Perhaps a little too much freedom [Solo Mission]

Test some Kunai/Shuriken:

Morning had been hard enough the past few days, whilst her mother had been shorthanded after the immediate leave that their last delivery boy had been forcefully given the poor woman had been overworked more than normal and she works hard enough as it was. Miko for some reason had decided to train outside for some benial reason, training outside only returning at four in the morning was not something that she recommended. The night before had been ruff, hours of sleep was something that she had missed out on. Yet after her return from a stormy training the young woman had collapsed on top of the bed where her mother had found her wearing the sodden clothing from earlier. Yet now she sat at the table bundled up a slight fever with a loving note on the table with a bowl of now emptied ramen. Yes she had made a bad choice and it was up to her to carry on with the foolish choices of the night before, so she hadn’t worn protection against the rain and storm, then she had whipped her shirt off as well before laying in a puddle of water. No no she had to carry on, snatched off a hook she flicked the scarf around her neck before setting out into the streets to brave the late lunch rush of traffic that flooded the streets with people hoping to find somewhere with good food. A blacksmith, and a new one at that. Her mother had always told her to support small local businesses, probably also due to the fact that they fell into the category. This mission seemed quite simple, hardly a mission at all. That was before she had left the house though, the blacksmiths was just around the corner, she had to sit, slumped against the wall as if some sort of elderly person who lacked a home. The moment of feverish thoughts passed, her mind had been ablaze as had her forehead. The water satchel at her side was emptied, a few drops leaking out due to the amount she had tried to fill her mouth up with, unable to take any more the young woman had simply gulped it all down at once wiping any stray droplets with the sleeve of her jacket.

No no it was okay, the fever would pass with water and rest, well perhaps rest couldn’t be had at the moment but for sure the sheer amount of water she drunk would be able to negate the effects of her illness. The door to the blacksmiths was close, hopefully the mission would be one she could undertake without much interaction with anyone else, lest they decide she could not do something as simple as stab a few things. Leaning on the door of the blacksmiths she knocked slightly calling out that she was here to accept the mission. A voice from within, rumbling and dry spoke in what seemed like a harsh voice directing her to a nearby table where 10 kunai sat laid out smoothly. At Least he didn't come forth to greet her or anything. Snatched up one by one each weight was tested. One out, the hilt having been far too overweight it had reminded her of that old teacher from the normal school. The other adults had called the woman morbidly obese. A headache had set on, yet there was a need to test the other kunai with whatever materials she wanted. Surely she could lat through a little pain to test the last nine kunai. Bile rose, eating away at the back of her throat. Something close by, she couldn’t walk far and the reward had been left next to the kunai. A package of sorts, half open left hanging up, a logo of what appeared to be a rose was in the center of the vaguely human sized package which hung from a hook. It seemed like an okay target, he had mentioned any materials and the illnesses within her body had brought her down to a point where running around to create targets would be more of a task than the entire mission. Hand covered mouth as a mental battle between the reflux of her stomach and her own inner strength raged. No no she had to use what she could, the target before her, vaguely human shaped, a semi padded cover to the insides, the rose like logo seemed to perfect as well.

In one hand she clasped the bundle of untested sharpened weapons which could dissect and kill, settled back into the corner her weight mostly supported by the bench behind her the kunai scattered across the benchtop, two in hand. Fast movement unbalancing her due to the speed of it MIko elected to leave a moments rest between each throw. Aim slightly off, should she have cursed herself for being unable to control her mind a little better. Clutched, one hand had curled around the water canteen more for comfort than anything else. The lack of weight left her unsatisfied, heat rising down the back of her neck as the light object did little to steady her aim for the next four throws, each kunai although hitting the package not a single one hit the target which had been so kindly printed. In disgust she had stalked forward. The last untested kunai left lonely on the bench. Unusual as it was her hair had been drawn up into a bun, now after the disappointment ad engaer which emanated from her head it had melted to the side, flopping in whichever direction her head had turned. Snatched out they had softly thunked to the ground, clattering softly a fwe span whilst others simply slid to the side. The side of the package had been torn, kunai piercing gashes in whatever had been contained, silk and see through fabric, white, decorated in roses and blossoms could be revealed beneath. Pure in colour the only difference in shade being the silver which decorated the tips of each rose petal. A dress of sorts, pure white, with a tag that read ‘for the moments that only happen once.’ Throat hardened, no it hadn’t been her fault. He had specified whatever material, she could have used a body for god's sakes. Mission technically completed as her face scrunched, holding back emotions with great talent and years of practice her voice called out to the man in the other room that the kunai were all fine. Rested for a moment the doorway propped her up, home, the fire had started to burn up her forehead, as if her entire body was a desert with her mother being the driest part. The young woman barely knew if she could make it back to bed, nevermind getting to Zaida’s house to fix whatever mess she had caused.

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+500 ryo
+800 exp

It had been better than earlier, after that horrible experience with what she could only assume to be a wedding dress her mother had promptly put her to bed for a few hours before heading off to work. Well not that laying in bed would solve a problem such as that, Zaida had apparently gone off to the forest or something, it would be nigh impossible to find her in there. No no she had to sink her teeth into doing something, lurching out of bed the ice pack slid to the ground, leggings coated her legs smoothly as she shakily clapped together the last of the buttons on the jacket, a thick winters coat of wool had been left out in the hallway, Although her mother would not have known she would be using it so soon Miko stepped out the door with boots protecting her feet, another job which had been dated for today, it was not as if she could merely drop everything on her schedule especially when the mission would start soon. A couple were here, on tour from a different village who wanted to know some of the nicer spots. A spare man stuffed in her pocket she had plans to give it to the travelers, after having marked the locations they would visit down for them. It was an odd time to visit, wintry weather wasn’t particularly good or anything, the snow wasn’t pretty to look at. Perhaps some other asset was what had lured them through the village gates.

Coat fending off the slight rain a closed umbrella in hand the streets had flickered past similar to an old motion picture from the television. Everything sinking into a haze of gray. The missions destination unknown to her, unlike the dawn of it, familiar pathways swirled beneath her as if it was a painting she had studied every day, the village gate was somewhere she often frequented. It was there that she had met her assignments, an interesting duo they seemed far too normal. As if they were the perfect idea of a typical person. Halfway down her back the woman's hair swept around, a curtain of black which framed this perfect portrait of a woman. Young yet not young her balanced face seemed perfectly aligned in the center, everything that was seemed to be aligned to the middle. As if someone had created her and left the sliders in the middle. The man by her side was no better, Miko noted down things about them as the young lady closed in on the couple. His own brown hair messily styled to the side, a perfectly normal couple she could hardly remember their faces, as if they were just another one of the crowd. Approached with care the introductions had gone relatively smoothly, as she mentioned that she was Fumiko the Genin whom had been assigned to their mission they introduced themselves as Mr. Briad and the lovely Ms.Stiks. Well a moments conversation regarding the weather set the atmosphere for their relationship as they meandered into the town center, apparently they wished to be dropped at the bathing house first. But only after she had pointed out various important places and landmarks. An agreement settled on that she would show them a few places which lay in the general direction of the bathhouse yet there was no way, not a single possibility in the entire universe that she would be trapezing around showing them the waterfall and then the mage's tower. This that and the other could remain a vague mention on the map.

Motioned her hand vaguely pointed towards the tower, the gardens in that area being quite beautiful as well. The had been wondering about for many minutes now. Time passing as questions and answers exchanged lips, passing through as if none of it would really matter. Gardens here a tower there, the cafe here tasting simply superb and across the street an at galley doubling as some form of a museum. Yet they had reached the baths, much welcomed the view of the stone archways had excited and calmed them. Map clutched alongside bags which lined their wrists. A few moments she had spent spectating, as they dashed in quite happy. The youth had her reward, there was little reason to stay as slight shrieks of glee rose from the fenced off enclosures, Yes yes she would happily remove herself from the area having finished up a job which could hopefully mask her failure of a wedding cake. Shrugging a backpack up from where it lay slumped on a bench her feet softly scuffed the ground. This was quite the mission indeed, thankful, it brushed against her as a grade of children ran past. It was peaceful, although the small horde had run back and forth proudly displaying the large underclothing which had been liberated from the womans changing room. A chuckle passed across her face as the childlike actions they had taken. It briefly sat there before departing as she took up a job to return home, wishing only to wrap herself up in a blanket and to become a burrito

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+500 ryo, +500 exp

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+1000 ryo
+1,300 exp