copper [m]
May 30, 2011 18:55:55 GMT -8
Post by BLKND on May 30, 2011 18:55:55 GMT -8
underneath and unexplored
ogonkurai
A small ladle would fish itself into the small wooden bowl that had been revolving around the small circular building for the passed four hours. A line of shinobi, ranging from Genin to Jounin would stand shoulder to shoulder, their respective dish placed carefully in front of them to catch the attention and need of every villager that would make their way through the building. The atmosphere was bleak, but hopeful. The sun had just begun to rise, and the plethora of windows that would allow the village to notice the clouds surrounding the panes would allow what little sun left creep its way into the room. It was a massive, building with little to no walls. There were a number of dining tables, making it appear to be much like a cafeteria, that many of the shinobi were familiar with from their experience in the Academy. Each table, all sporting red tops, would be near-filled with the seats of the needy. Sprinkled in the crowd would be random spurts of shinobi conversing with these villagers. Kurai however would be one of the many shinobi handing out the food that the groups would share as they enjoyed their conversations. Men and women ninja would tell tales of the many missions that they had experienced. Few would tell tales of the miraculous places that they had explored, and how it was like to travel. The captive attention of Kurai however would remain on the placement of a simple broth into the bowls of the men and women who had come strictly for the food. Of course, as his golden eyes would stare into the dead, weary eyes of his fellow villagers, there would be nothing compassionate about his actions.
As his ladle would tip upside down once more, he would notice that the only thing on his mind was the money he was receiving for something like this. At the end of the day, this was a service, not something that he volunteered for. This was a business transaction between himself and the village, and in his need to gain money, he would take them up on these offers of easy money. Serving a bunch of bums food for a few hours was something that he could easily get used to. A grin would cross his face, hidden behind his decorated black collar as he would only imagine the wool that he was pulling over the eyes of the saps who would pay for a community service. While the Kumogakure homeless were sure to only live on the streets for a temporary time, their fate determined by the previous attacks, he still felt little sympathy for them. Nothing was going to change that. So as he would once more dip his ladle into the massive vat of broth, and transport it into the bowl of a smiling old woman, he would simply smile back, his mind much too apathetic to fathom authenticity.
name; serving the poor
rank; d
description; Though Kumogakure no Sato is starting to thrive under Aburame Shouta’s leadership. Some of our inhabitants are still without food and water. The basic and daily essentials to survive, they’re lacking. So the Raikage has set up a program. This program is simple, each and every day during certain hours the Kumogakure no Sato shinobi serve the unlucky individuals of Kumogakure no Sato food. This simple and welcoming program is further helping our starving villagers. Hopefully they’ll get back upon their feet soon enough. So go Kumogakure no Sato shinobi, help the ones who are in dire need of help.
reward; 20 experience, 100 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable
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