Ken adjusted the paper mask covering his nose and mouth, trying in vain to get it to fit comfortably over his face. The mask didn't even seem to be working that well, the flimsy material doing very little to filter the overpowering chemical odor permeating the room. His knees were chafed, and his back was sore from hours of hunched over posture. This wasn't exactly how the boy had planned to spend his day, but he supposed it couldn't be help. Ken was fulfilling the objective of an "urgent" mission from the mission board. Some well-to-do family's maid had contracted a case of crimson fever, actually attacking her employers in a fit of sickness-induced rage. Turns out the family had unwittingly brought the set of legionnaire ticks into their home on a set of "artisanal furniture" they had recently ordered. The family was safe from infection because apparently the sofas were for decoration, so they weren't actually sitting on them. The maid, on the other hand, had to dust the things. Luckily, she could write the whole thing off as a workplace injury, meaning the family was paying for her treatment and she couldn't get fired for the incident without the family facing litigation.
Where Ken fit into all of this was that the family now needed someone to disinfect their house ASAP. They were willing to spend some time away, but couldn't stand the inconvenience of setting up an appointment with one of pest control professionals around the village. Not only were those exterminators very busy, the first free appointment being at least a week away, but they were also quite expensive. Ken rolled his eyes at the idea that a family who could afford to live in the Crown would be at all set back by a professional extermination service. More than likely they were just cheap, and E Rank missions could be set up for pocket change. Ken coughed slightly, doing his best to ignore the tingling in his nose. Everything that could house the ticks in this building was saturated with the pungent chemical cocktail he had been issued for this mission. It had been no small task, the house was huge, but the boy was determined and worked without rest. Standing up to stretch and survey his work, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Unfortunately he wasn't done. Heading back up to the area he had started in, which had now been sitting in the pesticide for hours, Ken whipped out a magnifying glass and inspected the sofa. He could see the tiny creatures in the fibers, but they were certainly dead. Satisfied he began the long and arduous process of washing the pesticides out of the furniture.
It was thoroughly dark when Ken finally left the prodigious manor. He was slightly queasy, legs tight and stiff, body sore. The boy had eliminated the arachnid menace from the building, clearing it out top to bottom. The ticks certainly wouldn't be returning, unless of course the family brought more in from outside. Normally the boy would have made his way over to the Kazekage tower to turn the mission in, but it was late and all he could think about right now was getting a shower and getting into bed.
Where Ken fit into all of this was that the family now needed someone to disinfect their house ASAP. They were willing to spend some time away, but couldn't stand the inconvenience of setting up an appointment with one of pest control professionals around the village. Not only were those exterminators very busy, the first free appointment being at least a week away, but they were also quite expensive. Ken rolled his eyes at the idea that a family who could afford to live in the Crown would be at all set back by a professional extermination service. More than likely they were just cheap, and E Rank missions could be set up for pocket change. Ken coughed slightly, doing his best to ignore the tingling in his nose. Everything that could house the ticks in this building was saturated with the pungent chemical cocktail he had been issued for this mission. It had been no small task, the house was huge, but the boy was determined and worked without rest. Standing up to stretch and survey his work, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Unfortunately he wasn't done. Heading back up to the area he had started in, which had now been sitting in the pesticide for hours, Ken whipped out a magnifying glass and inspected the sofa. He could see the tiny creatures in the fibers, but they were certainly dead. Satisfied he began the long and arduous process of washing the pesticides out of the furniture.
It was thoroughly dark when Ken finally left the prodigious manor. He was slightly queasy, legs tight and stiff, body sore. The boy had eliminated the arachnid menace from the building, clearing it out top to bottom. The ticks certainly wouldn't be returning, unless of course the family brought more in from outside. Normally the boy would have made his way over to the Kazekage tower to turn the mission in, but it was late and all he could think about right now was getting a shower and getting into bed.