章節 34: D-Rank Mission Part-1
"Did you want to talk about the match?" Fuhaku asked, fumbling with the words slightly.
"What for?" Masaki blinked at Fuhaku , still in an introspective mood. At least it was quieter.
"So that next time we can do better," Fuhaku answered.
"Hn. You caught me off guard with that ninjutsu," Anzu said after a pause. "What was it?"
"It sort of went against my nature to explain my techniques, but this was my team. However, if I ever started doing a battle monologue helpfully entitled 'how to beat me' I'd ask someone to stab me." Fuhaku thought
"I have affinity for earth and water style jutsu so I can use the jutsu according to my chakra affinity" Fuhaku
"I used earth style earth bind jutsu to restrict your movement so that Misaki could take you by surprise and you won't be able to counter him" Fuhaku
Anzuin nodded. We kept talking about the match until sensei got there. It was nice. Companionable. Masaki and Anzu weren't exactly getting on but their comments were still mostly constructive.
"Well good morning, my cute little Genin." Yamato perched on top of the railing and waved at us.
"You're late!" Masaki shouted, jumping to his feet and pointing.
"So, today we're going to take a mission. Let's go to the Hokage's Tower."Yamato
Masaki cheered. That boy had way too much energy. Fuhaku pulled himself to his feet and flushed chakra through his body to dispel any lingering aches and pains. It wasn't quite a healing technique but it was still damned useful. More so than the instantaneous pain of getting hit, Fuhaku hated the lingering ache of overexertion.
We ambled to the Hokage's Tower, our pace set by Yamato who seemed to be going just slightly faster than the speed of a blind, geriatric cripple.
Regardless, the pace seemed to be really irritating my team mates if Anzu's hunched posture was any indication. You didn't even need to guess to know Masaki was annoyed, since he was very vocally proclaiming it.
"We're finally going to get a super cool mission and you're being all slow! Hurry up!"Masaki
Of course, given that Fuhaku knew what D-ranks were Masaki wasn't going to be very happy when we got there, either. D-ranks were chores, or maybe community service type missions. They were funded, or at the least subsidised by the village itself and so were usually for either the clans or other important figures. As far as Fuhaku was aware, clearing and restructuring the Training Fields after they get demolished is one of the most common D-rank missions in Konoha.
Although, Masaki's utterly stunned face when the Hokage read out the possible mission assignments was kind of amusing. Anzu seemed equally unimpressed. Yamato gave a very good impression of not paying any attention at all.
Fuhaku looked back and forth between them, wondering if any of them were going to answer the Hokage. Surely Yamato should?
He turned a page. The scraping of paper was very loud in the silence of the Mission Assignment room.
"Uh, babysitting?" Fuhaku looked uncertainly as the Hokage raised an eyebrow at us.
"Very well," Yamato said, picking up a scroll off the table and making a mark on his list. "Team Eleven accepts the mission to baby sit the Chief Councilor's three year old."
"What mission is it?" Masaki
"A D-rank mission, Masaki!" Iruka-sensei shouted back. "As new Genin, these are the kinds of missions you'll be doing until you gain some experience!"
Yamato caught the scroll lazily as it arched through the air. It might have seemed strange to throw important paperwork but properly rolled scrolls were strangely aerodynamic. That was probably the reason people still used them instead of books or files. It certainly can't have been for storage purposes.
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At the house of chief councilor
Shiji was a sweet kid that was entirely too used to having ninja teams baby sit him while his father was off in important meetings. The influx of strange people into his house bothered him not at all. We were rostered on for five hours, which included lunch, and had a whole schedule included. The missions scroll was amazingly well prepared for a D-rank which just emphasised the fact that this must be a commonly reoccurring mission.
"Read me a story, please?" Shinji asked, grabbing onto my pants and tugging. In one sticky hand he held a very battered and beloved copy of 'The Yellow Flash' which was possibly the most adored children's book in all of Konoha.
"Sure thing, sweetheart," Fuhaku said, picking him up and carrying him to the couch where he eagerly squirmed into my lap. It was at least an hour before we had to start cooking lunch - of which we had strict instructions as to what he would and would not eat and how to prepare it - and the others were just standing around awkwardly. Well, four people was probably overkill for a mission like this. If there had been more than one child, maybe, but even then Fuhaku was sure it would not need four people to take care of the kids.
"… And the Yellow Flash went Flash! Flash! Flash!" Fuhaku finished, performing the required flicking finger movements, the ones that always reminded me of light bulbs or flicking water.
"Flash! Flash! Flash!" Shiji giggled and clapped. "Again?"
Fuhaku looked at the clock. "Maybe not, sweetheart. Do you want to do some drawing?" Fuhaku asked, spying the crayons and paper on the floor. "We'll get Masaki to sit with you." Fuhaku wasn't really sure what the others were up to. He was just down the hallway.
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