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Clan Focus : Shark Physiology
Village : Konohagakure
Ryo : 19813
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The Hokage Hates You [Hojiro-E Rank]
Mon Nov 23, 2020 1:59 am
Mission Name:The Hokage Hates You
Rank:E-Rank
Type:Labor
Character Requirements:N/A
Mission Location:Konoha, Training field.
Word Count Requirements:500
Repeatable?Yes
NPC?N/A
Reward: 500 ryo
Task:
The Hokage to teach the ninja of Konohagakure no Sato how to follow orders has instructed them to cut the grass of the training field, the tools he has supplied you with is a ruler, and a pair of scissors. The grass must be two inches in length exactly.
‘Who hurt this man!’ Honjiro would think as he lay atop the grass of the konohagakure training fields sprawled out onto his stomach , the sensation of dry grass rubbing against his clothes and at time poking through his clothes was pure agony. As the dry grass blades that somehow made it through his clothes irritated his gill slits , though not present to the public eye that had become inflamed from the constant rubbing and prodding of the grass. His already red eyes would grow redder and puffier by the minute as the smell of the chloroplast hit the air , ‘i think i might be allergic?’ he would think to himself as the inside of his nose began to causing him to let loose a ferocious sneeze coating the inside of his mask with thick yet clear mucus.
“Ugh i fucking hate it here..” he would mummble to himself as he would sit up standing up on his kness from his on the ground spread eagle position , He would reach around with his left hand toward his backside and begin rummaging through his weapon pouch searching for his given tools a frown on his face. While he did that he would take his right hand peeling his mask down off his face , using the back of his hand to wipe away any trails of snot that still clung defiantly. ‘If the jackass wanted the field cut properly to such a degree why didn't he just have a machine built!? Or made pushmowers are a fucking thing!!” he would think to himself grinding his teeth together in frustration ; though this action may look more like an angry shark gnashing his teeth to look threatening.
The young Hoshigaki would give a firm and disappointed huff as he pulled out a metal ruler with about two inches of the end stained green from the grass’s chloroplast staining it , along with this he would produce a lone pair of old rusty scissors. If it were anyone else the scissors would have caused severe cutting and chafing of one's thumb , index and middle fingers. Luckily this was Hojiro and thanks to his Lineage he was gifted with tough skin with smoothness of sand paper , if anything his skin was scraping off the rust and cleaning the damned torture devices. Hopefully who ever used these next would have a much easier time than himself.
Crouching back down into the spread eagle position one more time he would begin diligently cutting the grass at the desired height , with his mask now off the smell of the cut grass was several thousand times worse. ‘Why just why...this should be a punishment or job for academy students! Not a fully fledged genine’ he would think to himself as nose began to run once again. Hojiro would be here for many more hours constantly blowing his nose into his mask for even the smallest bit of relief , this was hell and the hokage was the warden “i hope one of these he stubs his pinkie toe on a sharp corner..” he would growl under his breath ; not wishing any true harm on the kage but just to minorly inconvenience him as this mission has inconvenienced himself.
[536/500]
Claiming
Ryo:500
+5 stats
WC:536
Thousand Flying Water Needles of Death [815/2,000]
Rank:E-Rank
Type:Labor
Character Requirements:N/A
Mission Location:Konoha, Training field.
Word Count Requirements:500
Repeatable?Yes
NPC?N/A
Reward: 500 ryo
Task:
The Hokage to teach the ninja of Konohagakure no Sato how to follow orders has instructed them to cut the grass of the training field, the tools he has supplied you with is a ruler, and a pair of scissors. The grass must be two inches in length exactly.
‘Who hurt this man!’ Honjiro would think as he lay atop the grass of the konohagakure training fields sprawled out onto his stomach , the sensation of dry grass rubbing against his clothes and at time poking through his clothes was pure agony. As the dry grass blades that somehow made it through his clothes irritated his gill slits , though not present to the public eye that had become inflamed from the constant rubbing and prodding of the grass. His already red eyes would grow redder and puffier by the minute as the smell of the chloroplast hit the air , ‘i think i might be allergic?’ he would think to himself as the inside of his nose began to causing him to let loose a ferocious sneeze coating the inside of his mask with thick yet clear mucus.
“Ugh i fucking hate it here..” he would mummble to himself as he would sit up standing up on his kness from his on the ground spread eagle position , He would reach around with his left hand toward his backside and begin rummaging through his weapon pouch searching for his given tools a frown on his face. While he did that he would take his right hand peeling his mask down off his face , using the back of his hand to wipe away any trails of snot that still clung defiantly. ‘If the jackass wanted the field cut properly to such a degree why didn't he just have a machine built!? Or made pushmowers are a fucking thing!!” he would think to himself grinding his teeth together in frustration ; though this action may look more like an angry shark gnashing his teeth to look threatening.
The young Hoshigaki would give a firm and disappointed huff as he pulled out a metal ruler with about two inches of the end stained green from the grass’s chloroplast staining it , along with this he would produce a lone pair of old rusty scissors. If it were anyone else the scissors would have caused severe cutting and chafing of one's thumb , index and middle fingers. Luckily this was Hojiro and thanks to his Lineage he was gifted with tough skin with smoothness of sand paper , if anything his skin was scraping off the rust and cleaning the damned torture devices. Hopefully who ever used these next would have a much easier time than himself.
Crouching back down into the spread eagle position one more time he would begin diligently cutting the grass at the desired height , with his mask now off the smell of the cut grass was several thousand times worse. ‘Why just why...this should be a punishment or job for academy students! Not a fully fledged genine’ he would think to himself as nose began to run once again. Hojiro would be here for many more hours constantly blowing his nose into his mask for even the smallest bit of relief , this was hell and the hokage was the warden “i hope one of these he stubs his pinkie toe on a sharp corner..” he would growl under his breath ; not wishing any true harm on the kage but just to minorly inconvenience him as this mission has inconvenienced himself.
[536/500]
Claiming
Ryo:500
+5 stats
WC:536
Thousand Flying Water Needles of Death [815/2,000]
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