- Rat Race : C:
Mission Name: Rat Race
Mission Type: chore
Mission Rank: C
Mission Goal: Solve the rat infestation
Description: The village has been struck by a serious infestation, hungry rats have emerged from the sewers and are destroying homes, foodstores and the most important graneries and fish stocks. Seek out the four nests and destroy every rat you can find before they manage to eat up all the food meant for trade and stocking.
Payment: 15,000 ryo
Requirements: Chuunin
Akeruseirei Hozuki
Kirigakure's Exporter
It had been some time.
Between her first hours with the blade, a boat ride, a few students she picked up, and a lunch with her son, she had changed. But watching her cat take in new blood, from a yet to rot corpse was something she would still think about. It wasn't uncommon to think about such things. So many shinobi had taken in organs and other DNA from others in order to greatly strengthen themselves. It wasn't something she could agree with. If you had someone elses heart beating inside of you, your victory was also theirs. It was strengthening, if that heart was given to save your life, someone you owed it to. It was weakening if it was something you took, because you yourself was weak.
Did that mean the cat was weak?
She stood, her weapon lifted to rest the blunt end against her neck as the flat side lay on her shoulder. She was different now, they both were. A tan dress shirt with bits of stained blood was all that kept her warm, save for the black wrap that covered her chest. Her stomach bare, exposing her muscles that were all but lost after having a kid. For a mother, she was in great shape, for a Kaguya, some could say she was lacking. Her pants were blue shorts, the end of them wrapped and tape down with black bandages, all the way down to cover her feet. Her sleeves rolled, as always, with her hands wrapped in the same bandages. Her right wearing a sort of brace to support her wrist.
She waited. She waited not far from the entrance to the sewers. A busted gate that had long gone without repair. She waited for the cat.
Between her first hours with the blade, a boat ride, a few students she picked up, and a lunch with her son, she had changed. But watching her cat take in new blood, from a yet to rot corpse was something she would still think about. It wasn't uncommon to think about such things. So many shinobi had taken in organs and other DNA from others in order to greatly strengthen themselves. It wasn't something she could agree with. If you had someone elses heart beating inside of you, your victory was also theirs. It was strengthening, if that heart was given to save your life, someone you owed it to. It was weakening if it was something you took, because you yourself was weak.
Did that mean the cat was weak?
She stood, her weapon lifted to rest the blunt end against her neck as the flat side lay on her shoulder. She was different now, they both were. A tan dress shirt with bits of stained blood was all that kept her warm, save for the black wrap that covered her chest. Her stomach bare, exposing her muscles that were all but lost after having a kid. For a mother, she was in great shape, for a Kaguya, some could say she was lacking. Her pants were blue shorts, the end of them wrapped and tape down with black bandages, all the way down to cover her feet. Her sleeves rolled, as always, with her hands wrapped in the same bandages. Her right wearing a sort of brace to support her wrist.
She waited. She waited not far from the entrance to the sewers. A busted gate that had long gone without repair. She waited for the cat.
Strength: B || Constitution: D(C)|| Stamina: C || Speed: B ||
Coordination: B+ || Intelligence: C || Perception: B
110/110 Chakra
Coordination: B+ || Intelligence: C || Perception: B
110/110 Chakra