E-rank: More Training Gear

Mission Desc:

Bar tightened the forehead protector. Mission time. Yeah, alright, it was a crap E-rank, only given the title of mission because you wouldn't want some hyper Academy Students getting themselves hurt by flinging ninja tools at each other, or worse yet, getting beaten up by someone training there. Some people didn't take well to having some pipsqueak shake a finger at them. But hey, he was getting paid good ryo for this, more than if he had picked up a shift at the grocery store, so the minimal risk was worth it. Bar hoped there weren't any testosterone-pumped bullies there today.

First things first, Bar picked up all the broken tools, swept up the fragments, and gave the training dummies a quick wipe-off. The senbon were the worst to deal with. Then Bar counted how many of which ninja tools he need to restock the various stations with. Some of the damage to the training dummies was just excessive. Did they HAVE to break off all the striking posts? Scrap of paper in his pocket, Bar went to the nearby supply depot. The ninja stationed there took the damaged, bent, and broken ninja tools gratefully. "Thanks. You wouldn't believe how many lazy people simply throw these in the trash, when we can just reforge them." Restocking the supplies afterwards was as easy as carrying them back inside and putting them where they belonged. Again, the senbon were the worst. Repairing the various training dummies wasn't that bad, especially if a good puppet-master had designed them for punishment in the first place, but still.

Bar was just tightening the last of the screws on the training dummies when he heard the door slam open. "Hey, YOU! Genin! Come HERE!" An angry, possibly drunk voice assaulted Bar's ears. Bar turned his head warily. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah! I need to let off some steam. You can hold still while I beat the shit outta you." Bar shook his head. "I'm sorry sir, but that is not my job. There are training dummies available for that purpose." The ninja would not be put off. "I like the dummies that scream and bleed!" He charged, his arm winding back in a haymaker punch!

Bar waited until the last possible moment, then used the Substitution Technique, swapping himself out for the training dummy. The solid thump of flesh on padding was the last sound Bar heard before he fled the training room, locking the man inside. This needed to be reported. Before he had gone 10 feet, Bar was stopped by an ANBU holding a photo. "Excuse me! Have you seen this man?" Will this lucky streak never end? "Yessir, I locked him in the training tower. Additionally, I wish to charge him with aggravated assault and battery against a minor." The ANBU's eyebrow and the corner of his lip went up. "Are they teaching basic law at the Academy now? Well done, Genin. You will be rewarded for your assistance." The ANBU hurried off, tonfa in hand.

E rank= 1 Free Action Point.
And approved