- Mission Details:
- Mission Name: Fix the Fence
Mission Type: Chore
Mission Rank: D
Mission Goal: Fix the fence! Oh, and did I mention the animals got out? You'll need to get them all back in, too!
Description: The storm affected the northern part of the Hozuki Isle, not just Ota. The livestock to the north has been roaming free in one area of the field due to a broken fence from the storm. Trees were knocked down onto some parts and wind blew away some of the more rickety areas. Fix it all up and make sure you get all the animals back in!
Payment: 10,000 ryo
Yumi hummed a quaint little tune to himself as he made his way through the streets of Kirigakure no Sato. The tiny individual standing barely five feet in height with a petite and overly feminine appearance for a male was dressed in a feminine Yukata that did not help his gender. Body small and petite like a child, delicate feminine features, thin hourglass waist, slender legs and snow white skin all bundled together with silky black hime style hair, flowers on each side and crimson diamond-like eyes. The long sleeve Yukata was a light shade of purple with white cherry blossom trees and petals scattered across it, red lining on the inside, holding it in place wrapped around a slender waist a sapphire blue sash. All this was wrapped together creating the visage of a snow white beauty.
Yumi giggled daintily behind a hand, allowing a charming smile to cross his features. Anywho laid eyes upon him would assume him to be a gentle young girl of perhaps noble birth with the way he walked. But if only they knew what was beneath the shell, it was all an act to hide Yumi's true self. Yumi was a conniving, scheming, sadistic perhaps almost psychotic individual, with a thirst for knowledge and would go to great lengths to obtain said knowledge even if it meant shedding oceans of blood.
The medic slash illusionist was making his way to the northern end of the Hozuki isles. Yumi had accepted a mission yesterday evening but it had been too windy to perform the task required, with clear skies the medics goal was to finish the job. A gentle wind blew by as crimson hues twinkled with mischief. Once his funds began to grow he could return to his experiments and soon reek havoc.