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[| J.im Kelly |]

The trio exited the confines of the mission compound, stepping into a glorious ray of light that broke through the clouds as a spear would a shield. Gin headed them, retrieving the information on their "chores" from within his robe and read over them carefully. To his knowledge, one of them had been completed before, and with an added person the task would take no time. The other three were foreign to him, but didn't appear as if they were too difficult. In terms of saving time, the closest to them would be helping the villagers out with home damage and assisting them in rebuilding. There were several instances where a home received some roof damage, or a merchants shack would collapse. He mentally marked multiple areas of interest, and went to the next page to look it over.

After going over them, he turned to Satsui and Kyobona, giving the usual nod that indicated that he was ready to march. His arms were thrown back wards as he pushed off onto the rooftops to head to one of the main merchant streets in Kumogakure, where several shacks had been reported to have broken down and needed assistance with the reconstruction. Once there, the group took to the pathway, walking down the road. Stopping, Gin spun on his heel to turn and speak to his brother's.

"We're going to split up and help one person each. These shacks shouldn't be too hard to put up, even with my physique. Be done in an hour or be left behind."

Turning, he began to walk in the opposite direction of them, calling out, "And that means you don't get any of the reward!"

He didn't care who the other two went to help, from the rooftops, he had picked out a person in need some ways off. It seemed as if one side of their stall had collapsed, and the shack behind him was somewhat damaged as well. The harm done appeared minimal as Gin approached the site of distress. He walked up to the merchant who managed the stand, who seemed extremely frustrated with trying to hold up the roof of the stall long enough to replace the beams that held it up. The passersby did nothing in their ability to help him out, and so it was up to the shinobi of Kumogakure no Sato to save the day.

To his surprise, the trader was fairly old. You'd usually find these types managing a job behind the door with their grandson or own flesh and blood, but this man seemed to be alone. Gin offered his help to the man as he advanced upon the broken stall, giving a reassuring smile and nod to him as he spoke.

"Here, let me help you with this." He moved, lifting the top of the shack up with relative ease. The old man blessed the boy, stating that he was was the man's savior. Gin cast away his idolizing, stating that he was simply a Genin of Kumogakure, and as such, it was his duty to assist his village and it's civilians in times of need. Some sense of pride shot through the boy when speaking this. The old man simply gave a weak smile through his words, his old voice rasp and drawn out.

"Ah, this new generation sure has some fine youngins'..."

Gin grinned at the comment. Through some more work, they had repaired the entire stall. Of course, he left the engineering to the old man who obviously knew more about repairing than he did. All he had to do was lift things.

In the back of his mind, he knew it was a drag.

But hey, he was getting paid for it, right?

[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

Kyobona walked behind his brothers, always in the back. Even being the youngest he was probably the most fit of all of them, well, maybe. Satsui might be much more of a brute. But it didn't really matter in the end, they were brothers, they stuck together. They had themselves, and the village. Such was the way of life for the Shintarou boys. Even though the work was hard, the pay was decent. Still, what a drag. He stopped when his brother did, eyes upon the back of Gin's head before he turned around.

"We're going to split up and help one person each. These shacks shouldn't be too hard to put up, even with my physique. Be done in an hour or be left behind."

He chuckled as his brother took off, he himself parted from the group. Allowing Satsui to go wherever he wished, wandering through the village he sighed. Eyes casting around the village, Broken stalls everywhere, stalls were to easy, sure he could help but really? Too easy. He continued his walk, passing by people who 'might' need help yet seemed to have it under control. Turning a corner he stopped, a woman and her child were crying in front of a broken shack, he sighed and let his hands fall. 'Tch, what a drag' He thought to himself as he put on a smile and walked up to them.

'Ah, need some help I take it?" He asked calmly, hearing the story of what had happened, nodding he walked into the front, right side of the shack was caved inward, looked like a massive rock had shattered the foundation under it. Flooring, wall, roof. That would have to be repaired, Back of it was lacerated, boards littered the floor, table was in half, and the window was gone. Nodding he began to pick up boards and stack them against his chest, walking out he threw them into a pile and gazed at the woman and kid now talking to a man. He smiled, the kid was smiling and hugging the mans leg, the woman was no longer crying.

He shrugged and walked back inside to continue working. After about thirty minutes he had the boards removed.He began to find boards that weren't 'too bad off' and started to replace them upon the flooring, having the corner of the floor fixed he began the same on the wall but grumbled gazing at the boards, shaking his head he informed the man about the fact the boards couldn't be used.
'Well, thank you for doing what you could.' He said in a husky voice. Smiling, and shaking the mans hand he went on his way.

It had been a stall for a florist shop, he'd help, why not. Flowers in themselves were like art to him, Walking up he smiled once more. still grumbling internally about it being a drag. His arms twitched lightly under the fabric covering them as the effects of what he'd just done began to settle in, nothing major. Ignoring it he smiled 'Need some help?" The woman sighed in frustration as she turned to him and thanked him. She was trying to wedge a pole under the corner of the stall but it wouldn't stay in place.

Lifting the corner up he took the pole from her and placed it under the apex of the roof, letting it fall into place he watched the roof push the pole partially into the ground. Not a permanent fix, but it'd hold for now. She thanked him in a faint bow before going back to tending her flowers upon the stall. Smiling and telling her it was no problem he began on his way, it'd been forty five minutes, damn. Time flew, what a drag. He went in search of Gin. Hands linking behind his head.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Satsui indulged in his own thoughts. Getting lost into the what ifs and buts of that that delved deeper than they should have. They were malevolent thoughts by human conception and the only gains were Power. It had always twisted and toiled away in the back of his mind since the death of his father and probably explained why he had such a hard time socializing with all but immediate family had who been beside him since birth. To make his father's dream a reality meant to toss away humanity? There was no other conclusion to how he would obtain peerless might and skill without discarding every factor. Yet still emotion lingered like an annoying buzz that rang when most unwanted. It was the core from which stemmed moral concepts such as honor, respect, and even what was "just" in the world. Did doing these missions truly gain them the favor they needed to make a dream come true or was this just a tap dance into a prolonged stroll into the dark side of the world? Satsui was ambivalent, conflicted in his heart and mind.

On the outside he remained conscious of his surroundings and thus remained an enigma to those around him. Despite the conflicted feelings swirling around, he appeared as cold and solid as he had always. Only the brothers he had parted with would have picked up anything and they had been too busy with finding their own marks to help. Satsui was the least worried with actually finding them since every corner of the village boasted some kind of construction problems, lack of manpower, or simply that the weak could not afford construction at all. It begged the question that, with such a poor backbone in the economy, how the Raikage could continue leaving these missions up to the shinobi and pay them the amount they were. It seemed that Satsui that reached too deeply and had begun to question things that shouldn't. But with issues so blatantly obvious, how could he not realize them when with to himself. He would bring up his thoughts with Gin and Kyobona once they reached the peak of Mount. Gekitsuu.

Twenty minutes had passed since Satsui had parted with his brothers before he found a spot of interest. He had idle mindedly wandered the streets and roadways of Kumogakure and missed so many things but this had simply drawn his attention by the flare that surrounded it. Young and old men shouted to and fro, faces red with frustration and anger that only seemed to elevate as the argument progressed. Satsui stood out of the way with his back against the nearest physical surface and observed like a fly on the wall. From what he could glean there had been a mob of people that tore through the homestead and into the keep of what appeared to be a mansion in shambles. An upper class family from the looks of it. They had been arguing for hours and in circles so much so that the frustration that built up was more from repetition rather than disagreement. Both sons and father agreed but their methods were different and would change the mansion indefinitely.

The damage wasn't extensive and mainly around the entrance. Wood splinters were scattered across the small courtyard like front with small beams slightly bent at their centers. It wouldn't be long before those gave in and a potential collapse would snap the backs of the family and rage would settle in. Including the damage would several fusuma doors and one wall. That much could be told out of the screaming and yelling. When the assessment was complete a terrible glamor was set when Satsui's feet left the ground and he flew into the air like a flickering shadow. The family near jumped out of their skin when he landed mere feet away, cold blue eyes glistening with an almost murderous look, a monster clad in black with the only benevolent value a concise explanation for being.

"Let fools babble amongst themselves. I've come to assist-- Assist in the reconstruction of your home. Your backs are able, I won't work alone. My brothers and I cleared a stone blockade not far from where we stacked loose rubble. Usable stone still remains so can be used for this project. Salvagable wood is easy to come back and can be borrowed from all over. Some shacks even toss out good wood thinking they can completely replace their shacks. understand: This is a mission. Not my extending a friendly hand. Bicker to yourselves and I -will- leave."

It had been the most Satsui had spoke to villagers in a long time. But the sinister undertone was enough to motivate them into action. The issue of remodeling could be brought up at another time, another place, when the wickedness Satsui exuded was not pressed upon them. The project was brief and easily accomplished. There was little arguing and only once did someone make an outburst when he stubbed his toe clumsily. The look Satsui gave him suggested murder as he replaced a beam of wood. He left as abruptly as he had came, flickering up to the rooftops and vanished toward the rendezvous point where he'd meet his brothers after the patch work job.

[| J.im Kelly |]

His work didn't take as long as his brother's. He had always seemed to have an extensive amount of luck when it came to picking the areas of work, often ending up having to do less than the rest of his troop. The rest of the labor was simple, he had to replace some loose planks of wood with new ones, and carry some boxes the trader had retrieved before his shack collapsed upon them. The rest weren't scavengable. Or at least, not usable in the shape they were in now. Once finished, the old man attempted to repay him, but despite Gin's love for cash flow, he refused, stating it was only a mission and his duty as a shinobi.

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

"Good. Now I can go back to meet the others..."

His work took a little less than half an hour, and left him waiting at the rendezous point for quite a while before the other two even showed back up. As the two approached him, they would find him zoned, staring at the clouds passing by overhead. He was resting on an abandoned crate, leaning against a large stone pillar. As they neared, his focus was broken and he stood up, crossing his arms as they stopped in place. He scrutinized them somewhat, as they weren't quite as quick with finishing their jobs as he was, but how could he blame them? He just wanted to get the mission over and done with.

"Slow asses. I've been waiting here for like thirty minutes. What took you?"

It was a rhetorical question. Turning, he began to walk off, hoping they would catch the hint and follow close behind. The next mission to do would be the clearing off the mines from around the village, a relatively easy task that Gin and Satsui had performed several days ago. As a last test, the climb of the mountain would be saved for the end of the missions they received. Thus, the chip delivery was automatically placed in third. As the group diverted paths and crossed onto the main road leading to the gates, he'd begin to speak to the youngest of the brothers, Kyobona.

"We're going to be clearing mines in a minute. Since you haven't taken on this mission before I just decided I'd instruct you on the proper, old school way of digging them up." Gin began, moving on by explaining further indepth. "What you're going to want to do after you've found the mine is brush the top off lightly. Be careful not to aggravate it or put too much pressure on the top. That's how you make it explode. Instead, just dust the dirt and rocks from the top of it, and use your kunai to dig around it. Once you're COMPLETELY sure it won't just blow up, you can place it into your pack. Easy enough, right?"

By the time his instruction was over, they had reached the gates. Of course, they'd be allowed to leave seeing as it was for a mission. The walk from that point was short, and lead them into an open area. Small mounds could be picked out by the observing eye, however to one jumping by they would just seem like small dirt piles. He reached into his pack, retrieving a kunai and moved off to one of the sides of the mines, from thre he'd kneel, beginning his work. Satsui already knew what to do, but for reference, he reminded them, the statement more directly at Kyobona.

"Be sure to work from different sides. We'll get done faster than way."

MISSION START

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

Gin wasted no time after his words were spoken, quickly working on the field. All the steps would be in mind. Dust, dig, remove. A repetitive process that guided their mine removal mission.

[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

Kyo' followed behind his brother, every so often his glance would flick over to Satsui, something seemed to be bothering his older brother. The air around his older brother seemed to radiate with death. That bothered him, not because it scared him, but because anything that bothered his brothers bothered him. He'd talk to him later. His focus returned to Gin listening to his instructions. Mines, really? Well then, this was new. As they parted ways he rotated his right shoulder, the tendons/muscles shifting as a soft crack emanated from him. Allowing his left hand to swing down, his index finger looped through a Kunai hole and flicked the small blade from it's location. Sighing, he parted from his brothers once more. His foot-falls struck a branch from his parting of his siblings, as he pushed off once more, and landed in a small clearing.

Small mounds of dirt littered the ground, upon a patch of slope there resided seven scorch marks, looks like someone wasn't careful. Chuckling he slowly spun the Kunai, eyes upon the ground, and all the random scattered mounds. One wrong move, he'd kill himself. He stood there, eyes closing as he took a deep breath, and allowed his mind to retreat. Sliding into himself his movements became that of an automaton, his mind closed to the world. He began to work, removing the rubble around or 'ontop' of the mounds themselves, dusting them off, exposing the top of the mine to the air and digging around them careful not to jar them in any way. After making sure the first one wouldn't dismember him, he slid it into his pack, moved to his right and continued the process.

His mind wandered back to Satsui, and Gin. Satsui was affected more extremely by the past it seemed, He wondered if Gin was as well, or if he had somehow accepted things. He sighed as he continued to work, his frustration coming forth through his motions. He calmed himself once more, his emotions slipping through the retreat into his mind. Continuing the process carefully he let his mind wander, when was the last time they'd actually done something together rather then work. He honestly couldn't remember. Things changed from the past, to now. Such was life he supposed. Being the Youngest perhaps he felt a more dire need to be accepted by them so he tried harder. He wondered often if it was good enough. Before he realized it he'd collected quite a few mines in his pack.

He spun upon his heel and saw another mound, moving towards it he stopped and stared upwards. Clouds rolling by as the sun casted a violent rays across the sky. Sighing he let his eyes close, a soft breeze brushed across his frame as he slowly flicked his wrist, the sun glinting off the Kunai at the apex of each spin. Allowing his eyes to open once more, his eyes once more took on the blank luster of a robot. He walked across to the mound, reaching down he picked up the decent sized rock, and moved it to the side. He continued this process with the several rocks piled atop it. After creating a pyramid with the rocks he began to task once more, Removing the layers of dirt, dusting the top off, digging around it, making sure it wouldn't randomly explode. And placed it in his pack.

His mind wandered as he worked, never straying to the same place twice. Dark, light, sadness, rage, his mind just continued to brush across random topics to make things go faster, eventually he began a song in his head. A drop of perspiration fell from his forehead. Grumbling he rose his hand, wiping his hand across his brow, perspiration removed from skin he continued, a soft brush of wind causing a chill down his spine from the location upon his forehead. His gaze flicked to the left as he saw a bird take off from a bush. Muttering he went back to the task before him, eyes darkening faintly as he dug his way around another Mine, not far from the first.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Though not together, they worked together as a group. Positioned at different key points. Gin took to the western most point while Satsui departed to the right. That left Kyobona to the center where if Gin and Satsui worked fast enough would meet up with him. But a brooding Satsui started at a slow pace, scatter brained and bothered by illusions his mind created. Potential scenarios and situations that may or may not develop at the top of the great mountain. What would his brothers think? Had they noticed certain things as well?

Satsui grasped the hilt of his katana. Though never noted, it had always been present, cradled within it's scabbard on his back. Occasionally he wore it belted at the hip when it seemed most convenient. It was a standard weapon of choice and the only affordable blade on the streets though possibly one of the best and most functional. It served no true purpose out on a field littered with mines some would argue, but Satsui had an idea in mind that would half the time it took last time. It was an idea that he had not thought of when they first tackled this mission because of the explosive implications if anything went wrong. A few detonated mines wouldn't matter, not when so many preceeding the brothers had failed to recover as many as they had.

The cold steel hummed as it left the scabbard, like liquid steel in the air. Guided by rippling muscles and taut sinew that brought the blade infront of him before being arced and raised over shoulder. A whisper prayer heralded the act. With a power swing the blade flashed through the air, driving the air forward like a subtle, strong breeze that sent dirt and rock fleeting into the distance for a dozen feet.Rocks landed into the distance and bounced. No mine inside the spectrum were bothered but uncovered with little work needed for the picking.

For the next few minutes Satsui spent his time from one edge to the next popping mines out of the ground like ripe onion. Very little dirt had to be removed and what did was dug away with his fingers. By the time he finished his pack was met with its limit of eight. Other mines that had been uncovered were set in a neat stack forming a slight pyramid to the tops did not meet the bottoms and explode. The job alone, though artist, was time consuming. When it was finished he worked his way in Kyobona's direction.

[| J.im Kelly |]

Gin hadn't been paying much attention to the way Satsui had been acting as of late. It's not that he didn't notice the aura about him was strange, it was that he didn't care enough. If Satsui had been bothered by something, he would tell him. That's all it was to it, and that's all it would be. He looked up at his younger brother while dusting the head of a mine off, wondering if he witnessed a sudden change within their brother as well. It was not often that Satsui and Gin hung out with their younger brother. It was only traditional for them to be with each other because they themselves had a childhood. They've always experienced things together, and that's how it usually went.

To take their brother along with them was absurd, but nonetheless, interesting. In fact, apart from his age, personality, and his name, Gin didn't see or know too much about his brother. His thoughts on certain things were a mystery to him, it was almost like he was a complete stranger. While Satsui on the other hand was known to Gin like the back of his hand. Coming out of his zone, he looked down to realized he had almost tripped the mine he had been working on. He shook his head, hoping neither of his brother's noticed what he had almost done, or that he was even thinking or looking at them at all. With his other hand, he pressed the tip of the kunai into the earth around the mine. It was quickly uncovered and placed into his pack.

The same thing was done with several more until he was done with his section completely. His pack was filled up quickly, the maximum number of mines it held only reaching twelve. Though, it was bigger than Satsui's and Kyobona's, it too had a pathetic minimum. The rest of the mines that were uncovered in Kyobona's direction were placed in small bunches that held them as close as possible without being able to be accidentally tripped and exploded. Soon, he made it all of the way toward the middle where the three would meet again after the long silence of focus and work. None of them had set off any explosions, which was good, and Gin himself was somewhat proud of his younger brother for being able to pull through on their mission.

As he reached the middle of the area, he looked to his brother's, a hand coming up to brush his brow, wiping the sweat that began to drip from it with his sleeve.

"We've still got one more area after this. Then we can be done with this mission. But we should drop these off first. We shouldn't leave them hanging around on the floor. If we do this again, we should bring a wagon or something."

He finished his circle around him several moments later. They would have to make several trips to drop the mines off, unfortunately.

[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

Kyobona sighed, his head lowering, body bending, hands being placed upon his knees as he finished digging up the last mine around him, Tedious, But. It was a good workout, and they got paid for it. He stood up wiping his sleeve across his forehead once more, eyes drifting to his brothers, both of which happened to be done as well. Joy, now came the fun part. He looked around, piles of mines stacked neatly so they didn't topple, or accidentally explode. He eyed his brothers calmly, and hefted the pack to adjust it, he tilted his head and chuckled softly, that hadn't been as bad as he was expecting. He spun upon his heel, and grinned.

Kyo' took the lead for once. 'Well, let's do this then.' He began the trek back to the village, assuming his brothers would keep up, not wasting any time, to the Village Storage, and back to the site. a tedious result of going back and forth to clear the mines. Getting back to the site of the previously plucked mines he hopped up and down, not allowing the muscles to rest. He hopped once or twice and stopped to gaze at his brothers once more. He gazed at each one of them, head tilting.He wondered if he was bugging them, he spent little to no time with them before, saw them leaving. And decided to go with them. It was just the three of them, he wished to be more active with his siblings. Become accepted in a way. Not just the forgotten younger brother in the background.

A heavy sigh left his lips, the amount of pressure built up before hand lasting for a couple seconds before he ran his right hand through his hair. He'd been lonely, for so many years. Gin and Satsui did everything together, and he was just, there. But, he aimed to change that. He scoffed, the sound annoyed. He was probably a nuisance to them, he shouldn't think to much into it. Allowing his hand to fall he gazed at Gin. 'So, where's this next area at then?'

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Everything in Satsui's mind revolved around mountain Gekitsuu. It would be a potential shift in balance both morally and in status. With word spreading about the Chunin exams potentially on the horizon, many events would unfold that would shape the lives of the three ninjas. Perhaps not immediately or apparently, but it would bring in a new perspective that would leave them hungering for more than this. More than the repetitive work of missions day in and day out with the only reward being sore muscles and a little pay. Pay for things that could be taken by force. That was how things were acquired in days of old. Those with Power had control.

But it could wait for now. There were mines that needed to be hauled to the armory and more still out in the field that needed to be picked up. With Kyobona on the lead with a confidence in his step, Satsui didn't have the time to bother with ill thoughts. When they reached their destination Gin was right. They needed a wagon if they did this again.

"Gin?"

Satsui inquired, waiting for the lead to be taken over. There wasn't a need for much talking. Knowing glances, nods, and grunts usually were enough to get them started and through.

[| J.im Kelly |]

"We're going."

After the entire ordeal was worked out, Gin lead them to an area he had seen junk stored before on one of his walks in the village. The area had many broken down things, but some of it was just pure trash. However, he had seen a wagon here before, and so if no one were to put a claim on it, he would take it with him. Of course, he lacked the physical strength to haul it around, and so he'd leave the job to his brutish brothers, who he paled in size when compared to.

"The next area isn't too far from the other one. Man, Kumogakure was seriously dropping some major cash on this stuff, you think?"

A trapped grumble was heard rumbling within his throat as he lead the other two into the next zone that was only about a hundred feet from the other area, and god knows how long from the place where they retrieved it. Overall, it took the trio about fifteen minutes to get it and pull it all of the way to the next area. It was a good thing Gin usually lead these missions, as he didn't want to waste anymore time than they were already spending with this. They still had two more things to accomplish before they returned to claim their rewards.

As the approached the field, the wagon was set down and Gin quietly went off to pick his spot after analyzing the mine field. Sometimes, the mines weren't exactly shown as mounds, and were smaller than the usual dirt piles that populated the area, making them difficult to track and uproot. Fortunately, they weren't completely underground. That would have made things a whole lot more complicated.

He took a kneel, zoned out with ultimate focus, and began his work.

[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

He walked with Gin, and after the bout of 'reaching' the cart he blinked. 'Damn' He thought. This wasn't going to end well. He rose his hand and scratched his cheek, he grinned and looked at Satsui, clearing his throat he smiled broad. 'So, uh.. Your hauling that thing.. Right?" He chuckled as he gazed at his older brother. Silence, was his answer. As well as that look his brother was prone to getting. Sighing he lowered his head. "Damn.. Should've known." Grumbling he began to pull the cart behind him following his brothers, His voice loud enough for them to hear. "Ya know! I said i'd like to come along, I never said I'd like to be the Mule! Oh, no it's fine. Kyo's got it. Pft' it's just a cart, right? WRONG! I'm not a Ahhh--" He cut his sentence off as he had Satsui look at him again, coughing he scoffed and fell silent as he walked behind them. Perhaps it wasn't so bad. It was just a cart, and he came to help.

He continued to mumble under his breath about having to drag the damn thing, of course he would. That's what little brothers did, right? Complain? Maybe. Once they finally reached their destination he let the wagon drop, his arms shifting as he relaxed the muscles. This was gonna be a very long day. Grumbling he started putting mines from his location in the center in the cart. He nearly let one slip and caught it before it hit anything, letting out a pressurized air he sighed. "Holy hell, that would of been bad.." He thought to himself, hoping his brothers hadn't seen him almost kill all three of them. He shook his head and allowed his mind to fold into itself. Thoughts becoming a thing of naught, the world being seen as if from an out of body point of view.

Once the wagon was full of the mines that were left around, he lifted it up, and slowly maneuvered it around the holes dug into the ground, he had no desire to have the cart jump, and somehow one 'accidentally' go off, sending the rest off. Flukes happened, he preferred not to take the chance. After careful foot placement, and wheel negotiation he placed the wagon down between the two areas and once again rotated his muscles. Left and right hands fell, two Kunai flipping from their locations spinning upon both index fingers. He began to set out his speed, and maneuverability faster then the first time, the process easy. And he was still able to move around at a decent pace, remove rubble, dust off, and dig out the mines while forming a stack with no issues.

Due to the speed he chose to do it at, he had several pyramids made shortly after their arrival, digging both Kunai under a mine, he formed a circle, tips piercing the loose dirt as he flicked it upwards, his eyes widened as he reached up and grabbed it, heart pounding, eyes closing. No boom, he shook his head and sighed once more. "Well, i'll probably never be allowed back on a mission if they saw that.. I nearly killed us AGAIN.." He coughed and began the process of putting the mines he'd collected in the cart, dragging this back to the village. Was going to suck. Even with his brutish size, and love of training. "Haha, that's it. This is just another form of training." With that, once more. the pace at which he set to work increased. Mind going blank again, eyes shifting to a darker shade then normal.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Bringing Kyobona lightened the load fo work exponentially by splitting it into three sections. Despite several near death slip-ups, the boy worked hard and generally kept to himself with the exception of a few grumbles or wise cracks. He was a good kid with a strong back. That was something Satsui could respect. Anyone who put forth their half and more was an alright person, especially one in the family that focused on physical progression. That was tradition Satsui had assured everyone for years.

The acquisition of mines came with ease considering the amount they could put up on the cart. With no claims and no pick-ups, Gin would probably stake it as theirs and take it home with them. It would be a reliable tool in the future for any delivery mission with excess baggage, or hell, just lifting raw materials. It was old and worn but still tough. Probably could use a bit of oiling and eventually a few boards replaced but it did the job. Satsui made use of it by filing his own stacks of mines, careful as always, cautious not to send them all up in flames.

With the next mission likely not the hike up Gekitsuu, Satsui was becoming impatient and nervy. He had been fraying his own nerves all day by skating around the edges of too deeply thought out things. Were it not for his hood, his bothered facade would be obvious.

[| J.im Kelly |]

The work was fairly short for some reason. The three of them had been working extremely hard on making sure to dig up the mines with speed, rather than being careful, as they had been somewhat trained by their past experiences. They could begin to cut small edges in their work to shorten the process, simply by mistakes they may have made earlier. The wagon proved to be a good choice, as they would make good use of it by filling it with mines, instead of burdening themselves with the thought of blowing up simply by walking with them on their person. The packs were good to hold them in, but in all honesty, something told Gin this may have been a safer way.

All of the mines were neatly organized inside of the wagon and placed in rows from corner to corner. By the end of their mission, it had been over halfway filled, and they would be on their way back to the village storage place to drop them off. Of course, he really wouldn't be doing anything besides guiding them to the drop off point. The journey was somewhat longer this time because the wagon was a little heavier, but that didn't stop them from getting the job done. The wagon was dropped off at their home before they left again, this time they were going deeper into the country of Kaminari no Kuni to reach a chip factory.

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

From the gates it was a straight path that went directly to the Factory from the village. It wasn't too far from the village at all, so the journey would be short. However, the mission had informed them the the civilians may be excited for the shipment and may act aggressively. However, with someone such as Satsui, "rough" wasn't even a problem. They could handle that. Gin himself hadn't traveled this far from the village ever, and so the scenery of his country amazed him. It almost made him want to abandon his village and live in the wilderness, but everyone knows how that is. Nukenin aren't exactly considered friendly with hidden villages.

As the group descended upon the factory, Gin would notice the shipment being prepared in several covered wagons, and the other men who would be importing them with them directly into the village. The team was simply there for a little extra back up if things got to rowdy with the civilians, which it wouldn't. Containment was a thing that Satsui and Gin had down, both in different ways.

Heading in first, he eyed the man who appeared to be the head man, speaking to him.

"We're here to escort your shipment to Kumogakure. You ready?"

The man turned and nodded, exclaiming that they were ready whenever the group was ready to head out.

"Very well then. Let's do it."

MISSION START!

name; chip delivery
rank; c
description; A famous chip factory in Kaminari no Kuni has had trouble delivering their daily shipments into Kumogakure no Sato. These chips are quite famous amongst our Kumogakure no Sato inhabitants. Clearly because they’re lacking their famous chips they aren’t exactly at the humblest of times. So Kumogakure no Sato has decided to have the shinobi help with the daily chip deliveries so our village will never run out of these famous chips. Just be cautious about returning home with a large amount of those chips. The Kumogakure villagers might get rough.
reward; 40 experience, 500 ryo
minimum shinobi; one

[Kyōbōna Shintarou]

Kyo' walked in silence, carried the wagon, made sure it didn't explode, and left it where it needed to be left when they got to the correct location. He wasn't upset, merely isolated. He'd entered his mind, and had yet to return. He could still hear everything, see everything, understand everything. He just wasn't speaking. Images flicked across the memory lobe of his brain as he didn't even notice the strain upon his muscles anymore. He watched as the land passed them, eyes roaming to and fro' taking in every little aspect, from the rolling clouds, to the animals running through the strands of grass. His senses were more acute when he was locked within himself, wasn't sure why. Just happened to be such, he gazed at the back of Gins head for a moment before gazing at the clouds as they walked.

Twice he'd gotten separated from his brothers due to not paying attention, but he never strayed 'too far' from them. Someone had to protect his brothers, might as well be him. He chuckled softly as his own joke as he began to hum, he couldn't remember the songs name, he just knew he recalled some beautiful woman singing it to him when he was little. He hummed it lightly, but still being close enough to both siblings, they'd probably hear him. He hoped he wouldn't annoy them with it. His gaze fell upon covered wagons, and a multitude of people scattering like angry insects before the factory. As they neared the factory itself, while listening to Gin talk to the man and explaining what would happen. Kyo' vanished, his feet pressed into the earth, and he was gone the moment the man turned back around. Leaving his siblings alone before the factory.

He landed not to far from them, but in case anything happened. It was better to be spread out, and have the element of surprise, rather then being stuck in a small group that could easily get surrounded. He flicked a Kunai from it's location upon his person and watched his brothers, and the factory workers. He slowly spun the kunai, but made no noise. Even the noise the small blade made upon the air would be almost impossible to hear due to the wind blowing across the area. He gazed around the area once more, keenly taking in every little aspect. His silence remained as the air around him seemed to shift, eyes remaining a dark hue of their former luster. Rotating his shoulder once more, working out the kinks he waited. Inhaling slowly, he felt the air fill his lungs, not polluted with dust, or random pathogens, this was pure, beautiful, clean. He allowed the breath to exhale, his body crouching low upon the branch he now stood upon. Hidden, in the tree as he awaited the missions start.

[Dagron Hoshigake]

Even set at a "brisk" pace the caravan was slow. Keeping things moving wasn't an issue but keeping things steady was. No one but the ninja were in a complete rush to get back to the village. Temptations and dangers lingered outside that were not yet ready to be confronted by the youthful minds. No one understood this better than Satsui, who's mind had tinkered away all day about the possibilities of the future. They were that much closer to the mountain in his mind and a rain of thoughts would open new roads to travel. Where Kyo would stand in the matter was a question that needed an answer. This was the first time he had been on real missions, and so many at once. Would he follow the path they would take?

With the exception of a few bumps and the occasional stop there were no real incidents half the way. Satsui took the lead because he cut the most intimidating figure. Low-rank or not, he looked the role of a killer when the mood was set. Gin did his own thing sure enough to scare off villagers or keep them at bay while Kyobona remained a hidden ficture in the trees and brush. Hidden but still deadly with a kunai in hand ready for anyone who got too close. Every so often Satsui would pull a fade and check the wagons and such while he had Gin take the front momentarily.