A box, fairly boring in color, sat ominously just outside the door. It was a decent size, though not unreasonably sized for a single person to handle. It's weight was average for the size, though it would probably become tiresome upon carrying it for longer than a few minutes. A few small holes speckled the bottom edges, though they would go mostly unseen if they weren't being looked for. All in all, it appeared to be an entirely normal package. It's origin, however, brought about it's ominous label. The box had shown up on the doorstep at some point throughout the night, a small note attached to the top. The owner of said box was purposefully nondescript, though it wasn't really an issue. Simple instructions were left for the care and transfer of the box. It had to be transported to a location just outside the village limits. There were no requirements, aside from the box having to arrive at it's destination by nightfall. The writer of said note made it perfectly clear that there should be no danger involved in the transportation and delivery of the package, and that payment would be given upon delivery. There was no sense paying full price for a late delivery, the note stated boldly. All in all, it was a simple task.
The postal service was incredibly busy that day. For reasons entirely uncontrollable, they had become incredibly behind on their deliveries over the past few days. In plain terms - they were swamped. Boxes piled to the ceiling and then some, each having their own destination. Finding the package on the front doorstep first thing in the morning was the last thing they needed. There was no way they could possibly deliver said package in a timely manner, even if it was as simple of a delivery as the letter made out to be. Looking at a map would be enough to show the delivery would take a good portion of the day. Factoring in having to deliver other packages, and it went from fairly simple yet time consuming, to nearly impossible. All in all, there wasn't a single worker the postal service could spare to deal with the package.
As such, the delivery of aforementioned package was best handed off to a young shinobi.
It was a decent day for package delivery. The weather, while slightly overcast, showed no current signs of rain. The sun's rays managed to peek through the clouds, leaving scars of light across the otherwise shaded world. It was the sort of weather that couldn't possibly keep a child indoors, let alone someone with a job to do. A light coat would be all that was required to keep the chill out. The wind was sporadic, blowing off the nearby waterfront, dropping the temperature slightly with it's breath. As long as the clouds kept their moisture to themselves, there was no reason for the weather to interrupt any of the day's proceedings. A relief, to be sure. As such, the package was left mostly where it sat, the only change being it's relocation from the top step to a small wagon placed beside the door. All in the name of easier transportation, after all. Of course, whether the wagon was used or not would be completely up to the person in charge of delivering it. But it was recommended. While not the heaviest of boxes, the weight was certainly displaced, making it a little awkward to carry by hand. The letter sat in the same place, secured to the top of the box by a single slip of tape. A map, already marked with the delivery location, was wedged underneath, kept safe from the wind by the same piece of tape.
It was going to be a long walk.
The postal service was incredibly busy that day. For reasons entirely uncontrollable, they had become incredibly behind on their deliveries over the past few days. In plain terms - they were swamped. Boxes piled to the ceiling and then some, each having their own destination. Finding the package on the front doorstep first thing in the morning was the last thing they needed. There was no way they could possibly deliver said package in a timely manner, even if it was as simple of a delivery as the letter made out to be. Looking at a map would be enough to show the delivery would take a good portion of the day. Factoring in having to deliver other packages, and it went from fairly simple yet time consuming, to nearly impossible. All in all, there wasn't a single worker the postal service could spare to deal with the package.
As such, the delivery of aforementioned package was best handed off to a young shinobi.
It was a decent day for package delivery. The weather, while slightly overcast, showed no current signs of rain. The sun's rays managed to peek through the clouds, leaving scars of light across the otherwise shaded world. It was the sort of weather that couldn't possibly keep a child indoors, let alone someone with a job to do. A light coat would be all that was required to keep the chill out. The wind was sporadic, blowing off the nearby waterfront, dropping the temperature slightly with it's breath. As long as the clouds kept their moisture to themselves, there was no reason for the weather to interrupt any of the day's proceedings. A relief, to be sure. As such, the package was left mostly where it sat, the only change being it's relocation from the top step to a small wagon placed beside the door. All in the name of easier transportation, after all. Of course, whether the wagon was used or not would be completely up to the person in charge of delivering it. But it was recommended. While not the heaviest of boxes, the weight was certainly displaced, making it a little awkward to carry by hand. The letter sat in the same place, secured to the top of the box by a single slip of tape. A map, already marked with the delivery location, was wedged underneath, kept safe from the wind by the same piece of tape.
It was going to be a long walk.