Untimely Demise [Mission - D] [P]

Moka, a spirited Genin from the Inuzuka Clan, was known around Konoha for her unwavering loyalty and determination. When the mission scroll arrived, she knew it was her duty to see it through, no matter how difficult the task.

The sun hung low in the sky as Moka, accompanied by her faithful canine companion, Wildfire, approached the village's gates. She had been briefed on the mission earlier, and the weight of it settled heavily on her tiny shoulders. She was to deliver the body of a fallen comrade to the village, deliver the grim news to the family, and ensure the final part of the mission - the creation and burial of a clone - went smoothly.

The fallen comrade was a highly respected Jounin who had given his life in the line of duty. Moka had never worked alongside him, but she had heard stories of his courage and sacrifice. The village needed his remains for vital organ transplants and the creation of a clone that would surrogate his family's grief.

Moka's heart was heavy as she made her way to the home of the fallen shinobi's family. She knocked on the door, and a middle-aged woman with grief-stricken eyes answered. Moka could tell that the news would shatter their world.

"I'm Moka, a Genin from the village," she began, trembling slightly. "I'm here to deliver some news about your son."

Tears welled up in the mother's eyes as she invited Moka inside. The small living room was filled with photos and mementos of the fallen shinobi. Moka could see the love that the family had for their son.

With great care, Moka explained the circumstances of their son's demise, how his body was needed for the village's critical operations, and the necessity of the clone to provide closure to the family. The mother and father listened in silence, their faces contorted in anguish.

When Moka was done, the mother spoke tremblingly, "Can we at least see him one last time?"

Moka knew she had to stick to the mission's strict protocol. "I'm sorry, but the village requires time to examine his body and extract the necessary organs. After that, a clone will be created, and you'll have a chance to say your goodbyes at the entombment."

The mother nodded, her face etched with grief, and her husband put a comforting arm around her. They thanked Moka for delivering the news and providing the details.

Moka spent some time with the family, offering what little comfort she could. Wildfire, her loyal companion, provided a source of solace as he nuzzled up to them, understanding the pain they were enduring. Moka felt the weight of her mission, knowing it was her duty and a test of her compassion and emotional resilience.

The days that followed were somber. Moka assisted with the preparations for the entombment, ensuring that everything went according to plan. She accompanied a specialized shinobi responsible for giving the family one last glimpse of their fallen son, all while keeping a watchful eye on the creation of the clone.

As the day of the burial arrived, the entire village gathered at the solemn ceremony. The grieving family was brought to the front, where they would have a chance to say their final goodbyes to the clone crafted in their son's likeness.

Moka watched as the clone was presented to the family. It bore an uncanny resemblance to the fallen shinobi, right down to his smile and the warmth in his eyes. The family wept, holding the clone and whispering their goodbyes. It was a heartbreaking but necessary moment, providing them a semblance of closure.

Once the family had their moment, Moka ensured nobody got too close to the clone during the interment. The clone was laid to rest in a particular grave, and as the earth was placed over it, a sense of finality hung in the air. The clone would be dissipated, and the village's needs would be fulfilled.

As the burial concluded, Moka approached the family, still standing by the gravesite. The mother and father were tearful but appeared to have found peace in their farewell.

Moka offered her condolences and said, "Your son was a hero, and his sacrifice will not be forgotten. If there's anything I can do to assist you during this difficult time, please don't hesitate to ask."

The mother looked at Moka with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you for being here and delivering our son to us, even in this form. It brings us some comfort to know that he has returned, even if it's not in the way we had hoped."

Moka nodded, her heart heavy but knowing that the mission had succeeded. It had been a difficult journey, but she had carried out her duty with compassion and respect. As she walked away from the gravesite, she hoped that the family would find solace in their way and that the fallen shinobi's legacy would live on in their hearts and the memory of the village.

As Moka made her way home, her ninja sandals brushed softly against the autumn leaves that carpeted the path. The golden hues of the leaves were fading, giving way to the deep reds and oranges of the season. The crisp air carried a faint scent of approaching winter, and the sun hung lower in the sky, casting long shadows along the forested path.

Thoughts swirled in Moka's young mind as she reflected on the passing of seasons. She remembered the fallen shinobi and the clone that now rested beneath the earth, a symbol of the cycle of life and death that marked their world. It was a solemn reminder of the sacrifices for the village's protection.

The changing leaves mirror the impermanence of life, a reminder that, just as autumn yielded to winter, everything had its time. This is what her grandmother always used to say to her, and the first thing she had said after her parents had passed. Moka understood that her journey as a ninja was beginning and would face many challenges and hardships in the coming years.

But as she walked through the woods, the warmth of Wildfire's presence at her side and the lessons she had learned from the mission filled her with a sense of purpose. She knew she would remember the fallen shinobi with her as a reminder of the sacrifices made for the village's safety.

Moka's small steps were filled with determination, and as the shadows grew longer, she looked ahead, ready to embrace whatever challenges the changing seasons would bring. The passing of time and the turning of the leaves were a constant in a ninja's world, and she was determined to honor the fallen and protect those who depended on her.


[EXIT]
[WC: 1126]

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Mission Untimely Demise
WC required: 1126/1000
2,000 Ryo / 10 AP

Claiming 
1126 to B-rank Iron Leg Dragon [1,126/1,750]
22 AP [Action Points] for training with Max stats

Current Bonus Action Points Pool: 702
Adding Action Points: 32
New Bonus AP Pool: 734