Competition between brothers! [Private/Missions]

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Today was a seemingly normal day once again. As he sat up, wiping his eyes, Oboro squinted them open to view his surroundings. The scratch marks from last night were still visible as he couldn't sit still from where Hobbes was sitting on his chest. "Shit." He would say to himself. One had reopened and was now bleeding slightly. "How unfortunately clumsy." He would say while looking at his baby tiger. He hoped that Hobbes would learn how to retract his claws soon, as those little suckers stung when digging into his flesh. He poked at the marks on his skin slightly wincing when touching too roughly. What was he going to do with this little scamp? He chuckled to himself slightly before making his way to his shower in the nude, as always. He lathered his body from head to toe before rinsing and making his way out of the steamy, sauna like tub. The most erupted as soon as he opened the glass door, fogging up the bathroom. He rubbed his fingers up his obliques and abdomen, feeling rather tingly today. He made his way to the sink before giving a quick shave and putting on a little more than just his puffy suit. Today he wore the tunic as well, the black and yellow. The light pink and red didn't seem too flashy today. He made his way out of the rest room and scooped up his baby Hobbes from the bad. As usual, Hobbes did a stretch immediately before. It was time to go meet up with Garuda at the administration building. The two would be doing an abundance of missions throughout the next fee days. With a lack of Genin in the village, the missions still needed to be fulfilled and so, they would be tending to a good bit of the D Ranked missions today. It was likely going to be a good day, but it was a good chance for Hobbes to get some experience, seeing as how he was only a D rank. He had been an E until just yesterday in reality. Oboro smiled at the cub before heading out the door with him on the right shoulder, continuing his nap.

Luckily, Oboro lived rather close to the administration building. Oto wasn't really a huge village, they were actually seen as one of the weakest. The thought made Oboro scowl slightly. Would he be able to defend the village should there be intruders? He needed to talk to Shinsui some time soon about setting up traps around the village. As they were now, all they had were walls. They wouldn't hold very well should a ninja of high caliber raid. However, hopefully the ninja in the village would be able to withstand a barrage from another land. That was why Oboro had to get stronger. He and Shinsui seemed to be the only ones serious enough to protect the village. They were the ones out doing odd jobs to maintain the small home of theirs. They wouldn't let it fall so easily. However, that being said, Oboro would not die so easily. Should there be no other option, he would surrender. He couldn't leave Hobbes. He couldn't leave Akira. He grit his teeth as he passed his old, worn down home on the way to the administration building. This was all to overwhelming to think of. For now he needed to focus on his duties.

Once in the administration building, he met up with his best pal, Shinsui. The wolf boy seemed as good as ever. The two would make casual conversation before Oboro would make his way to the mission board. "There's ten up today, for D ranks at least. How's about this? You know out five, I'll knock out five?" Oboro carefully chose the five that he would be doing, allowing Shin to do the other five. First come, first serve ya know? Looking up, Hobbes was still asleep on his shoulder, lackadaisical as ever. After gathering his jobs, Oboro would nod at his brother and ask him to meet up here afterwards. The two had a bit of business to discuss. Oboro needed a huge favor from his best bro. "I'll catch ya later man!" He would say as he exited the building. The missions would be like a competition of sorts between the two.

With the doors behind him, the world was his oyster. He would probably complete these missions within the next hour, this was easy stuff. He would probably get some odd looks, seeing as how he would be a grown man doing such low level missions. The thought amused him simply. The first task was to go and collect three specific stamps from around the village for a local collection shopkeeper. They needed to be from the Hokage series and printed during the 5th era of Hokage. That wouldn't be super difficult. He made his way to a local pawn shop, hoping to find the stamps and if not, gather clues on where he could find them. As he made his way in, a seemingly toxic smell entered his nostrils. Something was absolutely putrid in the air, but he ignored it and talked to the clerk who wore a basic outfit topped with a name tag that read 'Stanley'. He would simply as him, "'Scuse me sir, you have any fifth era Hokage stamps of different variety?" The man explained that he had two different ones but was out due to the fact that the man currently leaving the store just bought ten. The man looked to be at least in his sixties, using a cane to walk. He had silvery hair on his scalp as well as a bit on his face. He was extremely polite when speaking to the Uchiha before him. After a bit of talking, Oboro convinced the man to give him one of the stamps with the silver tongue he was proud of. He looked at the stamps and gawked at their glossy coating. He was actually a bit surprised that the man would just hand it out to him. He was truly restful and would be sure to spare the old, silver haired man should he decide to destroy the world.

The package he needed to deliver was just across the street coincidentally. He picked it up, almost allowing Hobbes to fall off his shoulder, though his feline claws dug into Oboro's flesh, preventing his fall. He seemed happy with the result. However, this left the Uchiha with a stinging sensation in his shoulder as he lifted the package from the ground. The box was brown with yellow tape and a red tag reading 'Confidential'. It would probably be a good idea not to open it and to take it directly to the location directed on the package. It seemed as if it needed to be delivered a few blocks away. Odd that the person didn't just take it himself, seeing as how the distance wasn't far at all. However, he wasn't complaining about the practically free Ryo. 'Can't complain about that,' he would think to himself. As he made his way down the street, Hobbes hopped off of his shoulder, walking about freely. Oboro made sure to keep him in eyesight. If Hobbes got away, he would be forces to chase the little runt around, he refused to lose him. However, Hobbes kept close to him, seeming to be a bit frantic while walking on his own feet. He strutted around rather clumsily, leading Oboro to think that he should make him walk by himself for the remainder of the day.

As he made his way to the allotted address, Oboro weighed the package in his hand, testing its weight every few seconds. It wasn't exactly heavy and it didn't rattle about or give off a fragile feel. It was probably something plastic or wooden given the former information. However, Oboro didn't care too much, it was just something to keep his mind on. He had to keep himself busy, otherwise he would get bored very quickly. However, he was now at the location. It was a house, blank white with a door and many windows on the front. There seemed to be about three stories with each story supported by a set of pillars. "How... Spooky." Oboro would say with a smile. He kinda liked it, but had no time to be dealing with a haunted mansion for the moment.

It was now time to move on to the next mission. He checked his mental list while contemplating which to do next. "Well... I guess we're plucking some weeds." Oboro would say to his feline companion. He begrudgingly dragged himself back to the Daimyo building of which he would be pulling the weeds from. The building itself looked new, as Zanji pointed out before that it was recently renovated. However, the garden was already infested with weeds as well as dandy lions. The next few moments would be rather minor, though Oboro did enjoy working around beautiful, exotic flowers. The vibrant colors, the sweet, strong aroma, it was all perfect. He would begin with he west side of the patch as it had the most. It seemed as if the area was more dense with the dandy lions than anything else. One by one, he picked the buds as well as the blooms, separating the flowers from the toxic weeds. He would be done in no time. Hobbes laid to the side, nipping at a dandy lion of his own. He swatted it with his claw and caused the spores to hover out and go everywhere. This included in one of his nostrils. He sneezed and flailed furiously as the fuzzy ball invaded his nostrils causing him to go haywire. Oboro laughed loudly and asked his cub what he was doing, expecting to get no response from the beast as normal. He would get back to work and pluck the little strands of unwanted plants one by one. He decided to take a quick break after a few minutes, leaning against the stone walls. He rubbed his fingers across where the bricks were placed together, memorizing the texture. It was rough on his fingertips, however not noticeable by the human eye from a few feet away. He could appreciate this hidden texture. However, he was only wasting time as he observed it. He was sure that Shinsui wouldn't mind entirely too much if he was forces to wait a few extra minutes.

After a good bit of time wasting, ten minutes or so, Oboro began finishing up the plucking of the weeds. The garden was now looking as gorgeous as ever, sporting only the most colorful flowers as well as a weed free green grass. "Perfect, we're done here." Oboro would day to Hobbes before lifting him and cradling him in his arms belly up, like a baby. He rubbed the white chest of the tiger cub, causing the little runt to purr softly. He looked absolutely adorable as the sun shined on his red reddish orange fur, allowing it to glisten. What a resplendent little creature he was. He was reminded of himself as he looked at the tiny Hobbes. He was still rather small, able to fit in Oboro's palm. Such a delicate little creature held such a large part of his heart.

However, that was enough gazing at his beautiful little pet. He would need to move on to the next mission as soon as possible. Since he was already dealing with something similar. He would go and cut the lawns of the local villagers. He had to cut at least three to receive the proper credit for the mission. In any other case, the mission wouldn't even count and only act as a waste of time. That just wouldn't do. However, Hobbes would no longer be able to cat nap around the sounds of lawnmowers. Poor little kitten. Oboro chuckled to himself slightly.

His first lawn he would mow was Misses Michiwaka. She had a medium sized yard. However, her house was rather impressive. It was large and white with marble pillars reaching up what seemed to be reaching at least four stories. It was almost like a building at that point. However, she seemed to be wearing dirty clothes upon meeting him. It seemed awfully suspicious that she owned a house so nice, however he did not speak out and only mowed the lawn down by about four inches. It was a nice even cut by the time he was done. The air smelled of freshly cut grass as Oboro lifted his head into the air, inhaled and exasperated in pleasure. He would then make his way to the next house, Mister Wanta's. This yard was a bit smaller though not much easier when it came to difficulty due to the assorted shrubs in the area. Mister Wantas yard was a lot more logical considering its small house. It seemed a bit run down, the yellow paint slowly peeling of the sides. One of the windows seemed chipped at the edges, perhaps having a good bit of pressure pushed against it. The roof was even missing a good bit of shingles, leaving the bare wood visible. However, Oboro did not judge based on the mans home, he would still cut the grass. It was a bit rough forcing the lawnmower into the tighter spaces, though with a good bit of precision cutting, he eventually got the job done. Hobbes was terrified as Oboro hit a rock, once again leaving scratch marks in his flesh. He was almost tempted to have the cat declawed. It was getting frustrated. He then visited the final house. One that was average. The allotted house owner wasn't home, so Oboro just got straight to the job. This house was a greenish tint. It looked pretty gross in comparison to the first. It was impossible to tell if the green was from the weather or if it was painted that way. Either way, it was rather nasty. He had to cut a full foot off of the this persons yard, this was the definition of lawn cutting. He also had to cut down a few small bushes with supplied hedge clippers. He didn't mind doing a little bit of extra work. He had a good bit of the day left over anyways. It was now time for his last mission.

He made his way to the academy in little time. The kids gathered around and petted Hobbes for nearly half an hour. Hobbes simply stretched every few minutes, providing them something to exasperate at every now and then. He was doing a great job as the mascot for Team Oboro. He was cute and entertaining. Now all the furry feline really needed was to be strong and powerful. However, Oboro was required to teach the children a Jutsu. So he would teach them how to use the transformation technique. About nine tenths of the class was able to perfect the technique in very little time. The remaining two students were just goofing off and failed to grasp the aspects of the lesson. However three students in particular made amazing progress that Oboro was almost proud of. One student had even managed to do it on her first try. This one was a young girl named Nyaomi. She had perfected it in just one try. While she was seemingly unimpressive, she seemed to have amazing Chakra control. Oboro would speak to the girl privately. She was short as most children were, had black hair and no amazingly noticeable features other  than that of her abilities. She blushed as Oboro spoke to her, flattering him a bit. He would give her tips on how to further train and told her to seek him out should she ever need further help in balancing her Chakra. He was proud to have helped her.

With his day finally done, Oboro was ready to go back to the administration building after chit chatting with the sensei as Hobbes played with the students a little more. He seemed to enjoy the presence of Oto citizens, though he didn't generally like outsiders, constantly snarling and growling at them. He scooped up his cat and waved goodbye to the children, promising to visit in the future again. He left the building with a smile on his face as he was legitimately happy spending time with the kids. The Ryo was just extra.  Upon his exit, he made his way to the administration building, ready to meet up with Garuda.

Along the way, he stopped and got himself and Hobbes and ice cream cone each. While he loved the strawberry, the kitten seemed to prefer that of vanilla ice cream. The cold numbed his tongue and gave him quite a brain freeze after devouring it too quickly. How foolish of him. He should have been more careful after all.

He ran his hands along the wall as he entered the administration building to meet with his brother. Though, he did not see him in the lobby yet, meaning there was a good chance that he had not completed his missions yet. As much was to be expected considering it only took Oboro and hour and a half to finish his, including time in which he'd slacked off. It was now time to rest and wait for his pal to finish up his half so the two could split the reward. He definitely needed the Ryo. Hobbes needed new toys. And as for Oboro Uchiha himself... Well he had ideas for things that he wanted. And for these things that he wanted, he needed to make a good bit of pocket change. This was the perfect way to make that Ryo, or so he thought. Minimal effort for a decent pay and no chance of losing your life to a stranger. He was truly happy with that.

However, an owl arrived at the office, informing him that his brother wished to meet up at a bar to celebrate. How could he resist that?

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Oboro had never been to a bar before. For God's sake he was only nineteen years old. Though, he was nearly twenty and had no other choice but to meet with his brother to discuss the actions of the day that led up to the moment that was now. As he opened the door, it was clear where Garuda was, talking to an old man. There the spiky haired Uchiha would sit drinking and petting Nana, his beloved owl. Oboro never understood why the man didn't go for something more fearsome, like Hobbes a tiger. However, he didn't knock his brothers choice in slightest. As he gazed at Hobbes on his shoulder, he noticed that the beast was considerably bigger than when they found each other. Before long, the shoulder would not be a comfortable resting place for him. He would have to start walking on his own. The mere thought made Oboro chuckle as he pulled up a bar stool beside his brother who was already delving in the alcohols. "Despite how boring the missions were today, I'm happy the village is a bit tidier. To be frank, we need more Genin to help out with the lower rank missions. Its a bit ridiculous for ninja of our stature to do so." He joked with his brother. In reality he didn't mind at all... Not one bit.

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