Mission: Armory Duty

Mission Name: Armory Duty
Rank: E
Type: Cleaning
Character Requirements: none
Mission Location: Kumogakure Village
Word Count Requirements: 300
Repeatable? Yes
NPC? No
Reward: 250 ryo
 
Task:
 
Your task in this mission is to go to the village Armory and categorize every weapon and place them in their corresponding section, appears as if some clumsy Jounin [Ganki] made a mess and didn't clean up. However, you must look at this as a crawl before you walk type of mission, familiarize yourself with the many weapons that all ninja use in their daily lives. Remember, kunai go with kunai, katanas go with katanas, etc etc etc.
 
P.S. all of the weapons in the armory have been booked and accounted for, we only need you to clean up the mess. Sticky finger people BEWARE.

"Dare to be honest and fear no labor." - Robert Burns

It was at some point cleaning up some of the detritus left behind in the armory that Azuma found himself caught in just how gorgeous some of these instruments were.

It wasn't out of wanting to see them embedded in an enemy, or using them to defend Kumogakure. It was in the design. It was in the way some blades caught the light and curved it, gleaming and glinting in the mid-morning sunlight. It was the marks and designs of staves and chains, and the feel of a kunai between his fingers. It was the weight of the longbows and shortbows, and the sound of steel leaning against steel.

He wasn't about to go weapon crazy; Azuma wasn't the type. But he couldn't deny that there was a bit of beauty and nobility in forging something like this. A weapon was made to take a life, Azuma supposed, but it could also be so much more. He remembered being told that tonfa once were devised from a farming tool. Maybe, if the world found peace within his lifetime (unlikely as it was), he could try to find a way to work this appreciation of weapons into designing something for peacetime. How did the saying go? "Swords into plowshares," right?

It took another few hours to get the armory truly cleaned and organized, making sure each weapon was in it's rightful place. It felt therapeutic, almost. Azuma was reminded of how one of his uncles had instructed him in meditating, and how he had once advised him to find a peaceful means to meditate in all things. Something so menial and laborious, amid the things that drew forth his fascination, seemed to help him think better than any amount of time sitting in any position and trying to clear his head. As he worked tirelessly, categorizing and cleaning the armory, an idea began to form in his head; an ambitious blueprint of wood stock and gears, something to make all his own.

When he finished, he left at a run, not wanting to let a droplet of this brilliant idea leak out of his head.

[WC: 364]

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