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[attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","kikan"]  “ ☆ Name: This Is a Stick Up - Part I Rank: C Repeatable: Yes Description: All over Konoha, reports have been coming in about small house robberies. Whom these people are is unknown, but they usually leave the house in shambles once raided. Petty bandits have been captured, but they refuse to give information on their leader. Regardless of this, Konoha can not allow it's citizens to continue being robbed. Information on the next home to be struck is held within Konoha's intelligence. But capturing them has proven to be a job only for skilled shinobi. Objective: Stay guard at the located home and stop the bandits. Take them alive. Killing them is not an option. Reward: 200 EXP and 25,000 Ryo Honoka had spent quite some time simply honing her craft and, when her off days permitted it, finally finding time to enjoy herself and see what life had to offer her. On one of these occasions she had the pleasure of meeting the fireball Kaori Shikiri. Honoka had never had the time to explore her sexuality, she never saw anyone as desirable and no one saw her that way. With such a juvenile understanding of herself, it was obvious why she'd be so flustered and confused yet eager with the situation. She had asked the woman to assist her in a mission today, for both the extra back up as well as a way to get better acquainted. Honoka had already headed off to obtain the mission, which was left to her discretion, and was now on her way to the rendezvous point at the village gates. The walk through town was at a brisk pace, and she bounced lively. Her own shinobi clothing was something everyone always found odd, but it was something that was easy to move in and didn't get in the way. Her white ensemble was always completed with a white trench coat and today was no different, the Miko unit wrapped up and hidden underneath it. At her sides were two scrolls, one filled with an extra puppet and the other filled with weaponry. She was as ready as she could be and hoped that would be enough, waving at the other woman as she finally got into view with her. Jogging lightly to hurry the pace, she arrived and briefly explained the details of the mission to her, as well as the location. Now that it was mission time, it was serious business. Every credit and accolade she earned was one that lifted her family even by a little. "Alright, are we ready to head out and get this done?" she asked with a tight smile, trying and failing to balance the work & play aspects. The sun would be setting soon, so there was just enough time for them to move and set up an ambush for the poor, unsuspecting suckers.  |
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Prelude -
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?
