Bokoura's Mission Thread (Private)

[Bokoura]

Name: Weed Pulling
Rank: D
IIC Length: 1 day
Solo Mission
Difficulty: Easy
Description: Bob a faithful merchant of the village was going to be building a trading post to try and increase trades for the sound village. The only problem he found was the area he was going to be building on had become full of weeds. He has requested help with all of the weeds so he can build his trading post.
Objective: Pull out all of the weeds so Bob can build his house [4 posts minimum]
Reward: 500

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #1) (Complete)

[Play Enter Bokoura Theme in Signature]

Bokoura walked slowly towards his mission assignment, eying the mission papers. "Pulling weeds," he murmured quietly to himself. And of course he picked a scorching hot day to complete the mission. Hopefully the lot this "Bob" character wanted to build on wasn't too large.

Bokoura covered his face with his palm when he reached the huge lot. This has to be the wrong place! he thought despairingly. A man approached him as Bokoura walked closer and asked, "Are you the ninja they sent to pull up all of the weeds?" Bokoura nodded and gave an exaggerated bow. "Indeed I am, sir," he replied. Damn he thought. "My name is Bokoura. Bokoura Nagano," Bokoura said, outstretching his hand. The man took his hand and shook it. "I'm Bob," he said rather blandly. Bob examined Bokoura. "You seen a bit...frail...to be doing manual labor," he pointed out, handing Bokoura some weeding tools..

Bokoura's eye twitched as he gave a forced grin, taking the tools from the man. "Hm," was all he could say. "Anyway, I'll get to work now, sir." Bokoura head over to the vacant lot, absolutely filled with weeds, and set down his things. He took off his robe, revealing his skeletal, pale body, and knelt down to begin his long, daunting task. He was already sweating.

Bokoura took a small gardening shovel and tore up a large clump of dirt, sifting out the dirt from the roots of the weeds and placing what remained inside an old compost bag. "Make sure to get the roots!" shouted Bob, as he began to speak with a construction worker. Bokoura ground his teeth together. "Yes, sir!" he managed, as he pulled up his next clump of dirt.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #2) (Complete)

15 minutes later...

Bokoura wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his arm, looking to see what he had accomplished. He frowned: not much. With a quiet sigh of pure dread, Bokoura stuck his shovel into the next patch of the dry earth, forcing up the moist soul from underneath and sifting it out of the roots of the weeds. Apparently he shook the stem of the plant too hard, sending the clump of dirt and roots flying a few feet away. Bokoura placed what was left of the root into the bag and crawled over to the clump that had flown off.

The weak roots of the weed had broken off into pieces with the dirt, so Bokoura had to sift through each individual chunk of dirt to find the root segments before placing them back in the compost bag. Bokoura wiped his hands on his black pants before crawling back over to his original digging spot and continuing to dig up one clump at a time...

Bokoura managed to finish the first row of the lot after some time and turned to continue down the next row. The weeds here, thankfully, we much larger, and most could be pulled out, roots and all, without the aid of the garden shovel.

As he pulled one of the weeds from the stem, it snapped, leaving the roots submerged. Bokoura wiped his face with the back of his palm and reached back for the garden shovel to fish up the remaining roots. He plunged the shovel down deep and tossed a large chunk of earth out of the ground. As he was about to put it lazily into the compost bag, Bob looked over his shoulder from his conversation and shouted, "Try to keep the dirt out of the bag as much as possible!"

Bokoura grunted quietly and replied, "Yes sir!", grinding the dirt mound in his hands until the roots were made visible, which he promptly grabbed and shook until the dirt was almost all removed and put it into the bag.

Bokoura could already feel a sunburn forming...

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #3) (Complete)

30 minutes later...

Almost all that was left were larger weeds at this point, and Bokoura was increasing speed, as they were much easier to pull out. These larger ones, however...

"Ow! Damn, are those thorns?!" Bokoura shouted.

Bokoura stood, plucking a thorn from the palm of his hand as he went over to speak with Bob. "Sir, do you have any gloves I could wear? Some of the weeds have thorns," Bokoura asked. Bob nodded. "Oh, of course, m'boy! Forgot to mention that, didn't I? Gloves are right there in the construction shed. Bob pointed to a small metal shed to the right of the lot. "Thank you, sir," Bokoura said, heading over to the shed. Forgot to mention it...psh.

Bokoura opened the door to the shed and glanced around. The inside was hotter than the field! Axes, saws, hammers, nails...gloves! Bokoura slid on a pair of gloves lying on the work bench and head back outside. They weren't comfortable at all, but it beat being stabbed in the palms.

Bokoura returned to his previous spot and got on his knees once more, plucking the weeds one by one with little difficulty and placing them in the bag. "I should be done in no time," Bokoura said to himself, looking at what weeds remained as he kept plucking.

One particular weed snapped in half as he yanked from higher up on the stem. Bokoura slapped his forehead. "The base, man, the base!" he instructed himself, grabbing the shovel and digging it under the large weed. The roots of the larger weeds, however, spread farther, and Bokoura had to dig several holes before he had removed all of the root segments.

Bokoura stood up, parched, and walked over to his bag on the other side of the lot to grab his water bottle. He took a long drink and then set the bottle back in the bag, heading to the weeds once again. At least he was almost done, and then he could get some money and a mission completion on his village records.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #4) (Complete)

Bokoura was now getting to the point where all of the remaining weeds we so sturdy and deep into the ground that a large shovel was needed to uproot all of them. Bokoura went over to the shed and found a spade on the wall. He took it and walked back out into the almost-clear lot.

Bokoura stuck the tip of the shovel in the dry earth and stomped it with his sandal a few times, maximizing the depth. Then he would pull back, almost catapulting the weed from the ground. We would then shake each weed above their corresponding hole until all of the excess dirt fell off, then place the weed in the bag.

He continued this process until one weed remained. Bokoura's usually pale body was now pink with sunburn as he grinned, wiping the sweat from his brow. "One last damn weed," he muttered aloud, strutting over to the weed and sticking the shovel into the ground and catapulted the weed from the earth, sending it flying in another direction. Bokoura laughed in amazement as it flew over-head, and he walked over to where it landed.

Some of the pointed leaves of the weed fell off, which Bokoura promptly picked up and put into the bag along with the weed itself. After this was done he let his shovel drop to the ground with a clank and walked over to tell Bob of his work.

Bokoura wiped his face clean with the back of his hand as he removed his gloves. "It's done, sir. The weeds are all in the bag," Bokoura told Bob. Bob let out a hearty laugh and clapped Bokoura on his sun-burnt shoulder. "Haha! Indeed they are, m'boy! And it looks like you got a bit burnt, too! Haha! Maybe that'll put some color on ya'!"

Bokoura winced, his eye twitching, at the contact, but he nonetheless forced a smile. "All in a day's work, sir. Could you sign my paper showing that my mission is complete?" asked Bokoura, offering Bob the slip of paper. "Of course, m'boy!" he replied heartily, taking out a pen and scribbling his signature at the bottom of the paper. "You're free to go, kid. Have fun, eh? Haha!" Bob shouted after Bokoura as he ran back to the Otokage's tower. He just wanted his damn money...and some aloe vera.

[Bokoura]

Name: Help the Farmers (Continuous Mission)
Rank: D
IIC Length: 1 Day
Difficulty: Easy
Description: The farmers have come to the village to request aid in helping farm the lands in preparation for the upcoming harvest. They are currently having labor issues and need the Shinobi to help finish the harvest on time. Go help the farmers. Their farm lies outside the village’s walls.
Objective: Help the famers pick the harvest
Reward: 750 Ryo

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #1) (Complete)

[Play Enter Bokoura Theme in Signature]

Bokoura walked down the main dirt road of the village, heading towards the gates, missing papers in hand, reading them as he strolled casually. Help some farmers gather the crops…shouldn’t be too hard. Bokoura thought, glancing at the scythe on his back and grinning. In fact, Bokoura reckoned this mission could be done easier than the last! Then again, it was best not to jump to conclusions. Bokoura shrugged. Either way, he was getting paid, and he would get a shining little ‘D’ on his village records. Plus, he might even impress the Otokage…

Bokoura stroked his chin as he approached the gate, handing his papers to one of the guards. “Mission work, let me through,” Bokoura said. The guard glanced at the seal on the top of the papers and nodded, handing them back to Bokoura and letting him through. Bokoura smiled and bowed graciously, then proceeded to head to the farms, following the windy dirt road out of the village.

Bokoura stashed the papers in his pack and pulled out his scythe, using it as a walking stick as he approached the small farming settlement outside the village. Some farmers were busy collecting the harvest and did not notice him approach, so he walked up to one of the farmers, holding up the papers to him. “Um, hello sir. Who do I speak to about the mission here?” inquired Bokoura. The farmer gathered a bit more rice into the basket he was carrying before looking up at Bokoura and pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. “That would be me, sonny. Just grab a…well, you already got a scythe. You could go help with the corn fields over there,” the farmer explained, glancing over at the other fields. “We’re almost done with them, though. You could come over here to help with the rice when you are done gathering the corn….Well, time’s-a-wastin’!” said the farmer.

Bokoura nodded and head over to the other field, where some farmers were slicing down large areas of corn and placing them in baskets worn on their backs, which they in turn brought back to the small barn to de-stalk. Bokoura hopped over the fence and shouted, “I’m here to help with the harvest!” the farmers eyed the headband worn on Bokoura’s neck and nodded at him going back to the work.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #2) (Complete)

Bokoura grabbed a basket and put it on his back, heading out into a lone part of the field to gather some corn. He took his scythe, and with long, sweeping motions took out a large area of stalks. He picked them all up and put them in the basket on his back, filling it. “Wow, these baskets sure don’t hold a lot,” Bokoura muttered to himself, heading back to the barn to de-stalk the corn he had gathered.

He walked into the building and watched as the other farmers walked in, removed the stalk with a cleaver, and put the husked corn into barrels, throwing the stalk into a compost bin on their way out the door. Bokoura followed suit, placing his basket on the ground in front of one of the chopping boards and slicing off the stalks of each cob of corn, one by one, and placing the cobs into the corresponding labeled barrels. Bokoura smiled to himself. This was a cinch! He picked up all of the stalks that he had cut and put the basket once more on his back, throwing the stalks into the compost bin as he head back into the field. It looks like only one section was left. “You get that last little area over there. We’ll go help at the rice field,” one of the farmers said, pointing to the small bunch of stalks before heading over to the other field.

Bokoura head over the last section of the corn field, and with two quick chops, brought the stalks to the ground, which he collected and put into the basket on his back. He looked up at the sky. At least it was overcast now, so he wouldn’t get burned like his last mission. He head back into the barn, de-stalked the corn, put the cobs into the barrel and the stalks into the compost heap and rushed over to help with the rice field, basket on back.

The rice fields were a lot harder to gather, as each grain of rice must be hand picked. Bokoura shrugged, he didn't mind, he helped his father a lot on his farm when he was younger, back when he used to live in the Fire Country.

Bokoura hopped the wooden fence and head to an unmanned part of the rice field, putting his scythe back on his back.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #3) (Complete)

Bokoura knelt down do the small rice plants and took off his back basket, laying it in front of him. One grain at a time, he plucked the rice from the plant until it was barren, dropping the grains into the basket before heading to the next plant. It was strangely relaxing, the cool breeze, the overcast sky, the calming plucking of each grain...

Bokoura smiled. Farming like this reminded him of his childhood on the family farm back in the Land of Fire, where he was born. He hadn't particularly liked manual labor as a child, but I guess his father's genes were rubbing off on him. Pluck, click, pluck, click...the sound of each grain being pulled off and dropped into the basket had a soothing rhythm to it. He looked back at the other farmers. They had already filled up half their baskets! Bokoura looked at his, probably about a fourth of the way full. He began to pick the rice faster.

After a few hours of gathering the rice, Bokoura and the farmers had completed the harvest, all of the vegetables and fruit in their proper barrels. "You did a good job, kid. You ever done this before?" the head farmer that he had met earlier asked. Bokoura nodded. "Yeah, I grew up on a farm in the Land of Fire before I came to the Sound Village. He grinned, almost proud of his heritage...why? He had never liked the Land of Fire!

"Well, anyway kid, thanks for helping us," the farmer continued. Bokoura pulled out his paperwork and handed it to the head farmer for him to sign. "Don't mention it, sir," he replied with a wide, crazy grin. The farmer signed it and gave a little salute. "It's good to see such eager young shinobi in our village," he said, patting Bokoura on the back, which was still a bit burnt. "You need to fatten up though, kid! You're a stick!"

Bokoura nodded with a forced smile, packing his papers into his pack and heading back towards the village. "...I'll work on it," he called back quietly as he began his trek back to the Otokage's Tower.

[Bokoura]

Name: Public Disturbance
Rank: D Rank
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Easy - Medium
Description: In the entertainment district of the village, a local brawl has broken out. Two families who have been feuding for a time have come to blows after a few too many drinks.
Objective: Pacify the civilians and break up the fight without causing harm
Reward: 1000 Ryo

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #1) (Complete)

Bokoura looked through his mission papers with a brow raised. “Hm…Just settle down a couple drunks? Shouldn’t be too difficult. I mean, it isn’t like they are ninja or anything, from what the paper says,” Bokoura spoke aloud to himself, walking to the neighborhood where the two families lived. He couldn’t cause any harm. He gave a quiet cackle. “Damn.”

Bokoura reached the neighborhood and looked around, scouting for the feuding families. Seemed like a nice little neighborhood, certainly not one that would have drunken family fist-fights! Suddenly, he heard a clash from outside the tavern and rand over to see if it was what he was looking for.

“You good-for-nothing bastard!” one man shouted at another, both men standing in front of small groups of angry-looking people. The other man punched the first man square in the jaw, and Bokoura rushed in quickly between them. “Hey, hey, hey now,” Bokoura said, trying to soothe the two, raising his hands between them. “What seems to be the-“

Bokoura ducked as the man tried to punch the man behind him in his drunken stupor, causing both the families to charge together in a full-on free-for-all. Bokoura drew his scythe. “Ah damn,” said Bokoura, trying to drag one woman off of another. “Everyone calm down! We can try to settle this peacefully!” “Hell no!” one man shouted. “They killed our dog and took our money!”

“Your money? It’s ours!” a man from the other family shouted. “Everyone just shut up! Let me hear both sides of the story so I can settle this stupid dispute!” Bokoura shouted, trying to keep two drunken men from fighting each other with each arm. “Just start from the beginning. Would the patriarchs of each family tell me why there’s a dispute?” “I will,” said one man, raising his hand. “He’s a liar, let me tell my story first!” shouted another man. “Calm down, I’ll get to both of you. Please, tell me what happened,” Bokoura said to the first patriarch.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #2) (Complete)

“Well,” he began, “our feud started before we were born. Our forefathers were gambling, and my great-great-grampa won, and wanted his money, and his great-great-grampa wouldn’t hand it over!” Bokoura dropped the two drunken men he was holding by their shirt collars. “Are you serious? That’s it?” “No, it ain’t!” shouted the other family’s patriarch. “Our great-great-grampas agreed there would be no money involved, and that the gambling was all good and fun, then his good-for-nothing, lying great-great-grampa wanted money anyways!” “Our forefathers never agreed to that!” protested one of the drunken men lying on the ground.

Bokoura pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, how could we settle this in a way where both parties will be happy?” Bokoura asked, trying to maintain his patience. “We just want these fools to leave us alone! We don’t owe them nothin’!” shouted the second patriarch. “Yes you do, you cheating lowlifes!” shouted the first patriarch. “Look, it’s all done and over with. Why do you guys care about what happened between your forefathers?” Bokoura inquired. “Because it is a disgrace and an insult to the whole family! Our great forefather is being accused of cheating, when he doesn’t owe these bastards a single Ryo!” shouted the second patriarch. “You no-good son of a…” the first patriarch said, charging the other patriarch. Bokoura grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Look, if you fools don’t stop fighting, I’ll make you wish you were never born into your families!” Bokoura threatened. Of course he was not allowed to harm them, but they didn’t know that. He drew out his scythe and glared at all of the family members. They seemed to sober up a bit.

Bokoura tried to come up with a way that would make them both happy. “Hm…I think you should just forget about the past, both of you. You don’t have to be friends, you don’t even have to like each other, but I don’t want any more fighting out here! Control your drinking, or I’ll deal with you myself. Is that clear?”

The two patriarchs glared but nodded. “Good. Now, shake hands, get your drunken selves home, rest, and forget about this whole damn thing. Seriously, I will hurt you next time!” The two patriarchs mumbled and shook hands, glaring at one another with complete distaste, before heading off with their battered and bruised families to their respective homes. Bokoura sighed. There were some stupid people in this world, that was certain.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #3) (Complete)

Bokoura slapped his forehead, remembering he needed the signatures of two family patriarchs. Chasing after the first patriarch, then the other, agreeing that they wouldn’t fight anymore. They reluctantly signed, and Bokoura packed the papers away. Time to go get his reward before he was held accountable for anything they might do! He sprinted away to the Otokage’s Tea House. Hopefully he would never have to deal with something so trivial and annoying ever again!

[Bokoura]

Name: Green Slimy Snake?
Rank: C
IIC Length: 2-3 Days
Difficulty: Medium
Description: A large boa constrictor like snake has been seen in the village, it has attacked three small children, and has eaten several house pets. The snake is quite dangerous, especially to smaller inhabitants of Oto. More than half the population is small children, and they are being attacked.
Objective:
Find and Defeat the snake.
Reward: 1500 Ryo

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #1) (Complete)

Bokoura laughed at the sheer comedy of his current mission. I mean, even the name was funny! How was this a c-rank, anyway? He just had to kill a snake! Bokoura slipped the papers back into his bag and decided to head over to the last known location where he had been seen. I mean, if she was as big as they said she was, she wouldn’t be hard to spot. Bokoura head casually to the small neighborhood she was seen last.

Bokoura entered a busy area and asked one of the women walking by if she knew anything about the last snake attack. She nodded, a grim look on her face. “Yes, it attacked a child. I think they live there,” she explained, pointing to a nearby house. Bokoura smiled and nodded. “Thank you, maam,” he replied, heading over to the house, where a woman sat on a bench.

“Excuse me maam,” Bokoura asked the woman. “Do you know about this snake I’ve been hearing about around here?” The woman nodded vigorously. “Yes, it isn’t a myth, I’m afraid. It almost killed my son! My poor baby,” she murmured, obviously lost in thought. Bokoura frowned a bit. “Could you tell me where you think it might be?” Bokoura asked. “I heard he waits in alleys and other dark places and gets people during the night, but I’m not too sure, I’m afraid,” the woman replied. “Sorry.” Bokoura nodded. “It’s fine, maam. I’m here to take care of this snake. I’ll be patrolling the streets tonight, so don’t worry about it,” Bokoura told the woman reassuringly with a wink and a grin. And with that, Bokoura bowed and head to the rooftops.

Bokoura set down his things, taking another swig of water from the bottle he was carrying. Now all he had to do was wait until it was dark, then scan the area. Bokoura let himself fall asleep, pulling his hood over his head.

Bokoura woke up a few hours later, lifting up his hood and looking up at the sky. The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky a lush combination of yellow, peach, and crimson. He rose to his feet and picked up his pack. Best start patrolling now; at least that was better than sitting around and waiting! Bokoura jumped from rooftop to rooftop, scanning the alleys below him. “Nope, no snakes here,” he mumbled as he continued his scouting.

The sky was now dark, and Bokoura felt that he now had a chance to find this snake, if the woman was correct. Bokoura dropped to the streets and ran through the alleys, glancing in dumpsters, barrels, and anything else that she could be hiding in.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #2) (Complete)

Suddenly, at the end of one alley, Bokoura heard movement behind him, and he drew out his scythe and turned. Bokoura’s eyes widened. This was…a big snake. A really big snake. Like, about 20 something feet long! And it was slowly slinking its way towards Bokoura, tongue flickering. Bokoura let out an amused huff. “Well, it doesn’t matter how big you are…you can still be cut!” Bokoura shouted, swinging his scythe at the snake. The blade bounced off of the scales. “…Shit,” Bokoura mumbled, jumping over the snake and running out of the alley.

The snake, however, had different plans, grabbing Bokoura’s right ankle with her tail and dragging him towards her. Bokoura let out a small yelp as he hit the ground, turning over onto his back and swinging wildly at the snake’s head. “Get your filthy tail off of me you damn, dirty snake!” Bokoura kicked the snake in the jaw and it let go, Bokoura scrambling his feet. How am I supposed to kill this thing!? Bokoura wondered, readying his scythe again. The snake hissed and slowly began to slither towards Bokoura, tongue flickering. That’s it! he thought, slicing off the beast’s tongue with a quick slice of his scythe.

The thing hissed, blood squirting as it writhed about, lashing out in fury. Bokoura jumped about, trying to avoid the beast’s attacks. It was surprisingly fast! The snake inched closer, blood still squirting from its mouth. "Die, you damn monster!" Bokoura shouted, sticking his scythe into the snake's left eye.

The snake thrashed wildly, half blind, slamming into the walls of the alley and hissing loudly, the juices of her eye pouring down her face. Bokoura shouted and stuck the blade of the scythe into the empty socket over and over, thrashing the brain of the snake until it fell over, dead.

Bokoura bent over and panted, his hands on his knees. "Damn it, was that really just a snake I killed?" Bokoura asked aloud, wiping the sweat from his brow. He walked up to the head of the snake and kicked it. Yup, it was definitely dead. Bokoura sighed and head back down to the alley as people began to gather around.

[Bokoura]

(Mission Post #3) (Complete)

People covered their mouths, gasping in horror at the dead monstrosity in the alley. Bokoura glanced back at it before looking at the crowd once more. "That the snake?" he asked. Everyone nodded. "Could I have five of you sign these papers?" Bokoura asked, holding up his mission papers. A group of people walked up and wrote their names, hands shaking. "Thanks," Bokoura said, putting the papers in his pack.

Bokoura glanced back as he walked off, a sly smirk on his face. "Oh, and do what you want with the corpse...I don't need it," he said, heading back towards the Otokage's Tea House. "Sleep well, everyone! I, Bokoura Nagano, have destroyed the Terror of the Sound!"

[Play "Exit Bokoura" Theme in Signature]