- Mission:
Mission Name: Insurrection
Mission Type: Extermination
Mission Rank: B
Mission Goal: Exterminate the Zealots who are violently protesting the Princess Triumvirate
Description: A group of Zealots have taken up in a small town not far from Kirigakure. Little more than a fishing village. The Zealots have been openly protesting the Princess Triumvirate due to their desire to see the nation led by the leadership of one individual. In other words, they desire the installment of a singular Mizukage. The Zealots violently assault and kill any who speak good of any of the three Princesses. One death is too many, but the initial report spoke of dozens. With demonstration executions in the streets. There is only one penalty for this, eliminate them.
Payment: 25,000
Requirements: B - Class or Higher
The early afternoon was cool in the Land of Water that day as fall starting to turn toward winter. Soon ice and snow would fall in abundance across the land and fishermen and other such aquatic trades would come in for the incoming weeks. Winter lasted a bit over in the Land of Water although the ice and snow only made the waters difficult to manage for a few weeks at best. Ice and snow would still be prevalent in the region, but the water itself wouldn't stay cold enough to make things too much of an issue for such men and woman so while the land would see white frost for months, soon the fisheries and shipping trades would open back up again after a bit of an extended vacation. Still, that was weeks from now, and at the moment the land was moderately snow and ice free. The wind and chill bit into the skin and clothing of most though although Valen himself was more or less unaffected by such weather. Even in ice and snow he wouldn't freeze easily as his blood ran hot and his body temperature was of a higher average than most. Keeping him warm at almost all times.
He stood, garbed in his shinobi gear as he awaited his mission partner. He wasn't sure who was going with him to handle this situation but he knew he wouldn't be going alone. He wore a black compression shirt and shinobi pants. Black boots, black gloves, and a black and crimson lined cloak with a hood and pockets throughout the inner lining. Perfect for holding any number of items and equipment. He had filled out considerably in the months and grown quite a bit in them too. Now standing at a respectable 5'11 he was no longer the short little midget many saw him as before. His hair, where once was quite vertical, had grown out enough that gravity had finally had it's say and pulled it inexorably down his back. It hung down to his upper back and he would probably let it grow out a bit more. A neatly trimmed goatee was on his features and at his waist of course was his sword. The sheath for it was black with red circles marking down it. The circles were separated into third and the hilt protruding from the sheath had an octofoil tsuba in a flower design and the hilt itself was wrapped in black silk with the end cap gold. The end cap on the sheath itself was gold as well and the entire weapon rested comfortably upon his waist as if it belonged there. It was a magnificent sword and all in all the changes in the man were magnificent in themselves. Although he wouldn't ever see them that way. His personal power had grown exponentially as well and he had even been promoted to the rank of Special Jounin and given a squad. They of course weren't here, as the mission was a bit too high for them at the moment. Idly he waited, senses open for his mission partner to arrive, as patient as the snow itself.
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