Mail Call [Shida mission Thread/Closed]

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Shida made his way towards the postal center, running across roof tops and leaping over great gaps. The village had been quite busy so taking the "ninja route" was always the quickest and most efficient, especially since it was good exercise. It was the least he could do for himself, feeling as though a task like this was beneath him and his capabilities. Whether that was true or not was of no real importance. He had a job to do and he would see it through. It's what his father would have wanted. It's what he needed. As Shida agilely made his way across the roof tops he took too the habit of making a mental map of where ever he was going. The village was a rather large place and it would be easy to get lost even having spent your time growing up there. 

Fond memories of his childhood came to him. While his dad was out on missions the young kaguya would be running the streets, playing shinobi. The village was so big it felt like the entire world had lived there. He smiled a bit, even now as a young man, he found the village to be something to marvel at. Shida shook these thoughts away and scolded himself. He was on a mission, it would be best not to let his mind wander, even if all he was doing was delivering mail. 

Moments later Shida would find himself at the mail center. It was a fairly large building, many people coming and going through various entrances and exits. The occasional messenger bird flying over head. It was almost like a beehive, each person carrying out a specific task. A hive full of worker bees tasked with the mundane. Pick something up, take it somewhere else, return repeat. It was mundane! It was lackluster! It was...how he was going to be spending the rest of his afternoon. Reluctantly he entered the building. A soldier bee never felt so out of place. 

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After Shida entered the building he was escorted into a small office. Large stacks of paper towered in miscellaneous places on the floor. Some stacks even reaching knee height. Amongst the towers of paper sat a middle aged man. His shiny bald head lowered as he frantically wrote something down on a piece of paper then desperately scanned his desk for what could only be assumed were the accompanying sheets. Shida watched awkwardly for the next five minutes before the man had finally finished his task. "You must be the kid!"  The man jumped down from his desk, he was shorter than Shida had expected. "You've got about three or four packages to deliver. Our fastest runner is out right now so it's up to you to get the job done. Don't dilly dally we've got a schedule to keep!"Shida nodded as he was handed a satchel with small packages inside, each with an address written on the packaging.

As soon as he had the satchel Shida left with great haste. The bald man didn't waste time and neither would he, especially if there was a schedule to keep. Once Shida left the building he leaped on to a near by roof top, some of the passerby workers watching curiously. Reaching into the satchel he examined the first package. It was a fairly large cylinder, no doubt holding several scrolls. "The academy" he could tell instantly from the address. 

It had only taken about fifteen minutes before Shida arrived at the academy, the head instructor waiting outside the entrance. Shida landed before him, offering a bow. "Ah! Right on time! It's good to see you helping the community Shida!" the instructor offered a warm smile as he accepted the package. "It's nothing, really" he responded dryly. It really was nothing to him. Majority of the D- Rank mission were mundane tasks, hardly something he'd consider a mission at all. At least it paid well. "I've got more delivers to make, farewell sensei"  he continued. If he got caught up in idle chit chat there was a chance he may lose too much time. Failing this mission was not an option. Again, he was off.

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Shida dug into the satchel, pulling out another package. This package was a bit larger, and was comprised of several boxes of varying sizes all packed neatly together to form one large rectangular shape. As he moved he could hear metal objects clinking together and small liquids ebb to the edge of small vials. Shida couldn't see through the brown wrapping but he assumed it was an assortment of medical tools and samples of some sort. Upon checking the address designated to the packages he was assured. In an instant he was gone, heading directly for the hospital.

Shida hastily made his way through the entrance. Upon entering the building the first thing anyone would notice was the smell. That odd hospital smell, where everything was clean and orderly, a bit too clean if such a thing was ever possible. There was a seating area and at the back of the room was a large front desk. On either side of the desk were hallways which led to elevators, an ANBU guarding each side. The hospital had given Shida the creeps, made him uneasy. Although he was grateful for all the work the medical shinobi this place still harbored bad memories. Not wanting to stay any longer than he had to, Shida made his way to the front desk.

It was here where he was accosted by a fairly young woman. Her hair was a very light shade brown and seemed to fall all the way to floor. Her sweet smile was comforting in a way. Shida wondered if that was the reason she was placed at the front desk. "What can I do for you sir?" her voice singing gently. "Mail shipment Ma'am"   he said calmly. His body relaxed a bit, a little taken aback on how relaxed he felt around her. He almost wondered if this was some sort of genjutsu. He dismissed this thought quickly. Such a thing would be ridiculous...wouldn't it? Either way, Shida had no time to be thinking of such things. Carefully he began to reach into the satchel and place the bundle on the counter. It wouldn't be long before a nurse came to verify each item was accounted for, once doing so she took the packages to be stocked. Shida waited patiently until she was finished, if something had been misplaced and he had left it could look bad. Once everything had been accounted for he went on his way, not looking back.