Paint isn't Water Soluble

Mission:

As the sun rose over the village a stalwart shinobi had a thick bristled brush on a broom handle applying his last coat on this building. Scrubbing and scrubbing, Nakaba applied the thick goo onto the wall of a local honey shop. Beneath it thick agitated graffiti of an owl flying over a sandy plane. Honestly, this is a shit job. They could've at least put time or effort into their work. Pathetic and lukewarm at best. This job was far from glamorous, but what the others who chose to avoid this job didn't know was that the man who owned this shop made seriously delicious baklava.

Being willing to work for the sheets of sweet goodness alone, it was easy to do this mission. Cleaning up the city, helping old folx, and free food. What more could you ask for? As this coat was finished, Nakaba moved on to the first building that he'd been working on. He'd walk over to a cart and pull out a thick hose spraying down the first building as the paint slowly loosed its grip on the first store. Also missions come with sick gear. The paint would eventually come off, the pressure mechanically removing the trashy art.

With a few dozen pumps of a handle the pressure was back in the canister, and it was ready to wash the second building. A few dozen more pumps and then the third. As Nakaba finished the graffiti on this building, he could smell the honey warming in the air as the local shops began baking and boiling. Rrrgrrrrrrr. His stomach began growling as he packed up his tools, and prepared to leave. An old woman who seemed like she'd been compressed by time, and with earlobes and eyebrows that dangled to the ground shuffled over to Nakaba with his tray of sweet nutty goodness. "Thanks a bunch ma'am."

[Exit]