Foot Race (mission)

[Gothalk]

Name: [ Foot Race. ]
Rank: D
IIC Length: 1 day
Difficulty: Easy
Description: A travelling man is wondering the country of water. He has been going from town to town, saying he is the fastest runner alive. His speed is unmatchable by any normal man. Well he has yet to meet a shinobi of the Mist. He has declared a challenge to the country. Anyone who can best him in a race will earn the reputation as the fastest runner alive. Even if the title is unofficial it would still be fun to hold.
Objective:Race this man and show him the speed of the Mist Shinobi.
Reward: 1500 Ryo

Gothalk walked through the streets of Kiri head hung low as he contemplated the recent series of events that had occurred in the Krav Maga Dojo. As he walked he heard some amount of commotion by the nearby ramen stall. “THAT’S RIGHT!” a man dressed in a tight red leotard announced loudly, “I AM INDEED THE BLAZING RED SPEED DEMON KOGU!!!!” The crowd who had been abuzz before now remained in confused silence, “…. Nothing …? Really..? Well how about this! I will bet you all that I am the fastest man here! I WILL CHALLAGE EVERYONE ONE OF YOU TO A RACE!” The statement perked up Gothalk’s ears and slowly he moved forward to the oddly dressed man.

He remembered sometime after being graduated to genin reading the local mission board on it stated a mission to beat a man in a foot race. “Tell me.” Gothalk said through his facial bandages, “Are you the one offering a 1,500 Ryo reward to any that can beat you in a simple foot race?” The odd man turned twisting a thin mustache, “Indeed I am, and I can tell by your headband you’re a local ninja here aren’t you?” Gothalk nodded, “Indeed, I am Gothalk, I’ll accept your challenge, what do you want to race too?” The strange man in the red leotard shook his head dismissively, “Gothalk, no, no, no that can’t do! Won’t do at all!” Gothalk lowered a level stare at the man attempting to imitate him into proceeding with the event, but Kogu saw none of it, quickly zipping around the ninja looking at him from different angles. “Yes.. Yes..” Kogu said rubbing his chin, “Hmm I got it! My pure brilliance I have decided you a nickname! You will be from hence forth named THE BLUE MIST!” The crowd began to rumble in slight excitement as Gothalk let out an exasperated sigh, “That’s merely written on the back of my coat, that’s hardly something you came up with…”

Kogu waved his hand dismissively once more, “Nonsense, you wearing the jacket to show others my brilliance! Now blue versus red, heart versus soul, genius versus….well hum… mist? Ah, demon versus mist, Lets us move ‘BM’! The first to reach the 8th gate, and back here again wins!” And with that, in a blur of red, the man took off leaving a small trail of dust behind him. With a growl, Gothalk kicked himself forward trying to catch up to the man with all the speed he could muster. However, regardless of how far he pushed himself the man infront of him managed to weave in and out of the throng of people in a pace Gothalk simply couldn’t match. Within a few moments they had reached the gates, and Gothalk had gained no ground.

The red blur sped past him, entering into the second half of the race, and Gothalk steeled himself as he touched the gate only to spin back around following after the dust trail. ”I have no choice then” Gothalk thought as he brought his hands in front of him summoning his chakara. Silently he uttered, “Shunshin no jutsu.” and thrust a large amount of chakara into his legs launching him forward a large distance immeditly catching up, and running in stride the with supposed speed demon, “Your going to loose Kogu!” Gothalk said as he gathered his chakara for yet another speed boost, “Not quite Blue Mist!” The leotard sporting man shouted as he increased his speed to yet another ridiculous level easily moving in front of Gothalk. ”Damnit beter make this a good one” Gothalk thought as he once again slammed his chakara into his legs catching up with the man. Kogu’s face turned red as he increased his speed by another notch screaming “FUUUUUU~ DEMON SPEED~” However, Gothalk had already begun to gather more chakara, and seeing the ramen shop in the distance knew he needed it only one last time. Running a gap behind Kogu, Gothalk once more pushed himself forward utilizing the shunshin technique barely making it to the stand before the crazy man.

The two men both panted heavily as the crowd slightly cheered, “Ok…” Kogu huffed, “You win blue mist… congra….congratulations..” Gothalk ignored the new nickname and asked, "Right, now give me the money." Kogu merely laughed at the request stating, "Hah, you must be new, I already gave the village your money, go bug them!", and began to explain to the crowd how he had pulled a muscle halfway through the race, and that next time he would win for sure. Gothalk didn’t pay any heed, and quickly pocketed the money exiting the area as fast as he could manage.


[exit]