Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160415125053/@comment-26510601-20160425034945

It was the dawn of a new day, a new face soon to be shown amongst the many who had served and protected this village for some time now. This came in the form of Isamu Taira, a young boy who was currently within a room of his that was a part of a house residing within a near-suburban area residing within the heart of Konohagakure. The Village Hidden in the Leaves had been peaceful in this past year and a half relatively speaking, shinobi strongly endured through the troubling world they took part in, and the people went on with their lives as many others did their best to move ahead after the Masked Shinobi incident.

Isamu himself was relatively unaffected by the troubling event that occured some time ago, in fact it was around the same time he and his friends had graduated from the Academy as new, spry genin. It was that same group of friends that grew with each other in a year of peace, the only thing that separated them recently was some moral conflict deep within that unsettled Isamu and eventually led a transfer to a new and interesting squad led Kinshi Senju of the Wood Release. Despite the small time the team had existed, it already had brought out two people who passed the Chūnin Exams on their first try, and of those two: A single, rising star by the name of Keldran Fūma who even became a jōnin.

A team meeting introducing Isamu to his new teammates had yet to happen, but still he was an acting shinobi. Even today as he rose from his bed, the optimistic young boy already knew what he was going to be doing this day as he rubbed the lids ofs his emerald, green eyes. He was a bit bare at the moment, showing his exposed body as he wore nothing but a pair of briefs that did little to take away from his thin, fair frame. Pushing away the thin tapestry that was his blanket, Isamu rolled over from his mat of a bed before picking himself up from the ground.

As he finally got on his feet, Isamu looked around with half-shut eyes while his right hand ran through his hair. A deep sigh came from his pursed lips while his delicate features contorted and twisted into different expressions to work out the stiffness that was a downfall of laying on the side of one's face.

At the same time, he began working around his room and looking through his dresser, trying to find which pair of clothing he'd personally find the best to wear out in the public. While there were many choices which had, ranging from floral kimonos all the way to raging red haioris; there was one that stood out. It always did, leaving little to actual choice in these sort of matters. There was a simple black garb consisting of a tight hakama and kimono, with matching obi and so forth. There were no distinguishing features it held, but that was the best part about it to Isamu.

Quickly, he took it from his dresser and began to dress up in the outfit that was once said to be used by shinobi of the night. After some moments, another glance at this boy and he'd look to be an incarnate of the shadows around. The only thing missing on his being that wouldn't make him almost completely covered was his hood and mask which were both strung around on opposing sides of Isamu's neck before they meshed in with the rest of the tight kimono he was wearing.

With all of this, he began to quickly head out of his room and was instantly in the living room of his house. Swiftly, he headed towards an opneing in the room that led to another, this being the kitchen where some recent food had been prepared and cooked. Rice, some fresh slices of eel, and even more with a glass of water. A note was laying by this small banquet which Isamu looked at and read with diligent eyes.

"Good morning, Isa! I made some breakfast for everyone, your uncle had to leave on an A-rank and probably won't be back for the next week. If you're still around, I'll be back in an hour or two.

From,

Mom"

Isamu's expression turned to one of a slight disappointment, his uncle usually helped him train and now he'd have to train on his own for some time. But as soon as the look came, it was gone, Isamu understood his uncle was serving his village proudly for the daimyo and hokage as any honorable man would.

Quickly, Isamu ate his breakfast. Devouring one dish and leading to another, a rinse and repeat process that eventually led to a very satisfied Isamu and a much more empty set of bowls. With that, he slowly rose from the table and headed over to a door that was at the front of the living room. Before he went out, his eyes took notice of a crimson-stained sword that rested by the door. HE quickly grabbed it and set it on the left side of his hip where it was held in place by his obi. Now heading outside of the door, and in turn out from his house, Isamu was well on his way to continuing his day.

In front of him, a myriad of people constantly moved throughout the streets. People of all sorts traveling through the large street, making their way to the markets, their jobs, or perhaps simply back to their houses.

Joining within the "streams" of Konoha's streets, Isamu made a pleasant walk as he embraced the great weather the village was having today, and the many people around him who were talking about their lives. It only lasted for so long though, not to say the day was any less enjoyable, but Isamu eventually reached his destination at the Academy and diverged from the traffic of people that walked through the streets.

Passing through the large building's front doors, he was met with the familiar sounds of teacher's lecturing their students, but even louder being other student's mafficking about in the hallways further down in this building. It brought back nostalgic memories to say the least, even some embarrassing ones of the weird things Isamu and his friends sometimes did here. Letting such thoughts go, Isamu cruised down the hallway and turned to the right to head down another corridor with an uneasy smile on his face as second-hand shame from the way he acted back then.

Traipsing through these long, twisted hallways eventually led to a detachmnet of the Academy marked by a board just before the open area "Mission Assignment Room". It was where Isamu wanted to be, just as he decided this morning he wanted to go on a mission. Walking within, there was a number of other shinobi gathered around who were reviewing over missions before taking them on or simply looking at the previews of context that some had for them.

Isamu fell in line with the others, his gaze looking over the board and some of the missions laid out on the tables before the Konoha council that regularly frequented this specific room to provide quick jurisdiction on if someone could take a mission or not.

Noticing there was rare amount of C-ranks on the board, Isamu began looking over to D-ranks even but still there was little to nothing to be seen. Isamu wasn't sure how to handle this, as he knew he was going on a mission today, no matter what. The boy looked over to the B-rank section and closed his eyes as he reached out for one of the many overflowing papers that adorned this section.

Opening his eyes as his hand grabbed a hold of a paper and tore it from the board, Isamu began to scan over the piece.

'A serial killer?... Yikes, but with me and a couple of other people, we could definitely take this guy out.' Thought Isamu as he turned around over to the table where the council resided. He quickly walked up to one of the elders there, specifically a rather large husky man who didn't appear too happy to be in this room full of people. Little did Isamu know, this was Godric Fūma; head of the Fūma clan.

Isamu set the paper on the desk before Godric, kindly asking, "Good morning, I think I was wanting to take on this mission with whoever I could find to join in with me. If I could, could you tell me a bit about this mission?"