Shinda walked the streets of Sunagakure with the same quiet presence he carried on any given day. The village was alive with its usual rhythm and social bustle. Merchants called out prices, cloth awnings snapped softly in the dry wind, and the scent of heated metal drifted from the forge district. He didn’t interrupt but simply moved through it, eyes taking in everything. As he turned into a narrower side street near the smithing quarter, a strained scraping sound caught his attention. A middle-aged villager struggled beside a small wooden cart piled high with rough chunks of ore. The wheels were stuck against a slight rise in the hard-packed sand, refusing to budge no matter how hard the man pushed.
Shinda stopped without a word exchanged between them.
The villager noticed him and hesitated, clearly unsure whether to ask for help. He didn’t need to as Shinda stepped forward, placed both hands on the back of the cart, and pushed with controlled force. The wheels jerked free of the sand and rolled forward smoothly. Quickly Shinda helped the man in guiding the cart toward an open storage shed beside a blacksmith’s shop. Shinda decided to also help lift and stack the heavy ore pieces, setting them into neat rows.
When the last piece was placed, the villager wiped sweat from his brow and offered a grateful nod. Shinda returned a silent one of his own before turning back to the street, resuming his patrol as if he had never paused at all.
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Mission without a Moderator
E-Rank: 5000 Yen
E-Rank: 250 Words
Shinda stopped without a word exchanged between them.
The villager noticed him and hesitated, clearly unsure whether to ask for help. He didn’t need to as Shinda stepped forward, placed both hands on the back of the cart, and pushed with controlled force. The wheels jerked free of the sand and rolled forward smoothly. Quickly Shinda helped the man in guiding the cart toward an open storage shed beside a blacksmith’s shop. Shinda decided to also help lift and stack the heavy ore pieces, setting them into neat rows.
When the last piece was placed, the villager wiped sweat from his brow and offered a grateful nod. Shinda returned a silent one of his own before turning back to the street, resuming his patrol as if he had never paused at all.
[WC: 252]
Mission without a Moderator
E-Rank: 5000 Yen
E-Rank: 250 Words