Mr. Fuuj's Sushi Shop

[Kusa's Vine]

Name: Mr. Fuuji
Rank: D
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy
Description: The butcher Don Fuuji needs some assistance with serving his overflow of customers due to his daughter being sick. Help him serve the customers of his infamous sushi shack for two days and return for your retward.
Objective: Help take care of the customer overflow.
Reward: 1,000 Ryo

It would take Issac only a couple minutes to get from the kages atrium to the sushi shop. The place wasn't so big but it sure was crowded, Issac had to fight his way to the front to talk to Mr. Fuugi, the man looked rather frustrated and when Issac tried to get his attention he just told him to get in the back of the line and wait his turn. Issac chuckled to himself before he would shunshin behind the counter, Mr Fuuji was rather startled and was about to tell Issac off but he raised his hand to try to get a word in."Please Mr. Fuuji excuse my rudeness, my name is Rokio I'm here to give you a hand. The Kage has sent me to help you out for the next couple of days while your daughter gets better." Issac would say as he rolled up his sleeves he had bunshined before he got here and was taking on a different apparence so that he could use his vines without being identified. The fake name was only because anyone would be able to match the vines to the Zassou. "Well it's about time, thanks for coming. I'll take care of all the cooking you take the orders and serve up the dishes when I'm done with them." Mr Fuuji would say as he threw Issac an apron.

Issac took a deep breath and spread his hands out as the vines shot out they would collect the empty plates on the long counter clearing half the counter he would then take a rag and wipe the counter as people would begin to sit. He walked over one at a time and took there orders down on a small pad that was in the apron. He set them up so Fuuji could see them then stepped behind the stove with him. There was no orders to take as the counter was full so he grabbed several fish and set to cutting them. Sushi was one of his favorite dishes and he was rather skilled with a knife, Mr. Fuuji looked like he was going to object until Issac used his vines and several knives to make quick work of the fish that were on the table. It didn't look like this was going to be to hard of a job.

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Kakan's stomach began to rumble as he walked the busy streets. He had been training most of the day and needed something to eat, badly. Several of the shops that he passed all looked to be good, but one particular shop that he passed seemed interesting enough. "Sushi... Well, it looks good enough. Always a chance to try it once." Kakan said to himself, entering the doorway. As he moved past a few people, Kakan saw a massive amount of people wanting food here.

Maybe now wasn't a good time... Kakan thought, but pushing the thought away as he had no other place that interested him right now. He wanted food, and he was willing to wait. As he waited, he saw someone behind the counter using... vines? Was a Zassou working here? It had to be a Zassou, as no one else could have vines implanted in their bodies the way those were. Taking an empty seat, Kakan observed the man, waiting for his turn to place an order.

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Issac had been at work for some time with a few instructions he was completing several simple dishes as Mr. Fuuji took care of anything that needed any special attention. There was a constant flow of customers with little down time. Apparently this place needed more then a "little" help. Issac was wondering how Fuujis daughter was able to keep up with everything that he was doing. Issac had just cleared another spot when a familiar face took the empty seat. "Kakan" Issac was a little bothered by his presence if anyone would have a clear guess at him being a Zassou Kakan would. Issac finished a platter setting it down in front of the customer then headed over to where the young shinobi had taken his seat.

"Hello sir, how may I help you today?" Issac put on a fake voice hoping he wouldn't ask to many questions, he held his pad in his hand waiting to take his order.

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Kakan couldn't help but feel that he knew the man behind the counter who was about to take his order. But, the vines could be any Zassou, as Kakan had grown up with a bunch of them. Pushing that aside, he would respect the server and figure out his order.

"I'll have some Salmon Rolls. And, a glass of water, please?" Kakan asked, being pleasant.

(Sorry, short because I'm trying to figure out if I work or not)

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"I'll have some Salmon Rolls. And, a glass of water, please?"

Issac nodded his head as he jotted down the order on the small pad. Issac looked around and was thankful that the place looked like it was starting to clear out a little. He hated being in one place for to long doing the same thing and being in Kusa for this long was torture. He needed to be back in the open planes but until he finished his shift here he was stuck. Issac walked over to the cutting table, Salmon rolls were nothing special he could take care of these himself. Issacs mind drifted to the oncoming chunnin exams. He wondered if he would have enough experience to attend. In the back of his mind Issac knew he wanted to be ANBU, nothing as held down as the bear or dragon division but he had some insight into the possibility of the Wolf. Issac had to keep his mind on what he was doing so he wouldn't mess anything up. He could get back to this later.

As he set the food and water down he put his elbow on the counter and leaned in a little so only Kakan would hear him. "Mr. Zassou, I presume." Issac says looking him in the eye. He half grinned and pointed his thumb back at his face. "Although I flaunt my vines to the unknowing it would look like nothing more then a ninjutsu, those eyes are a dead give away son. You've taken some precautions but a few more wouldn't hurt." Issac had made sure to change his eyes to a light brown when he Henged. He was happy Kakan had heeded some of his warning he was a little more covered up now. His eyes seemed a shade or two lighter then Issacs, Issac never had to worry about it because he was hardly around people. Issac would have to keep his eye on this one.

He walked away to gather up the bill from a few others as they departed from the shack there were now a few empty seats as the sun started to set Issac was done with half of his sentence then he would be on his way to collect his payment for the job.

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As the man began to walk away, taking his order with him, Kakan eyed the customers. Several of them never looked at Kakan, obviously too busy with their schedules to even stop for a moment and see who they were sharing a meal with. It was the typical world, too fast for anyone to slow down.

As he saw the salmon rolls and glass of water being pushed towards him, Kakan looked at the server, who began to speak.

"Mr. Zassou, I presume? He spoke, almost assured that he knew he was right. So, not even in his grandfather's clothing could he still be completely hidden. Muling over that the server could figure out his identity, Kakan heard him speak again, this time a bit closer so that what was spoken couldn't be heard by others.

"Although I flaunt my vines to the unknowing it would look like nothing more then a ninjutsu, those eyes are a dead give away son. You've taken some precautions but a few more wouldn't hurt." So, it had been the purple eyes that he had forgotten were easily seen. "I will take note, friend." Kakan spoke, slowly eating his meal. As he watched the other Zassou do various activities, Kakan took his bill and left the payment for the meal. But, before leaving, Kakan made sure to make eye contact with the Henged Zassou. It had to be the one he had met before in the park. Either fate was being funny, or it was just coincidence for them to meet twice.

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[Kusa's Vine]

As the Zassou would leave the shack Issac rounded up the bill and the dishes and turned on a few more lanterns as night set in Kusa, the rest of the night was quite with few customers after the rush. When the shop finally closed down Issac was told to wash the dishes while Mr. Fuuji took care of putting away everything in the kitchen and making sure the food was properly stored. Issac made sure everything was washed and dried before setting off for the night, he was asked to return early in the morning to pack the fresh fish that would arrive. Issac decided not to head all the way back home, he wouldn't get but a few hours of sleep so he decided to just spend the night in Kusa. He didn't really have any where to stay so he would wonder the streets until it was time for him to be at the shop to retrieve the fish.

Issac turned into a tight alley not purposely, he just didn't know the way the streets worked here. He saw the figure before it made its move a cloaked shinobi would block his path. The person wore a white mask it had a certain sheen to it. Issac knew who this was it was a member if the ANBU. He had never seen one in person before they were rather covert from what he knew about them. They stood at about the same height and were dressed relatively the same long black cloaks and all the only difference was the mask. As the shinobi raised his hand Issac saw his cloak split and that he was wearing a set of body armor. He spoke softly but with authority "I beg your pardon but you're not a regular in this village and you don't bare Kusagakures headband I must ask you to either state your business or we'll be forced to escort you from the village." Issac was a little taken aback, first at the fact that one of them had managed to sneak up on him. He could always feel the presence of others usually through the ground, it seems as though they really were that good.

Issac spoke clearly looking at the masked figure. Hating that he would have to reveal his identity but these people weren't anyone to try to lie to even Issac knew that. "My name is Zassou Issac, I'm going to reach into my pouch to retrieve my headband. I know my presence is not stationary but I keep a permanent residence outside the village for my convinence. I'm here to complete a mission I have no malicious intentions." Issac pulled out his headband as he spoke offering it to the ANBU, he took it and inspected it before handing it back over. "Please excuse us you can understand our need for the inquiry. Have a nice night and stay out of trouble." With that Issac heard a noise behind him as he turned there was no one there. When he turned back the first one was gone also. Issac thought he would like to get to that level some day although the village would have to show him some promise to dedicate himself in that respect.

Issac spent the remainder of the night identifying the flora around the village it was shortly before six a.m. when Issac arrived back to the shack. He was a little ahead of schedule and Mr. Fuuji was a little surprised to see him when he arrived. He nodded his approval as he showed Issac where to set up the fresh fish so he could get to scaling and filleting them.

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The day went by almost completely uneventful, there was a drunk that made a scene around noon Issac subdued him quickly and ejected him from the shack. Issac hopped that Mr. Fuuji would be impressed with the work that he had done here over the past couple of days, this is actually something that he wouldn't mind doing once in a while. Of course the money wasn't exactly great but sometimes interest in something payed off better then a good paycheck. It was just before the dinner rush and it had gotten pretty quiet in the shake, Issacs mind wondered back to the ANBU he had seen over night while he was walking around busing the tables. He knew he would have to practically triple his efforts but it was something that he could see himself doing a little way up the road. "Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai" Issac thought to himself as he began washing the dishes. His concentration would be broken as he heard the sound of the chimes. People were beginning to wonder into the shack. Mr. Fuuji said it wouldn't be as busy as it was the previous day and he wanted Issac to tend to the customers for the whole night he would be able to take care of the cooking by himself. Issac had no problem with this.

Grabbing a fresh apron Issac started to make his rounds going to each table taking their order. After handing in the order he would bring the customers their drinks and any appetizers. Every now and then Issac would ask Mr. Fuuji if he wanted help cooking, each time he would say no. Issac figured it was because he had used his vines yesterday and he didn't want him disturbing the customers and since it wasn't as busy he really didn't need him to do any cooking. At one point it got so busy even running food and taking orders he was having a little trouble keeping up. This was something that took a certain degree of training to get used to doing with such a rush in a small space like this.

"Excuse me sir but I'm pretty sure that was exactly what you ordered it was a rather simple order I wouldn't have messed it up that much." A customer had come in and placed an order and after eating half of it decided that it wasn't what he ordered. Issac was sure he was just trying to skip out on the bill and he wasn't trying to owe Mr. Fuuji any money. "You're not a regular employee here you just started you don't know what your doing." The man said eying Issac as he stood out of his chair. Issac was becoming slightly annoyed sensing that this was going to turn out the same way as with the drunk. "That is apparent sir but the fact remains that if it was the wrong meal you should have said something from the beginning instead of nearly finishing the platter before placing a complaint." The man took a step towards Issac, he didn't want to make a scene with the place this full so he spread his arms slightly as his vines extended from his fingertips the mans face turned a light shade of white. Apparently he wasn't aware that the staff here consisted of shinobi. The man but of a very dejected face reaching into his pouch and producing the Ryo for the bill before leaving without a word.

Issac was happy with the turn out for the night after that. He ended up getting a chance to cook for about an hour giving Mr. Fuuji a much deserved break. Luckily none of the late night patrons were looking for anything to extravagant and Issac didn't have to ask for help. When it was time to close Issac was a little reluctant to leave but he knew better. While a small break from being a shinobi was nice there was nothing else he could do with his life. He was born a Zassou a shinobi of Kusa there was nothing he could do about that it was in his blood.

When everything was clean and the shake was free of any customers Mr. Fuuji locked the doors and told Issac he could leave thanking him for all his help. He told him his daughter should be better by the morning and he would no longer need his assistance. Issac was happy he could help and would be on his way to the Kages to receive payment and possibly apply for another mission. He bowed to Mr. Fuuji as he took his leave wishing him his daughter and their restaurant the best.

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