Sight Seeing For the King

[The Heron]

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

“This is the lad?” A great bear of a man rumbled, gently rubbing his thick, round stomach. He was a tall man, tall and wide, with chin length dark hair and a clean shaven face. He carried himself with a jolly disposition, though Hiromasa could tell from the slant of his eyes that the man had sleazy tendencies.

“This is the lad?” A great bear of a man rumbled, gently rubbing his thick, round stomach. He was a tall man, tall and wide, with chin length dark hair and a clean shaven face. He carried himself with a jolly disposition, though Hiromasa could tell from the slant of his eyes that the man had sleazy tendencies.

“Yes.” Hiromasa spoke bluntly. “This, is the lad.” He slipped out a kunai, twirling it menacingly in his slender fingers. “As long as I’m around, you won’t have anything to worry about.”

They stood just outside the Mizukage Tower; the King had abandoned his entourage at a hotel, and as such it was just he and Hiromasa. The King wanted a tour of Kirigakure and the rest of Mizu no Kuni as well. Hiromasa planned to take him through the village, to Mashimuzu, and around the wilderness surrounding the village.

“… I suppose you’re alright.” The King said, eyeing the young Genin. “A bit skinny and woman-like, but I’ve seen shinobi smaller than you do some amazing things.”

“Hn.”

The two headed off into the distance.

[The Heron]

They journeyed throughout the village, making brief stops at different restaurants and bars; whatever fit the King’s fancy. They stopped to sample sushi; they visited the blacksmith, and they were spectators to a spar between two chuunin. They encountered no trouble while in the village; after all, Kirigakure was teeming with ninja, and only a fool would seek to start something there. Still, they had yet to journey to Mashimuzu, and as late afternoon transitioned to early evening, the King expressed his interest to visit the capital city.

[The Heron]

“So how long will this take?” The portly king huffed. They’d been walking for scarcely an hour, but the king wasn’t used to any type of physical pursuit, and was thus greatly uncomfortable with the brisk pace Hiromasa had set.

He didn’t know that Hiromasa had detected the presence of several bandits following them through the trees that lined the road – didn’t know that his safety was better insured the closer the were to Mashimizu when the attack occurred. Of course, unless the bandits were shinobi, Hiromasa wouldn’t have any problem defending the king. Hell, green Genin could handle the basic bandit, and Hiromasa was far from green.

“Just another half hour or so… I figure we’re close enough.” He added quietly.

With that, he swiftly pulled a kunai from his belt, and in one smooth movement, launched the projectile into the thicket, eliciting a pained gurgle. The sound of a man falling floated to his ears, and gave way to two rugged looking men leaping forth from the forest, each with menacing snarls plastered on their dirtied faces.

“You killed Tomi…” one lamented stupidly, his fists tightening on the rusty katana held tightly in his massive hands.

“Get em!” The other yelled, charging for the genin.

Hiromasa quickly pushed the king off to the side, away from the danger. Keeping one eye on the king, he engaged the bandits, expeditiously putting them out of their misery. As one dashed in with his fists cocked back for a punch, Hiromasa ducked low, slipping a kunai out from his belt and stabbing the man deeply in his passing back.

The other, roaring with rage, swung his katana in an attempt to decapitate the young genin. He raised his kunai up to block the blow, using his free hand to grab another kunai and shove it into the mans neck. Just like that, they were dead.

“… I guess you are pretty good, eh?”

Hiromasa didn’t answer, instead retrieving his kunai, and simply continuing on his way to Mashimizu. The king hurried to catch up.

[Move to Mashimizu]

[Leonov]

Moved

[The Heron]

At this time of the day, Mashimizu was teeming with life. Civilians of all creeds and colors collected in the village square for a raucous night of celebration. The King was in his element, wooing women and men all the same with is honeyed words and gleaming jewelry. Hiromasa kept his distance, keeping an eye out for any undesirables, but it seemed his exploits dealing with bandits preceded him, for no one so much as dared to narrow their eyes at the King or the genin, let alone attempt to rob them. Indeed, there was one woman who seemed a bit to personal with the King, but he watched her closely, and the only untoward signs she showed was her overabundance of affection for the King.

He allowed the King to make his rounds throughout the village, taking special care to steer him away from the seedier parts of the city, not wanting to tempt fate. Eventually the sky turned dark, and it was time for the two to make their way back to Kiri. With the King obscenely drunk and unable to talk, let alone walk, Hiromasa threw the massive man over his shoulder and took off for the village.

[Move to Kirigakure]

[hotaru]

moved

[The Heron]

This was supposed to be moved to Kiri, but eh, what the hell.

- - - -

Hiromasa took them on a roundabout way back to Kiri, so that when the snoozing King awakened, he awoke to the tall, menacing trees of the Mizu no Kuni wilderness. For as far as the eyes could see there stretched an endless montage of trees and vines and shrubbery, shrouded in the mist that perpetually plagued Kirigakure. It was quite a harrowing sight to wake up to, but the King held in his shriek of fright, but only because he elicited a groan of pain.

Hangover's were a b***h.

"Ugh... were are we?" The King moaned.

"Just outside of Kirigakure." Hiromasa answered after a second. He'd sat the king down aside a tree, himself moving three paces away, looking down upon the king with his arms cross and a displeased expression upon his juvenile face. "You drunk an awful lot while in Masimizu." The genin stated.

"... yeah... not the best of ideas." The King admitted humbly.

"So long as you know."

He allowed the king time to collect himself before he took him back to the village proper, earning his money for the mission and a reluctant friend in the King of Bear Country.

[Zetsumei]

Moved

[The Heron]

||EXIT||

[--Arata]

Here's ya moniez...^_^

Mission Succesful