Painter's Guild Plus One!

mission details:

Monsoon stood in front of the Painter's guild, scanning the colorful limestone walls. Murals depicting battles of Kages and Usurpers covered the pillars that led to the grandiose entrance; clearly, the war was still fresh in the artist consciousness. Which made sense, considering the struggles that were felt on both sides, and the miraculous pardon given by the Kage to the rebels. At least, this was what the painted images would have you believe, or what Monsoon took from them.

In his hand, the scroll sent to his home by his kage, the mission that has been assigned to him. Before walking through the threshold into the painters guild, he unrolls the scroll to re-read his duties. His heart drops as he does realize he did not mis-read the assignment. He, an Uchiha of pureblood, relegated to janitorial duties! Such a thought would normally be met with a crude and polite dismissal, yet this is not a normal occasion. Readying his constitution, he crosses over the threshold, though the entrance and into the Painter's guild's domain.

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A pleasant faced reception, after spotting the headband hung around the shinobi's neck, pointed Monsoon toward a direction that led to the supply room. There was a tinge of sympathy as she  bid Monsoon a good day, one that the Uchiha would soon come to understand. Indeed, as he walked through those stone carved walls, with his footsteps echoing on white marble stile, he could not hope to prepare what was to come ahead. As he cracked opened the door of the supply closet, a terrifyingly strong scent of pigment, clay and oil wafted from the room the lie beyond. It creaked, revealing the source of the sympathy heard from the receptionists.

An utter disaster of used brushed, cluttered a space that was staggeringly wide and tall. Pots of unknown color sat on shelves straining to contain their weight. Splotches of color dotted every spot on the ground, creating an unsettling image. As Monsoon closed the door behind him, the yellow light of a single bulb splattered shadows across the room, giving eerie faces to the shapes that use and disarray created.

In the center of mess and spill lied a beacon of clean and orderly, a station of faucets and tools, to help give order to this colorful realm of chaos. Monsoon slide his hands out of his indigo silk sleeves and let the top of his robe rest on the sides of is waist. He brough his lefts together and his hands down, touching each of his finger tips and letting his palms face inwards. While inhaling through his nose, he brought his hands up: as if helping bring up the air he drew. With a violent exhale, he flipped his palms down and brought his hands down. This action pumped his muscles, expanding them to their full strength. As the realm of reality strained to contained this extreme force, Monsoon's silhouette was glowing.

Monsoon wasted know time, grabbing the smaller brushes. By turning the faucet and using running water, Monsoon could soften the hardened paint stuck between the brushes bristles. With his immense strength, he was ablet to squeeze all the paint out in one swipe. To make this job more effective, Monsoon used the visual prowess of his sharingan to find every small brush, even those lost years ago. With one hand, he would gather and hold brushes. With the other, he would throw the brushes to the pile near the cleaning station, using his doujutsu to calculate the perfect trajectory. After making some order of the place, he was thankful the room was only 10x10 meters, as anything more would make it have to make more than one trip

Once gathered, he would kneel Infront of the faucet, and clean each brushed, using his back muscles to flexes his arm muscles, then his chest and core muscles to flex close them. This allowed each brush to be cleaned within two movements at a speed of 150 due to Monsoon's strength based fighting style and because the brush pile would be within close quarters reach of the Uchiha.

Though efficent, this did not make the task at hand simple. Monsoon would have to repeat this process many times. And, once done, the floors and the walls had to be cleaned. This was, thankfully, easier. Due to Monsoon's previous cleaning, the space had clear lanes of travel. Monsoon would use a heavy beam the length of these lanes, while balances pales of soaped water. He would walk through the lanes, rocking these pails, spilling the water evenly, until the floor was slick and sudsy. Then, monsoon would take eight mops and eight steel wire pads, four in each arm, and repeat his steps, scrubbing, cleaning, and scraping the years of pain and crud that has accumulated over the years. Once again, his strength allowed for this endeavor to be done in one trip. Afterwards came the cleaning of the tools used. During this, Monsoon mediated on his mission. Though unorthodox, he did discover ways in which his strength could be used. Perhaps there were other avenues his abilities could take?

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After doing a final check, Monsoon concluded his cleaning to be sufficient Who would've guesses the supply room was white?, was what he thought as he left the room. He walked up to the receptionist, to inform her his job was completed. When he was met with a shriek, he was confused. That was, until the receptionist produced .a mirror that revealed to Monsoon the cause of her terror: him. Or, his appearance. Though he was shirtless and glowing, what shocked her was the amount of paint that covered the shinobi. Every square inch of his body was a different color. What would have once caused him to shriek as well caused him to laugh. He kept this laugh as he left the Guild.

Having completed his mission, he stood outside the painters guild, every color he could. He sat in his hip and open his hands, allowing his palms to naturally rest open.

"Dojyaaaaaan!"

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[EXIT]

Using all WC to Sharingan [3-Tomoe] [1,413/4500] (Max Stat Discount, Previous WC Claim)

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