Ryu's journey to the herb shop was a sluggish affair, each step heavier than the last as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. The sun, a relentless orb of heat, seemed to mock his lack of enthusiasm for the day's chore: gathering herbs. With a resigned sigh, he pushed open the creaky door of the shop and was met with the earthy scent of dried herbs mingled with the faint aroma of medicinal potions. The shopkeeper, a woman with a bandaged leg, greeted him with a sympathetic smile. "Ah, you're here for the herb gathering, aren't you?" Ryu mustered a feeble nod, his eyes barely meeting hers as he mumbled an affirmative response.
She handed him a woven basket, the straw rough against his fingertips, and an old, weathered herb book that seemed to have seen better days. With a brief explanation of what was required, she sent him on his way. The weight of the basket felt burdensome as Ryu trudged through the streets, the sun beating down on him relentlessly. Each footfall seemed to echo with the weight of his exhaustion, and he found himself stopping frequently to catch his breath, leaning against walls or resting on benches whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Arriving at the training fields, Ryu's steps were slow and unsteady, his gaze unfocused as he meandered through the tall grass and wildflowers. He glanced at the herb book occasionally, the words blurring together in a haze of disinterest, as he absentmindedly plucked random plants and tossed them into the basket without bothering to check their names or properties. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as Ryu wandered aimlessly through the fields, the weight of the task ahead feeling increasingly insurmountable. The sun crept across the sky, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror Ryu's own sense of lethargy.
Finally, with the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon, Ryu decided that the basket was probably full enough. With a heavy heart and leaden limbs, he made his way back to the herb shop, the weight of the basket seeming to grow with each step. The shopkeeper greeted him with a tired smile as he handed over the basket of haphazardly gathered herbs. "Thank you. This should do for now."
Ryu managed a weak smile in return, his energy depleted and his mind already drifting towards the comfort of his own bed. He accepted her thanks with a nod, his thoughts consumed by the promise of rest. As he shuffled out of the shop and made his way to the mission office, the weight of his exhaustion seeming to grow with each step.Finally, after what felt like hours, Ryu arrived at the mission office. He pushed open the door and was greeted by the familiar sight of the receptionist's desk. The receptionist looked up, a smile of recognition spreading across her face. "Back already, Ryu? How did the mission go?" she asked, her voice cheerful and bright.
Ryu mustered a weak smile in return, his energy depleted and his words sluggish. "It went... fine. I delivered the herbs that she needed," he mumbled, handing over a signed document showing he completed the mission. The receptionist accepted paper with a nod of thanks, her gaze flicking briefly over it "Here you go, Ryu. Your payment for the mission," the receptionist said, handing him a small pouch of ryo. Ryu accepted the payment, his thoughts consumed by the promise of rest. With the mission officially completed, he turned and made his way home, the weight of his exhaustion finally catching up to him as he collapsed into bed, grateful for the respite of sleep.
Exit Thread
Mission Completed
She handed him a woven basket, the straw rough against his fingertips, and an old, weathered herb book that seemed to have seen better days. With a brief explanation of what was required, she sent him on his way. The weight of the basket felt burdensome as Ryu trudged through the streets, the sun beating down on him relentlessly. Each footfall seemed to echo with the weight of his exhaustion, and he found himself stopping frequently to catch his breath, leaning against walls or resting on benches whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Arriving at the training fields, Ryu's steps were slow and unsteady, his gaze unfocused as he meandered through the tall grass and wildflowers. He glanced at the herb book occasionally, the words blurring together in a haze of disinterest, as he absentmindedly plucked random plants and tossed them into the basket without bothering to check their names or properties. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as Ryu wandered aimlessly through the fields, the weight of the task ahead feeling increasingly insurmountable. The sun crept across the sky, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror Ryu's own sense of lethargy.
Finally, with the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon, Ryu decided that the basket was probably full enough. With a heavy heart and leaden limbs, he made his way back to the herb shop, the weight of the basket seeming to grow with each step. The shopkeeper greeted him with a tired smile as he handed over the basket of haphazardly gathered herbs. "Thank you. This should do for now."
Ryu managed a weak smile in return, his energy depleted and his mind already drifting towards the comfort of his own bed. He accepted her thanks with a nod, his thoughts consumed by the promise of rest. As he shuffled out of the shop and made his way to the mission office, the weight of his exhaustion seeming to grow with each step.Finally, after what felt like hours, Ryu arrived at the mission office. He pushed open the door and was greeted by the familiar sight of the receptionist's desk. The receptionist looked up, a smile of recognition spreading across her face. "Back already, Ryu? How did the mission go?" she asked, her voice cheerful and bright.
Ryu mustered a weak smile in return, his energy depleted and his words sluggish. "It went... fine. I delivered the herbs that she needed," he mumbled, handing over a signed document showing he completed the mission. The receptionist accepted paper with a nod of thanks, her gaze flicking briefly over it "Here you go, Ryu. Your payment for the mission," the receptionist said, handing him a small pouch of ryo. Ryu accepted the payment, his thoughts consumed by the promise of rest. With the mission officially completed, he turned and made his way home, the weight of his exhaustion finally catching up to him as he collapsed into bed, grateful for the respite of sleep.
Exit Thread
Mission Completed
