Trash in Bags, Recycling in Bins: D-Ranked Mission

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Mission Title: Trash in a Bags, Recycling in Bins
Mission Rank: D
Mission Pay: $50
Mission Participant(s): Ketsueki Takahashi
Mission Description: This is a simple, repetitive mission requiring no skill, except patience. Once in a while, a citizen of Sunagakure grows lazy. Although discouraged, it cannot be helped. A certain citizen by the name of Tamaki Miyako has requested help from the shinobi of Sunagakure. He has requested us to send a shinobi to aid him. In his backyard, there is a rather large pile of garbage. Sort the garbage; recycling goes in bins and trash goes in bags. Then, line them up neatly on the curb so they can be picked up.

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Takahashi: What? Why this mission?


Takahashi was standing with Jackal and Splinter outside of the Kazekage's Office. For the past week, the genin was pestering Jackal and Splinter over the upcoming mission. He fabricated fascinating stories and epic journies of the mission. Now, he was standing outside of the Kazekage's Office with a garbage man's mission. Of course, Taka didn't expect anything great, but he expected a little excitement, at the very least. Looking up at his two senseis, the boy expected to see similar shock in their face. Instead, to his surprise, there was amusement in their eyes. Shrugging, Takahashi left the mansion before his senseis could say anything more. At least it would get him some cash.


It was best to get this done with. Speeding down the rows of streets, the genin thought about the upcoming mission. Dark thoughts swarmed all over his the young shinobi’s mind. It overwhelmed him. The boy imagined a small, dilapidated house. Garbage and trash cluttered the dark corners of the house, filling up every corner with dusty garbage. Why couldn't Konoha have hired some local worker to complete this tiresome job? He was a shinobi, not a garbage man.


Takahashi: (I'll make this quick. I need to get back to training anyway.)


And so, the lone shinobi wounded his way down the streets that seemed to grow darker and darker. Light and noise from the busy main streets were soon gone, dissipating into the eerie quiet of the Konoha Slums. A low humming began to build up in his ears. The noise of quiet filled his mind. It was so deafening, that his head began to feel dizzy. It tortured him like an electrical chair.


Finally, a burst of light came into the view. The trees no longer blotted out the sunlight. Noise could be heard again. Squinting in the light, his eyes adjusted. There, in front of him, was the house that he was supposed to clean... It was a mansion!


In front of the house was a sign carved of wood: "Miyako Manor".


The name itself was intimidating. It sounded like a massive, dilapidated house. This house was massive, but definitely not dilapidated. It was a massive building, clean and tidy on the outside. Wide, clean grasses covered the remainder of the land. It was massive! Walking around the house, Takahashi inspected it, looking for possible signs of dirtiness. Suddenly, he came to a dumpster. A massive pile of junk, ranging from bottles and cans to broken statues, cluttered the yard. This wasn’t a small back yard either. It rolled up and down hills. After staring at all this, Takahashi had only one thing to say.


Takahashi: This should’ve been a C-Ranked Mission.

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Takahashi had plopped himself on the ground, staring at the massive heap of garbage. It was mid-morning at the birds were beginning to swelter under the humid sun, their songs wavering in the rays of heat.


???: What are you doing in mistresses’ backyard?


Whirling around, the warm genin saw a quite large lady holding a broomstick. Sweat was forming on the top of her head and she held the broom like a sword. Her eyebrows furrowed and the scars of teenage acme was evident. Then, sizing the genin up, she shouted out with a harsh and brutal voice which reminded Takahashi of old men.


???: You that genin that was sent to come here? You don’t look like much. Let’s see what you can do. I’ll take you to the mistress.


Takahashi wasn’t looking forward to seeing this mistress figure. If the mistress was half as bad as this plump lady, then he might just walk away from this mission. This mission wasn’t seeming too enjoyable. First this massive pile of garbage, then this plump lady, and now a mention of another mistress. Takahashi entered the mansion right behind the broom-carrying lady and immediately heard music. It was some type of opera. Takahashi was about to ask when the woman gave a brief but silencing glance. Finally, they made it up a long flight of stairs and into a menacing bedroom. They made their way up to a long curtain. Only a silhouette of a woman was visible through the large black curtain.


Takahashi: (Why is the woman hidden?)


Taka had no idea, but most likely her body. That woman was probably butt ugly and wanted to hide her features. The genin laughed inwardly. What a fool!


???: Laughing at me, eh? Start by putting all of the trash in the garbage bags and the recyclings in the large bins. NOW!

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Before he knew it, a bulging hand grabbed the back of his collar and he was dragged out the door. The woman behind the curtain let out a shrill laugh and the genin felt a pang of dread. He had best get started. As the genin approached the massive junk pile, the boy groaned and wrinkled his nose. The stench was horrible! Mold was growing all over the bottles and cans. That, however, wasn't the case for all of the garbage. Most of the garbage looked new. Half drunken orange juice bottles were scattered over the yard. Inside the bottles, the orange juice was still orange! Some of this garbage had to be recently thrown away.


Then, looking at the plump lady, the genin decided to have a little fun.


Takahashi: Scuse me, missis, what's your name?

Mrs. Sir: You may call me Mrs. Sir.


Mrs. Sir? What kind of name was that? Letting out a rude and obnoxious shout of laughter, Taka set to work under the frown of a simmering Mrs. Sir. After all, this Mrs. Sir wasn't the mistress, she wasn't in charge of him. This woman was just a little servant. Taking out several large bags and rolling over the large bins, the genin set to work. Takahashi estimated that it would take him around two hours to finish the work.


Picking up a moldy can from the bottom of the pile, Takahashi wrinkled his nose and put in into one of the large blue bins. An hour past and the boy shuffled through the massive pile. Quickly, the bags and bins filled up and Mrs. Sir grudgingly found him more bags and bins. The tedious work was getting easier. Soon, he developed tactics to hold the bags open while at the same time efficiently putting the garbage in. After the hour was up, he looked at the garbage pile. This was going to take much more than two hours at the rate he was cleaning. He had to find a more efficient way.


He needed speed.


Takahashi took out the red bottle from his pouch and took a sip of the warm red rabbit blood. The familiar feeling of muscles were bulging in his thighs and the boy began to run, separating the recycling from the garbage. Before half an hour, the boy had two large piles of trash: garbage and recycling. Mrs. Sir was looking on obviously interested at the genin's show of abilities. Now, taking a large black bag, the boy scooped up the trash into the bag. Immediately, an entire black bag was full!


The red-eyed boy was happy with his progress and continued to use this method. In fifteen minutes, all of the trash was gone. Asking for a shovel, the boy then shoveled all of the recycling into the large blue bins. Within another fifteen minutes, all of the recycling was gone. Wiping the dirt off his hands, the boy looked up at the sun and yelled...


Takahashi: Mission Compl...!

Mrs. Sir: Not so fast. You're not done yet.


Suddenly, a large bottle fell from the sky and hit him on the head, knocking him onto the floor.

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Takahashi was furious; he was a genin on a mission not a hired servant. Looking at Mrs. Sir’s gleeful smile, hethen refused to act perturbed. Inside, the genin was boiling, but on the outside, nothing was wrong. Evidentally, there was a party going on, and the host of this party (The Mistress), hired him in order to catch the trash. The people were instructed to just throw their trash out of the open windows! The Mistress must think that he had all day! No. Takahashi had training to complete and jutsu to learn. He didn't have time to catch garbage out of the air!


Storming into the mansion, Takahashi climbed a long, spiraling, flight of stairs that seemed endless; he reached The Mistress' room and politely bowed. Then, putting on a fabricated smile, the genin ask her how long the party would last. She giggled and told him that it would end in an 5 hours. Takahashi's eyebrows furrowed but he kept a straight face, eyes intent on the shadow of the lady.


Takahashi: (Five friggin hours? I can't wait that long.)

The Mistress: What's wrong, dear? Is this mission to difficult for you? Should we call a jounin?

Takahashi: No miss, not at all. Compared to the missions I have already completed, this is nothing.

The Mistress: Is that so? Well, that's fine. Do a good job... have fun.


Takahashi rolled his eyes and left the room. He walked down a few hallways and followed the music, coming to a large ball-room. Dancing couples were waltzing around the room while others talked and threw garbage out of the window. Takahashi jumped onto the stage and began to yell out to the gathered crowd. Soon, the music died down and the couples turned their heads to the genin. With all these people staring at him, he began to feel scared. However, the boy swallowed and began to speak.


Takahashi: Hello! My name is Takahashi and I have been told to make this announcement. We have been experience some difficulties in controlling our servants so we need all of you to do us a favor. We need you to stop throwing trash out of the windows. All of the cups, plates, cans, and the rest of your junk needs to go into this black bag. If you do so for us, then I will be happy to provide each of you with a complimentary and authentic Collector's Shinobi Kunai.


All of the crowd just mumbled and threw their trash in the garbage bag. Before long, the trash was in the black bags and the crowd was encouraged to not eat or drink anymore because of some dietary disease that Takahashi adroitly fabricated. Now, there was no more garbage to pick up, and all the boy had to do was to pick up the scarce amount of trash that was still on the lawn. Before long, everything was in the black bag and the boy, gleefully patting Mrs. Sir on the head, departed. He was home free.

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6/10

Pay 50
XP: 3

My main problem with this story was that it was a mission that had no real plot. There was no true conflict, it read a lot like a training post. I gave points for relatively innovative characters. The spelling and sentence structure was for the most part good so no points were loss on that front.

N.B. that the past tense of wind is wound, so he wound (pronounced like WOW-ND) his way up the road. Wounded is the past tense of the present tense verb wound (WOO-ND), which means to hurt someone. This is a mistake that can easily be prevented by reading the sentence out loud.

There were some other awkward and misused words, but over all I think your writing has improved a lot since you first joined SoS. All this mission really needed was a well conceived conflict and resolution that would be interesting to read, instead of a banal but slightly innovative twist on picking up trash. The story was original in it's conception but lacked interesting content. For your next mission think up an idea for a plot before you start writing and run it by some people in the spamzone or something if they think it's funny, interesting, or just a cool idea; then write a story around that concept.