Painting [M]

[NaruHina]

Veteran Needs Help!
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2 Posts
Difficulty: Easy
Objective: Paint the old mans house for him while he's recovering from his injuries.
Description:
A long since retired shinobi of the Stone has recently become bedridden after an accident he suffered trying to paint his house. Unable to do it himself he has asked the shinobi of the village for help and the Stone Village has agreed to send some Genin to assist him. Here in Stone, we look after our own.
Restrictions: N/A
Reward: 5,500 Ryo
GM Required: No

Once Takashi had left the Iwagakure Tower, he sighed heavy. Feeling like sweat formed on his forehead, he wiped away, wiping across his dry forehead. Scratching himself just a little bit. He rubbed the spot for a few seconds. Looking down at the mission's details. He scanned it again. Now to find where the old man lives. He started walking in the north direction. This house should stick out from the other houses, walking through the north direction as far as it took him before hitting a curve. Looking right, then left. Which direction was the house in? Looking up at the sky, it was clear as the few clouds strolled by and the birds chirped. The day just started, it has plenty of time. He faced the left direction and headed that way. As he was walking, looking around for the house. It should looked broken down or at least have leaks... right?

Another thought popped in his head, what if this former shinobi was a Chuunin or a Jounin! Takashi has many questions to ask him. He started to walk faster as he wanted to hear all about the former shinobi's life. Walking by almost every corner, he couldn't the house. He walked passed a candy store. Maybe the man was hungry and wanted sweets or maybe some chips to eat. Takashi bought enough to last a week just on chips. Leaving the store, chewing on the cotton candy flavored bubble gum. He decided to walk in the opposite direction heading to the right side of the village. As he was walking in that direction, he saw shinobi from all over the village, some were Chuunin and Jounin. He could tell by the way they represented themselves. Looking ahead as he was coming near the end of the section, he saw a house. Walking towards it, he looked around. 

Takashi walked all around the house. It was one-third finished. Much to do. No one was around, returning to the front, he knocked on the door twice. He stood silent for a few seconds before knocking again. A faint sound could be heard from inside getting louder as he approached the door. The old man opened the door and stared at Takashi. "I'm here to help paint your house, sir!" The man looked around Takashi. "Where are the others? I assumed there would be more Genin with you." He sighed and walked away from the door as it was left open. Takashi entered, closing the door behind him. Takashi caught up to him and he showed Takashi where the paint cans were. There were four of them: red, green, brown, and black. The man didn't know how to paint his house, so he was going to do whacky colors, but he threw his back out.

"Sir, may I ask what rank were you before you retired?" The man scratched his chin as he thought about it. Walking over to his closet, he pulled out his headband and flap jacket. "Jounin." Takashi's eyes widened. He was helping an elite retired Jounin paint his house. "Sir, i want to hear all about your tenure as Jounin." Takashi said with a smile as he was walking with the paint cans. Takashi opened the door and set down the paint cans in front. He thought about which colors he wanted to paint the man's house. Maybe a brown and black or red and green. This mission- his first mission was going to be fun. The man knocked over to paint cans spilling them on the ground. The red and green cans were knocked over. "This isn't Christmas, why'd I pick those two...?" Takashi looked confused as to what just happened.

The man pointed to the left side. "Brown." Then pointed to the right. "Black." Takashi grabbed the brown paint can and walked over to the left side. The left side of the house wasn't huge but it was big. This could probably take all day if he doesn't hurry himself and be done with this mission. Maybe he wants to take his time and hear some of the stories the old man has to tell. Dipping the paint brush into the can, the old man brought a lawn chair out to the front and sat on it. Deeply sighing. "Well, it all started back when I was a Genin. I certainly wasn't doing lame missions like you." The old man began to laugh as Takashi's eyes hung low and he chuckled. Taking the paint brush and swaying from left to right.

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To start off telling his stories as a Genin. The old man was sure being sarcstic, would the jokes help the day pass along or would they become boring and tiresome? Takashi was almost painting the bottom corner of the house. The side of the house was going to take a while before he could move onto the other side. Dipping the paint brush back into the can, he lifted the brush and swayed too fast, causing some of the paint to splash on his clothes. His black cloak needed to be clean as it had little brown spots on the sides near the zipper and sleeves. He placed the paint brush down into the can slowly and removed his cloak. He didn't want to get his cigars, cigarettes, matches, and lighters dirty. Wet matches or cigars is bad for him. He removed all of the accessories he had placed in the cloak into his pockets. Each item was snugged against each other, just enough room for everything.

Folding it nice and neat, into a square, he placed the cloak down besides the old man. As he grabbed the paint brush again, the old man began to ramble about what it was like being a Genin, how boring it was to go on weak missions that doesn't benefit for the village or upgrade him as a shinobi and gain status. Status was everything to this retired veteran. He graduated at the age of twelve and became Chuunin when he was thirteen. He was promoted to Jounin when he turned sixteen years old. Takashi was thrilled hearing all the stories as he was painting the lower half of the house. It was almost covered as he moved from the left all the way to the end of the house, then to the right at the other side of the wall. This would be working much faster if he learned the smoke clone technique from his father. He's been slacking on his training and that's going to change. Once this mission ends.

As his kept speaking of status, the old man paused and Takashi looked back to see if he was sleep, but the man just held a blank emotionless stare as he was looking at the ground. Staring that long, he should be able to see the ants crawling by, Takashi thought to himself. "I lost them all..." Takashi wondered what he meant by that. "They all died on a mission led by me. All of the Genin I was assigned to. Thinking I could lead and show them how strong Jounin are, they parished right under my fingertips." Takashi breathed in deeply, then sighing as he exhaled a deep breath. "They're in a better place now..." The old man looked at Takashi with a serious expression. It looked as if he was disgusted and upset and with himself and also because of what Takashi said. "... You're right." The old man smiled, he said as he passed out. Takashi just noticing a empty bottle dropping from his hand. He was drunk the whole time. 

As noon approached, Takashi had finished with the left side of the wall. It was all brown just like the old man wanted. Now to do the other side. He grabbed the black can of paint, and walked over there. Half of this side was complete, he wouldn't be over here for long. Placing down the can of paint, dipping his paint brush inside and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he suddenly remembered the treats he bought from the store. Searching into one of his pickets, forgetting where he placed them, to his knowledge he grabbed hold of one of the cotton candy flavored bubble gum. Took two of the gum, and chewed them both at the same time. This flavor is the best. The taste, the smell, everything was so perfect. The only downside is the flavor doesn't last, it goes very quick. He began to paint the right side wall of the house, at least what was left of it.

Takashi brushed left to right, right to left, diagonally right and left, in both north and south directions. Looking over to see if the old man was sleep, and he's seen that the old man was missing. Takashi kept chewing the gum and painting away. He probably went to lie down or use the restroom. As he was painting, he came across a window. Trying his best not to be nosey, he couldn't help but look cause he realized all the chips that he brought for the both of them were ripped open and eaten. "Hey, those all weren't for you!" The old man taking the last bite down on the last chip in the bag. Licking his lips and belching after, he laughed. "Don't worry young man, you will be paid well when this mission is complete. That is if you do a good job." Takashi hung his head and kept painting. His jaw began to tighten as he kept popping pieces of gum in his mouth.

When the flavor was gone, he spat out the gum into the trash can that was five meters away. As the sun was setting, Takashi had brushed one time and he was done. The old man scanned both sides of the house. The paint looked great on both sides. "Do it over!" Takashi was surprised he'd say that. The old man laughed and told him he was kidding. Patting Takashi on the bag. He gave him one bag of chips that wasn't open. Takashi smiled but he couldn't chew right now, his jaw was too tight. Gathering his things and thanking the old man for sharing his stories with him, Takashi went on his way. 

[Finished]