Mission=Reconstructing The Village

[Mugetsu]

|| Enter-Log#1- Day 1

Wasting not even a single moment of time Kumo channelized his path of direction to one of the many residential areas of Kumogakure. Inside the city streets of civilians he walked, notebook and pencil in hand, His eyes fleeted nearly in all directions, senses wide open. Kumo took in the lay of the surrounding area, assimilating information and detail by the masses with each step that struck the earthen floor. The chattering of kids, couples and businessmen, the sound of sizzling cookings from various chefs in restaurants pounded away at Kumo's sense. He looked to his right catching sight of a painters shop, while stepping lightly to a side to elude an aimlessly running child and its dog. "extremely busy, this place always is." The bandages wrapped around his mouth jerked ever so slightly with the brief vibrations from his voice and mouth movement, his silken hair of black swung freely and aimlessly from left to right, it swayed in unison with his steps.

He noticed something as he began to acquire some distance in his travels, eyes. Yes, as he treaded deeper and deeper towards and into the residential area, eyes of curiosity seemed bound to his frame as he walked. As weird as it may have seemed it wasn't an unnatural act for the civilians of Kumogakure for some were unfamiliar with the ninja and some sought out their aid. But to add insult to injury Kumo's preferred attire isn't one that is pleasing to the senses, actually its quite the opposite, bearing a rather dark and menacing look. "Is my appearance really that frightening? well if it is I guess I'm in a pickle, well a small one."

Several steps, minutes of travel, and finally, Kumo came to his designated area. His sense wide open he saw the rubble, the destruction and the poverty. In this condition, even if he was unwanted he would commit to his duty and help his village. He would fortify these edifices and mold them into the beautiful works of art they once were. Soon Kumo had been approached by a feeble old man who only remained standing by means of a cane. "You must be the ninja that has come to help from the Raikage?"

Kneeling down towards the man he Kumo spoke "Yes I am and I will get as much work done as possible." And just like that the actual mission itself began. Able bodied workers lent a aiding hand to Kumo as he himself began gathering wood to rebuild houses and businesses. This was only one section of the city and that with that only it would take several days.

At least six hours had past since they began working upon several buildings working on four at once and keeping organization and rotation with alternating shifts. However, due to his ninja prowess his stamina exceeds the average civilian thus allowing him to go greater periods of time without rest. But mind you, the fist stages of fatigue has showed itself.

[Mugetsu]

|| Entry Log#2-Day 2
1:00 AM

Pow! Bang! Bang! Slam! Pow!

Pounding away at the second edifice- it was a clothing business whose roof had collapsed on the right side-adjacent to a fellow worker he started a conversation with the dark shinobi. Kumo's body bandages were unwrapped due to sweatiness but the ones which covered his face remained, unwilling to removing, feeling that if he were to remove it, it would compromise his identity thus opposing the idea of deception and stealth. "You're a shinobi right? so do you actually like doing the things you do with the village and all that?"

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Continuing to pound away at the the new roof tiles he placed down, his head turned back to gaze upon the other workers who were working rather vigorously, perhaps the motivation from this ninja was seeping from his being and into the others. He looked back at the man who'd been helping him construct the roof and spoke "Thats a good question...well to sum it up I guess I could say I like it because of art.

"Art?"

"Yes art. Art was my inspiration, it was my doorway to reality and having become shinobi and being able to show that art outside of a brush and paint. But most of all I like helping others with my art."

"Interesting"

And like that the two began working once more upon the roof. Minute after minute, needle after needle, pound after pound, the tiles soon formed a new roof as it took hours of precise hammering. He breathed heavily while taking a rest, arms began to feel as though they were jelly, was this how Hozuki's feel? The worker shifts began to change and so Kumo took this opportunity to rejuvenate, satisfy his hunger, and bring relaxation to his mind.
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Entry Log#3- Day 4
12:54 PM


The reconstruction of one residential area was nearly 97% percent complete, Kumo was more than grateful, because were it not for the remaining able bodied men this entire reconstruction could have easily taken 2 weeks give or take some resting days. "These last few days have been useful, I feel stronger, can even feel some muscle packing on. Kumo spoke to himself sitting at the restaurant he fixed just three days ago sipping upon a cold class of lemonade by separating two bandages near his mouth. Placing his cup down he was on his way back to the last house, the old mans home. However, Kumo had been stopped by this old man, he wanted something. "Young Lad, here take this...its a bottle of perfume my wife used to always wear before she passed. I'd like for you to have it as thanks for your hard work." It would've been rude to decline the wiser mans gift even if it'd been done in a respectful manner, so he simply accepted the gift humbly.

"Thank you sir, i'll treasure this item dearly" With a simple nod the old man bid Kumo a farewell before he took off, finishing the mans house in a matter of hours.
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Entry log#5-Day 4

4:31 PM

Now 100% complete with the reconstruction and fortification of one residential area Kumogakure began to flourish back to its old self, even if it had been a single area at a time. He said his goodbyes to the workers he'd met and took his leave soon after, ready to file in his report.[/blockquote]

[DAVID BOWE]

nineteen exp addition