Mission Request said:
Midori arrived at the kitchens early in the morning. Thanking himself on his hard work ethic, he was more than a little glad he decided to get an early start on his mission. Though too young to understand why, he knew he was better off not visiting The Red Lights at night.
Wagon in tow, he knocked on the back door of the kitchens. A large burly man with a apron that looked like it had seen better days grunted at him in greeting. Dropping two very large buckets at his feet, the chef disappeared once more. Staring blankly at the buckets for a moment Midori felt like he had perhaps gotten over his head.
With a solid heave he loaded the buckets upon the wagon and began leading the wagon to the well. As he pumped the water into the buckets his muscles burned and he grew increasingly exhausted. Swearing never again to sign up for physical labor. Midori knew that this was but the tip of the iceberg as far as his training was concerned. It took nearly everything he had to load the buckets back onto the wagon and return to the restaurant. Lucky for Midori the chef took and emptied the buckets for him when he made it back.
The rest of his day went on much the same – only with an increasing level of sweat and muscle strain. Upon delivering the last set of buckets around mid-day he was handed a small back of yen and a pat-pat from the chef for his troubles. Mo’ money, mo’ problems – but at least now he felt rich!
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