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[attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","game"] for @someone notes here [attr="class","kikan"]  “ ☆ Name: Garbage (Wo)Man Rank: D Repeatable: Yes Description: Konoha often times get filled with litter as it attempts to rebuild it's economy with bustling business. As such many different forms of trash can be found all about the village. Konoha is not known for being a dirty village. Objective: Pick up trash around the village. Reward: 100 EXP and 10,000 Ryo And yes, indeed, it seemed as if they had foisted the task of cleaning up the city to Honoka. Now, she wasn't someone who shied away from hard work and had no problem with manual labor. But the thought of picking up other people's trash scattered throughout the city for how long? Disgusting! As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew better. Her family needed her to earn money as well as fame and experience, and this was one of the fundamental stepping stones that she would have to begin crossing. "Maybe I'll find my prince charming here..." she muttered to herself, before smiling. With the joking put aside for the moment, there really wasn't anything left to do except get the job done. Looking down at her pristine white cloak, she thought it was the best decision to head home first and get rid of what she didn't need. Her parents were gone, so it was a quick trip in and out and she emerged with her hair pulled back and the cloak stored away. She was ready to begin as cleanliness is next to godliness, after all. Armed with a sharp trash picker, several garbage bags, and a couple of pairs of gloves she was ready to remove the filth from Konoha. Heading down into an alleyway, she noted that thanks to the several food stalls nearby people had tossed their leftover containers on the ground outside. Pieces of food, old cups, skewer sticks, and all of the like could be found scattered all around. Beginning with the large materials, she used the sharp stick to impale the pieces of trash and then deposited them within the open bag she currently had held open with her other hand. To get her mind off of the menial task at hand she allowed her thoughts to take over, and even began a comfortable hum as she cleaned up after the disgusting people of Konoha. Honestly! How hard was it to put the trash into the proper receptacle and have it taken care of via the proper channels?! Once she made proper headway through the larger things, she needed to crouch down in order to get some of the smaller pieces of trash that could be easily overlooked. Picking up pieces of paper and plastic that had various usages before, wrappings or lids, she stacked them up neatly before tossing them into the back. Picking up a combination of skewer sticks and left over cigarette butts, she could only cringe at what had already begun to build up. For a moment she wondered if it might be easier to just get out a puppet and have it do all of the work, but it seemed too much of an extra step. Sighing and pushing off of her thighs she lifted up into the air and stretched out her tired joints from being in a crouching position for so long. Dusting off her pants lightly, she picked up the bag that had gained some weight and made her way to the training field. Surprisingly, she had gotten a notice that too many people had left their dulled, broken, and worn weapons littered around the area. It wouldn't be a problem if the build up hadn't gotten so out of hand. The walk there was nice and refreshing, and she found herself talking to people on the way there. "Yeah, I know, but someone's gotta do it, right?" she joked when an older woman had expressed feeling sorry for her. "Oh? Well, you can take all of this and just let me know when you're done!" she answered before laughing with a little boy who had remarked how he wished he could do something to help. Feeling the breeze run through her hair, despite the circumstances, she found herself enjoying the day, so far at least. But there was so much more left to do, and she reminded herself that she needed to put a little more of a pep into her step as she made her way through the city.
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Post by Honoka Minamino on May 19, 2023 0:56:18 GMT -6
[attr="class","ig"]Making her way to the training field, she decided that it was best to grab better equipment and get rid of the trash she had already collected. Disposing of the bag into the proper location, she grabbed a barrel that was designed to hold harmful materials like broken shuriken, torn explosive tags, etc. Armed with new heavy gloves resistant against cuts so that the shards of metal wouldn't dig into her hands when picking them up, she admired them briefly. Honoka had no quarrels with getting hurt, that was the way of the shinobi, but her hands were incredibly important for her main technique and she couldn't carelessly damage them. Setting her mind to the task at hand, she tied some rope around the barrel and dragged it behind her along the way.
The cool breeze helped to ensure she didn't sweat while she moved along the lengthy distance. When she arrived, she set the barrel to the side and took in the sights first. For most of her life she had trained at either the academy or her own home, she had never ventured out here so it was quite extraordinary to her. She was a woman who loved the outdoors and nature, so all of this was amazing to her. The only thing out of place was the very nature of her objective. Moving toward the target area, and bringing the barrel closer, she noted that the debris was simply incredible. Various projectile weapons had been embedded into the targets and even more had remained in a broken pile on the ground surrounding. The chunks of metal were coating the floor like metallic cactus'.
Deciding to begin with the ground, she gingerly crouched down and began piling several pieces into her waiting hands. Once the pile had gotten to a decent amount, she raised herself off the ground and dropped the load of shards into the barrel. Hearing the various pieces clink and clang against the hard bottom was almost soothing. Going back to the pile and repeating the process several times allowed her to make quick work of the mess. The real problem was going to be cleaning up the ones stuck inside of the targets. Starting with a shuriken, she stuck her finger into the tiniest gap
that it allowed and attempted to pry it out. There was no give from the tool, so she found she had to approach with a better grip. Using both of her hands to slip her fingers through, she got into position and pulled as hard as she could.
The metal wheel didn't budge at first, requiring her to pull and wiggle before it got loose and finally pried it out. The momentum took her back a few paces and she let out an unladylike like yelp. Stumbling, she roared with triumph and threw the shuriken into the bin with anger. Next, she had determined that she would pry out a kunai and use that to help with the rest of them. Grabbing one deeply embedded within, she slid her finger through the loop and pulled. Perhaps because she was more aware of the amount of strength and pressure necessary but this one came out with less difficulty than the first one...however time had worn the kunai and the moment that it was free it had shattered into pieces in her hands.
Blinking twice, unable to believe that something like that could happen to her, she held the ring in her hand before tossing it toward the barrel. She missed, of course, and gathered all of the pieces up. Determined to finish this no matter what, she began attacking the targets like a madwoman. Some of them came out easily, some made her so frustrated that she briefly considered simply destroying everything and cleaning it up. The work was tedious beyond belief, but it was also somehow satisfying beyond comprehension. With a full bin, she began her walk back into the city determined to make one more stop before she finished up her work for the day.
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The cool breeze helped to ensure she didn't sweat while she moved along the lengthy distance. When she arrived, she set the barrel to the side and took in the sights first. For most of her life she had trained at either the academy or her own home, she had never ventured out here so it was quite extraordinary to her. She was a woman who loved the outdoors and nature, so all of this was amazing to her. The only thing out of place was the very nature of her objective. Moving toward the target area, and bringing the barrel closer, she noted that the debris was simply incredible. Various projectile weapons had been embedded into the targets and even more had remained in a broken pile on the ground surrounding. The chunks of metal were coating the floor like metallic cactus'.
Deciding to begin with the ground, she gingerly crouched down and began piling several pieces into her waiting hands. Once the pile had gotten to a decent amount, she raised herself off the ground and dropped the load of shards into the barrel. Hearing the various pieces clink and clang against the hard bottom was almost soothing. Going back to the pile and repeating the process several times allowed her to make quick work of the mess. The real problem was going to be cleaning up the ones stuck inside of the targets. Starting with a shuriken, she stuck her finger into the tiniest gap
that it allowed and attempted to pry it out. There was no give from the tool, so she found she had to approach with a better grip. Using both of her hands to slip her fingers through, she got into position and pulled as hard as she could.
The metal wheel didn't budge at first, requiring her to pull and wiggle before it got loose and finally pried it out. The momentum took her back a few paces and she let out an unladylike like yelp. Stumbling, she roared with triumph and threw the shuriken into the bin with anger. Next, she had determined that she would pry out a kunai and use that to help with the rest of them. Grabbing one deeply embedded within, she slid her finger through the loop and pulled. Perhaps because she was more aware of the amount of strength and pressure necessary but this one came out with less difficulty than the first one...however time had worn the kunai and the moment that it was free it had shattered into pieces in her hands.
Blinking twice, unable to believe that something like that could happen to her, she held the ring in her hand before tossing it toward the barrel. She missed, of course, and gathered all of the pieces up. Determined to finish this no matter what, she began attacking the targets like a madwoman. Some of them came out easily, some made her so frustrated that she briefly considered simply destroying everything and cleaning it up. The work was tedious beyond belief, but it was also somehow satisfying beyond comprehension. With a full bin, she began her walk back into the city determined to make one more stop before she finished up her work for the day.
