Monthly Delivery [Solo Mission]

Mission Details:

Another day in Hana Island Capital, another monthly task to accomplish. Kohana's time to focus primarily on training was over as she needed to pull her own weight for the Iron Wolves gang. With this tournament coming up, Kohana needs to bring up the slack she possibly had brought upon the gang. This small job was simple. Just take this parcel over to some guy named Kuroji Midai. Somebody Kohana never heard of, but she stays the parcel in her hip pouch since there was enough room for it in there.

Walking down the street was no problem as there really isn't anyone to bother her. Not like she was famous to anyone either. However, Kohana's eyes held a certain ambition. Passion to break out of these slums and to get higher in authority. Perhaps even to govern the nation herself, and to do that she'll need to overthrow the Daimyo of Land of Sea. Alone however, Kohana will surely fail. If she waited any longer it might be too late and then Kohana will have to deal with a more powerful threat with no backing.

These thoughts remain silent to the world as Kohana didn't want to reveal her plan until it was time to execute them. For now, she walked through the dark alleyways and perhaps weave through some abandoned building or three. She didn't really care where she was going as even another person's house Kohana could just climb over it. Her steps were swift and quiet so hopefully no one of the guards would notice. After all, Daimyo's elite guard is usually stationed near his palace.

Eventually Kohana comes upon a sub-division, a neighborhood as some people call it. Went by the name of Cal-Abora. It was a much cleaner area than the slums as Kohana can actually see the green from the grass. The buildings hardly held any grim or dirt as the windows were so clear. It amazed Kohana as she doesn't often come out of the slums. Her once dark eyes held a glimmer of light as she slowly took in the scenery. It was a decent neighborhood for sure, but Kohana this was amazing to her. It even made Kohana wonder if maybe her parents, her real parents, lived in a place like this. Granted she is grateful for her fostered father who took care of her until he could no longer. Her calculative mind started to brainstorm on the architecture and how it was probably built. Of course without looking at a blueprint, it was all to her speculation.

Regardless, focusing on the task at hand Kohana walked down the streets as she was scanning for an address. A specific number. There was so many houses to scan through that it was starting to make her heads spin. Didn't help matters that the numbers seem to be random for each house. Eventually, Kohana finds the house that she was looking for. It was a neat house for it was two stories tall and seems to be quite spacious. It even has a palm tree in the front yard surrounded with even grass. So Kohana strolled along the pathway of stone slabs to the front door. Of course she had to skip over the small set of stairs leading up to an open air porch. The wood was mahogany and shiny due to the polish. Oh how Kohana envies these people, but she knocks on the door and patiently waited.

Eventually the sound of a kid calling out to someone from inside the house was heard. Kohana secretly wondered just what kind of man this Kuroji was, and if he has a family of his own then why get his hands dirty? Kohana's suspicion seems to be right on the money as nobody in this city is innocent. Truthfully, Kohana wouldn't doubt if there is anyone in this world who hasn't done something wrong. Whether it was deal gone bad or just getting mixed in with the wrong crowd.

A mechanical click from the door caught Kohana's attention, and opening the door is a well dressed Man of maybe in his early 30's. He wore a silk long sleeved shirt with a Velvet be of Royal purple and brass buttons. His hair was short and dark yet glossy as it was slicked back. The guy even has a trimmed mutton chops on the side of his face. The guy also wore black slacks, yet his feet were bare. What's more, on one arm is a small girl with dark locks and has such cute doe eyes.

"Kuroji Midai?" Kohana briefly asked, and the man nods his head in agreement.

"Tis I. Can I help you?" Kuroji followed up, and Kohana's silent response was to reach in her hip pouch to bring out the parcel. It was wrapped up in paper, so it's not like anyone can really see what's inside.

"Mail delivery. Have a good day." Kohana responded as the man takes the package in hand. At first he was hesitant, albeit subtle, but he took it anyways. When he does Kohana turned on her heel and started walking off.

"W-wait! May I get the name of my deliverer?" Him calling for her caused Kohana to stop at the edge of the porch. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him before responding in short and efficiently.

"Nightbane." He seemed to be satisfied with that answer, so Kohana took her leave from the house. Considering this was an easy job success.

1031 WC

[Exit]