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"We are Kumogakure no Sato. Our village is known as paradise, the glorious village that punctures the clouds. Sadly my friends, we are beneath those clouds right now.”

I was subject to agree with him, but our nation would not have to sustain such a defeatists perspective. We were to overcome, to resolve with strength and refinement. We would attain feats as never done prior, but not in this current state. Our nation, if any, attained the potential to overcome. From generation to generation, we stood nobly for our cause, undivided amidst the hardships of hostility. Kumogakure would prevail, as we have done in the strands of time. History will repeat itself as we climb the ladder to predominance. We are not to be corroded down by the devastation of war to our bitter end. Succeed. It is all we know. Kumogakure would do this under one condition, under one leader... under one man. I did not require the need to develop an educated consideration for my opinion, for this was as palpable as the answers came.

"Yes, but it does not have to stay that way Aburame Shouta. Under proper regime, we will once again augment our standing; but this will be done under genuine regime. A regime led by a man to rescind the torment and suffering. That man is you, Aburame Shouta. I've seen it, your passion for the people. I've seen your passion for the Nation; willing to search for those fallen under the effects of war, it is a noble quality. One that a fitting Raikage must attain. It is a bold statement, but I feel this desperate cry for guidance. Our people are lost in the hysteria, it is contingent of their survival to receive direction. You know it as well as I do: the need for a leader is apparent and you are the one deserving.
What say you?"

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.

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.

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"

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.