C Rank mission: Resuce

It was an average day in the village hidden in the mist-misty, rainy and cold with a soft wind blowing over the land. Nietzsche was on his way to the mission center for a mission; his second mission of all time to be exact. He hoped it was one that would allow him to test his new skills. Arriving at the center he pushed open the door and almost ran into a group of gaggling students who had been given their first E rank mission. Their sensei quickly apologized for the overzealous kids and hurried to catch up with them. That brought a smile to Nietzsche’s face he remembered when he was like that, but that was then and this was now. And with that he walked up to one of the chunin who was distributing the missions for the day. “Hey, the name is Nietzsche Mizushima and I’m here to pick up my mission for the day.” “Oh yes I have your mission briefing here somewhere…” The chunin sorted though a large pile, almost knocking it over, and pulled out a thin piece of paper “here you go. Good luck.” Nietzsche quickly left the building to avoid the masses of ninja crowing around.

Once Nietzsche was out on the streets again he looked down at his mission dossier. The first thing he saw was “C rank mission: Rescue”. Nietzsche eagerly read the rest. So a rich family caught in a suspect landslide, sounds like fun. Looking down at his watch Nietzsche saw that he had to go catch the ferry to the mainland if he wanted to be in the volcano village anytime soon. Making tracks Nietzsche ran and ran until at last he made it to the ferry and quickly paying the conductor hopped on the ferry and found a seat. The ride to the main land would be long so Nietzsche fell into a deep sleep.
**Ferry arrives at main land with the horn blaring**
The loud sound of the horn awakened Nietzsche. Jumping up from his seat he exited the ferry and following his map made his way to the volcano village. He knew he was getting close when he saw cooled lava beside the road-some remains of the volcanic eruption so long ago. Nietzsche remembered reading about the eruption and how it set the villages back ages technology wise. That was why Nietzsche thought it truly amazing that a village could be nestled within this volcanic region. Though Nietzsche did concede the point that this village was very very hard to find; he felt completely lost and his map wasn’t helping at all; it was an older map and did not mark the newer roads. He resolved to just follow this road that wound deeper into the volcanic region. After another half an hour Nietzsche finally arrived at the village. Stopping the first person where the rockslide had occurred. The small boy he asked pointed in a direction even closer to the volcano.

Following the little kids directions Nietzsche approached the site of the rockslide with caution. There was in fact a huge pile of rocks covering a cave entrance. There also seemed to be blast marks right above the cave. “hmm highly suspect” Nietzsche thought. He cautiously approached the cave and heard voices from within. Muffled voices “Help us!, My boy has a broken leg and my wife is unconscious! Help us!”. “I will get you out don’t worry!” responded Nietzsche. Looking around Nietzsche located the biggest rocks and started with those first. He threw each rock behind him as he opened up a breathing hole for the trapped family. He could see a old man’s grey eyes looking up at him. “Watch out for…him!” yelled the man. “What do you mean?” Asked Nietzsche. As if to answer itself Nietzsche heard a noise behind him and a masked ninja wearing a flak jacket stood about thirty feet away. “Who are you?” asked a bewildered Nietzsche. “No one “ replied the asked man as he started to charge at Nietzsche.

Sensing danger Nietzsche tried to bring up water from the ground but to no avail. It seemed the ground here was just solid rock and had little moisture in it. All Nietzsche could do was watch as the man approached him quite quickly and proceeded to draw back his fist and punch straight for Nietzsche’s face. Nietzsche quickly moved his head out of the way, but before he could react he noticed the punch had been a ruse as the man brought up he knee right into Nietzsche’s chest hitting Nietzsche back to the ground. Ok so he is a taijutsu user…and he is fast… dang I hate close combat. Whilst on the ground Nietzsche activated his chakra scalpels and prepared to defend himself. The man attacked again aiming right for Nietzsche’s gut with a power curb stomp. Luckily Nietzsche was able to dodge and narrowly escape the masked man’s ground smashing kick. Now Nietzsche was up and ready to fight; he assumed a defensive position and waited for the next attack, seeing as he had now clue what this man was capable of.

Laughing the masked man built up a noticeable amount of chakra in his hand and moved quite quickly to beat Nietzsche down with one mighty blow. Not really knowing what the chakra around the man’s hand meant he ducked own figuring it would be wise to not get hit by it. The man punched straight over Nietzsche head due to Nietzsche’s dodging. Nietzsche then swept into the man’s legs with his chakra scalpel-it was over. The man crumpled to the ground despite all his strength on couldn’t move when his legs muscles had been cut surgically. “Didn’t even break a sweat” commented a cocky Nietzsche. In fact he had been scared s*******. He never excepted for there to be such a crazy guy going after this family; were they really that rich? That’s when it occurred to him he had to get that family out

Running back over to the pile of rocks Nietzsche proceeded to move the rest. Until at last with the large piece of rumble he was done and the small family emerged. They were a family of three: an older man, presumably the father, a woman about his age, and a child about seven years old. “Stay right there” commanded Nietzsche. Running over he applied his medical jutsu to the boy’s leg and revived the unconscious woman. Both of them would be ok. “Any idea who he is”. Nietzsche asked as he jabbed a finger back at the moaning masked man. “I do not have a single clue” answered the father. Nietzsche could sense he was lying, but that did not matter to him; he had finished his mission and saved the family. “I will escort you and your family back to the village with this man. Then he is all yours” Nietzsche told the father. “Thank you.” The old man bowed in thanks.

With that Nietzsche walked over to the man and threw him over his shoulder while making his way back into town. He arrived in the village with the family and proceeded to bring the man he had hurt to the mission center in the volcano village leaving them to deal with the masked man. A job well done Nietzsche commended himself…Now to just get back home, which is going to be easier said than done. Taking the long weaving path through the stagnant lava fields. At last he arrived at the ferry and boarded it. Taking a seat he exuded happiness; his first C mission was done.

The ferry arrived at the land of water’s main island. Nietzsche made his way back to the village hidden in the mist taking the most direct route. When he arrived the guards did not even have to ask him how his mission went. They could tell by the look on his face. Nietzsche’s first stop was back home to drop off his equipment and take a long well deserved shower. By then night had fallen, but Nietzsche hoped that the Mist’s mission center was still open.

Walking through the deserted streets Nietzsche wore a smile plastered to his face. The mission had gone amazingly he had saved the family stopped th bad guy and now he was going to get paid-all was well. Arriving at the mission center Nietzsche was crestfallen it looked like they were closing up.

Running over to one of the Chunin Nietzsche asked if they would still accepted his completed mission. The Chunin looked down at his watch and then up into the sky and said “yeah sure why not?”. Bowing to the Chunin Nietzsche thanked him from the bottom of his heart and handed him the dossier. The Chunin nodded and body flickered away. Nietzsche took his time going home as the mist swirled in around him he made it back and felt a wave of fatigue wash over him; It was time for some shut eye. (Words 1503, C rank mission done )

Approved.