Somebody's Baby [V, Flabs, Hitomi, Kuroo]

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"This is your first assignment. Those packages need to be carried by all six of your big, strong arms. The guys back at adminstration's can't do it themselves. Kuroo, Takeo, Hitomi. Do drag all ten of them to there in one go. And then meet me back here". he instructed after pointing at the boxes.

"Here we are", Musashi said, stopping 20 meters from the village gates after he run, or rather pranced, over from the Hokage Mountain area.
With his team on board for the series of exercises he's going to have them do, Musashi had left the building, calling for his Genin to catch up with him as if they were playing a game of tag. Musashi had not played that in a while. The sensation of the wind blowing across his face, eyes, and hair a few seconds ago was still there.

While running over there, he juggled the idea that was in his mind. Performing mundane tasks, the Genin, even if they had experience, would know what it's like doing missions, and hopefully gather the skills of work ethic and coorperation in order to gain not only power as a collective unit but also individual competence. The Genin were not too far behind him, as he was not moving at a deliberately fast speed.

When he arrived near the gates, he could see a delivery man carrying boxes. Hope his leafies didn't expend too much energy getting all the way over here; after all, the distance is at least several hundred meters. There were whole loads of them boxes, carrying things that only Musashi knows back when he was Hokage. He pointed at them. There were TEN boxes.

She seemed to nod at any command or action told by him. She knew better to follow and become stronger with a group. She had noticed him explaining the mission they were to take and how they'd do so. She understood but as he left off like some sort of child towards the place she felt the need to roll her eyes. It was bad enough her cousin was to childish for her age, now she had to have a mentor as the same?

Either way once Kuroo set off after him in a haste she rolled her shoulders before pulling her arms up then slamming them down towards the ground causing a quick gust of wind to blow beneath herself can giving her a jump boost. She didn't care for a race or tag as a game more-so just wanted to get to the destination with as little need to walk or run since she'd have to do that on the way back. Saving energy for the later rather than now.

She reached the destination closely beside Kuroo landing on her feet with near precision. She always concentrated upon where she was and how she'd handle things in a silence. She stood up from her bent knees looking at the boxes and the number of them. She nodded to Kuroo about who should carry how much. Especially since she wasn't one to boast anything worth in actual lifting strength.

She begun to lift a box noticing the weight right away. Of course they had to be this heavy, and of course she had to carry them. She didn't want to talk much about it however, knowing the others wouldn't have a problem. She sighed quietly hoping they wouldn't notice her small struggle. After all she's suppose to be strong, just like anyone else. Just like everyone else and just like anyone could be. To be immersed within the crowd and not much sense of strain.

After having fought bandits and a giant serpent Takeo was less than happy about this mission given to him, if you you could even call it a mission. Takeo was about to complain about the mundane task but his sensei was already prancing away gleefully. Takeo wasn't sure why he was so happy. He wondered if he found joy knowing how they would most likely detest the task given to them. Takeo groaned as his two team mates began to make their way to get the packages. He wondered if they were just as glum about having to do this. He sighed and began to follow them down Hokage Mountain and towards the village gates.

Takeo was last to arrive but only by a few seconds. He'd managed to recover somewhat from his high speed run to Hokage Mountain earlier but his body was still tired from it so he had to take a few breathes before going over to see how many boxes there were. Takeo quickly counted them and let out a sigh afterwards. He hoped they weren't too heavy but he really doubted that. Takeo was no heavy lifter. He certainly wasn't weak but he felt confident that he could carry the boxes all the way back to the administration building. Although he was aware he'd be quite tired afterwards. That morning run he had to make was already beginning to bite him in the ass.

Takeo nodded in response to Kuroo's question. "If need be I can carry the fourth box for a while if you're getting too tired." Takeo offered. He wasn't sure how strong Hitomi was. Takeo didn't want to burden her with another box if it was too heavy for her but he didn't want to seem sexist in thinking that Hitomi couldn't carry four boxes. He walked over and selected 3 boxes at random to carry, unsure if they'd all weigh the same or vary.

[Skip my post. It'd be Kuroo's turn now. I'm just looking over till you guys actually carry them to the building]

Hitomi seemed to struggle with the boxes as it was. One was liftable, two was heavy, three was just harsh. However she kept up with the group silently. Sweating under her brow yet looking at the other two with no change in emotion. She wasn't going to be the weak one out, not today. Of course however she was getting tired, being pushed by the crowds and nearly toppling over wasn't the best feeling.

Seeing some actually try to avoid her was pleasant, those who did ram through usually scoffed at them or were to much in a rush to look at them. Idiots, they all were was what she could think of. She then overheard the two comrade's conversation. "Boring is the least of the worries here, Boring is doing nothing and having nothing...This is an assignment, we are doing an action. Save the chatter for when we get there so we aren't so tired incase he does pull a move of some sort."

She said in a serious tone. All the whining and griping about how dull or boring this mission was irritated her to no end. It's not about the glory of the battle, or how awesome your moves are. It was about the actual work to help out. To do something and get it done right. But what did she expect, they have no clue how close to being on the line one can get before their last breath seeps out. She knew about this and not so much feared it but disliked it. At the end of the day it's a person vs another person who both have ideas that won't match.

Like her old friend told her once, there wasn't a good or evil. Just a different opinion on the world, and we live to serve what we justify to be the right choice. Even the enemy does the same. But to take her mind off that. She saw the destination so far off and already she felt the weight of her back gain pressure. Most she could do was hope the rest of the way was easier on herself. That and the sensei wouldn't pull a quick attack on them in such a disadvantageous place. Then again she may have been just over thinking the man's skills and he'd just be ogling at women around while he waited for them.

Good team.... good team.... he thought, finishing up the beef teriyaki he brought earlier before throwing it away into the can before any of the Genin could be in sight.

Musashi had watched as the three of them were able to divvy up the workload quickly, wasting no time complaining about the boxes. Quick communication only on the mission. Musashi watched as Kuroo acted as the director of their task, and even took on the greater burden of the mission. The boxes moved and were carried towards their intended destination, the weight of them no doubt applying pressure on their young bodies and skin liquid excrement accumulating over hundreds of meters of industrious, trecherous travel. Musashi just waited till they were far gone from his sight, before he went over to the nearby food stall he had been eyeing for some time now. With the next mission in mind, Musashi just brought a dango stick and beef teriyaki. He'd be able to chow them down before the three of them even returned here. He looked at the dango, eyeing the four meat balls. Black, blue, white, green. They all one down his mouth one by one, like inserting coins into a slot machine.

She carried on with the rest of the group pushing herself as it was to keep up with them and then the worst, just getting there with such heavy boxes. This was just a mission and she was struggling with this. She could only think that she needed to train more rather than the thought of sleeping could help her irritation and her training effectiveness. But the day that changes is the day these boxes weren't so heavy.

She had finally made it up the hill somewhat lagging behind the group but finally made it there wanting to just throw the things down. She hated this, she hated being so weak. Even if it was her own fault. However of course she knew her team wouldn't like her attitude, she didn't care however. Talking may be important but if it was gonna waist energy and time then everyone might as well be mute. She noticed the sensei just ahead and once she had finally made it to the destination she sighed out a breath of air looking over at him.

Takeo continued making his way to the administration building along with Kuroo and Hitomi. The weight of the boxes were taking it's toll on Takeo. His face was red, his hands were sore and he was beginning to sweat quite a bit. Takeo couldn't wait to be done with this mission. He was looking forward to heading to the hot springs right after,  Takeo just hoped he wouldn't fall asleep in them. No doubt he'd gladly sleep on the ground once he was finished delivering the heavy boxes. 

Once the building was in sight Takeo gave a sigh of relief and quickened his walking pace as best as he could. Despite the fatigue Takeo was experiencing he didn't falter as he made the last stretch of the journey. He hoped to maybe see what was inside the boxes that made them so heavy. Once  they had made it Takeo gently set the boxes down. He would have hated to damage whatever was inside after exerting so much energy carrying it here.

Takeo let out a deep breath and lay on the ground next to the boxes for a minute. He looked at his two squad mate who seemed to be doing okay after carrying the boxes. They both seemed tired but that was understandable. "I really hope we don't have another mission. I don't think my body will let me move from here." Takeo said as he lay on the ground, panting.

Mission Complete

Musashi settled down three bottles of water, one for each. "Drink up quickly. We're going to a forest next. Old Man Harukawa needs some wood", he said, patiently waiting for them to get back up.

"Mhm hmm... looks like you're all beat", Musashi said before getting out the water bottles. Realizing that they should have been there by now, Musashu had hurried over to the Hokage's Mountain. He had enough time to eat some ramen before attending to them, but he wanted to move onto something else. Once he got there, he could see the Genin finish unloading the boxes. "Well done", he declared, a mission done. The Genin must be physically tested if they were to endure the stresses of combat. Carrying boxes was a meager task to them - not even handiwork. What's gonna happen next will directly require strenuous effort, and if they don't come to cooperate in their exhausted states, they're not getting down until night-time. Expressions of frustration, wariness, and maybe even sourness tortured his student's faces. Will they not be able to survive the next round?

Takeo groaned once the realisation hit that this wasn't the end, only just the beginning by the looks of things. It didn't help that the next mission was also one that would require plenty of endurance. Usually Takeo wouldn't be as worn out as much if he hadn't taken such a fast run earlier in the morning. He was grateful for the bottle of water. It was like a godsend to Takeo. He downed half of the cool refreshing water in a surprising amount of time. He then splashed a small amount onto his face to cool down leaving him with about a quarter of the original amount. Not conserving as much of his water as the others had which didn't bother him too much anyway. Now feeling a lot more refreshed despite the aching feeling in his arms which could only get worse with the next mission Takeo jumped back onto his feet. Looking a bit more active after quenching his thirst. It seemed like it had given him a second wind.

Takeo stood patiently, stretching his arms as he waited for his sensei to lead them to the next mission which Takeo guessed would be outside the village. That was were most of the trees where. As he waited he wondered how many trees the three of them would have to cut down. He hoped they would only have to cut down ten between the three of him. Despite his optimistic attitude however Takeo had the sinking feeling they'd probably have to cut down 10 each at the least. At least, unlike Kuroo, he hadn't already done this mission.

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"You see three axes on the ground. Old Man Harukawa over there needs you to cut down ten trees. Then, we'll drag the trees twenty meters to where he lives. Get this done by any means necessary".
he instructed after turning his attention to the three Genin; he sat on the stump and gave them their instructions.

Looking as the liquid splashed relief on their faces and along with it drifted rivers of fatigue, his three little Genin had received some renewal to them. "Yosh", he said, before running off over to the outskirts of the village. There is an area there, just by the river, with good trees and plenty of sun. After making his way over there, Musashi could see Old Man Harukawa waiting for them, with three axes already laid out on the grass. Musashi approached him, and the two smiled at each other, right before shaking hands warmly. They conversed a bit, like old friends who have not seen each for some time now. He turned his attention to the three Genin.

She gave out a long sigh then stood up. With the second wind from the water she tossed the bottle into a disposal nearby before following the group. Before herself as well as the rest of the group of genin was the one who offered the mission up, Haruwaka. She nodded her head to him kindly as if to let him know this mission would be finished quickly and effifciently. She then started to listening to her sensei's words. She took a minute to pause and thought on it. Thinking closely on it and remembering something interesting.

She saw the axes, three of them on the ground however she felt there had to be an easier way to this, especially with the first mission being so heavy on her arms as it was. She noticed Kuroo start on his trees and as she saw what kind of strain she'd have to deal with she shook her head. She then took a minute whilst in her thought before smirking. "Any means, correct?" She asked as she formed two hand seals whilst blowing into her hands to create a wind current. She then took that wind current to speed up much quicker than usual and compressed it into a thinly spinning current that howled like a tornado.

She then took the current back a bit to figure out how to toss it in the right direction. She twisted her body before letting it go like a Frisbee. "Wind Saw!" She called out her jutsu as if to warn the others. As it was released she was able to cut three trees rowed together before the jutsu stopped. At first they stood still and it seemed like nothing happened however they soon tipped over with a loud roaring thud and the crackling of the branches echoing for a minute. She then looked at the group as if to expect them to protest her method.

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Takeo picked up his water bottle and was quick to follow his sensei once he began leading them to the mission location and the one who gave them the mission, Old Man Harukawa as he was called by Miyamoto sensei. Once they arrived Takeo smiled and gave Harukawa a quick wave as if he knew him. The old guy seemed nice enough so Takeo hoped he wouldn't disappoint him, or any of his team for that matter. Even if fatigue was taking over his body he was quite determined to survive this gauntlet of missions if there even as another one.

Takeo stretched his arms a little before picking up an axe as well. He moved over to the nearest tree but made sure he wasn't in either of his team mates way. As he did he twirled the axe around in his hand a little bit. Trying to get a feel for the weight of the axe and the best way to hold it. Using two hands was obvious to him but where they were positioned was what Takeo was trying to determine. He hoped to be able to get a good grip and strike as hard and as precisely as possible for more efficiency. His proficiency in kenjutsu came in handy to a certain degree with this task.

Takeo lined the axe up with the base of the trunk after making a small chip in it. Using it as a mark to hit as he believed it to be the best spot to strike. He wasn't too sure as to where the best location to start was but he hoped he would quickly get the hang of it. Once aimed correctly Takeo swung at the base of the tree as hard as possible while still trying to keep his hit precise and on target with the mark. Takeo pulled the axe out from the now partially cut tree and took a few seconds to see how much damage he managed to do in one strike while the others continued on to their second or third tree. He wasn't surprised to see he hadn't hit his mark exactly. A bit below and to the left a little and he would've been dead on. He sighed as he continued the process until the tree finally fell to the ground. Although he was going at a slower pace unlike the others who were close to the halfway mark. Mainly due to Takeo trying his best not to overexert himself. He paused for a few seconds to recuperate and catch his breath before continuing on. By the time he was onto his fourth tree Takeo had gotten better with the axe. Now understanding the weapon better he was able to strike deep into the trunk of the tree and waste less time and energy on each tree. And although the slow pace was still going it had picked up slightly. Takeo took a sip of his water before continuing on.

She seemed to nod at the reactions she saw upon her tired teammate's faces. One kept on his work and the other seemed to want to say something but kept to his own. She herself took the time to count out the trees that fell and then count out and line up around four more. She seemed to hold her hand out to one of the trees as if lining it up before backing up and preforming her Wind Saw once more. As the blade went through the trunks like a knife through butter she noticed whilst counting she was three shy of the full amount. With that she made a pulling motion as it to control the Wind Saw she created to circle back around and take out a line of three trees.

She sighed out for a moment, taking a breath of air and slamming her hands down to her side. She listened to the cracks and falling of the trees then wiped her forehead. She then went to the trees and barely lifted one at a time up. It was apparent and infact obvious she wasn't just tired, she wasn't physically strong. If she did take the time to axe the trees down she'd possibly be more tired and even collapse of exhaustion rather than be able to carry them. It was apparent she was good for jutsu but when it came to anything physical she faltered.

She took another tree and carried it on, counting each up until she had all ten of her cut logs carried finally. She seemed to just want the jobs done and over with, frustration building up within with each log. If it were her old team she may had been calmer and happier, even at ease from it but these, these teammates just had her feeling like she had no room to trust them. Let alone feel safe or at the comfort at knowing who they were any more than mere faces and names. Of course this was just for her to learn to deal with those she didn't care for much but even then she felt she was just out of place.

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Takeo continued the same process he had been using from the start to take down the trees. By the time the other two were done and ready to move the fallen trees he was now starting on his 8th tree. Despite the fatigue he felt, the fact that Takeo knew how close he was to finishing the first part of the mission was what kept him going. Soon enough the sound of another tree cracking and then a resounding thud echoed out into the woods. Takeo walked over to the next tree but dropped his axe there. His hands were sore from handling the axe, it was definitely not the most comfortable tool to use for a long period of time. Takeo took a few deep breaths, drank the last few droplets of water in his bottle and continued on with his work. Eventually Takeo had finished cutting down the last two trees he needed to and now began the process of moving them.

Takeo went back to the original location where the retrieved their axes and placed his down next to the other two. He then made his way back to the tree's he'd cut down and began to perform the tedious task of rolling them back one by one. It wasn't very efficient since he'd have to do so one at a time but Takeo found that rolling the logs would be easier. Luckily for him there were no obstacles in the way. Just some tufts of grass and bark that had flown off from the trees when they had been struck from the axes or the wind saw Hitomi had made. They were soon flattened as they were easily crushed by the heavy logs. One by one the logs were rolled back to Old Man Harukawa, each time was made a little easier as each log flattened the path towards the old guy. However, the constant heavy strain on his arms were making them feel dead. Takeo's back was also beginning to ache a little from constantly being hunched over to push the log to it's destination. Eventually Takeo was reduced to moving the logs along with his feet. He gave a half hearted kick every so often, pushing the log forwards a few centimetres at best. Takeo only kept up this way of moving them for a short while before going back to his original method, despite his body pleading to do anything but that. He suffered through it and eventually got the last log back. He threw himself to the ground, not caring about the small amount of pain that followed from such an action. Takeo was glad to be done with this mission, which he hoped would be his last for today. He'd done well to hold up this far but he wasn't sure if he couldn't go through with another physically straining mission.

Old Man Harukawa smiled and greatly, profoundly thanked the Genin team for their hard work, showing sincerity from all his heart. Musashi waved goodbye to the old man and could see that it was getting dark. That would be all for today. We'll get started tomorrow morning". Musashi declared, as they made their way to Ichiraku Ramen. "Treat you all to ramen, huh!"

While they were working, Musashi had taken a sip of juice before lying down on the stump, and taking out his katana. From there, he would practice a series of swordplay exercises by himself. Like this.... like that.... he had thought to himself. A horizontal swing was followed by a diagonal slash, before it came back up as a vertical "swallow cut". a few leaves from the trees flew towards Musashi, which he cut up with extreme smoothness and fluidity, attacking almost as if he had no arms. The strain on his body was null, and as a swordsman, his art produced fine cuts. He would shift his body angle and feet around, but never leave his position as he practiced while in sync with nature. Feeling the grass and the air, Musashi used his senses to tell him when was the best time to strike. Patience and timing was key above accuracy. Some of his movements were steady with intervals, while other times his sword slashes were rapid, but that was all due to Musashi listening to nature even if it meant striking as soon as possible. Musashi ended his little demonstration with a powerful slash from right to left, where a heavy sound of air built from the swing of his sword. He sheathed his blade, just in time to see the three Genin complete with their assignment. Hmm.... as individuals they are unique...

Musashi was watching how they would think through the problem presented to them before engineering their resolutions, getting down minute details of their coorperative ability unfolding. Takeo and Kuroo had picked up arms, deciding to do it the old fashioned way. Musashi watched them intently as he could tell that they were not only working, but they were also reading the tree before them. Finding points of weakness, the young men exerted their bodily strength into straight-up handiwork. Takeo in particular seemed to have the fluidity of a swordsman, from the way he's trying to preserve his strength while making efficient strikes. Kuroo was no different, as he hammered his way into the thing.

But it was Hitomi who had done the best - maximizing productivity while minimizing time. She had accomplished what she needed to do the most efficiently. Musashi hoped that the two boys either did not have any jutsu useful for cutting down trees, or had reasoned with themselves beforehand. As shinobi, when presented a scenario where one would have to resort to normative intuition, it's always best to weigh the options beforehand and choose the best one to carry out. One cannot be sucked in into doing what is expected of them, when a better solution is at hand. This is where creativity and skill lies and to do what one can do.


Musashi and his team would make their way to Ichiraku Ramen after getting done two assignments. No doubt they had been sweating because of their physical workout, and the muscular strain they'd receive. But at least they survived, or at least, Musashi knows that they can survive his own standards. The work wasn't hard in his opinion. Ah well, Musashi has enough ryo to treat to whatever big bowl of whatever they want to go down their mouths. He'd sit himself in the well-light stall as if it were a glamorious mini-restaurant. He saw the chef. "Biwa, please" Musashi ordered. Ramen broth with pork was an excellent choice tonight. "And how about the rest of you?"

[ooc: WHOOPS o-o not my turn]