Max's Path to Chuunin (Trial 1)

Mission Specs:

Day One:
 
Max woke up and decided it was about time he had started working on getting up to the next rank. Senshi had become chuunin, and Reizo was fairly close as well. Heck, even the twins were either Chuunin (In Komons case) or almost there, themselves. He couldn’t be the only one of the Genin that didn’t manage to take it to the next level and rank up as well. Sitting up from his bedding, he would stretch out. Sitting over in the corner of the room, his puppets would lie there immobile. He wanted to immediately unwrap them and begin to play, but instead he decided to warm up a can of beans on his stovetop.
“Finally deciding to step it up?” Napa would ask, his tone rather annoyed. “I’m surprised it took you so long. Hell, I thought that you would never get around to the damn things!” Napa was right, Max had been putting off the exams at first, and now that he had lost his arm and leg he had no choice but to wait until he had regained his strength and made his new parts.
“Hush now, Napa. You know that I have been recuperating from the encounter with… with…” Max could feel his tongue get caught up in his mouth as he tried to mutter the name of his assailant. Maku had left yet another lasting impression on the boy. Instead of just rage towards the man for the crimes he had committed, he had also learned to respect and fear the man’s overwhelming strength. He would have to grow a great deal stronger to ever hope to content with such monsters, and so this would be the first major step on the path towards his destiny.
 
“You know that the level of ability he had possessed was far beyond that of a lowly Chuunin, right? He could have mopped the floor with you even if you had attained such a rank. While this is the first step, this is but a baby step in the grand scheme of things. Far harder trials await you than anything that this or any other test will put you through.” Napa would say in a low, solemn tone of voice. He wasn’t harassing the boy right now. No, he had been telling the absolute truth, and that stung more than the jabs the puppet had ever made.
 
“I know you to be correct, Napa. I always appreciate your honesty.” Max would say as he lifted a spoonful of beans to his mouth. Gulping it down quickly as to not speak with a full mouth, “This path we are on won’t be easy but we will manage, old friend.”
 
It wouldn’t take very long for Max to finish off this light meal. Grabbing Napa, the boy would head over to the Kumo Mission office and request the information he needed before he was able to become a Chuunin. The man behind the desk looks at the boy, shakes his head a little bit and then finds the paperwork he needs. Max doesn’t mind the man’s doubting expression, as he had been rather young. Nevertheless, Max had already overcome many of his own self-doubts. His encounter with Maku had done one thing for certain, renew his desire to grow stronger.
 
Looking over the first prerequisite mission needed to even be considered for a Chuunin promotion, Max noted all of the factors. There were only so many ninja that would likely be put on sentry duty for the exam, and of those people three of them would be assigned to watch over this particular trial. That meant that there were many factors in this mission.
 
Since it had been such an important mission, Max would decide that more information was needed. Some reconnaissance was in order. Walking through town, he would head over to and watch the testing facility, noting all of the people that went in and out of the building. There were many shinobi in the village, but only a few of them had likely proctored these exams. Sitting down on a nearby rooftop, Max and Napa would wait while munching on a fairly large bag of chocolate candies and watch the establishment. Most would think this a bit boring, but this kind of thing wasn’t anything new to Max. He had regularly waited for traitors to be removed from their homes so that he could go in and take what he needed from their now empty houses. This wasn’t much different. Once his eyes started to sink, he knew that he would have to go home and rest before continuing his investigation the next day.
 
Day Two:
 
It had been an uneventful time the day before while watching the building. Only four shinobi had seemed to enter into the building, and Max would have to watch and see if the same people came today as well. Perched on his nearby roof, he waited and watched again. He noted that three of the same faces as the day prior had gone in and out of the building. Two days in a row might have been coincidence, but he truly doubted it. Max still didn’t know for sure who these people had been, but he would continue to wait and watch as the ninja passed in and out of the facility. Again he would down a whole bag of candy while he waited. During this time Max would utilize his ability to use Chakra Sensory. He would take note of the distinctive chakra signatures of the various people heading in and out of the facility, to further aid his ability to locate them should the time arise that he needed to.
 
Day Three:
 
Max would return to his perch, this day with three bags of candy. He felt like he hadn’t been eating enough sugar to keep him awake during the latter part of his watch. It wouldn’t take long before he saw many of the same faces going into the building. It also didn’t take long before the candy started to mess with Max’s stomach though. He immediately began to feel sick, and start to throw up on the roof. It was quite disgusting, but it only managed to start the gears turning in his mind. Trying to not waste any time, Max begins to develop a plan of sorts. He isn’t allowed to attack the Sentries while they are on the mission, but he might be able to break their concentration or at least shake it a bit if he prepared for it properly ahead of time. If he could cause them to get sick, maybe they would be too distracted by it to properly guard their stations.
 
Taking another note of the faces that went into and out of the building, he would begin to ask around town to see who they were. Most of the Kumo villagers had not been much help, but a few of them managed to know who the youth had been talking about.
 
“Sometimes they meet up prior to work and hang out at a local soup shop. Why is it that you wanted to meet them?” Some would ask, wondering why some child way asking so many questions.
He would simply reply, “I hope to get a chance to meet them soon, that’s all.” Then he would walk away, ready to look around where the townsfolk had said this soup shop had been located. It hadn’t been particularly hard to find, and Max would sit down and eat there, trying to remember the menu as best as he could. Various soups and such were sold here on separate days, and Max would make the most of this knowledge.
 
Day Four:
Heading to the local library at the Academy, Max would look into foods that could cause the desired effects on those that were going to be sentries. After a few hours of research into the topic, he found something that might work. A certain variety of bean had been just what he was looking for. Its effects took a bit of time to kick in, and once it did it would only last for a few hours. His sabotage of the sentry’s food would resolve itself quickly and look like a simple accident of improper food cooking. A fairly simple and nonlethal way to circumvent much of the issue of not being seen by them.
 
Heading over to the Soup Shop, Max notes that the daily soup will include beans here in a couple of days. That would give him the needed time to buy said beans and ready himself for the upcoming challenges that lie ahead in the exam.
 
Day Five:
 
A rather uneventful day, Max would fill out the paperwork and put in his submission to start the first Chuunin Trial. They told him to head to the examination building at precisely two o’clock the following day. He would nod, sign the necessary paperwork and wander around town a bit while looking to purchase those beans.
 
Day Six:
 
This particular exam had been about stealth, and as such he knew that it would likely be best if he left his puppet pals at home. They had the tendency to make him much less capable of hiding due to their bulk. So he would set them up in the corner and wish them a pleasant day until he returned, hopefully one step closer to chuunin than he had currently been.  Getting dressed in a plain white shirt and some baggy black pants, Max was off to take his exam. He would grab a fairly large sack of beans next to his door and head into town.
 
Max had managed to buy a fairly decent bag of this particular bean, and he would head towards the Soup Shop. They had been serving a bean soup that day, and Max knew what needed to be done. He waited until the Shop opened for business. Likely, the soup had already been made for the early part of the day and would be put on a simmer to keep it hot. That simmer was what Max had been counting on, as it would only increase the chances of the toxin to take effect by making it more potent of a toxin.
 
It was around noon, and the lunch rush was likely just about to start. As such, Max would have to be swift and sure. No room for error in this delicate mission.
 
Heading in, he had been the first of what what would likely be many customers. He walked up to the counter, stood on a stool and began to look over the menu. Just as he had hoped, there was a pot of soup out in the dining area on a low simmer so that the owner didn’t need to leave the area to get more soup very often. Things were looking to go as planned. “What exactly is this?” He would ask the Chef, hoping to keep his attention as he worked his invisible chakra threads over towards the door that headed into the back area of the kitchen. The chef looked closely at the menu, his eyesight not likely what it had been in his younger days.
“Ah, that is our specialty sandwich of the day. It is spiced pork sausages, smothered with cheese and tomato sauce and placed between fresh daily baked house rolls. It is quite the sandwich and I recommend it on a chilly day like today. Can I mark you down for one?” Just as he had been asking this Max would shift his fingers that had strings connected to the door and swing it open. The now open door would help block the man’s sight from seeing what had went into his kitchen. Max would point, saying that the door had been opened. The chef would dash over into the kitchen area to investigate, and Max would make his move. He quickly jumped up over the counter, dumped the raw beans into the soup, and then made his way back to his seat.
 
The Chef made his way out of the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face. He likely hadn’t found the intruder, because there hadn’t been one. Max would then continue on with his order of the sandwich and take some time to enjoy it. He would promptly pay the man and make his way out of the building, just in time to see the group of ninja that he had seen going in and out of the exam building make their way to the Soup Shop. This was the time to make his move to the mission building. He needed to be there on time, else this was all for nothing as the exam would need to be rescheduled.
 
He walked up to the building that he had scouted out so many times already this week. It was a bit intimidating, that much was for certain. Max would be starting down the path to a promotion, and he could feel his good hand begin to tremble a bit as he reached for the door. Would he be ready for this? If he somehow failed this test, would he be permitted to try again? Questions and doubts would begin to try and ground the high the boy had managed to work up.
 
“No, I’ve already come this far. I’ve already lost an arm and a leg. If that didn’t stop me, nothing will. I fully intend on seeing this through. No point in getting cold feet…. Well one cold foot at least.” He says, lightening his mood slightly as he makes the joke. Mentally readying himself once more, Max makes his way into the office and reaches the meeting at just before two.
 
The building doesn’t look very big, nowhere near big enough to house the kind of site the mission specifications had said there would be. Max was taken into a room, and was told to wait until he had been summoned by the proctor. Sitting down at the table, Max would begin to wait. Time passed, and the minutes felt like hours. Suddenly, Max’s eyes began to grow incredibly heavy. What was this? He was feeling his body slow, his reflexes becoming sluggish and unresponsive. His body was shutting down with each passing second.
“They… drugged me? But…..” He manages to say out loud before collapsing unconscious to the ground.
 
Max wakes up, his head pounding and his vision blurred. This was wrong, but he knew that this had to have been some sort of karma for trying to do something similar to the sentries. He didn’t recognize where he had been as his eyes began to readjust to the lighting. He had been in a small room, maybe three meters long by about three meters wide and 3 meters high. The room had been a perfect cube, minus the strange hole in the ceiling with what had looked like a trapdoor. From this, he gleaned that this place is likely underground. Booming through a speaker in the corner of the room was a voice. He didn’t recognize who it had been speaking, but they had a commanding tone that seemed to demand respect.
 
“This is the first Trial on your path to Chuunin. It was mentioned in the paperwork you had signed, but it will be reiterated here. No harm of any sort is to befall the sentries. Should they be attacked, you will automatically fail the exam. This is a test of one’s ability to gather intelligence while simultaneously keeping their presence unknown to those they are gathering the information from. The Sentries here know not where your position in the maze is, nor do they know for certain that this is not just another test of their duties. I suggest that you don’t get seen by the guards. They are given orders to forcefully remove any and all intruders from the area. To challenge you further, this session only lasts for three hours. Should you not succeed in that time, you will be left here overnight to punish your failure and you will not move on to the next exam. It is suggested that you waste no more time. Begin.”
 
With the speaker’s silence, part of the wall would crumble and leave an opening that resembled a makeshift door. Beyond it had been what looked like a series of winding paths. But which way should he go? He knows that he doesn’t have much time, but that pressure is what the proctors are counting on. Being hasty and making mistakes will be much worse in the long run than figuring out a solid plan of action. Immediately, Max would focus on suppressing his chakra to avoid early detection.
 
The whole goal of this test was to get that scroll without being caught. Now, if the sentries are here to prevent that from happening, they are most likely guarding the area the scroll is in much more than the outer areas of the maze. If his assumptions about that are correct, he would need to rely on his ability to feel out their chakra signatures. It was a good thing that he had familiarized himself with some of their signatures earlier in the week, but they had been nowhere near as familiar to the boy as his comrades had been. Still, even this level of familiarity would prove of the utmost use to the boy.
 
“Well, I guess that I should make my way through the maze, at least until I feel a *ping* on my Chakra Sensory…” Max would mutter to himself almost silently. With that said, he began into the maze.
 
The corridors were mind numbingly boring, each looking much like the one before it, and the one before that one as well. If he was going to make any sort of progress in here, he would need some sort of reference point. Pulling out a single kunai that he kept on his person, he began to make simple scratches in the shape of an “X” and an arrow pointing to the direction he had been going in at various points as he traveled. Every time he came to an intersection, he would do this. That way, if he found himself at a dead end or worse- traveling in circles- he would have to only look down low to the ground to see his markings and get a sense of his direction. Despite the fact that he marked his path, it could be noted that he wasn’t obvious about it either. One would have to know where to look to see the markings, and if someone was looking that low to the ground while patrolling, Max might not have to hide from the sentries at all as they weren’t keeping much of an eye on the long corridors.
 
After almost an hour without a single thing detected with his Chakra Sensory, Max began to wonder just how big this place must be, and where these tunnels must be placed. This much tunneling underground can’t be right beneath Kumo, else all sorts of issues would arise with the foundation for buildings. No, this had to be much more remote. Maybe underneath the nearby forest or something. There was no way that this huge maze was right beneath the town without causing damage to the village. The more that he thought about it, the harder his head would begin to pound thinking about it. Something this big couldn’t be under Kumo. Of course, he had been drugged and could have been relocated to a new location, but something was just…. Well, something seemed to be off. And every single time he began to really think about what was going on his head began to throb. Wait a second....
 
GENJUTSU!
 
That could explain the weirdness that was this place. It had to be a figment of some sort. Focusing all of his chakra up, Max would easily manage to shatter the Genjutsu surrounding him. Upon breaking the illusion, he would see himself walking through the corridors yet again, though this time the huge, far reaching hallways were a much more reasonable size. He could feel the pings of chakra off in the distance, likely from the sentries. Immediately he would again focus on his Chakra Suppression and condense his chakra to a nil level. If he was close enough to sense their chakra, they would likely be close enough to do the same to him.
 
So that whole last hour had been a genjutsu? Had it actually been an hour, or was that just how time had passed in his mind? Questions began to again flood his mind, but he would have to push them to the back of his thoughts. He now had a lead it seemed, since if he had found a sentry the scroll likely wouldn’t be too much farther off. Immediately, Max would creep his way in that direction.
 
The paths were shorter, and much narrower now than they had been in the genjutsu. That meant that he couldn’t slip up. He would have to keep track of the sentries as best he could else he could turn a corner and get spotted. The first of the three sentries seemed to be following a fairly set route. He would move up and down the same corridor, turning to check down each of the hallways that he had come to as he passed. Max felt as though he could manage to take this guy out if he had his puppets, but since he didn’t have them and it would also be immediate grounds for failing the mission, he would remove such things from his thoughts.
Several minutes were spent watching the sentry with the use of his chakra sensory abilities. Once Max had felt confident that he had the guard’s path down, he would make his move. If the small boy had stuck close to the wall while the guard passed by, there would be a lower chance for the sentry to catch him in the corner of his eye. Waiting for the first sentry to pass, Max would slink around the corner moments after they had passed and then rapidly made his way down the hall while being as silent as possible to try and avoid his footsteps alerting him. Once the boy got to the end of the hall, he would dash to the left and try to get out of sight.
 
One sentry down.
 
That hadn’t been as hard as he had worked himself up to believe it would be. Of course, that was only one of the three sentries, but if the other two had been as easy to bypass as that one had been then Max wouldn’t have to worry about too much. In fact, Max had felt his confidence swell a good deal after avoiding the first of the guards watchful gaze.
 
Focusing on his Sensory abilities yet again, Max would try and feel out where the next person would be located. If his hunch was correct, the guards would all be at least close to or around the needed scroll. Feeling out with his chakra, he noted another ping not too far off, along with the still active feeling coming from the first one. “I doubt that they would be set up one by one to avoid. That would make this too easy. No, they are likely all around it in some way. Maybe if I can find the third signature, I would be able to try and triangulate its location in my head.” Despite repeated attempts, he couldn’t quite feel out that third member. “Where are you?” He would silently mutter to himself as he searched.
 
Almost an hour of searching had gone by, and Max began to question if there had even truly been a third guard. Maybe this had been a test of some sort, to see how the genin could think on their feet and bounce back from some incorrect intel from their superiors. There must be a lot of pressure on the village chuunin for them to be testing the candidates to this level and throwing so much misdirection at them.
 
“Well, I guess that I will have to go and check on the second sentry.” As the young genin had started around a corner he almost had a heart attack. There was a sentry right in front of him, maybe 4 or 5 meters ahead of him with its back turned to the boy. It seemed like he had heard something, maybe Max’s footsteps or such and started to turn around. Immediately, Max would have started channeling his chakra into the only genjutsu he had known, Demonic Illusion: False Surroundings Technique. The area would shift and twist until the area had been falsified to look like the genin was not there, instead just the wall that the man knew had been behind him would stand. The man had been carrying a fairly distinguishable scar on his face, and this really stuck out to the boy. He might be able to use this to his advantage.
 
The man took a few steps forwards toward Max, his eyes shifting back and forth. The boy was sweating bullets, his heart pounding like no other. If this sentry saw through the illusion, it would be a failure for the boy. He knew this to be the case, and so he would hope for the best. Just as the man stepped forwards and began to look like he might discover the falsehood, he keeled over and began to vomit profusely, it getting all over the maze corridor.
 
It looks like Max’s plan had not been discovered prematurely after all, and a smile would creep over his face. Trying his best to make a serious mental picture of the now sick man before him, Max would try and tiptoe passed the guard and down the hall in order to get out of sight and return to his primary objective, finding that scroll.
 
Using the position of the sick guard, along with that of the first and last guards, he felt as though he had a decent idea of where the scroll could be. It wasn’t a very large area to have to search either, and so Max would scour the area in hopes of ending his first chuunin trial.
 
The boy could feel that the third guard close by with his sensory, and wondered why he hadn’t been moving like those before him. So, sticking his little head out from around the bottom corner of the hall, he could see the scroll directly behind the immobile guard. He would not be able to get to the scroll without being seen by the sentry, and so he would have to think of a way to get passed him. Why hadn’t he been moving though? It didn’t take too long for the boy to think of a fairly good reason that the guard might not have moved. See, when he used the Genjutsu to avoid detection earlier, it released a wave of chakra that one could easily pick up with the sensory skill. This shinobi must have noticed it and set up a defense around the scroll. The only reason the last guy hadn’t likely notice Max was because he had been a bit preoccupied with throwing up all of the soup that he had eaten earlier. That was beside the point now though. The final sentry knew that there was a genin on trial now. He knew that this was not just a drill. The man would likely be extra vigilant now, and that only made things harder for our young hero.
 
In an attempt to formulate a quick plan, Max had hoped that it would work. The guards likely had all known one another’s chakra signatures, but that last guy seemed to have his hidden. If Max were to use the transformation jutsu he learned in the academy and then mask his chakra again, he might be able to fool them into believing that he was one of them. Still it would be a longshot, and if there was some sort of passphrase of any kind he wouldn’t know it. Hopefully such wouldn’t come up.
 
Putting his plan into action, Max would do just that. He mimicked the scar and everything. He wouldn’t be able to see himself to be sure, but it had to be fairly close. Close wouldn’t cut it though, as the guard had been on high alert now. Maybe if Max used Ventriloquism he could trick the guard into leaving.
 
As he approached, the man gave him an odd look. Just then the sounds of a boys voice could be heard coming from down the hall. “Are you going to go after him? I have to stay and protect the scroll.” He would ask. Max wouldn’t say anything, instead grunting and holding his gut. “I told you guys that the soup place wasn’t as good as you claimed it to be. Now both of you are sick. Fine, I’ll get the kid. You stay here and make sure he doesn’t touch the scroll. Max would nod as the man ran down the hall after his figment sounds.
 
The scroll finally in sight, Max would dash for it as fast as he could. Upon touching the treasure that meant the end of this trial, a sigh of relief would come from the mouth of the small, blonde Genin. A single sound could now be heard, ringing through all of the corridors of the maze. It almost startled the boy, as he hadn’t expected anything of the like. A booming voice came from what felt like all of the halls at once, converging on the point that the scroll had been located at.
 
“You managed to gather the scroll, and you were not caught by the sentries while doing so. That much of the trial is acceptable. Make your way up to my office so that we may speak about your results.” The voice commanded as a rope ladder unraveled and made its way down towards the scrolls pedestal. Max had no intentions of making this disembodied voice wait, and so he would begin climbing his way out of the underground maze that he had just spent the last few hours navigating. A sense of relief washed over Max as he made that final step out of the maze.
 
A man, dressed in what had looked like Chuunin garb had say in front of the boy at a simple desk in the corner of the room. There had clearly been a seat and Max would walk over and start to make the motions to sit, but then it occurred to him. This higher rank shinobi had not asked him to take a seat. Maybe this was all part of the test as well. So Max would stand there, waiting for further orders from the Chuunin Proctor.
 
“You may take a seat, Maximillian Yamaguchi.” He would say, not lifting his head up from the paperwork he seemed to be working on and studying. Max would do as asked and wait. After several minutes that felt like hours, the Chuunin rose to his feet and paced back and forth, now ready to address the boy.
 
“So, you managed to get the scroll. But before I give you your results, I must ask you some questions. Now, you did read the mission specifications prior to accepting this mission, yes?” he would ask, his face giving away little to no sense of what he had been thinking.
 
“Yes, I did” Max would answer, his voice shaking a bit as his mind begins to wonder why he had been being asked these questions.
 
“Speak up boy. Is that fear I hear in your voice?” The proctor would ask, clearly trying to rattle him. Max would have none of that though, and confidence returned to his voice. Nothing that this Proctor said or did would shake his resolve to make Chuunin.
“Yes, I read the paperwork, sir.” He would reiterate.
“So you read right here that ‘No harm is to befall the sentries, if you attack them, consider that mission failure’? I’m just asking you for clarification purposes, so that I know you understood.” The proctor still showed Max nothing, his face blank as he asked the boy these questions.
 
“Yes, I read that part.” Max replies.
 
“So why is it that you made the decision to try and disable the sentries prior to the test?” the proctor asked.
 
Max thought about his response for a brief moment, then decided upon how he would word it. “The test parameters were very clear. No harm was to befall them DURING the exam. I did not attack anybody while the exam was taking place. I see nothing wrong with my actions.” The proctor knew what he had done, so there was little point in trying to deny it. Plus, he had been slightly proud of the thought it took to plan that out. He truly felt as though he had done little to nothing wrong.
 
“So you admit to trying to sabotage the guards so that they would not be able to perform their duties to the best of their ability? Trying to poison the guards – superior ranking shinobi, no less- is a punishable offense. While you might have managed to try and skate your actions through by a technicality, the truth remains that you assaulted your superiors. Do you have anything to say in your defense?” The proctor was righting things down now as he spoke, clearly taking notes on something. Maybe he had been doing more paperwork, as shinobi of higher ranks likely have to multitask greatly to get all their responsibilities completed.
 
Added paperwork and such was something that Max can say that he truly did not want to have to deal with. He hated the idea of extra work and duties, as that would only take time away from his own works. Still, this was likely needed from him in order for him to achieve the next shinobi rank, and so he would begrudgingly accept it.
 
“Yes, I admit to doing so. I attempted to give myself added advantage during the exam by using knowledge and forethought. If such action is punishable, so be it. I spent the time working on my strategy and plan, I stalked the people I expected to be the ones doing the test and gathered intelligence without their knowledge of it. I researched an effective means to disable them while also making it both non lethal and easy to pass off as a simple mistake on the part of the shop owner, furthering my goals while simultaneously covering my tracks to the best of my abilities. Heck, I’ve shown my abilities to gather intelligence and execute the mission both inside the testing facility and out of it. If this is truly something that a higher ranking shinobi should feel is punishable, I must laugh at them. They failed to see through a ploy done by a lowly genin. If anyone should be punished, it is them for allowing such things to even happen in the first place.” Max would retort, his tone not showing an excessive amount of annoyance and frustration, but not showing this proctor the full amount of respect he deserves either.
 
The proctor merely wrote something down on the paperwork right after Max had answered, and then it occurred to him that this might be a test as well. One to see how he held up under pressure of failure. It was clever of them, and he hadn’t immediately caught on. He would of course blame the fact that he was both tired and drugged earlier to attest for his sluggish mental state. No time had been available to check the guards to look into the matter of their sickened condition. That means that if this proctor knew about the trick, he had known about it all along and still allowed his people to try and guard the scrolls in their disoriented state. Maybe the boy wouldn’t get punished after all. Maybe his cleverness and ingenuity would actually pay off. Only time would tell for sure.
 
The proctor shook his head, “We will review your results, and once we come to a final decision you will be informed whether or not you can move forward in these exams.” With that said, the man would lead Max out of the building.
 

Realizing that he might fail, Max had been a bit down as he walked home. At least there he could help pass the time tinkering with his designs while he waited on the news of his results. Surely Napa would have many choice words to describe the shinobi scoring the tests, but Max would likely just sit at home and think about the day he just had.


TWC: 6176 words
Claims:

3000 ryo
ability to move on
10 stats (max for B+ rank mission at 400 wc per stat)
Mission AP for a B-rank mission