Mission Destruction

Name: To Sit or Not to Sit
Rank: C
Type: Normal
Mission given by: Ninja Academy Professor
Rewards: 250 Ryo
Participants: Anyone
Daily: Once
Description: Although classes are still in session, the professor is needed elsewhere to tend to private matters. A shinobi is required to stand in and look after the class. While you are not there to teach, feel free to impart some knowledge on them. Discipline of course, is a must. Make sure that everyone follows your command and punish those who don't. Students should not be sleeping at any time. Also watch out for the occasional kid trying to skip by escaping class.

Twas the evening Juro was out and about on another mission to do. The clouds so dense you could only see the grey and white fog created by the clouds. The forest surrounding the village was dark a gloomy as ever. The time of the day gave a sleepy mood, though it was no time for sleep. Juro was assigned by the village to go talk to an Academy Professor to be a substitute for an hour. Juro walked up to the gates at the entrance of the Academy. Made from welded iron, had an arch and was supported by a concrete wall. Juro walked in with his pockets in his pocket. Opening the front doors to the left of him the office and to the right to him were stairs heading to the classrooms. Juro dug into his pocket pulling out a paper which had the room which he had to get to, "329" it read. Juro headed upstairs to the third floor and went down the hall and to his right was the room. Looking through the window on the door he could see the Professor waiting for him. Juro knocked on the door, and saw the Professor heading towards him. The door creaked open slowly

 The Professor brought Juro in and introduced him to the kids, then instructed Juro on what to do so then left out the door. Juro looked at the kids, an intelligent bunch, a nice ratio of males and females quiet and well mannered. They were probably bored out of there mind Juro thought. He began to class, "Well, class as you may not know already, you may refer to me a Juro. Please keep talking to a whisper voice. You may read, draw, or sit there and fiddle your thumbs. I can be easy with you guys or I can be our worst nightmare if you do not listen to me." Juro finished his instruction and sat down in the desk provided for him, just 1 hour of this he thought. Sitting in the comfortable office chair Juro grabbed a book and started to read it. The book was called, "The lamb and the gourd." It was about a small boy who lived on a prairie with his family. Something about natives getting mad at his  family for taking the land or something.. well the whole thing is it was BORING AS FUCK. In the middle of the book a screech came from somewhere in the class room. Juro's senses heightened as if he were a dog on the hunt. He dropped the book and walked to the area where the scream came from

Walking slowly towards the tantrum, a tear eyed kid sat in his desk. Juro had found child who was screaming, Juro spoke, "What's wrong?" the small child replied, "Tobi stole my pencil!", "Who is this Tobi?" The child pointed his finger towards Tobi. Juro looked into Tobi's eyes, he could see he was hiding something. Juro walked back over to his desk and picked up the book he dropped, "Tobi, could you please come here." Juro said while staring into the book. Tobi wobbled his way towards the desk which Juro sat at, "Did you steal that kids pencil?" "No sir." the kid has said with a shortened breath. That is what Tobi said at the exact moment when the pencil fell onto the ground out of his shorts. Juro took a deep breath, closed his book, placed it on the desk and turnt to Tobi. "Why did you steal his pencil?" "I don't know!" Juro lifted his mask revealing his mutilated and burnt face to the child, "Keep your soul pure so you don't end up like this." Juro put his mask back on his face, "Now go give that pencil back to that kick and make good friends, you cannot survive without any comrades." Juro watched as Tobi went to go return the pencil. The door creaked open and the Professor had returned. The Professor pointed Juro the way out the door. Standing up and waving goodbye to the kids as he left.

Exiting the door, Juro walked downstairs and exited through the front door, smh he thought

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Twas another day the sun was not visible, nor a single blotch of blue. The clouds shimmered over Kirigakure like a big white hat. Today was especially exiting for Juro had to do graveyard duty as it seems. He was told that he had to clean up the mess that the ANBU made because they had to go fiddle their thumbs somewhere else. The sight of dead bodies did not bother Juro, but the smell of them did. Luckily they were fresh so hopefully the decomposition process hadn't started yet. Juro was informed that the bodies were located at the outskirts of the village, which made Juro want to do this mission less and less. Juro was provided with several body bags which he held closely to him. Scaling the roof tops he slowly made his way towards the outskirts where he had to pick up the dead.

He had finally made it landing on the ground and ready to do some cleaning. It was like a battlefield, Kunai, Shuriken, and all sorts of things were everywhere. Walls were completely caved in and there was blood everywhere. Juro unfolded the first body bag and went to go look for some of the deceased. Walking through the blood drenched floor he spotted at the corner of his eye what seemed to be a deceased rouge ninja. He was wearing a bandanna over his face, and some casual clothing. His throat was slit by what most likely was a tanto or a kunai. Juro inspected the body closely to see if he could spot any bomb tags attached to the body. Noticing none, he grabbed the body by the legs and dragged it out next to the body bag. Juro opened up the body bag and tucked in the dead body into the bag. Zipping it closed Juro put the bag over his shoulder and plopped it in a corner. Juro grabbed another body bag and continued.

In the middle of picking up the bodies Juro had his guard lowered the whole time, besides when he is inspecting the bodies he had messed up. He had tripped over a wire, right when he noticed that he messed up. Juro leaped as far as he could from the wire during that moment. He had made the right choice that time, a bomb tag was triggered and the wall that was once there vanished in the matter of seconds. Juro's guard spiked up and he started to be more cautious of what he was doing. Juro took a deep breath and made sure to always check where he was checking and continued to gather more bodies.

Juro was gathering the bodies, 5 in total so far when he stumbled upon a deceased ANBU member. This was the first one he encountered. It was quite a morbid sight, but it did not bother Juro. Laying, and touching the wall the ANBU members body was half missing, it was as if he had blown up from the inside. The blood was still a nice dark red color, it was fresh. The mask he wore was still covering his face, and Juro made it stay that way. The ANBU wore a mask that resembled an owl in a way, Juro was always curious how the designs on the masks were assigned to the respective members. He dragged the body across the floor as it's guts poured out of his decimated rib cage. Placing the body in the bag and tucking it into the corner where the bodies where piled up. Juro continued to collect all the bodies he could find.

Juro had finally finished collecting the bodies that he could find. 3 ANBU members and 6 Rouge Ninja. He had to return all the bodies to the Morgue, and then he had another task to do. It was not located far from Juro's location. He would bring 1 body at a time, going back and forth as quickly as possible turning in the bodies to the Morgue. Juro's hands were covered in the dried brown blood from dragging the bodies all day. He asked the Morgue if there was a restroom he could use to wash his hands. Then showed him the way and he went. Opening the door of the restroom he washed off his filthy hands.

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Juro scrubbed the living hell out of his hands, the dried blood was in an intimate relationship with Juro's hands and did not want to get off. Stuck in between his fingers, and on his elbows. Juro had finally cleaned his hands and exited the restroom. Juro still had another mission to do, it was like hitting two birds with one stone. Juro had a thing about making money easily, it made him happy, who doesn't like money? He walked up to the Morgue worker and asked for the information about the family members he had to inform. The Morgue worked handed Juro a folder which held the information about the location of the family members. Then it followed by 3 papers to hand each family which would inform them about the burial that is going to happen later that day. Juro snatched the papers and walked outside. He opened the door and when he walked outside he stood there as if he were a stone.

Juro glazed at the paper that had the information about the location where the family lived. There were 3 families, one lived north of Juro, another lived in the southern outskirts, the last one lived in the heart of the village. Juro was closest to the one located in the outskirts so he headed that direction. Juro made it to the "house" half wood, half cement. Juro knocked on the half broken door trying his best not to break it any more. The door slowly creaked open and revealed an elderly lady who looked as if she was in her 70's, "Now what is a fine whipper snapper like you doing in ere'!" Juro was confused and replied, "I am sorry about this, but it seems your grandson Heywood Jablowme has passed away in battle.", "Oh, well I told him not to become a shinobi in the first place! ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵈᵘᵐᵇᵃˢˢ", "The funeral will be held at the cemetery later today, this paper has all the information about it's whereabouts" Juro said while handing the old lady the paper that held the information. Juro said his goodbyes and left the old woman and left to inform the other family members.

When Juro left he was worried that such a grandmother existed on this planet. He forgot about it and left to the family located in the center of the village. Slowly making his way he looked at the name of the deceased ANBU member and say it say, "Toss Misalad" , Juro then said, "What the fuck is with these names?" He took a deep breath and went to deliver the rest of the papers. Juro had finished the papers and went to the cemetery to help prepare the burials. The cloud started to darken due to the cloudiness, as Juro got to the cemetery. He helped dig up the holes for burying the bodies of the dead ANBU. Shoveling was good exercise for Juro, get those BICEPS FIRING GUH! The holes were dug, and the respective coffins were placed next to their holes. Juro looked at the entrance of the cemetery as the family members slowly poured inside of it. Juro noticed them getting closer, and he made sure everything was tidy and nice looking. It darkened slowly, more and more.

Juro stood in front of the crowds huddled around the holes ready to hold the deceased ANBU's. It got colder, Juro's breath was visible at the moment. The priest came out and began to spoke calmly out of a bible, "We gather aroun.. ~" A droplet of rain hit the priests nose, then it started. A heavy shower got everyone wet, the mood was not that good. It was sad and dampened, it was quite an odd feeling. The priest continues to speak as he and his bible got more damp by the second. The coffins were placed inside their respective holes. Juro waited as family members threw flowers and other objects in the holes where the coffins resided. He then grabbed the shovel and started to fill the holes with dirt. He then helped position the grave stone which was then placed over the dirt where the coffins were. The rain made everything more difficult of a task to do, but Juro did it for respect. The day was over, Juro was done, he left walking in the rain.



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Juro woke up from a deep sleep. His mask sat on the desk next to him, He yawned and stretched in his bed. The weather always makes Juro want to snooze anymore, but he has to fight it every day. Juro slithered out of his bed into his restroom to wash his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. The scars on his face noticeable as ever. He hated how his right cheeks skin was deformed as well as his necks. He took another look and then left the restroom. Juro put on his clothes and gathered his shit. Lastly he grabbed his mask and went out the door to do his mission. The Academy gave him a mission which would be to school a child of bad behavior. Juro never enjoyed dealing with snobby kids but he did like to teach them a lesson. Walking towards the academy, he had to head to the shuriken test where the child resides.

"Noob!" The misbehaved child said while he destroyed a kid when throwing shuriken in the test. Juro already knew how much of a problem this kid is going to be. Walking inside, Juro approached the counselor holding the competition. He told him that he was here for the mission to teach that snub a lesson. The counselor pointed Juro to the kid he had to teach a lesson to, he did as he was told. Juro walked over to where the naughty child was. The one kid who just got beat was squatted on the floor crying, while the spoiled child put him down. Juro walked up and said, "Ey kid, I challenge you to a shuriken throwing!, the child responded with a grunt, "Bruh, your going to get destoryed!", "Oh really? well here are the rules, 5 throws, so you get 5 I get 5, the one with the most bulls eyes wins? Is that good? ", "Yeah, whatever." The child said while rolling his eyes. "Well, let's see who goes first with a game of ro-sham-bo.", "Ok,", The child stuck his hand out in a fist shape, and so did Juro. They played a 1/1 game, The child lost. With out talk back he went filled with bravado. First throw, Miss. Second throw, bulls eye, Third throw, bulls eye. Fourth throw, miss. Fifth throw, bulls eye.

Juro was not impressed one bit, swiftly Juro threw all 5 shuriken at once. Each one made the bulls eye, the child then broke out into tears, he started to scream as if one of his family members died. Juro got worried, and was scared. He squatted down to the kid and patted him across the back, "Now you know how it feels being put down like that?", "It's ok, there is a reason why I am here, so you can grow out of these habits and become a better shinobi. Your sadness is from your insecurity, which you have to work on strengthening. There is something that is making you do this to others, and when it happens to you this happens, can you imagine how it feels when you do this to other people? Not good at all, but you just sit there and laugh at them worsening it. You should be ashamed of yourself. It's your fault but people always are given forgiveness. If you start to do good, the bad will go away, that's just how it works, now get up and go practice at shurkien throwing." Juro helped the kid get up, and then they continued to practice.

Juro told the kid about keeping his arm strait and always releasing the shuriken with a strait hand. Never to take his eyes off the target, or he will miss. It took a while for the kid to get it right, then he hit the bulls eye 80 percent of the time. Juro told him good job every time when he made the bulls eye. Juro was curious what would cause this kind of behavior out of a kid. Juro was done, he patted the kid on the head and said, "Do good, and you'll get good.", Juro said as he walked away to the counselor. Juro told him that he had changed and learnt how to act properly around people, He then headed for the exit but before leaving he shouted, "DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN I PROMISE YOU I'LL BE BACK READY TO CRACK THE WHIP!" Juro turn around and exited the building. It was over, Juro thought it would be worse of an experience but it was more of an eye opening one. Juro left to go grab a bite to eat, he had forgotten to eat breakfast when he left.

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