by Setsuka Sun Aug 09, 2020 6:27 pm- Mission Details:
- Name: Who is Susan?
Rank: B-Rank
Participants: Moon Village, Sun Village, Missing Ninja
Type: Group Mission
Reward: 45 EXP, 20 Ryo
Location: Blending fields ( Region 9 )
Details: There are a breed of corrupted scorpions called Susan's Scorpions. There is no record of why they called Susan's Scorpions. However, they are a deadly species who bury themselves deep in the sands and wait for their prey. While their bodies are small, the size of a pig, their tales are thick and are as long as 5 meters. Their stings are highly venomous. Go and hunt down a Susan's Scorpion, bring back its stinger as proof. Keep in mind its exoskeleton is incredibly thick and durable.
Requirements: Each person must make at least four posts, totaling to 1600 WC
Just another day at one of the hottest places known to most Moon shinobi as the Red Desert. The sun shines brightly with clear skies with hardly any clouds visible. The landscape greatly expressed the meaning of a never ending midday with soft winds blowing across its sands. Visually it is truly a spectacle on how the colors of the sand mixed with some of the clay in the ground to give it such a natural crimson look. The setting was extraordinary for the young Moon shinobi since she has never seen such a sight before. A small trail of footprints lead towards a large hill of sand with great shade opposite to the sun on one side. Underneath the shade sat the Moon shinobi known as Setsuka Kishida. She sat there looking at the vastness of the sands and the clear blue sky. Her crimson eyes always illuminate a light color of crimson themselves while underneath the shade. The weather is quite hot and it wasn't something she is used to. Setsuka could only estimate the temperature is around ninety degrees Fahrenheit or rather thirty five degrees Celsius. No birds could be seen nor any other signs of life as far as the naked eye could see. Setsuka carries with her a straw umbrella and wearing formal shinobi attire from head to toe; a flat jacket, a forehead protector, ninja tabi, and ninja slacks; all black. Her fingers began to dig into the sands gently and began to draw silly doodles.
A part of her mind wonders aimlessly in deep spontaneous thoughts about the meaning of being a shinobi. She didn't clearly understood the meaning of what a shinobi is beyond their duty. She could only agree on the behalf of helping others as part of her duty. The doodles slowly became significant drawings of shinobi from the Moon village with indication of their village symbol drawn on the doodles. Setsuka's eyes became focused on the drawings more than anything. She knew where she was and how close she is to the village. While pondering the existence of it all, Setsuka began to slowly remember her past. Remembering how her aunt would shun her for doing the simplest tasks to even the training of basic combat. It wasn't quite the collective memories she cherished. Instead it further cause her confusion of her current predicament. Having traveled far from the Moon village to see the sands someone described was her true goal, however, the minute she arrived she had already picked up a mission that may be out of her scope in her own village.
Setsuka looks up at the sky slowly. Her claws sink into the sands as she takes a small chunk of it in her hands and slowly opens them to allow the sands to slip between her fingers. She sighs lightly. While closing her eyes, Setsuka slowly lays her back against the hill's sand. Her trail of thoughts continued to spiral around her own abilities as a proper shinobi. Questioning if she is even fit for such a job; the doubtfulness sank in her heart. "What am I doing with this life?", she asked herself aloud. "...Tch." A small frustration arose in her feelings. The mission is explained quite simple and could be done as simple. The truth is, Setsuka wouldn't really know where to look for them and she knew by not doing it alone could she succeed. Yet the ever lingering uneasiness of her heart was swaying her own future and present abilities. All she could do while under the warm shade is wait alone in her own troublesome thoughts. It was unlike Setsuka to reflect on herself in such a manner as the experience of such a new setting alone has stirred the thoughts themselves to blossom deeply. All there was left to do is to await of the arrival of the support of others for this mission. Warm winds begin to pick up.
WC: 662
