Takahashi Shiori said:[legend="[b][color=#FFBF80]Delivering Supplies[/color][/b]"]Mission Type: Solo-Mission
Mission Rank: E Rank
Objective: Project Rebirth, an ambitious effort spear-headed by the Steward Kazekage Sousuke III in the wake of the diamond maelstrom being quelled. After thirty years of living underground, finally the opportunity to return to the surface has come. With so much fragility and tragedy in recent memory this opportunity serves as a dim hope for some. Even students can help with this effort, building supplies are needed in mass quantities and if you could help deliver them via any means necessary would would be doing your community a great service.
Please deliver supplies such as nails, stone and lumber to Project Rebirth.[/legend]This is Considered to be a Self-Modded Solo Mission
Waking up in the hospital a couple of days ago after his last bout of near epileptic slips of consciousness had thrown him off. Toraono Kuro had brought him there after he'd passed out back in Rat City, not that Makeinu himself had any knowledge of it all. Rather than asking the doctors or anyone about who brought him there, or what took place, he left. Like a convict fleeing a prison the boy fled from the torturous monotony of the hospital's pristine walls. As such, he never learned about the man who had moved him to a safe haven that he'd rejected. Instead, he found himself wandering the vast subterranean village like a lost stray and getting himself in all sorts of situations.
The most damaging encounter for him to date, despite Mikaboshi's assault and Shiori's disappearance, had been a meeting with a young woman named Takehiko Ikuko. Having fallen for her beauty and the situation of 'Damsel in Distress' he found himself in for a rude awakening. The girl had simply used him to help keep herself hidden, a fugitive known to have relations with a pedophile and furthermore one that absolutely berated the less than attractive boy. All of it brought back this frustrated feeling that was overwhelmingly more powerful than much of anything else he'd felt since awakening, being belittled and told he was nothing but an ugly peasant summarily. In the seclusion of the abandoned shelter the two had shared for a small time, he ended her life. The images of her pretty face being slammed repeatedly into the floor until haunted him, sent a chill up his spine and somehow soothed something more ominous inside him.
Wandering around the village with no Shiori, no Sousuke, no anyone, he took up the role of an average vagabond youth with no domicile. He slept in old houses, and wandered the markets scarcely spending the little money Shiori had given him and it was running low. One of the people working in the market mentioned something called "Project Rebirth" apparently it was an effort by the government to move upwards, literally. In truth there was little incentive for the boy other than a means to earn more gold, and with no word of Shiori or anyone else for days he found his path more and more average. After all, how many children were orphaned in the Cabal's attack and in Shinobi life in general?
It had never been to the surface, not with the amnesia that stripped much of his life away before arriving in Sand that fateful day months ago. He didn't quite know what to expect, but made his preparations all the same. All of which entailed wrapping himself in an old tattered shroud and shoving what little cash he did have into his pocket. He eventually followed others who had taken interest in the job, finding a way out alongside them and into the sunlight. He was blinded by the brightness, audibly grunting as he covered his eyes hastily. One of the other workers laughed and pat him on the shoulder, telling him he'd get used to it. Without much care for being touched, Makeinu would shrink into himself and nod in minor agreement.
Now, Makeinu wasn't the most healthy individual and that wouldn't change without Shiori's postponed help. Despite being biologically thirteen years of age, he barely broke the four foot mark with his height and was practically light as a feather. The thin skin that covered his flesh wasn't capable of dealing with the heat, as he found out. It was but a few hours in, with him never moving anything too large. He didn't have super strength, or any ability to manipulate Chakra, which resigned him to carting around the smaller objects. Helping to bring small buckets of water, tools, and things of that nature kept him busy. However; as one of the supervisors noticed the boy's conditioning worsening in the heat, the child would be dismissed. About to protest, to claim that he could still do more as sweat rolled down his face and his pale flesh reddening from the heat, the supervisor assured the boy he'd still be paid for the work done. With relief taking hold of him once more, he'd patiently listen as he was directed to a place known as the "Throne of Bone". He was to meet with someone of great authority there, named Toraono Kuro for payment. Without having much knowledge about the way things worked, he didn't question it. Rather, he wondered about the name Kuro as he sluggishly descended back into Sunagakure. It was the name he'd heard before...
One thing was for sure though, he did not like the surface. It seemed as if the environment wanted to kill him. It was hot and dry, and his skin lacked the pigment necessary to convert the energy from the sunlight to administer things such as Vitamin D and other nutrients. Instead, they overloaded his cells slowly burning them up and likely threatened to give the albino cancer. No, underground was much better for now. Besides, Shiori, he was sure, was still somewhere underground even if no one had mentioned her in days.
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