Tatsuo had already received his orders, prepared his gear and said farewell to loved ones for the day. He had left early in the morning, not sure just how long it might take to travel to this remote farm. It was about midday by the time Tatsuo arrived, the sun hung heavy in the sky pelting the earth below with its ever scorching rays of light. It was near unbearable, really, the temperature surely had to be nearly 100. The air was still, relinquishing no fresh breeze to cool this arid day. Not a single cloud in sight, there would be no respite from the hardship he would endure today. The hastily scribbled orders in his pocket made it to appear this was a last minute ordeal, perfect for a pre-chuunin such as Tatsuo. The farm slowly came into sight as Tatsuo crested the hill, flush colors of green and slight hues of red gave notice that fall was soon approaching. It seemed like a simple enough farm, at first glance, surely a humble family dedicated to the agricultural way of life lived here. The address was right, but nobody in sight. Only one thing left to do then.
The large wooden door felt sturdy and thick, most likely fashioned out of the many fine trees that surrounded the farm's land. There was soft sounds seeping through the cracks along the edge of the door, signs that someone was indeed home. An undistinguished voice was lightly audible and the sound of footsteps approached. A younger man, no older than Tatsuo himself, opened the door to greet him. He wore simple clothes and spoke with a slight... accent is the word, but less educated perhaps? "Afternoon, wut might a boy such as yerself be doin' all da ways out here? We aint got no spare scraps if you came a beggin'." Perhaps he was made unaware of the mission that was ordered, that or they just didn't expect such a prompt reply for such a lowly matter. In any case, Tatsuo was faced with his first order of business, explaining who he was and why he was there. Assuming he did as such, as any respectable shinobi would, an elderly voice echoed from the back of the house. "Don't just stand there gawking, boy. Invite the young lad in. Hurry now, hurry!" As Tatsuo presumably entered the modest home, his senses would be met with that of a strong hickory smell, fresh herbs and spices even. Seemed they had a stew cooking over the fire, right where the old man was waiting for Tatsuo. "Come now laddy, you must be the help I sent for, please please. Tell me your name. As such, Tatsuo would give it to him. "Ah yes, a fine name indeed. Well I'm sure your time is valuable, god knows I paid a pretty sum just for this. Now now... My sheep boy, I fear there are bandits about. Each night a few more disappear never to be seen again. My boy here is near useless, can't even keep his eyes open long enough to catch the hoodlums. Think yer up to the task boy?"
-Knock Knock Knock-
The large wooden door felt sturdy and thick, most likely fashioned out of the many fine trees that surrounded the farm's land. There was soft sounds seeping through the cracks along the edge of the door, signs that someone was indeed home. An undistinguished voice was lightly audible and the sound of footsteps approached. A younger man, no older than Tatsuo himself, opened the door to greet him. He wore simple clothes and spoke with a slight... accent is the word, but less educated perhaps? "Afternoon, wut might a boy such as yerself be doin' all da ways out here? We aint got no spare scraps if you came a beggin'." Perhaps he was made unaware of the mission that was ordered, that or they just didn't expect such a prompt reply for such a lowly matter. In any case, Tatsuo was faced with his first order of business, explaining who he was and why he was there. Assuming he did as such, as any respectable shinobi would, an elderly voice echoed from the back of the house. "Don't just stand there gawking, boy. Invite the young lad in. Hurry now, hurry!" As Tatsuo presumably entered the modest home, his senses would be met with that of a strong hickory smell, fresh herbs and spices even. Seemed they had a stew cooking over the fire, right where the old man was waiting for Tatsuo. "Come now laddy, you must be the help I sent for, please please. Tell me your name. As such, Tatsuo would give it to him. "Ah yes, a fine name indeed. Well I'm sure your time is valuable, god knows I paid a pretty sum just for this. Now now... My sheep boy, I fear there are bandits about. Each night a few more disappear never to be seen again. My boy here is near useless, can't even keep his eyes open long enough to catch the hoodlums. Think yer up to the task boy?"