[M] Make him strong!
Aug 21, 2018 0:07:04 GMT -7
Post by Asami on Aug 21, 2018 0:07:04 GMT -7
Make Him Strong!
Rank: C
IIC Length: 4 Posts
Difficulty: Easy
Objective: Train the Feudal Lords son in the basic arts of shinobi.
Description:
The Feudal Lord has come to the Village with a desperate request. Take his fat, spoiled son, and make him into a fighter! Since birth the Feudal lord's wife has spoiled her baby boy and made him weak. Not wanting to pass his linage on to this embarrassment he has asked that the village undo his wife's behavior and instead turn him into a respectable man but it wont be easy. The son is set in his pretentious ways and wont be easily swayed. Sometimes a little 'tough love' is needed to get the motivation necessary for the shinobi arts.
Restrictions: There is no restriction on training yourself as you do this mission.
Reward: 38,000 Ryo
GM Required: No
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The spring sun was shining through the spring clouds telling the time of around noon. A break in the stormy weather, yet the wind was still blowing everything on it's way. The odd pair strolled through the gates, with the two guards standing behind them, gawking. The odd pair of short kunoichi attracted their fair share of looks where ever they went. One was slim and lanky, clearly in a phase of speedy growth, while the other had reached her maturity, with delicious curves all the right places. In everything they were contrasting each other. Asami, walking on the right, looked exactly like last time they had been on a mission. shoulder length ashblond hair, falling in waves around a face still looking a bit too big for her skinny body. She was still fully equipped with multiple pouches clipped to her belt, even to a relatively secure place as this, she was ready for survival, but the most important pouch was definitely her medical one, equipped with a field cauterizer, and a first aid kit. A pair of long pants fell down her thin legs, with a rosa piece of fabric blowing in the harsh winds, and her tonfa strapped to each side of her too long legs, as the only visible weapon, yet in her surrounding pouch she sported an arsenal of both, kunai's shurikens and senbons, flint and steel, a multitool in case of emergency, and of course the compass, binocular and wireless radios, though she doubted she would need it all. Her long sleeved black hoodie was zipped close at the front, yet still short enough to reveal the artfully wrapped bandages around her waist. Her large green eyes looked seriously at everything, as they walked, but already they were glittering with a hardness one didn't normally see in her.
Arriving at the huge palace compared to what any of them had seen before, a big man waited for them. Muscular in build, he clearly worked out even as his retrieving hairline, and gray spatter at the corners, put him around middle age. Indeed he was living the good life, and if one looked closely one could see the belly protruding a bit, and stretching the fine fabric his tunic was made from, but still he was an imposing man, with a stern expression. He sized them up, clearly not impressed, but seemed to accept the fact, that they were indeed both Iwakure Shinobi, from the emblems reflecting the sun back at him. "You are here about my son?" getting straight to the point, it seemed like he was in no mood for plesentries, but was in a hurry. Yet he simply radiated strength, power, and calm as they stood in front of him.
Asami was already showing her timid side, of stopping a step too early in front of him, yet otherwise her face was impossible to read, as she simply nodded and otherwise said nothing, letting the woman beside her do the talking, as she was clearly much better at finding the words than Asami was.