Mission time!

Mission 1:

Today was his first mission as a fully acknowledged shinobi. He would do was to be assigned no \matter how low ranking it seemed to him with his skill set. A mission was a mission. Today his mission was to tend to three garden patches at the local orphanage.  A simple enough thing as he did that on the side for the elderly in his own neighborhood.  He would wake early his mind was still troubled by a nightmare from the night before of his fathers severed head begging him for help. He would stare out his window and look towards the rising sun and shook his head. Well it was better to get up and early and start the mission, the faster he completed it the faster he could get paid and go out and do more missions. He yawned and dressed appropriately for his job ahead of him and left his house his mother passed out in her room.

He wore a white shirt and a pair of black suspender pants. His Chozogakure headband tied around his head and a pair of sandals on his feet. He strolled the village happily heading out of the western exit as he waved to the guards at the gate. He would then narrow his eyes as he passed them and sprint at his fullest speed he could muster and head towards the orphanage. He found the watering can outside by a well and a few empty baskets as well. He smiled and filled the watering can and would set out to work. He would take his time however and not rush the watering and harvesting the weeds as well once the soil was softened from the water. He had all day and besides tending to plants was somewhat therapeutic for him.

It calmed his mind putting him at peace. Before he knew it he had finished watering all the plants and picking the blueberries. He would wait for the farmer to return however and collect his fee and return to the village and head home a job finished and his body was aching begging for rest his head hitting his pillow as soon as he got home and slept.

mission 2:

At long last, he was now free of the academy. Oh, how he wished he could have graduated with his friends but better a year behind than face psychological issues. He had lost his father after all and that had given him a bit of trauma since now he practically alone his mother turned into a depressed mess. He sighed as he sat on his bed getting ready for his second mission of the next day. Oh how it seemed somewhat tedious but a mission was a mission when it came to him. He yawned and quickly covered his mouth embarrassed a slightly but then he remembered there was no one else within the house that was conscious but him.

His mission today was for him to go to the local market and send out a delivery of vegetables to someone high up in the village. Honestly, he didn't know who it was but hey the mission would more than likely be a cakewalk. He would not need any of his ninjutsu skills for this which were all well in good since he didn't have any besides what he learned at the academy. He smirked and quietly left his house and made his ways down to the village and heading into the center of town where the local market was. He smiled brightly as he entered his village headband tied tightly around his head as he spoke up to the owner "Hey I'm here to make that delivery request you sent in."

The old man nodded his head and gave the box of produce to him with a lid on it to keep it from spilling. Neah nodded his head and took the piece of paper and looked at it and nodded his head it wasn't too far from here. He moved at his fullest moving speed throughout the village until at last he came upon the address and rang the bell A elderly mand nodded his head and looked down " Ahh my Produce thank you, lad." He patted his head and ruffled Neah's head and gave him the money. He smirked and took the money and would return to the market and give the man the money from the delivery. In which case the man paid him for his services and the boy known as Neah would head back home his mission had been fulfilled."

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