Sight Seeing for the King [mission]

[Molokai]

Name: Sight Seeing for the King
Rank: C
IIC Length: 3 Days
Difficulty: Moderate
Description: A King hailing from Bear Country has come to visit the Mist village and evaluate it, or so he says. He says he can pay the Mist village an invaluable amount of money if needed, just for a day around the village and country. A team of genin is required to lead the King around the village so he can sight see and purchase what he likes. Make sure no harm comes his way or the Mist village will be in trouble. You genins can handle it.
Objective: Escort the King around the country.
Reward: 1,500 Ryo

Alright, time to once again be social. Only this time, instead of dealing with impressionable kids, he had to deal with some furry, Bear-country windbag of a king.

Toru was first at the location where the King was supposed to arrive, and didn't have to wait long before a booming laugh erupted from the mist. A shadow loomed from the oppressive fog, and a gargantuan beast with a hunger for flesh greater than even the most savage of beasts emerged. This monster, hidden behind a veil of status and wealth, is well liked by many of the minions following him, but Toru felt an immediate pang of distaste for the spherical monarch. As his rumbling voice continued to assault the countryside, scattering birds and wilting flowers, Toru spied him heaving a large turkey leg off to the side and watched as it created a crater in the soft soil. By the time he looked back at the assailant, another haunch of meat had materialized in the kings massive paw and had halfway vanished into the void of his gut.

As per tradition, His Portliness was not walking on his own two sausages, but rather he was being carried upon a gilded throne of blood, sweat, and salted pork by four ragged-looking skeletons. When finally Toru caught his eye, he looked him up and down with a hungry look, as if he was determining how much meat was on the shinobi's bones. Toru unleashed a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the king deemed him too green to consume, and forced himself into a shallow bow. "Your Majesty. My name is Toru Kouba, and I will be your guide through the Village Hidden in the Mist." An explosion followed instantly after, making him start and spraying him with mind-numbing bass tones and spittle. "Good! Good! Jolly good! Guffaw! Lead the way, my boy!"

The kings couriers eyed Toru with hatred as the king chomped into his animal and motioned them to follow. Toru ignored them and headed deeper into the village. His first stop would be the market district. Why? Because Captain Carnivore would probably be interested in the wares offered by a Hidden Village, either by greed or an interest to bring more culture to his country. As the caravan arrived, the merchants fell silent for an agonizingly long heartbeat before clamoring louder for his business. Greedy, arrogant swine, every single one of them. Even from across the bazaar Toru could detect his guests presence. If not his obnoxiously resonant voice, than the fact that he took up half of the courtyard always gave away his location, which meant Toru had no qualms about staying a fair distance away to avoid conversation and possible consumption.

Toru took his eyes off of him for just a moment, and when he looked back four more skeletons had materialized as mysteriously as the omnipresent chunk of flesh that kept appearing in his hand, and now supported a tower of curios and other worthless trinkets. "Is His Majesty enjoying himself?" Toru asked in the most polite facade he could generate. "Indubitably! Your quaint little village is quite the charm, eh wot? Guffaw!" With every word spoken by the king, his impossibly bushy mustache seemed to speak for him. Like a separate entity, the mustache twitched and convulsed as the words escaped from behind it, trying to twist them into something less offensive and prevent the rancid breath from poisoning the air. A valiant effort, for which Toru respected the mustache more than the face it rested on, but fruitless. "Then, allow me to show His Majesty to the vendor district."

[Molokai]

The tour through the vendor district, in which every few feet was a different kind of food peddler, was more of a fiasco than the merchant district. Apparently the king had pockets deeper than his stomach, as smiling merchant faces lit up in a wave-like pattern as the king finished talking to them. By the time they reached the end of the street, every stall was damn near empty and each of their respective owners was nowhere to be found. This time, the King initiated the conversation, "This village is quite the charm, my boy, and you are quite an interesting specimen in and of yourself. I would like to know more about you and your culture when I return, but for now I must take my leave. My loyal subjects will be missing me." Toru doubted that very much, "I hope your leader will appreciate Bear country's contribution."

The gilded caravan turned and vanished into the mist, the kings thunderous merriment lingering long after the sight of him had dissipated. Still thoroughly disgusted, Toru left the bazaar and headed back to the Mizukage tower where he would collect his fee.

[exit]

/mission