by Sojiro Sakura Tue Jun 09, 2020 11:54 pm- Mission Details:
Name: Eliminate the Target
Rank: B-Rank
Participants: Moon Village, Sun Village, Missing Ninja
Type: Group Mission
Reward: 45 EXP, 20 Ryo
Location: Outside of a village
Details: This is what separates the basic every day ninja from your high profile shinobi, the assassination mission. This mission is asking you to eliminate a low level target, often a petty criminal, someone who has escaped prison who someone who could later disrupt the village. They are often not shinobi, but are of considerable power. This mission is simple, find and take out the target with as little repercussion as possible.
Requirements: Each person must make at least four posts, totally to 1600 WC.
With all the time that Sojiro Sakura had been spending traveling between the villages, he was starting to get familiar with the land and had been excited when his mission had taken him to the area around Lake Biwan. The last time that the man had found himself in the area, animals and people went missing, with a giant creature in the lake being the source of the terror! There had been an epic battle, although Sojiro had been unconscious for it, he believed his comrades when they said it was amazing. He had been excited to be back in the area because he had never actually gotten a chance to finish fishing in the area, curious as to what he could catch. So, when the mission told him that there was going to be a mission to assassinate some Bandit Leader that had set up shop nearby, he decided to show up at the meeting spot nearly twelve hours early! They were supposed to meet at night, so the man had taken it upon himself to actually come when the sun was still up and try to catch some fish.
By the time that night had descended upon Sojiro, he had mostly packed up his belongings and was sitting around a fire that he had started. There were at least ten fish that had been cut and cleaned cooking on sticks around the fire, seasoned already, and just being cooked to perfection. When the person joining him on this mission would approach the meeting spot, she'd be met with the odd sight of the Sun Shinobi lounging on a blanket next to the fire. The man seemed to be around 6'1", wearing a fairly basic looking outfit while resting there. He wore a pair of black pants on his lower body, which came down to about halfway down his calves before meeting nothing but bare skin and feet. A Flak Jacket would barely cover his upper body, open in the front to expose parts of his body showing a completely even tan that could only be earned by the harsh desert weather. Keeping back his raven-black hair was a red bandana with the metal plate of a Sun Shinobi on it. The man's ruby hues looked up at the stars in the sky, their sharpness accented by the thick lines that were underneath his eyes, the markings of his clan. Next to him was a small bad and a collection of tools, it seemed. There was a gauntlet that was resting there, his tool pouch, a windmill shuriken, and a sheathed blade that was covered by a white cloth.
By the time that night had descended upon Sojiro, he had mostly packed up his belongings and was sitting around a fire that he had started. There were at least ten fish that had been cut and cleaned cooking on sticks around the fire, seasoned already, and just being cooked to perfection. When the person joining him on this mission would approach the meeting spot, she'd be met with the odd sight of the Sun Shinobi lounging on a blanket next to the fire. The man seemed to be around 6'1", wearing a fairly basic looking outfit while resting there. He wore a pair of black pants on his lower body, which came down to about halfway down his calves before meeting nothing but bare skin and feet. A Flak Jacket would barely cover his upper body, open in the front to expose parts of his body showing a completely even tan that could only be earned by the harsh desert weather. Keeping back his raven-black hair was a red bandana with the metal plate of a Sun Shinobi on it. The man's ruby hues looked up at the stars in the sky, their sharpness accented by the thick lines that were underneath his eyes, the markings of his clan. Next to him was a small bad and a collection of tools, it seemed. There was a gauntlet that was resting there, his tool pouch, a windmill shuriken, and a sheathed blade that was covered by a white cloth.
