Fast Food (Private)

Fri Jan 08, 2016 12:05 pm

Mission Specs:

One doesn't complain about the duties that one is given as a ninja; it is really enough for Ruri that she's being allowed to partake in any missions at all. Still, she can't help but wonder if the job in front of her was really the best use of her time and skills. It seemed like an awful lot of work to become a glorified butcher.

In fact, in the warehouse filled with meat, she had to admit she wasn't even a glorified butcher. If anything, butchers were given to a far greater range of duties than her; she simply had to use the large cleaver provided to take meat from the carcasses and put it in barrels. And there were so many of them to worry about. The dangling lumps of flesh had already been stripped of their fur and the more dangerous organs, and now it was just a matter of repetitively introducing the blade to the meat.

The girl tightened her mask about her face, raised the cleaver, and then brought the cleaver around in a heavy chopping motion, shearing yet more meat away from the bone. Her nose wrinkled beneath the mask as blood and chunks of flesh were neatly sliced away from bone.

This may not have been her idea of a good time, but it was at least educational. The girl's arm soon ached, and she was covered in gore from head to toe, but the barrel was filling with scraps of meat that would surely sate the hunger of even the most ravenous beast that the mizukage had in his service.

That, at least, was the hope. After four hours of hard work, the girl had finally managed to fill three barrels full of chunks of meat. Her body was covered in sweat, and now all she had to do was ship the damn things to the drop-off point.

As always, it was that last bit that turned out to be the biggest struggle. Mounting each barrel atop the other, they easily dwarfed her height, and even with the wheeled cart to help her move the delivery through Kirigakure's streets, they were unwieldy in the extreme. Still, she refused to give up! With every struggling step she finally understood what the true purpose of this training was: to teach her the importance of physical fitness! To struggle and strain against the limitations of her own body!

Slump. Thud. Zzz...

"Hey, hey girl, hey..."

The caterer prodded the poor thing with his clipboard, and she stirred only vaguely, waving one hand with a groan.

"Well... I guess at least you managed to get the stuff here. Good job, kid."

(Wordcount: 445)

Fri Jan 08, 2016 12:09 pm

Approved, just so you know you also get +1 ap from this mission as per the mission rules.

Fast Food (Private)

Fast Food (Private)

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