Swift or Surefooted

Mission:

There was incredible irony for being the courier for the clan known for the velocity based kekkei genkai. At least to Nakaba, it was hilarious. No clever tricks. No efficiency increasing tactics today. Nakaba was just using elbow grease. Settling down a little after dawn, the genin put together a list of all the packages to be delivered today. While he was average in terms of intellect, his perseverance and work ethic paid of in scenarios like this one that required lots of mundane tasks to be done. Nakaba prepared the a small map with points and reference numbers to guide him.

Stepping out Nakaba sorted the boxes and letters by separating them and then further separating them by weight, delivery order, and apparent fragility. He was using the normal courier’s cart and wearing the uniform that came with the duty of this post. Managing each package carefully despite apparent fragility, Nakaba went over the list and route one more time in his head, traveling down the imaginary streets to check to see if anything was left out or forgotten before heading off in a light jog. Pulling a light wagon in tow,  the genin was using this as an opportunity for stamina training.

Having never done anything more than pass through these streets, Nakaba was almost enamored by the beautiful structures on either side of him as he ran from house to house. The stops weren’t as frequent as they seemed on the map with blocks filled by manors the street grew in length massively when put to scale in the physical world. I guess if your fast big rooms and halls aren’t that inconvenient. A package filled to the brim would be placed on a porch, a letter written hastily and with love, and an emergency response for aid to a merchant’s Home office. It wasn’t until Nakaba finally ran out of mail to process, that he took his last package from the cart, and he was reminded of his own family, as a small group of people came out for his last package. “Here you go sir,” Nakaba said. Handing a vase of flowers to the partner of the person whose job he was doing. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

[Exit]