Injuries

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Injuries
 
It is your Mission to travel to the Neighbouring Small Villages and heal their injuried and sick, fights and small wars have been breaking out due to disagreements over lands. It if likely that some Villages may be hostile towards you, you may also run into several Rogue Ninja. Be on your Guard. This Mission will take you a total of 3 day, you must include traveling, camping, Healing, fighting and the return trip.
 
You have 3 days to complete this Mission or it will be classified as failed and you will lose SP.
 
Mission Rank: B-Rank
Shinobi Assigned: Seshimaru Uchiha
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mission Log
 
Seshimaru slowly opened his eyes as he awoke from his slumber “Hnn… Sun too bright..” The dim sunlight penetrated through the window adjacent to his bed shining directly in his eyes. “Oi, that’s right.. I have that mission today..” Seshimaru put his hands over his face and let out a very loud groan. He was feeling particularly lazy today but he knew he couldn’t defy the Mizukage, this mission was assigned to him directly from her. Seshimaru lazily climbed out of bed and made his way to his bathroom to wash up. Once he was done washing up, he head to his kitchen to find something for breakfast. “Hmm… dango.. milk… Red bean cakes..” With another loud groan, he reached into the fridge and grabbed a couple fried red bean cakes and quickly scarfed them down. Once he was done eating, he made his way back to his room to put his gear on. He wrapped his entire torso in binding tape and put on his undershirt mask combo ontop of it. Ontop of the undershirt he would wear his samurai fledgling top that had silver lining on the inside and outside seams. Pulling on his Hakama, he tied the silver rope around his waist and then proceeded to put on his shoes. Looking around his house to make sure everything was in order, he walked out the front door, not bothering to lock it because he knew no one would mess with his things while he was away. As Seshimaru walked down the villages main path, he looked down at the briefing papers for his mission “Go around to the small neighbouring villages and heal their sick and injured… many small wars and battles have broken out because of disputes over land..hmm..” Looking up in the top left corner of the paper he saw that the mission was labeled as B-rank. “Heh.. this should be fun” Seshimaru took his forehead protector, which was latched onto the side of his hakama, and tied it tightly around his neck. It was the same headband he received upon graduation from the academy. It was slightly rusted around the edges due to constantly being exposed to the thick mist that surrounds the village. But the Kirigakure symbol still gleamed brightly just like it did the day it was manufactured. Getting lost in memories of his Academy days, Seshimaru almost passed the tools shop and stumbled abit trying to come to a quick stop. Pushing the curtain aside that was covering the entrance, Seshimaru was greeted with a warm welcome. “Hello, Seshimaru.” It was  Fumiko, she was the daughter of the smith who owned the tools shop and the person who sold all the merchandise. “Hey Fumiko.” Seshimaru pulled down his mask and gave her a warm smile. “Are you here to hit on me or to actually buy something?” She giggled at her cheeky remark and Seshimaru began to feel himself blush under his mask. “No, I’m just here to buy some tools for my mission..” Fumiko looked at Seshimaru with a rather charming smile that caused him to blush even more. “Well, we just got a huge shipment of senbon and kunai, as well as a couple more of those Fuuma Shuriken you adore so much” Seshimaru felt a small smile form under his mask. “Is that so? Then I’ll take two Fuuma Shuriken and fifteen Senbon.” After Fumiko gathered the tools, Seshimaru paid for them and left the shop with haste. Continuing down the main path towards the village entrance, he would adjust the katana on his back making it more comfortable to walk. Nearing the village entrance, he looked behind him, knowing he wouldn’t be returning back to the Hidden Mist for 3 whole days. Finally leaving the village, he turned left, taking the path that would lead him south towards one of the nearest small villages. After walking for about 3 hours, Seshimaru heard rustling in the bushes on both sides of the trail. Shrugging it off as possibly just being small animals, he continued walking down the southern path. A few minutes later, he heard the rustling again, but this time his senses were heightened and he could sense several distinct chakra’s, much too big for a small animal. Before Seshimaru could even react, an explosive tag kunai sped past the front of his face and got wedged into the bark of a tree. Quickly jumping back about 15 feet, Seshimaru covered his eyes as the tag exploded and sent shards of tree bark flying everywhere. “Hmm..” Seshimaru looked around and saw four bodies emerge from the bushes. They all wore Hidden Grass headbands with a line scratched through the symbol signifying they were rouge ninja. “Just my luck.. running into a band of rouge ninja from Kusagakure..” The biggest out of the four, which was presumably the leader, took a step forward and looked at Seshimaru menacingly. “Just hand over all the supplies you have and we’ll leave you alone” His deep husky voice echoed throughout the trees. Seshimaru said nothing for a while and just leered at the man with cold piercing eyes. The man started to fidget slightly. Seshimaru could tell he was getting nervous. “I don’t have time for your games… I have a mission to do..” Seshimaru quickly unsheathed his blade and ran towards the man with his blade ready to strike. The other three Kusa shinobi jumped in front of their leader all with their swords drawn. “Hmph, you guys would actually die for a lowlife like him?” Seshimaru called out before jumping over them and landing directly behind them. “I presume you guys were only Genin before you defected from your village” Seshimaru said in a mocking tone. All four of the shinobi winced at this remark and charged right at Seshimaru. “How idiotic of you..” Seshimaru raidly weaved several handsigns and yelled out “Fire Style: Dragon Flame Bombs” Seshimaru inhaled deeply, and as he felt the heat build up in his lungs, he exhaled and a massive stream of fire would shoot forth from his mouth and expand into a wave that was about 15 feet in diameter. Two of the Shinobi would escape the attack, but the other two were unfortunate off to charge right into the flames and instantly be incapacitated. Seshimaru wrinkled his nose up at the smell of burning flesh. “Ugh.. I’ll never get used to that smell” The two remaining shinobi, the leader and one of his lackies, looked up at Seshimaru in pure horror. Seshimaru closed his eyes and gave them both a gentle smile. When he opened his eyes back up, his Sharingan was active. Since they had been peering into his eyes a second before they didn’t have anytime to look away or even realize that Seshimaru had a Sharingan, they had been caught in his mind numbing Genjutsu and both fell to the ground with a hard thud. “Geez.. I thought they would put up more of a fight” Seshimaru turned back around and started walking down the south path again. He continued hearing the groans of the burned shinobi until he was a good 100 yards away. Seshimaru had been walking for another 4 hours before he finally stumbled upon the first village that was involved in an altercation. It was almost night time, and the sun was just barely peeking up over the horizon. As he neared the center of the village he spotted what looked like a medical tent. “Maybe I should head there.. im sure they would be expecting me” As Seshimaru entered the medical tent, several doctors and nurses would look up at him in amazement. Never before had they have ever seen a Medical Nin presented the way Seshimaru presented himself. Without any words they grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the part of the tent where they were keeping the sick and injured. Seshimaru looked around the room and saw several injured bodies, some of which would be too late to heal. Seshimaru walked over to the nearest victim, a little girl, no older than 8. She had several lacerations all over the length of her body and a severe burn on the right side of her face. The doctors had done their best to keep her cuts bandaged but she just kept bleeding. “How long has she been like this?” Seshimaru said without taking his gaze away from the child. “A-about 2 days” One of the nurses said in a worried voice. “Then I can probably still help her” Seshimaru gently sat the little girl up and placed his hand just above her chest. His hand would begin to glow a bright green colour, and the light would begin to slowly spread over the girls body. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the pain go away.” Seshimaru intensified his Mystical Palm Technique and the lacerations began to clear up only leaving small scars. “Now for this burn..” Seshimaru placed his hand over the left side of the girls face and began healing her. The green chakra surrounding his hand wavered and flickered a few times but regained its strength after he refoucsued his YinYang Chakra. After about 20 minutes of solid healing, the girls burn was now but just a slight discoloration on the side of her face. Seshimaru peered into her eyes with his sharingan, causing her to fall back asleep. Seshimaru spent most of the night going around and healing various people, some of which he was unable to save. At around 4 am, Seshimaru was finally able to rest and get a few hours of sleep. Awakening the next morning, he looked around the tent to see many of the patients were still asleep. Quietly gathering up his things, he would leave the tent and slink out of the village. Looking at his map, the next village wasn’t that far up the road, so he took the western path. After an hour of travel, Seshimaru saw the village come into sight. Happily making his way towards it, he was stopped by one of the locals. He was a well built man probably in his late 30’s. He was of medium height and had a small scythe hanging from his belt loops. “I don’t recall ever seeing you around here before” Said the man in an overconfident tone. “Yes of course sir, I’ve been sent out by my village to go around to the smaller villages and aid with medical assistance.” Seshimaru gave the man a gentle smile. “I can tell from your headband that you are part of the main village, the Mist.” Seshimaru nodded in agreement. “Yeah well, I can’t allow you to pass through, we’ve taken over this village and we don’t intend to give it up.” Seshimaru’s smile grew ever wider. “Is that so?” Seshimaru said in a calm soothing voice. The man looked up at him in slight confusion “Y-yeah..” “I don’t think so…” Said Seshimaru, his voice instantly growing dark and menacing. Seshimaru pulled a kunai from his tool pouch with lightning quick speed and slashed the guys throat open. Dark red blood sprayed from the wound, covering the lower half of Seshimaru’s mask and part of his neckband. Some other bandits had been watching and immediately took up arms and ran down to where Seshimaru was. Seshimaru looked around counting off the bandits as they arrived. “Hmm.. 15 in all, this’ll be fun…” Seshimaru charged forward into the group of bandits and immediately began swinging his Kunai at any vital points he could hit. One bandit end up with his jugular cut open and another sustained a stab right into his heart. Seshimaru left the Kunai in the man’s chest and unsheathed his sword. “Two down..” Seshimaru jumped into the air and came slamming down on one of the bandits’s head, cracking his skull open on the ground and then swung his forward around in a backslash motion, hacking off the legs of the other two bandits that were surrounding him. Seshimaru leapt forward with great speed and made a distance of about 30 feet between him and the bandits. “I swear… the Mizukage better pay me extra for this..” He activated his Sharingan and stared menacingly at the group of bandits who now looked extremely terrified. “You guys have two choices, you can either leave this village in one piece, or you can face the same fate as your fallen comrades.” The rest of the bandits fidgeted and discussed amongst themselves. Seshimaru could feel the bloodlust starting to cloud his better judgement. Being a shinobi from Kirigakure, they all had tendencies to enjoy bloody killing. Not giving them anymore time to think, Seshimaru snapped his fingers to get their attention. Without saying a word, he threw his hands forward and several senbon with razor wires attached to the ends circled around the group of bandits and ensnared them. Seshimaru began running around the group of bandits, their blood curtling screams sounded like an orchestra to him. As the razor wire cut deep into their flesh, blood would start spurting in all directions. “This is quite a marvelous way to die don’t you think..” Seshimaru began to slow down and stabbed one of the senbon right into the eyes of one of the bandits. “You will see no evil” He pulled out a Kunai and walked towards another one of the bandits. Seshimaru began sawing off one the bandit’s ears and then proceeded to do the same to his other ear “You will hear no evil”. Seshimaru then took the same Kunai and grabbed hold of one of the bandits’s tounges that was lolling out of his mouth due to the pain “And you will speak no evil…” He swiftly cut off the mans tounge and the issuing scream could be heard for miles. Not wanting to leave the other bandits out of the fun, he spent the next few hours “seeing what they were made up of”. By the time Seshimaru was done having his fun, it had already been dark and he hadn’t healed anyone, but at least he had liberated a village. Since he was supposed to be heading back to his home village the next day anyway, he decided he should just start heading back now. Walking back along the path, Seshimaru thought to himself “I feel bad for the people that have to clean my mess up..” Seshimaru chuckled and wipes a stray drop of blood from the bridge of his nose. Seshimaru continued walking until the sun peeked up over the horizon. Seeing an Inn in the distance, he decided he would head there to have a nice long bath. Once he entered the Inn, he noticed that was an unusually warm place. It had an air of tranquility about it, but I supposed that’s what you’re supposed to expect from an Inn. Seshimaru bought himself an hour of bath time and headed out back to the hot springs. A few minutes later, Seshimaru was happily soaking in the hotspring. He washed himself real well, seeing as how he hadn’t bathed in 2 days and probably reeked of blood. After his hour was up, Seshimaru got out of the hotpsrings and got himself redressed. He was less than half a day away from the Hidden Mist now, so after having a quick cup of Tea and a rather large bowl of rice, he set back out on his return trip to the village. Walking along the path he came across the same two guys that had been caught in his fire jutsu just a couple days before. “You guys are honestly still here..” Seshimaru sighed and bent down to give them quick healing. Once he was sure they could move again, he set back off on his journey to the Hidden Mist. A few hours later, he arrived at the Hidden Mist gates. The depressing looking mist that flowed out of the village was almost like a welcoming committee to him. Through the thick mist he could make out the figure of a woman. Once he got closer he realized this was the figure of Fumiko, the smith’s daughter. Fumiko smiled at Seshimaru and gave him a long hug. “Geez Fumiko, I was only gone for three days..” Fumiko smiled at him and said nothing. Seshimaru knew what the smile meant, but he didn’t have the guts to say it out loud. Fumiko had been the only person he could never be a loudmouth to, even when they were kids. Seshimaru and Fumiko started walking towards the center of the village where the Mizukage’s office was located. “It sure is nice of you to walk up here with me, Fumiko.” Fumiko giggled and grabbed Seshimaru’s hand as they ran up several stairs leading to the office. Seshimaru motioned for Fumiko to wait outside the office. As Seshimaru walked in he closed the door behind him. The Mizukage looked up and Seshimaru waved his hand and smiled. “Mission Accomplished, M’lady”.