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Daiko looks down at the mission scroll that he was holding in his hands. Squinting, he sighs softly upon reading what it was that he was to be doing. Though he did want to get when it came to being a shinobi... He didn't know that this is what that meant. Cleaning up trash..? From some wrecked ships? It was their own fault that they couldn't maneuver the damn thing well enough to keep the hull from dry land. He wasn't quite sure why it was up to him to clean up the mess, but he didn't mind having the extra ryo to line his pockets.
Daiko makes his way to the beaches he was tasked to clean, picking up a couple pair of gloves on the way. He has a strong feeling that it would take more than one set to deal with what he was about to witness. Coming around the docks, Daiko sees the ships in question and sighs. Of course. It wasn't like there were luxury cruises driving with reckless abandon. These were trade ships. The first one.. Was the worst. Walking up to it, Daiko could sense the bitter tinge of rotting meat on the air from 20 meters away. Taking a deep breath, he makes his way over to it and begins to pick up the refuse and put it in large bins labeled 'Trash' and another labeled 'Why has this been left to rot in the sun'
After cleaning up the refuse from that large ship, vomit lining his throat, Daiko makes his way over to a more dingey ship. It wasn't as large as the last, and it seemed like whatever was shipped on this was quickly taken and hidden away. At least it wasn't raw meat. Daiko nodded his head, picking up the barnacle coated pieces of wood and putting them in the correct bins. Wiping his forehead with his wrist, Daiko drops the gloves that had been destroyed in his efforts into the secondary bin. Time to get paid.
[Exit]
5xp
Daiko looks down at the mission scroll that he was holding in his hands. Squinting, he sighs softly upon reading what it was that he was to be doing. Though he did want to get when it came to being a shinobi... He didn't know that this is what that meant. Cleaning up trash..? From some wrecked ships? It was their own fault that they couldn't maneuver the damn thing well enough to keep the hull from dry land. He wasn't quite sure why it was up to him to clean up the mess, but he didn't mind having the extra ryo to line his pockets.
Daiko makes his way to the beaches he was tasked to clean, picking up a couple pair of gloves on the way. He has a strong feeling that it would take more than one set to deal with what he was about to witness. Coming around the docks, Daiko sees the ships in question and sighs. Of course. It wasn't like there were luxury cruises driving with reckless abandon. These were trade ships. The first one.. Was the worst. Walking up to it, Daiko could sense the bitter tinge of rotting meat on the air from 20 meters away. Taking a deep breath, he makes his way over to it and begins to pick up the refuse and put it in large bins labeled 'Trash' and another labeled 'Why has this been left to rot in the sun'
After cleaning up the refuse from that large ship, vomit lining his throat, Daiko makes his way over to a more dingey ship. It wasn't as large as the last, and it seemed like whatever was shipped on this was quickly taken and hidden away. At least it wasn't raw meat. Daiko nodded his head, picking up the barnacle coated pieces of wood and putting them in the correct bins. Wiping his forehead with his wrist, Daiko drops the gloves that had been destroyed in his efforts into the secondary bin. Time to get paid.
[Exit]
5xp
