Paint the Wall [M]

Name: Paint the wall
Location: Anywhere
Rank: D
Team: No
Client: Random Citizen
Rewards: 500 exp and 500 Ryo
Description: An old man is in need of assistance painting over some images that a few vandals painted on the side of his house. You can help him! He is just repainting it white and with the two of you is should take no time at all.



Gekkido thought it trivial that he was sent to help the old man paint over the graffiti plastered on the side of his house instead of being sent to punish those responsible in the first place. His thirst for battle was fresh everyday, and painting a wall just didn’t quench it the way the spilling of blood could. He kept his violent preferences to himself, however, as he and the old man took to painting green what was now purple, black, and blue. The old man could tell Gekkido was lost in his thoughts, and definitely had the propensity to be. To lighten the mood he began sharing stories with him of how when he was a youth he was guilty of the same tom-foolery. Gekkido grinned at the man, the paint bleeding across the wall as he moved the brush up and down. So interesting was it to find that many of the sins that elderly people fight in youth were once their own. Gekkido thought of how humbling it must be for the Kage’s to year after year put down rebellions that were no different than the ones they had led in their younger days. The cycle of life perhaps? He wasn’t sure quite how life worked yet, but he knew that it was indeed cyclical. The one thing that many failed to account for, however, was that eventually the cycle would expand to make room for new events to repeat. New levels of rebellion would have to be met with new levels of authority. Sinister thoughts came to him, admittedly, as to how he would one day lead a rebellion on the society of the world that not a single man on this planet was prepared to put in check.

The green paint now covered the entirety of the wall, and Gekkido stepped down from the ladder. He shook hands with the man, the unusual strength of his grip being felt by the stranger, as well as the intensity of the look. The old man could feel that his stories had touched Gekkido in a far more profound way than he’d meant, and he almost worryingly wished the young the best on his travels.