Do I look like the help? [Mission]

[Jae]

please allow me

TO INTRODUCE MYSELF I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE

step after excruciating step, the village's filth found it's way onto his designer shoes. this was not how a man as dignified as ue, the sole survivor of the kikkawa clan, liked to spend his afternoon, weaving in and out of crowds full of common folk.  their clothes were drab and uninspiring.  they sifted through dirt and debris spiritedly, chirping and hooting at one another like apes.  their nails were dirty!

"this is not worth my time," he growled, thinking of returning back to his manor, when a legible voice cut through the uncivilized warbles.  it belonged to a man dressed as hideously as the rest of them, but with a certain poise that gave him an air of responsibility.  was he their leader?

ue shouted from afar.  "you!  proletariat, come here!" that got his attention.  he turned from his laborers and approached the kikkawa with sweat beading at his brow, wiping it away with a hand.

"name's yuuku," he smiled, thoughtlessly extending that same disgusting hand in a gesture of kindness.  "are you the help?  you sure ain't dressed for work."

standing heads over the man, ue surveyed him through expensive lenses.  he was older, with sun beaten skin textured like leather and eyebrows as horrid as his smell.  "am i the help?" his mouth fell into a hard line.  "am i the fucki— do i LOOK like the help?!"

"no."  yuuku looked confused.  "you don't, so who are yo—"

"I'M THE FUCKING HELP THAT'S WHO I AM."

". . . . . . . . . . . . great, then let's get it started!"  

MISSION

D RANK

"REMEMBERING THE COUNCIL"

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[Jae]

please allow me

TO INTRODUCE MYSELF I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE

"tsuchikage f gave me a large responsibility in the restoration effort. all the workers you see here get their orders from me. it ain't as exciting as the stuff you ninja see on a regular basis but it's honest work with honest pay; so, what i want you to d—"

ue's eyes glazed over beneath his shades. yuuku's drawl was as thick as molasses, and his words poured from his chapped lips with a similar viscosity. a pang of discomfort bit at ue's chest when the foreman implied that he would be giving orders. how unsettling. he had to move, away from the foreman and his terrible stench, and when he did that droning voice of his came back into focus.

"—move the debris. that'll clear the area so the workers can begin replacing the soil." yuuku smiled, tossing a sturdy round cap in ue's direction. "here's your hardhat. put it on. no one's allowed on the site without one."

ue frowned, and sent the cap back with enough force that it made a resounding thud when yuuku caught it. "my head will NOT be sullied by your hideous cap, proletariat! it is the color piss!"

he looked confused, and a bit insulted, but he kept his composure. "then i'm afraid i can't let ya on the site," he sighed.

"YOUR SITE IS PISSSSSSS," ue barked, his arms coiling around his chest like a pair of hungry boa. he turned away from the foreman, but as he moved away that protracted voice found it's way to him.

"and you won't get paid."

the kikkawa froze, and his teeth bore down fiercely beneath the weight of his options. there were things he needed to purchase: a cream made from the arteries of the tortoise, oh how it made his skin shine. fine garments, handcrafted by malnourished child laborers. and drugs, mind-altering drugs! a pivot on the wedge of his heel brought yuuku back into his line of sight. he was walking away, returning to his work.

"wait, proletariat!"

"change your mind?" he turned to find ue beaming from ear to ear. "here's your hardh— hey, what are you doing?"

ue's hands were weaving handseals, and soon after five portions of the ground surrounding yuuku rose several heads above his own. those amorphous mounds quickly defined themselves with spindly arms and legs, chiseled physiques, and outfits that only the most posh citizens of iwagakure could dream of affording. these works of art resembled none other than ue kikkawa, iwagakure's most elegant resident!

"yoloyoloyoloyolo~! they will work, but before they can you will give them all hardhats," he smirked, with teeth bore out like a mad hyena's. "no one is allowed on site without your piss caps!"

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{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{x1 massive used}Iwa Bunshin no Jutsu (Rock Clone Technique)
Rank: C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: 3
Chakra Consumption: Mid per clone

Iwa Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique which utilizes the Earth Element. After performing a set of handseals, the user creates a perfect clone of themselves made of stone. Unlike a normal Bunshin, the Iwa Bunshin has the ability to interact more with the environment due to it having physical substance. This allows the clone to carry out limited attacks on its target. The range of the clone is limited however, it cannot travel very far from the original body. If the Iwa Bunshin is injured, the clone will usually revert back into its natural rock state.

Note: Clones must be created within 5 meters of the user and cannot travel father than 50 meters from its creator. This clone has High cap of chakra. These clones are limited to Earth-based jutsu and elementary chakra channeling. This includes simple abilities like water walking and tree climbing but not more advances channeling techniques such as Hien.

MISSION

D RANK

"REMEMBERING THE COUNCIL"

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[Jae]

please allow me

TO INTRODUCE MYSELF I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE

some time passed before the foreman returned with enough helmets for the iwa bunshin, and another for ue who gave it a derisive glance.

"here," yuuku sighed with exhaustion. "i had to search all over the place but i have enough for you and your workers."

ue snorted, folding his arms over his chest once more. "workers? workers require wages and the will to work." his lips curled high in amusement, parting to reveal a jackal's smile. "these are my slaves." looking past yuuku as if to dismiss him entirely, ue barked fiercely at his bunshin. "all of you, put on your piss caps and get to work!" they obliged without hesitating, snatching the hardhats overflowing in yuuku's arms. when they were all equipped only one remained. it belonged to ue.

"come on, man, just put the hat on." the foreman was pleading at this point.

"i will NOT! your hat is a symbol of indigence, of the destitute! i am neither!"

"then like i said, i can't let y—"

"pardon me, proletariat," ue interrupted, stepping past yuuku to oversee his clones. "YOU! SLAVE NUMBER FOUR," he howled, stabbing a finger in the direction of an arbitrary clone. "MOVE FASTER!" smiling, his arms slithered back to rest. "it is almost time for my milk bath." a hum of excitement warmed the air around him.

each clone acted at ue's discretion, even without verbal commands. they scoured the area for debris, submerged what they found, and consolidated those remnants at a point deep underground, past where the damaged soil reached. this was all through the use of jutsu: double suicide decapitation and underground fish projection.

the kikkawa wore his pride as a bright and visible for everyone to see, especially that crone yuuku. he didn't seem impressed. in fact, he seemed infuriated.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING AROUND?!" his anger let loose on his own laborers, who were mesmerized by what they saw in ue's much more efficient assembly line of slaves workers. "GET BACK TO WORK~!!"

ue beamed with excitement, and rapped his hand atop the foreman's hardhat like he was petting an animal. "good show, proletariat! let them know who's boss! fill them with the fear of god as you order them! they are yours to comman— "

"THAT'S IT! I WANT YOU OFF OF MY SITE! YOU'VE DONE NOTHING BUT CAUSE ME TROUBLE THIS ENTIRE TIME! YOU WILL NOT BE PAID AND THE TSUCHIKAGE'S GETTING A FULL REPORT ON HOW INSUBORDINATE YOU'VE BEEN!" yuuku was fuming and stood nose to chest with the regal slave-driver. ue, on the other hand, remained silent, glaring down at yuuku through cool tinted lenses.

"i will not be paid?" the statement came like ice, grappling and cold, but yuuku's fire had not been quelled.

"NO. PAY. NOTHING! ZILCH! NADA! NOW GET OFF MY S—"

"slave number one," ue cooed. the bunshin stopped right in it's tracks and gave it's master it's full attention. "the proletariat says that i will not be given my honest pay for my honest work. assume your position by that rock." it did just that, clinging toward a large but seemingly arbitrary chunk of stone, and shortly after ue formed a single seal.

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{Spoiler}Doton Bunshin Bakuha (Earth Clone Explosion)
Rank: B
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Offensive
Handseals: 1
Chakra Consumption: Mid [per clone]

A follow-up technique to Doton Bunshin, the earth clone explosion is an advanced ninjutsu technique utilized by highly skilled doton users in order for them to detonate a standard doton bunshin at impressive levels. Once a normal doton bunshin is created, the user can detonate the clone at any time to form a very large explosion. The chakra left within the clone forms the energy behind the blast, and although it lacks fiery properties, the earthen components of the clone spread forth everywhere, traveling at dangerous speed like shrapnel. Traveling in all directions except underground, it effectively creates a devastating area of effect.

Note: This technique can only detonate one clone at a time, per post.

MISSION

D RANK

"REMEMBERING THE COUNCIL"

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[Jae]

please allow me

TO INTRODUCE MYSELF I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE

death by spontaneous combustion. slave number one was no more and his sedimentary form had become the refuse each laborer worked tirelessly to remove. with the resultant blast playing the role as the accompaniment, their panicked cries filled the site as the concerto. a wave of dust enveloped the area, reaching high and far so that every man and every woman barely cast a shadow under the peaking sun. it was beautiful really.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" the foreman's shrill cry fell on deaf ears. the maestro of this piece was too far submerged in the splendor of his work. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED SOMEONE!"

"i could kill you, proletariat." ue's smile waned into something terrifying, a displeased frown. "but dead men do not pay very well i've learned." it quickly returned, clearing any doubt yuuku had about the shinobi he had commissioned. this man was insane. "are you still unwilling to reward me for my contribution?"

"ABSOLUTELY N—"

"SLAVE NUMBER TWO, ASSUME YOUR POSITION!" the laborers scattered like exposed vermin when ue brought his hands together.

"NO! WAIT!"

"hmm?" the explosion never came. yuuku had gained ue's mercy if only for a moment, but a man as fickle as him had little to spare. "speak, proletariat."

"i'll.... i'll pay you."

a forest of teeth shimmered proud and full. "i'm sorry but it is very noisy here. i couldn't hear you."

"I SAID I'LL PAY YOU! JUST GET OUT OF HERE!"

the kikkawa lips pouted contemplatively. was there more he could get out of this? was it worth the trouble? both arms fell lazily to his side as he leaned forward, coming face to face with the rattled foreman. "lovely." suddenly each clone lost their constitution, as if to punctuate their creator's statement. their hardhats staggered to the ground below them, each with a noticeable thud, as the kikkawa turned his back on yuuku.

"then it is time i take my leave," he yelled, stepping out into the distance before pausing to look over his shoulder. he smiled that smile of his, as bright and hard as diamond; it could cut through glass and sinew alike on any occasion.

"i expect my compensation within the week, proletariat.

"good day."

MISSION

D RANK

"REMEMBERING THE COUNCIL"

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NPC - UNKNOWN

He was boisterous, wasn't he? But then again, it was that confident that made them interested in him. The one they called "the last Kikkawa". Many had come to work on his family's graveyard, replacing the old with new, burying the past and  masking the truth. They acted under the murderer's guise, revitalizing the area in the name of Enfuego in order to bring 'solidarity' to Stone while it healed and got over its hardships; what bullshit! He was a liar and a cheat, pure and simple. And he had cheated us of our loved ones for the last time. So now, we strike back. We've been watching the developments of Iwa after F took over leadership. We've seen this drones come and go. Most of them look like the type; self proclaimed patriots, unquestioning in their nature, loyal to the end. They cared not what their Uchiha leader had done to claim his precious throne. They knew not what blood stained his hands.

"In position. Target spotted. Please advise..."

Ue retreated from the construction zone and headed back towards the heart of the village. It was then that I'd chase, and perhaps, intercept, should the opportunity arise. Though our forces were weak now, enough strong men and women in their ranks could bring that liar of a leader to his knees. And while most would not follow our lead - we had to be careful whom we tried to recruit, for they could turn on us in a second - we knew Ue was different. For one, his file detailed him a 'complex man that did not take direction well'. However, they did not mention he was the only Kikkawa left slave, as a direct result of the Tsuchikage - that's right, we had obtained evidence of F's murder, as well as his newfound power, when he thought no one was watching. What better way to turn a man like Ue towards their cause, than to tempt him with a morsel as succulent as the concept that his leader had murdered his own family?

"Ready to approach."

It was too good to be true. As the unknown stalker whispered into his radio, he prepared for the chase. By following Ue back, he'd have a better chance of…convincing him.

[ EXIT @ Iwagakure ]

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