Few Missions. {Private}

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Inijo had just awoken, he had a day full of training planned ahead. He needed to train up for the tournament he had signed up for not too long ago. It was a genin tournament, and he had no idea on the prize. He had heard a few people were entering, but had no idea on who. Therefore it would be wise enough to train, due to the fact that he doesn't know the capabilities of the other's in this tournament. With a grin, he made sure he had everything. He had black pants, which were similar to jeans. On those jeans, there was a small pouch which wrapped around his leg. There he kept his pair of chop sticks. These were special chop sticks, not the kind used for eating. These were used for combat. They had pointed ends, which could be used for piercing through an enemies body quite easily, in some ways they were more effective than Kunai knives. he also was wearing a black T-shirt. With everything noted for, he headed out.


He approached his front door with a grin on his face, having every aspect of his training already planned out. Sure things could end up going wrong, but nothing could stop him from improving, right? He could still train either way. Then, in the briefest of seconds, his day worth of plans had burnt into ash. There was a knock at the door, not knowing why anyone would want to disturb him in the middle of the day, he opened it. There he saw no one. He looked down, and saw a letter. It was a mission.



He had been assigned to chase down a group of kids, and so he did. These kids were in a way terrorizing the shopping district by knocking down stands. Inijo had forced them to clean up and fix everything, and that had taken all day. He didn't do it happily or nicely, either. The kids would have a grudge with Inijo after this day, as well as the other way around.

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Inijo awoke the next morning full of energy. With a yawn, and a grin, he jumped out of his bed. He didn't bother making it today, he didn't feel like it. He was still slightly angered due to the fact that he hadn't managed to finish, let alone start, his training yesterday. he had been interrupted before he could, in a way, by a group of children. These children had went around and terrorized the shopping district, so typically it was a shinobi's job to put a stop to them, and force them to fix it. Inijo held a small grudge against them, but had helped them in hopes of at least starting his training before nightfall. He had managed to start it, just barely though, compared to the entire days worth of effort he should have put in, and his stamina was already drained.



He got up, and put on his white T-shirt. It was plain. He also put on another pair of black pants which were also closely related to jeans. He left his chop sticks here, however. He had time to perform accuracy training yesterday, when he took his time to put an apple on one of the boy's heads and listen to them beg as the others had cleaned up. He actually threw, too. But with luck, none of them flinched, which of course saved their lives..



He headed out, about to reach the door when yet again in the briefest of seconds there his plans went, burning to an ash. He opened the door with slight feelings of hope that it's a random passerby looking for someone, yet came to the wrong home. When he opened the door no one was there. He sighed with relief, but then looked down. He swore, and took the mission.



Inijo went to the mountains, after grabbing his chop sticks. He was assigned to recover lost medical supplies. It took a while, though left him little time to train. The problem was he was left with his stamina drained yet again, what with finding multiple medical supplies, it was a pain. Especially since he was mainly doing it all alone. He simply went back home after the completion of the mission, to collect both yesterday's and today's rewards. It was quite a bit.. he supposed. He could buy more things with this amount.. especially after spending most of his cash on the useless chop sticks.. he began to wonder on what though? Was a question he would answer later.

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Inijo sighed, as he had woke up. He had planned, yet again, another day full of training. He didn't think it was going to be successful today, either. What with all the missions he was being assigned to lately. He got up anyways, though. He was sure he would be interuppted eventually, so best to be prepared when he is. Perhaps take out a Kunai and solve his problems too.. but no, just getting dressed and preparing for possible missions would be fine, he decided.




He got up and went to his closet. He dragged out the following pieces of clothing; a greyish T-shirt. It was plain and the sleeves were of average length. Following this, he pulled out a black pair of pants, which again, closely resembled jeans. After equipping the mentioned clothing, he wrapped a pouch around his leg. This pouch held his Chop sticks which weren't used for eating, rather combat instead. The pouch itself was used tokeep his chop sticks from stabbing his leg whenever he walked. With that, he placed on his shoes and began to walk to the door, waiting for a knock to sound.



He opened his door, surprisingly no one was there.. too bad too, he didn't feel like training, though he was glad. He walked off, away from his home after locking his door. After that, he felt a tap on his shoulder. With a grin of the feeling of freedom, he turned around. No one was there. He looked down, and noticed an envelope, with on it written; 'sorry, late'. His eye twitched, and he sighed. He picked it up, he was to be on patrol. He sighed, and began to patrol around the village. It wasn't all day, thankfully. So he still had sometime to do what he had planned to do.