what appeared to be iron, just above the structure. The sign seemed like it would fall over at any second, and the door to the shop itself had been kicked in. Regardless of what negative connotations that implied, Takeru did as he was instructed, and came to a stop just at the small, wooden stairway that led up to the shop. He didn’t wait around long, and after catching his breath, which in itself took a few seconds, he proceeded up the staircase and thereafter laid the package just in front of the door.
As he turned to go, he briefly thought about opening the package itself, it was bound to be open soon and all anyways. However, such an action could possibly have repercussions that he could not contain, nor would he want to argue against. That in mind, he raised his hands up and gently placed them on the back of his head. After which he began the long walk back to the mission compound. With sweat pouring, eyes stinging and only his strained breaths to keep him company, it would be quite a while before he’d receive adequate payment for essentially sprinting for a half-hour straight.
“That man better appreciate what I just did. I didn’t even look.”
