The task at hand was quite simple, if you were able to successfully tutor the aspiring shinobi in the art of tree walking, you would walk away with a completed mission under your belt. Yet it wasn't guaranteed to be a cakewalk, either. The village officials made it clear that the academy student that you would be in charge of was a challenged individual. He didn't process information as well as others and it would require a bit of patience and perseverance on your part to make things go smoothly. If both parties are cooperative, there's no doubt that the task can be accomplished - it's just a matter of establishing that foundation.
Your client was not but a few minutes away on foot. Awaiting your arrival is the mother of the child, and she'll be supervising the whole ordeal. She has provided you with her backyard wherein you'll conduct your lessons and is willing to do just about anything to make this work. The last thing she wants is to have her son get left behind at the academy, and it's your mission to make sure that doesn't happen. Good luck!
[Mission] ABC's
[Mission] ABC's
Shimoya, Anna walked merrily through the streets of Konohagakure no Sato, breathing in the fresh, spring air. She loved spring. It was so full of life. It just made her chipper inside, so much so that she actually began to skip over the last hundred feet to the house at which she would be instructing a child on the tree climbing technique.
When she arrived, she walked up to the front door and tapped gently on it, then waited patiently for a response.
When she arrived, she walked up to the front door and tapped gently on it, then waited patiently for a response.
[Mission] ABC's
"Yes?" A voice cooed from inside just before the door was opened. A young, petite lady appeared and looked at you with a blank expression plastered on her face. It looked as if she was tuned out until she finally realized what it was that you were there for. Her eyes widened as everything started to make sense to her and she stepped forward in acknowledgment of your presence. "Oh, thank God you're here!" Her voice was uplifting and there was no doubt that she was relieved to see you. "You must be the tutor sent by the village to help my dear with his studies. Please, come in. We've been waiting for you." She stepped aside, motioning for you to pass into the house.
The lady led you into her living room and offered you a seat across from her at the coffee table. Folding her legs and laying her arms on top of them, she proceeded to introduce herself and the situation at hand. "I'm Yuki, it's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled. "You see, my son has been struggling at the academy for some time now and we just needed to find someone to help him understand the concepts he is being taught. We can't afford for him to be left behind because," She paused and lightly shook her head. "...he's really our last hope of having economic stability. It's a chore trying to get by comfortably day by day - but I digress. I just wanted to make sure you knew how important this is to us."
She looked back into the room ahead and called out for her boy. "Sora! Come meet your instructor!" Tumbling footsteps could be heard approaching and, before too long, a young boy of about nine or ten revealed himself. He flashed a nervous smile at you and bowed respectfully. "So, you're my tutor?" The boy asked timidly.
The lady led you into her living room and offered you a seat across from her at the coffee table. Folding her legs and laying her arms on top of them, she proceeded to introduce herself and the situation at hand. "I'm Yuki, it's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled. "You see, my son has been struggling at the academy for some time now and we just needed to find someone to help him understand the concepts he is being taught. We can't afford for him to be left behind because," She paused and lightly shook her head. "...he's really our last hope of having economic stability. It's a chore trying to get by comfortably day by day - but I digress. I just wanted to make sure you knew how important this is to us."
She looked back into the room ahead and called out for her boy. "Sora! Come meet your instructor!" Tumbling footsteps could be heard approaching and, before too long, a young boy of about nine or ten revealed himself. He flashed a nervous smile at you and bowed respectfully. "So, you're my tutor?" The boy asked timidly.
"No, seriously. Shut the fuck up."