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With a languid sigh that seemed to carry all the weight of his disinterest, Zura strolled towards his next mission—a task that would be as exciting as watching paint dry. The thought of climbing the ranks for a bit of spice flickered through his mind as he kicked a pebble along the path, but then there was the whole 'more responsibility' thing. He shrugged off the thought almost as quickly as it came; neither option sounded particularly thrilling. [break][break]

Bathed in the dappled light filtering through the sprawling canopy of the Great Tree, Takigakure hummed with a laid-back vibe, distinctly more chill than the frantic pace of larger ninja villages. Zura couldn't help but feel a tinge of appreciation for the calm that the Great Tree lent their village. If there's a chill spot to be lazy, it's definitely here.[break][break]

Today's 'mission'—if you could even call it that—involved helping some old-timer offload a supposedly haunted suit of armor. Haunted armor, really? Zura scoffed aloud, the absurdity of the task amusing him more than it should. It wasn’t exactly what he’d call shinobi-worthy. In fact, it was ridiculous. But then, the promise of a few extra coins for a night out was enough to tilt his scales of motivation—just slightly. [break][break]


Leisurely making his way to meet his teammate, Tokonatsu Kaoru, at the old man’s house, Zura was nonchalantly late. About forty minutes, but who was counting? Zura continued on, already plotting how he'd spend those extra coins tonight.

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Cursed Metal Tidings [break]
MISSION RANK: C[break]
NPC REQUIREMENT: No[break]
PARTICIPANTS: Open, Open[break]
DESCRIPTION:[break]
A dismal, debt-ridden farmer is selling a family heirloom: but has warned to anyone who buys it that it is cursed. Armor from a previous samurai, it is known to be a relatively 'valuable' heirloom. A prospective buyer has indicated a desire to buy it, but doesn't want to deal with any 'curses' - obtain the armour and 'dispel' the curse - or figure out the source of the concern.

[Tokonatsu Kaoru]

Tokonatsu Kaoru

Kaoru might have been the casual type compared to most of his clan, but he wasn't one for a lack of punctuality. That meant that he arrived at the location for their mission on time, and when Zura didn't show up within five minutes he promptly lay himself on the ground and had himself a little nap. He wasn't going to kick up a fuss, after all this was yet another mission that didn't really appeal to his skillset or interests, and felt a bit like another punishment... probably for something Zura had done.

Fourty minutes later he opened his eyes in time to see the older Genin show up, "Ne, is this gonna be a normal thing for you? Not tryin' to judge, but would be good to know if I have this much spare time for antyhing scheduled," he asked from his lounging position. Slowly getting up and stretching out with a groan.

He was completely uninterested in the mission, the idea of a haunted set of armour was rather ridiculous in his mind. Hell, the swords at his waist were considered 'cursed' just because they were made by his father's family, chances were that this armour was the same sort of thing, made by some blacksmith that had their reputation tanked to the point that their work was maligned and 'cursed'.

"Also, maybe we should stop pissing off the paper ninja, if we keep getting these missions I'm gonna go crazy," he suggested with a yawn, gesturing for the older boy to go first.

Word Count: 257
Mission: 2/15
Combat Information:

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Relevant SAs:
Strength of the Samurai
Coming from a long samurai lineage, coupled with intense physical training, Kaoru has far greater physical strength than most other people of his rank. Even amongst the Bukijutsu and Taijutsu specialists he stands amongst the top in terms of his raw physical power.

Enhanced Chakra Reserves
Kaoru's body contains a vast well of chakra, able to perform even the most chakra intensive jutsu around without having to worry about running out.

Jutsu Used:
N/A

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[Oborozuki Zura]

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Kaoru's chill vibe was a refreshing change of pace for Zura, he was more accustomed to a lecture or a scowl due to his tardiness. He chuckled, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Ehh, probably,” he admitted nonchalantly. Timing had never been his strong suit, and honestly, in the grand scheme of things, it hardly seemed to matter to him. [break][break]

"You’ve got a point,” Zura hummed, his voice trailing off as he pondered the remark, though he knew well enough that any thoughts of change were likely fleeting. The village clerks were welcome to do some unmentionable things to him before he’d consider any real adjustment in his habits. Sure, the mission promised to be a drag, but it was easy money, and that was a motivator hard to ignore.
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"Guess we should say hello,” Zura shrugged, ambling up to the old man’s door. He rapped on it three times. Eventually, the door swung open to reveal a rickety old man who looked as though a stiff breeze might topple him.[break][break]

Shaking his cane with more vigour than seemed feasible, the old man grumbled, "Yer’ late, get in here.” He then shuffled back into the depths of his home. Zura, with another noncommittal shrug, followed him inside.[break][break]

The house opened into a modest tatami room, centered around a simple rectangular chabudai. A pot of tea sat on the table, flanked by several waiting cups. In the corner of the room, a glass container showcased the samurai armor. It was a classic set—gleaming dark lacquered plates tied together with silken cords. The helmet was boasted a menacing oni mask, complete with horns and everything.[break][break]
"So this is it, eh?” Zura asked, stepping closer to the display and nearly pressing his face against the glass. "Doesn’t look very haunted,” he remarked with a skeptical raise of his eyebrows.

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[Tokonatsu Kaoru]

Tokonatsu Kaoru

Vowing to himself to tell Zura to meet at least fifty minutes earlier than they actually had to, in order to at least eliminate this waste of his time. Figuring out how to appease the admin ninja was a whole other beast, and one that he really wasn't sure how to address. He'd have to figure it out eventually though, otherwise they were gonna be stuck doing boring missions for the rest of forever.

Following his teammate into the house behind the old man, Kaoru yawned slightly at the comment of their timing, overall unconcerned and not particularly pleased to be here in the first place. Glancing over at the suit of armour, he settled himself at the table by the cups of tea after waiting for the old man to take his own seat. He might not act like it, but he was trained by his clan to act in a diplomatic fashion and he figured this old guy was the one who would decide when their mission was done.

It wouldn't hurt to butter him up and get a seal of approval sooner rather than later.

"Tell us about the armour Ojii-san," he asked politely, not looking in its direction for the moment instead giving the old man his full attention. Old people liked being at the center of attention and telling their stories, so this shouldn't be too hard to get out of him.

He was currently working on the theory that it was an armour made by some out of favour armoursmith and thus was considered cursed. That's what happened with his father's clan after all.

Word Count: 270
Mission: 4/15
Combat Information:

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Relevant SAs:
Strength of the Samurai
Coming from a long samurai lineage, coupled with intense physical training, Kaoru has far greater physical strength than most other people of his rank. Even amongst the Bukijutsu and Taijutsu specialists he stands amongst the top in terms of his raw physical power.

Enhanced Chakra Reserves
Kaoru's body contains a vast well of chakra, able to perform even the most chakra intensive jutsu around without having to worry about running out.

Jutsu Used:
N/A

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[Ronin]

OOC: Taking over for Oborozuki Zura

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A swing of the old man's cane narrowly missed Zura's head, even as the tall Genin swung his body backwards, avoiding the blow that would have surely caused a welt, if it had landed on his head. "Hey, you withered geezer! The hell's your problem?" he asked, a mixture of surprise and annoyance etched on his features. Zura would not deny that he was surprised at the hidden strength of someone who looked, for all intents and purposes, like some frail old man. Seemed like there was more to this fellow than he looked.

"Stop disrespecting such an esteemed heirloom and take this case seriously, you annoying brat!" the old man wheezed as he shook his cane at the glaring Zura, before turning slightly to glance out of the corner of his eye at Kaoru. "At least, someone here has some level of manners." This fellow was irritating, Zura thought, as he grimaced at the seated old man, before sitting himself down beside Kaoru. Well, irritating or no, he was the mission client.

"Pour yourselves some tea if you want," the man began, before giving a wet cough and clearing his throat. "It's been in my family for maybe nine generations," he said, finally getting to Kaoru's question. "But I've fallen on hard times, and what's the point of keeping a valuable item when one can barely afford food? I've tried to sell it, but every time I did, it was returned the next day with the customer angrily demanding a refund and stating that the armor is cursed. Maybe it's even the reason for my hard times. I really have to sell that dratted thing!"

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