Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26510601-20170425155738

There was a great destiny that awaited every man and woman in this world, they just had to be the ones to search for it. In a world ravaged by war, not many could live long enough to do this. There were a privileged few that could live under the disguise of peace for some time. Not forever. Those who had this luxury were the inhabitants of a growing village, Kōgakure, and chief among them was the growing family of the Namikaze clan.

The morning gave purchase to steady winds that brought a cool breeze from the western mountains. It was pleasant as the sun tooks it place and the temperatures only rose more and more. It would've been downright unpleasant save the winds weren't present.

At the village's gate was a small gathering of people, most having remarkably blonde hair. It was almost all of the Namikaze, aside from a few others at home tending to their children and more. A quick head count would reveal that there were 11 or so Namikaze, the working force of their extended family. Most that Versace knew well of and had grown up around them for the most of his life. There was his father, Arata, his Uncle Kenji, and even more around including a few cousins and even one of his aunts. Arata moved ahead of the rest before turning to face them.

"Today, everybody, I brought us out because we need to serve our village again. Our lands are fertile, and there are great expanses of land we have yet to use. We must keep our soldiers fed, so that they can maintain their strength," Arata shrugged a little as an ambitious grin momentarily crept up on his lips, "Of course, it's an untapped business that could be very profitable."

A cheesy line that didn't get any laughs while Arata's own son, Versace, simply slept while standing up.

"Anyway, let's head out and start foraging."

From there the family began to walk from the village gate's and to a small caravan they had. Most loaded up into it while a few of the adults kept the side keeping a vigilant watch. In times like these, one could never be too cautious.

They traveled for an hour so towards the southwest until the mountains were nearby. From there most of the Namikaze unloaded from the caravan while the youngest and a caretaker were left behind. Versace only came with his dad and the others because he had nothing to do. Just stumbling about in the forest behind his dad, Arata.

"Alright everyone, split up and start taking samples," Arata said as they walked out from the thin strip of forest into an open field. Everyone began to move apart, although Versace stuck with his dad as he began to check the soil to see how it was.

Arata would get low to the ground and they use a bit of earth release to take out a small, compact piece of soil inspecting its tilth, consistency, and more. Afterward Arata replanted these patches of soil, and the same process went on for some hours as the day went on and the sun's heat went into full swing. Everyone but Versace was hard at work, there wasn't much for him to exactly do but he did cool himself and the others down with just some basic wind release usage to recreate the effect of something like a fan.

The field itself was large, but perhaps too much so. Animals frequented through here, evident by dropping as the loose consistency of most the ground itself. They found this out when the day neared its end that this specific field couldn't be used for farming. With that in mind, they went back to the caravan before heading home.

This would turn into a process of sorts as they continued the next day and the day after that. With their advanced technqiues and continued foraging outside of trying to find farmland alone they began to bring back produce, fruits and more, to feed themselves and their friends with.

This continued for a week until some more miles due south they found a small, open valley nestled between the mountains with the fertile lands to begin a life-long process. It was just another day for the family when they found it, Arata and the others were at hard work while Versace was taking a quick nap propped up against a rock.

"Finally," Arata proudly said as their week of hard work was finally coming to its due end, "is everyone else getting consistent readings?"

Arata yelled over to the others, and they too began to gesture however they could that they were seeing good signs of the fertile soils that they could begin their farming. It was the beginning of a history for this small family.

Over the next few days the entire family was brought out, helping unload supplies and gather their own materials from the near forests where they could simply bring down whole swathes of trees with simple jutsu which they could similarly use to refine the due material. While none in the family were known for their engineering, they had enough money to hire builders from the village to come out and bring up a house and barn where they could keep their supplies in storage.

This work being done in a shinobi world was much easier to build houses and things of the ilk but not so easy that it would be instant. In fact, it would take roughly 4 months which would be around the same time for the clan to reap from what they planted in the soil that day. Wheat, a staple product that was used to make almost every typical food found in a family's food. Bread, crackers, pasta, cerals; etc. Although they didn't have much land from the valley they were situated with, it was enough to make a bountiful reaping that they could start building up on this industry of theirs and expand out into the other nearby fields where they could then spend appropriate time and resources to correct the soil and begin expanding outward.

The Namikaze were the driving force behind preparing their own lands, they used all of what they could. The valley itself and all of the immediately available area (what wasn't covered by forest or unlevel terrain) was around 160 acres or so. 100 of which was already being mulched up and turned into appropriate farmland and the rest left alone for future plans. Hard work was done by the family to plant each and every field with seeds, with some help from other less notable clans that had already signed for work under the Namikaze to help maintain the crops since the Namikaze family was already to be dealing with almost every other aspect of the lands from there on after the houses were finished buildings.

From there, the collective time for all of this work came in somewhere between 2-3 works. At the end, the farmhouse was underway of being built and the fields were already starting to turn green as green, wheat stalks began to poke out from the ground. Many jobs would come from all of these things to help feed families as money and bartering was used to keep families fed and happy in Kōgakure. Not only for the average, working class man, but also shinobi too to help protect and keep vigilant guard of the farm while it was running. It was a burgeoning and booming prospect in the job market, although at this point the Namikaze were banking all they had into this untapped farming industry. It was all they had, and not even all their money was paying for everything as they had to barter some deals with their sown wheat and even turning to the fruits and vegetables they had started gathering since their foraging began in the first place.

If it all worked out however, it would mean an increase in jobs and better economy for Kōgakure outside of its black steel trade and shinobi force. It also meant more mouths they could feed, and a better and healthier surplus of shinobi to defend these lands and help bring about that peace that deep down everyone in this country deserved. 