Building Blow Up [open C rank Mission]

Yamato contemplated his answer before sharing it with Seiichi. "There’s a lot to it Seiichi, I don’t know where to start. You might have surmised already that I’m not really fond of shadows. I work in the light, so others have an easier time with their work in the night. I think there’s more to being a shinobi, or working for a system of shinobi, then just assassination, battle and subterfuge. I’ll leave it up to you whether you consider that honorable or not.". Seiichi had unknowingly pinpointed a self doubt Yamato had battled with for most of his career. He considered himself a shinobi. He was a shinobi, more than anything else. Maybe if the governments of the world had more detailed ways of naming the specific jobs shinobi did, Yamato’s name could have been recognized as something wildly different from the work most of his peers back in Kirigakure did, but this is how the naming of jobs worked currently. Maybe things would be different in the future, but even then the change would likely be normalized in the major villages first. Tanbo, the village Yamato had committed his blood, sweat and tears to (for the time being anyway) had much smaller worries for the time being. Crops, weather, infrastructure. Houses still needed to be built, mills, more farms, more shops, more everything… Maybe it would have been worthwhile for Yamato to invest the small money he was earning back into this town he was growing fonder and fonder of every single day.

Yamato gathered his attention again, to continue his answer to Seiichi, "And, if I have to admit. I just like looking clean, even if it lasts only five minutes after I start my shift. I think… It just represents the life I want to live, reflects my personality… I just like the lighter colors, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll dress differently in time, more like the samurai garbs I see around so much… They… Seem to have some charm to their aesthetic, I must admit. Just not for me. Not for now anyway.". Yamato then joined Seiichi in finishing their work for the day. They delivered all of the dogs to the animal shelter, maybe more than what the nice little refuge had lost to begin with. Yamato took another signed note from the workers of the animal shelter that expressed the work the shinobi duo had done for them so that they could get paid for their labor. The big dog seemed pretty attached to Seiichi, and had a hard time letting the man go. It even made sounds reminiscent of a child crying, as the shinobi left the place. Yamato couldn’t tell if dogs could actually cry, or if it was knowingly mimicking human sadness to guilt Seiichi, but the sadness appeared genuine to the Yamanaka either way. "I think it’s going to miss you." the blonde man said to his partner of the day, "You might want to visit it once in a while so its heart doesn’t break.". Yamato didn’t know himself how serious he was with his suggestion. Was this… A joke? Is this how banter worked? He couldn’t tell. The advice, even if genuine, wasn’t necessarily efficient usage of a shinobi’s time. It wasn’t beneficial to the village for someone who had proven capable on a high-stake scenario like the fire to take his time to visit animal shelters after all. Yamato couldn’t justify his words to his workaholic brain. Maybe his brain wasn’t in full control of him anymore, like it had been his entire life. This thought, this feeling… It was terrifying for Yamato.

It was visibly clear that Yamato had been distracted and put into distress by his thoughts. He tried to return to reality, but from the look on his face, to his body posture, to his tone when he spoke… It was clear that the thought still haunted him. He was about to speak again to further pretend he was calm and in control, but before he could utter a single word, Seiichi addressed him and offered the Yamanaka a final handshake. Yamato shook Seiichi’s hand, making eye contact and nodding. "I guess so, Seiichi.", he answered his partner’s parting words, "Thank you again for everything you’ve done today. It was an honor working with you, and yes, I hope we get to work together again. And hey… It’s a substantial possibility we will get that chance soon, with how few shinobi there are in this town. It was nice to meet you.". Yamato had tried to keep it short, but his tendency to take greetings and handshakes very seriously, mixed with the anxious state he was in had caused him to blurt a whole spiel again, with very little substance. He could only hope he wasn’t getting on the local shinobi’s nerves with his bureaucratic antics.

After the two had said their farewells, Yamato nodded to Seiichi with respect and took off. It had been perhaps the most tiring day of Yamato’s life since he had moved to Tanbo. Come to think of it, he was basically tied to his desk duties during his stay in Kiri, a student for most of his life in Suna, and his life in Konoha he could barely remember at all. It was very likely that, despite how benign a day it might have been for an average shinobi, this was the most physically demanding day of the shinobi’s entire life. He sighed and smiled to himself when the thought occurred to him, as he kept barely dragging himself through Tanbo’s muddy streets. It was an odd feeling. It wasn’t all bad. Between the aching of his muscles and bones, and the stress that still weighed on him as he neared his house, deep within all that dark bubble of negativity there was a glimpse of something warm. Satisfaction of a job well done? Pride of having given Tanbo all his body could have given that day? Maybe both, among other things. Yamato couldn’t put his finger on it yet, but he felt a fire within him to try to recapture the same feeling the next day… Or maybe the one after that… His body needed some time to heal, after all. Maybe he’d go drinking? The tavern closeby surely would have been open at this time of day…

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Post WC: 1062
Total WC: 5144


Mission Rewards: 10.000ryo, 50AP
+50 Stats
1500WC on Shadow Clone Technique
500WC total on learning and mastering Genjutsu Release
1500WC on Seal of Suppression
1500WC on Invisible Seals