Zephyr [Mission - Koshou]

Mission Info:

Bored would be the correct word to describe Rakuzan's current temperament. After a rather uneventful journey where he sailed from the borders of the Island Country without being intercepted by the Armada of Kirigakure to the lands of the Wind Country that harbored nothing but wastelands upon wastelands of deserts - stretching up for hundreds of kilometers, the Envoy soon realized that his idea to come to the Wind Country and get bank quickly was nothing more than a pipe dream. "How disappointing." The Envoy mumbled under his breath in a disinterested manner, walking through the streets of a town fifty or so miles away from the shinobi village - Sunagakure. The town was simply called Yamada; "quaint" would be the best word to describe it but Rakuzan had other words for it - namely "a shithole." Ever since he entered Yamada, all of its civilians treated him like some sort of anomaly - an aberration that needed to leave as soon as possible - lest he destroy the quaint nature of the village. Rakuzan couldn't necessarily blame them for their hostile attitude; the Envoy was quite a suspicious man. Six foot tall, wore a black trenchcoat in the middle of a desert, a black eyepatch slung around his left eye, and an assortment of ninja tools around his belt...even if the Hyuuga didn't say it - his whole physical appearance spoke: "I'm a dangerous guy who has some skeletons in his closet."

Thankfully though, he found some employment in the town a few minutes ago, a local merchant seeing value in the ambiguous Rakuzan. The local merchant requested the Hyuuga Samurai to deliver some of his goods to a nearby town a few miles away called Shiroyasha Uchiha in exchange for a grand sum of 2000 Ryo. Shiroyasha was more successful economically than Yamada due to its lack of restrictions on trade so many merchants desired to exchange goods in that area. So, Rakuzan was tasked to walk to the end of the outskirts, holding a dubious bag that the merchant told him to deliver. The bag had a weird smell...almost like it was rotting? What even was this "delivery?" An organ? Rotting fruit? Drugs? Kungpow Chicken? Eh, Rakuzan really didn't really give a crap - as long as he was getting paid.

Grabbing the bag with his right hand, making sure to hold it at the top so that no liquids would drop on his hand, the Envoy would head towards the outskirts of Yamada, waiting at the gates. The local merchant said that he would be working with a partner to deliver both goods and that the gates of Yamada would be the rendezvous point so during the meantime, the battle-hardened warrior would wait for his associate to arrive.

...Not without his Byakugan activated.

WC: 560

-5 AP from Byakugan