- The mission:
- Mission Name: Patrol Duty
Mission Type: Guard
Mission Rank: C
Mission Goal: patrol the village
Description: Patrol the streets of Iwagakure and ensure that there is no problems with the day to day operations, report all disturbances.
Payment: 15k
Requirements: D-Class
It seemed today was going to be another day for another dollar. Since he had managed to deal with all ten of his assigned D rank missions they had decided to assign Tadara with a partner for a C rank mission for the day. For Tadara this was to be expected but he was unsure of their motives. If he continued to do good work would they begin to assign him to B rank missions? He wasn't built well for combat so he had some concerns. Of course his opinion differed greatly once he saw the weather outside. It was a downpour. Even the mission slip had been a little soaked when they delivered it. He would frown as he realized most of the experienced shinobi would rather stay dry and so he had gotten the bottom rung on the ladder for this. At least it appeared Katsumi was his named partner for this one. Still the two of them would be doing arduous work for the time being. So he would sigh and begin preparing for the day. They had a patrol route and everything. Observe and report only so they wouldn't actually be expected to engage any trouble they encountered.
Tadara had picked up a pair of binoculars from his limited supplies at home and a poncho with rain gear underneath. Normally the two of them would simply sit somewhere and his bees would handle the patrol. However in this heavy of rain the bees would be grounded quickly. Even if they pushed through the rain it would be exhausting for them and his yin energy would be thrown off. So Tadara would be found awaiting Katsumi on a roof top at the start of their patrol. A wealthier neighborhood that just wanted some extra security patrols it seemed. Times were rough after all. Still Tadara was standing there in a grey poncho with brown rain gear with orange reflectors around the ankels and wrists that were visible. The rain splattering off his gear as he awaited Katsumi. Preferring the roofs to keep off them muddy streets. Even in rain boots it was more comfortable above. His black eyes would glance through the downpour awaiting his ally. A friend even? Unlikely...how did one make friends? Was it as simple as association? Either way he would need to attempt it. Perhaps some social interaction outside of missions? What did people do for social interactions?