Board Thread:Kirigakure Missions/@comment-27975781-20160326053248/@comment-27960448-20160328192802

 

Eshima: “Excuse me young one. Ah! You’re shinobi. Pardon me, you must’ve been a part of this entire travesty. Can’t imagine how you must feel.”  Mizumi: (he sighs, and shrugs his shoulders.) “Is there something you need, miss?”  Eshima: “Oh! Yes, well…” (She looks down to the ground, at a nearby fallen Kaguya; Mizumi's gaze follows hers) “Throughout the village, several bodies linger. Whether Kaguya, or the innocent of this village, we shouldn’t leave them there like that. I’m gathering anyone who is able to lend a hand. Please, could you help us bury them and lay them to rest?”  Mizumi: "I Suppose.. there's no fault in that."

Mizumi responded with a very dry and tasteless tone, as if he had no interest  in burying the savages that had laid waste to the village in which he had grown up in. The sight of their bodies on the ground somewhat made him pleased, it gave him a sense of reassurance that it was all over. He didn't want to be reminded of what he had to do, and what he had seen. The lot of it changed him as a person, and gave him values of which he never had before. His face was turned sour, as if he didn't want to participate in the Elderly Woman's request, though his father and mother had taught him better to display such rude thoughts aloud, so for now he'd assist. However, he would not pretend that this pleased him; he would not change his morals to make it somewhat easier in the eyes of this woman, to let go of an event that changed and shaped our village for the future, rather it be in a good way or bad. They had started in the northern sector, and it seemed some of the volunteers she had already chosen were helping to move the bodies here. A paved dirt road let to an outskirts location, slightly outside of the city walls and behind a thickened brush of trees and bushes alike, oak and pine, swelling the air with tasteful scents of a Water Country Autumn. The body's had seemed to be taken there. Mizumi was somewhat disgusted by the smell, and wasn't sure how exactly they were dealing with it; dealing with carrying such filth for such a long time. Growing up here, he of course, adapted the mindset of those around him. Whilst young, and hearing the adults talk, he realized that these clansmen and women were spawns of something else; savage creatures, only allowed into the coalition for their pure intentions and ability to conduct warfare.

The North District had been being swept purely for the Older Woman's request. It was amazing to see that no matter how dark and seclusive people in the Mist could be, they hadn't all lost their manners. They all contributed to the simple request of a woman half of them didn't know. Before her, everyone stepped over the bodies; they were somewhat a symbol of some kind. They reminded everyone of the triumphant victory they had won over the savages. Its great to have some sort of symbol, it keeps people on their toes and keeps them going. The large crowd of shinobi and civilians alike now traveled towards the west district, traveling counter clockwise in the village. The bodies were scattered about, since the west district was known for its shops and markets, everyone had to scatter in groups to cover the most ground. Mizumi had followed behind an older male, a civilian with pastel-like indigo hair, soft to the touch it seemed, as it trailed down his back in a long ponytail. Mizumi had been pacing back and forth, looking for the source of the stench that was in the new area, the new, much larger area. The marketplace hadn't been bustling the way it was previously. Apples and carts had been flipped upside down, laid to waste. Fruits and vegetables alike were rotten, torn to pieces by street-cats and rodents, ripped to shreds; its as if the villagers didn't care about the state of the village. You'd think after the revolt things would seem more revolutionary, renaissance, reborn. But instead, the Village had seemingly fallen into a state of depression. No one really came from their homes, and the only thing that was being rebuilt completely was the Mizukage's mansion; had that been all he cared about? It angered him, to the point where his hands clenched into fists, perspiration flowing from the pores of his palms and dripping down his wrists. Mizumi saw a body, knowing that it was his carrying limit he wouldn't come back for another. The Young, white haired woman that was hung over his back had already began to decay; the crowd of volunteers had all found bodies themselves, and were carrying them towards a drop off point, where more volunteers were digging proper graves.

Exiting the Western District, the Southern District was the next location. The Southern district was known for millitary, front line defense, things of the matter. Blacksmiths, weaponsmiths, the academy, some general barracks and things of the sort. Because of this, the bodies in this area were plentiful. Mizumi had already grown frustrated towards the Mizukage for even letting this happen, and the thoughts in his head grew rabid and foul, and as much as he wanted to quit he had made an agreement with the woman. Determined to get the job done, he was unsure how long it would take to carry all of these bodies to the drop off and burial point. With great concentration, he planted his feet into the paved roads beneath him, his hands first clasping together to create a central point of chakra. He then, formed a shape with both of his hands. The index and pointer finger, were the only fingers pointing outwards in both of his hands. He lastly Crossed them over each other, vertically and horizontally, his voice ringing and echoing in the area.

Mizumi: "Kage Bushin no Jutsu!"

In a puff of smoke came a clone, one, solid clone. This was his first time successfully completing the technique; his first time forming a clone without passing out immediately afterwards. He felt the wave of dizziness hit him shortly after but he exerted all his strength in order to keep himself up and going. Following suit, the clone had walked parallel to Mizumi and the crowd, in order to help with the bodies. Both of them picked up one, the crowd picking up the others, as the drop off point wasn't too far off. When dropping those off, it was easily on to the next district, the eastern one. The eastern district was home to most residential areas so the body count was of normal count, most of them had already been retrieved by the love ones that had lived in the area, so Mizumi didn't even have to touch a body in that district, and that was something he was thankful for. He was practicing now; practicing his stamina and chakra control, realizing that the longer he allowed his clone to remain intact, the better he'd be able to utilize the technique in the future.

The Final trip was to the central District. This district was home to the higher-ups of Kirigakure, along with the Mizukage's mansion, which was being rebuilt. Tall buildings and apartments with grassy and moss-like accents on both the roof and windows were seen towering above them. Vines hung from the older buildings, flowing down to the ground beneath, causing civilians to move or watch their step before being smacked in the face with one. Mizumi's eyes peered forward, looking towards the locatioon the crowd had been walking to next, the bodies slaying their helpless. Both mizumi and his clone approached a horrific scene; Towards the entrance of the central district, laid a man, dead, with a shuriken lodged in his spine, beneath him was his daughter, who could only be seen as Mizumi's clone roleld his body off of hers. The entire left side of her body had been burned immensely, and on the side of her hip and axe was lodged. She had been targeted by more than one of the savage members. Mizumi grunted in frustration, his teeth grinding against each other with great anger and rage, quelling inside of him more and more by the second. Mizumi dislodged the axe, whilst his clone took the shuriken from the man's back. The both of them picked up the man and his daughter, to take them to the drop off point to be burried. As the final events for the day, Headstones were being crafted, and the last bit of dirt were being thrown atop bodies and graves alike. Love ones were buried with each other, whilst children were buried with their mothers. The elderly woman was there for the final ceremony, in which she spoke words to honor those both alive and dead; she spoke the final goodbye...