Stop, in the name of duty (Mission, Specter)

The Winter Solstice came and went, with the shortest day of the year being crowned with an inch of snow. Specter had a lot of fun, building snowmen and having snowball fights against them out in the taiga just at the border of the village where he lived by his ownsome. Snowmen were not very challenging though, what with their lack of ability to fight back. But Specter imagined them as Kirigakure invaders nonetheless, having dug tiny quadruplet waves onto their white foreheads, picturing himself as the savior of Konohagakure, against a miniature army of white and cold Kirigakure invaders, with a bigger, colder invader heading the frozen army, with the legendary Samehada at his side. Specter dashed through the snow, carefully measuring his sliding and application of surface walking alongside hurling snowballs with as much strength and finesse as he could impart onto the delivery of the devastating blows to the army. One morning of building and one afternoon of fighting later, the entire army of Kirigakure had been set up and expertly knocked down. Of course, by the time he was done, it was getting dark very fast, so he carefully tread his way to his humble abode, or as a more realistic person might call it, his shack.

Inside, something wonderful happened: someone had dropped him gifts! He wasted no time in shredding onto them, finding all sorts of goods! Weapons, crafting materials, peculiar gems with tricky effects! What a day! He had gone to sleep with a belly full of boiled potato and mind at ease that he was indeed loved.

Few days later, he walked the streets of Konohagakure, wanting to get a job to maybe get a decent meal for a change. Perhaps he could spend first on food and get paid later? Spend money to make money, right? His Grandma always said, “those who are not fit to eat, are not fit to work”. How wise the old lady was. He spotted a dashing young man with ashier hair than his own walk into a ramen shop, and knew he had a victim available for his unyielding annoyability. Following the man into the restaurant, he noticed where he sat and as he ordered. “Make that two, sir!”, he exclaimed at the server, as he sat down. “Hello, Goto. How’re ya?” He adjusted himself on the seat, before leaning forward. “Can you spot this bowl of ramen? I’m short on funds, but I’ll pay you back.”