Rough Water's Make a Skilled Sailor [M]

[Big Black Fish]

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

It is in times of perilous trials, where troubles exist on every corner, difficulty resides in your own home, when the boy becomes a noble man and the girl becomes a dignified lady. Citizens were experiencing times of pain and sorrow. Their feeble capabilities were highlighted as they were but mere men and women, struggling to survive. With no income, they attained no means of survival; it was our duty to establish some sort of start for their lives to begin again. It began with our citizens to keep the survival of our Nation living and breathing, for we were but tools of wore, they, the blood that nourished our existence. We required them as they required us; a mutual bond eternally fastened to one another. Now, it this time of hardship, it became our duty to apply ourselves unto their needs in every way.

The devastation, the destruction, the massacre was everywhere. Buildings lay in rubble on the floor. I unraveled the scroll and took to its context, but it became apparent that the entire Village required our hand, not just the designated location. Studying it with dedication, I sought the red "X" that indicated my mission location. It was on an eastward part of town where a thriving market had been. I ruminated on whether or not it still stood today. I had never seen it in the aftermath, but I seldom visited that particular portion of town. My services more commonly allured me to the west, but in my days of life within Kumogakure, I had seen the East from on a daily basis. I knew this Village, this Country, like that back of my own hand. I departed in search of the missions location; I became distressed in worry for these poor souls who had lost everything. Some, even their own family.

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[Big Black Fish]

The scene was destitute but the vibe was uniting. I am not an emotional man, but I can genuinely say this invoked passion from within me that burned like a wildfire. The citizens of Kumogakure were inexplicably the most profound human beings this World had to offer. Through thick and thin, their declaration of comradery was everlasting. With cohesiveness, there was not a single citizen within this district that stood on the sidelines, gauging and determining just how horrid this situation they stood in now was. Each individual person took the reigns as an independent hero and united with one another to abolish this dreadful sorrow. United they collected the rubble. United they built their homes and laid foundation to the building. United they collaborated to refurnish their lives to what it was before. They galvanized my soul, inspired me to no end; for they did not want to be pitied, they only sought respect.

I felt less than these men women and children. I felt beneath them in their presence, so I usurped the roll of a mere builder; a passerby in the night whom did not want to receive recognition for my works. I removed my headband and placed it into my pocket, for I wanted to feel bonded to these citizens as they were bonded to one another. I hid my Chuunin standing and took part in an inconspicuous day of labor with the most prolific people in the world.

I approached a pack of people were laying the foundation to a building that had crumbled under the wake of war. I was unsure how to present myself, but I did not feel an introduction would be necessary. Instead, I prepared my hands for real man's work; I began to take part in manual labor. There's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer. It was simply the glue that sticks this world together. I removed excess rubble from the building as others performed various tasks around. This rubble was more than just debris to that of small proportion. This debris was full walls that were defeated and fallen, crumbled in immense chunks of stone. As I progressed in this challenge, I came to the understanding that this was much, much more than manual labor. This was the reestablishment of our Great Nation.

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[Big Black Fish]

An older, but capable, man stood next to me with interest. He was only short, but built; in healthy form. His voice was raspy, but I was unsure of whether to accredit the raspyness voice due to age or to the sadness he was embodied in. However, he acknowledged my presence as someone unrecognized, but he was affable in his conversation. As I lifted a stupendous piece of rubble, he spoke to me.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen your face around here; and by the looks of it, you're appearance would certainly be an easily recognizable. I'm Lyotta Madohera, fellow blacksmith of this Village. Our nation has suffered a great loss, but ultimately I feel this will bring us together."

He extended his hands to mine and as I tossed aside a cumbering piece of rubble to greet it. I was astounded that his spirits were so high after such a defeating blow.

"You haven't seen my face because I am from the opposite part of the Village. I came to contribute myself here to see how we were holding up. And yes, I agree with you without a doubt. Our nation has always been united, but this will strengthen the bond. I feel their is a purpose for everything, no matter how cruel and appalling it may seem"

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I would have spoke more, but a man from across the distance announced his voice.

"We need capable men to help structure the last story of this building! We need someone willing to climb high up the infrastructure and position the stone correctly! Do we have any volunteers?"

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This was my calling; for what better a position than a Shinobi, trained in the arts of TaiJutsu to offer his talents. I raised my hand and offered myself for the job. A slight cheer rose from the crowd as I crossed the distance between the older man to the man who gave the announcement. I signaled a salute to the old man who gave me recognition, he grinned and adjoined his voice with the cheer.

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[Big Black Fish]

We strode across the waves of people who were once again returning themselves to their work. As we cut through a fallen building and turned a corner, I set eyes upon a near constructed building. However, this was an integral portion to our citizens. It was a market place for various food and merchandise. An essential portion to the citizens daily lives, it stood as a prominent focus unto these people. As we continued to walk, the man who walked alongside me articulated the instructions as to my job. He implied on many occasions that this was dangerous, as I was not going to be strapped to any harness if I were to fall. He clarified that I was firm in my decision, as I was. However, he had no idea of my arts in this field. As a shinobi, we live to perform grueling tasks that stretch passed the capability of a regular man. Our chakra enabled so, but more so our mentality.

I stood next to the building that had been under construction and was almost complete. Searching for a groove to place my hand, and a hold for my foot, I began to scale the wall. People amassed as performed this "death defying" stunt, but to me, it was a condition of life. I hoisted myself up with ease and when I reached the top I signaled for the go ahead. Ropes were restrained around a stretched wall shape stone structure. It was large, around 15x10 meters and was to be positioned correctly within the steel wiring to secure its placement. That was my job. The others below would leverage the wall with careful balance as the ropes would lift it higher and higher. They commenced, like pirates aboard their blood stricken ship, they called out their infamous "Heave! Ho!" with passionate assertion. I did not count, for I was slightly transfixed on my duty at the top, but I would estimate on a short glance that near ten men were operating the levy system below.

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[Big Black Fish]

As one side lifted from the five men to the right, the other five would tug with vigor as the other side would raise to balance; grunting their moans of effort. My hands were orchestrating their movements, as one hand would flicker the fingers to address the left and the others with the right. I was the conductor of the symphony as all eyes fixed themselves on me. With steady adjustment, the wall was lifted with gradual incline, but when it reached my level I became slightly nervous. I did not want to fail these men and women in their hour of initial success; and so with the many thoughts racing through my mind, my adrenalin began to rush. Sweat perspired ever so slightly, as the glistening sun reflected their raves against the beads of salt water. I blinked, my arms stroked inwards to signify the "keep coming". With the most gentle movements, they placed it precisely where I wanted it; and I held up both hands. They stopped it on a time with scrupulous effort.

I was impressed how well they were to follow my commands; but it only got more difficult. The suspended wall now hung 2 meters in front of me and I jumped atop it. Looking down from a better angle to better align the wall to the steel wires, I yelled down for them to gentle drop it downwards. They did so, but I vocalized a command with aggression. "LEFT! A LITTLE RIGHT! GENTLY NOW! LEFT LEFT LEFT!!! ALRIGHT! NO NOT RIGHT, I SAID ALRIGHT! NO!!! NOT RIGHT! BACK LEFT." My voice apparently trailed off the vast canals of the mountainside which made it quote difficult for those below to comprehend my words; but they deciphered my indescriptive language over time. Finally, the steel wires were now in perfect alignment with the wall, and I ordered them to lower it ever so gently.

As it rested its potent weight upon the beams, a impounding clang was heard. It was the sound of metal on metal, and it was a good sign. The men below released the levers and the ropes drifted down from their tense holdings. I untied the knot, it was the concluding act to determine whether this building were to hold or not. The ropes descended slapping the floor with a shutter. I felt no shift under the weight of the wall, and silence rose up from the crowd. They all stared intently on the building, but I attained the best, but accompanied with the most daunting, view of them all. If it collapsed, along with it would go my body, indefinitely crushed under rubble. Fortunately, it did no such act. After 3 seconds of stability, the crowd exploded into a sonorous roar of elation. The building was complete.

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[Big Black Fish]

Climbing down, I was met by the crowd as the cheering grew to a substantial sonic boom. People shook my hand, and if it hadn't been for my superior stature, they most definitely would have lifted me into the air, hoisting me around like a king. I did not understand why the attributed me with the success, as the most profound task was the lever system. I shook hands cordially as people grabbed at my hands and others gathered. I turned to look at the finished work, and I noticed for the first time a sign that stated "United Market", a declaration to our sacred Nation. I realized soon enough that the joy would slip away, for their were desolate parts of this area that still existed and in no time; people returned to their jobs. Those that had worked on the now standing infrastructure collected themselves unto other areas that required their hand. I however would return to my post as a Shinobi, for my work here was fulfilled.

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[Big Black Fish]

exit

[DAVID BOWE]

thirty four exp addition