When the comforts of civilization begin to dull our senses, we must never forget that in the beginning, there was war. And war. And more war. Long before there were empires, there were humans consumed with greed and the hunger for power. Resources, territories, information—these were the forms of sustenance upon which we preyed. Today, we call such habits vices. Oh, how arrogant we have become! Are we not still impelled by those primordial emotions? Is the advent of war so far-fetched? But alas, for you to truly understand, we must dive deeper into this land’s half-forgotten past.
There was a time when might was the only law that humankind knew. Fearsome clans roamed throughout the land, seeking amenable grounds within which they could take root and opposing forces against whom they could test their mettle. Given the irregularity of nature’s bounty, certain regions appealed more than others, and dominion over such coveted territories became the spark that ignited the earliest inter-clan wars. These fierce, internecine affairs tended to conclude only when one side had decimated their competition into oblivion, and many clans of story were rendered extinct during this period.
The victors of war, having claimed their territories, often made truces with surrounding locals, offering protection in exchange for access to the yields of agriculture. Over time, certain communities emerged as more dominant than others, either due to numbers or sheer talent, and their rapid expansion would force smaller, neighboring communities to either collapse into their fold or be devastated. When the dust settled, humankind found itself divided into the five major territories that we are familiar with today. And was the bloodshed over? With our lands obtained and our bellies filled, were we finally content?
06/01/2023 June is for Juggin
We made it y’all, another month of OTA, and fresh off the press we have another promotion ready. Leaving behind the opening bonus sadly, we welcome the jugggggg! June is for juggin AKA working hard, so we are making it a double rewards month for every mission completed! Yes we said it's double rewards, now you all can really get into the thick of those builds if you work hard enough. And who knows what you might uncover in the process. AND all jobs are free to enroll no quest EXCEPT ANBU(Black Ops) roles.
☆ Name: Tag - Part I Rank: D Repeatable: Yes Description: Some kids weren't cut out to be shinobi, as it happens from time to time. However those whom failed from the academy still has their training with them, and they refuse to do nothing with it. Using their abilities they have been putting graffiti all over Kumogakure. Help clean off the graffiti marked within Kumogakure. Objective: Clean the village.
Reward: 100 EXP and 10,000 Ryo
In the midst of a vibrant day in the village, Xio found himself embarking on an impromptu mission, the kind that always seemed to present itself when least expected. With a dash of luck, or perhaps misfortune, he had been assigned a task that would keep him within the village walls. Donning his trusted mission attire, a blend of practicality and style, the determined genin set out towards the local weapon shop, which had fallen victim to the notorious taggers of Kumo.
Upon reaching his destination, Xio stepped into the bustling shop, the scent of freshly forged blades and polished armor filling the air. His arrival did not go unnoticed, as the seasoned storage manager greeted him with a warm smile.
"Welcome, young man! I assume you're here to lend a hand with our defaced wall?" the manager inquired, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Xio nodded affirmatively, his determination shining through his gaze. "Yes, sir. Could you kindly show me the way?"
With a gesture, the older gentleman led the way, guiding Xio to the back of the shop and into a spacious alleyway. There, sprawled across the wall, was a mural depicting a larger-than-life chicken clutching a jug of sake. The unexpected sight caught Xio off guard, and a burst of laughter escaped him, echoing through the alley. After a moment, he regained his composure, his face beaming with a mischievous grin.
"Bring me the cleaning supplies, and I'll have this taken care of in no time," Xio confidently declared, his voice infused with determination and a touch of playful energy.
The storage manager nodded, impressed by the genin's resolve. He swiftly retrieved a bucket filled with soapy water, an assortment of brushes, and a cloth. Handing them over to Xio, he stepped back to give him space, the trust in his eyes evident.
Eager to restore the wall to its former glory, Xio rolled up his sleeves and dipped the brush into the soapy water. With each stroke, the paint began to dissolve, revealing the original surface beneath. As he worked his way through the intricate details of the mural, the genin's focus and skill became apparent. He maneuvered the brush with precision, gently removing the vibrant hues that had marred the wall.
Time seemed to fly by as Xio immersed himself in the task, his determination undeterred. As the last traces of paint vanished, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. The wall, once defaced, now stood as a testament to his dedication and the power of restoration. A sense of satisfaction washed over him, mingled with a newfound appreciation for the artistry of the original design.
Turning to the storage manager, Xio offered a genuine smile, his eyes gleaming with pride. "There you have it, sir. Good as new!"
The older man's face lit up with gratitude, as he marveled at the transformation before him. "You have done a remarkable job, young man. The wall looks splendid once again."
With the mission accomplished, Xio bid farewell to the storage manager and the weapon shop, his spirits soaring with a sense of fulfillment. As he made his way back through the village, a spring in his step, he couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. Though a seemingly small task, he had contributed to the preservation of the village's beauty and upheld the values of his shinobi training.
With every mission, no matter how unexpected, Xio discovered that there was always something to be gained. And as the sun continued its journey across the sky, casting a warm glow over the village, he embraced the adventure that awaited him, eager to face whatever challenges
