"Good morning, sirs and ma'am," said the genin manning the mission desk. He was in his early twenties and lacked his chūnin vest. There were no significant visible scars or missing limbs, meaning his failure to be promoted was not due to medical incapacitation but, presumably, some catastrophic personal failure—perhaps he lacked the will to train hard enough, or was simply too stupid to be trusted on solo missions.
The word 'skinwaste' flickered through Hazō's mind, but he pushed it away and refused to allow his face to respond to the thought. It was a Mist word and had no place in Leaf.
"Good morning," Keiko said. "We would like a short C-rank. Do you have any messenger missions?"
The man smiled. "Itchy feet, huh?"
"Something like that. Missions?"
The man consulted the mission book, lips moving slightly as he ran his finger slowly down the page. "Let's see, messenger, messenger...I've got a caravan escort mission going to Lightning."
"Pass," Noburi said.
"Bodyguard for—"
"Pass."
"Till'n'fill?"
Hazō frowned. "I don't know that term."
"Till'n'fill is when you go out and help some civilians with infrastructure issues. Usually it's farmers, and it's things like setting some explosive tags to clear out tree stumps, using Earth jutsu to build walls or Fire jutsu to burn off fields, that kind of thing."
The floor tilted under Hazō and the firmament shook above him. This was his own concept of Uplift, already being implemented. How had he not known about this?
"I've never heard of such a thing," he said, almost stumbling over the words. "How...I mean, what...I mean...."
The genin chuckled. "Yeah, weird, huh? I mean, ninja doing farm work? Bizarre. Anyway, it's a new mission category. Lord Hokage directed that everyone should suggest it to any village they pass through. It's catching on; farmers like it and it's easy money. Not a lot of money, but it's light work. Good for people who are convalescing, or for anyone who wants to pick up a little extra pocket change."
"How many of these are there?"
The genin looked down at the mission book again, his finger sliding slowly down the page, lips moving as he silently counted. Seconds dragged by as the man worked his way through the kanji, until all three Gōketsu were struggling to conceal their impatience.
"Six," the skinwaste finally said. "One burnoff, three wall jobs, one plowing, and a land clearance thing."
"We'll take one of the wall jobs," Hazō said excitedly. "I've got Multiple Earth Wall."
"Don't you want to know how much it—"
"Don't care," Hazō said. "We'll take it."
The man's eyebrows went up but he shrugged. "Your call, sir. Here you go." He shuffled through the pile of papers in front of him, extracted one, and handed it over. "And what would you two like?" he asked, looking at Keiko and Noburi.
"Hang on, I said 'we' would take it," Hazō said.
"Sorry sir, it's a one-person job. Can't be wasting multiple ninja on something this trivial, after all."
"I will take the plowing," Keiko said. "My pangolins will make short work of it."
The man frowned. "Pangolins, ma'am? I'm not familiar with that jutsu. Is it long-ranged? The ground is frozen solid and full of sickweed spores. It needs to be turned over so that the starlight can kill the spores. You don't want to be in the middle of it when the spores get kicked up."
"She's the Pangolin Summoner," Hazō said impatiently. "You know, big scaly things with huge claws? Really good at digging? Totally immune to poison?"
"Oh," the skinwaste said. "Huh. Okay, well, I guess that's fine. Here you go." He made another mark in the mission book, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration, then shuffled through the papers with frustrating slowness before passing the relevant sheet to Keiko.
"I'll take the land clearance," Noburi said quickly. "It's that one." He pointed to the relevant sheet where it sat half-exposed in the stack.
The skinwaste shot a surprised glance at Noburi, then picked up the sheet and read through it slowly. "Wow, you've got good eyes, sir. What do you have for the job, sir?"
"Excuse me?"
"Policy is that I can't give these to people who can't do the job. Unprofessional, sir."
Noburi sighed in aggravation. "They need some land cleared, right? Trees knocked down, rocks moved, that kind of thing?"
The stupid idiot desk minion bent over the sheet again. "Let's see...there's brush and, um, threehorn dens and...grappler oak—" Waiting for him to puzzle through the kanji nearly drove Hazō to scream.
"Yeah, whatever," Noburi broke in. "Look, I'm carrying about a hundred and fifty explosive tags on me right now, so I doubt there's anything there that'll be an issue."
Three heads turned to Noburi in shock.
"A hundred and fifty?" Hazō asked.
Noburi shifted in mild embarrassment. "Yeah, I realized on the way over that I forgot to restock after the mission."
"You forgot to restock?" the skinwaste said faintly. "A hundred and fifty tags and you forgot to restock?"
"I know, right?" Hazō muttered. "Idiot." He ruffled through a belt pouch and passed over a wad of seals. "Here, this should cover you for a short thing like this."
Noburi collected the pack from Hazō and the one that Keiko offered, the edge barely clasped between her fingertips.
"Thanks," Noburi said. He turned to the desk minion and held out an expectant hand. "Mission page, please?"
"Uh, sir," the skinwaste said, holding onto the page. "You know that you won't be comped for the tags, right? It's going to lose you money if you use more than one or two."
"Just give me the damn mission, okay?"
"Yes sir. Here you go." He passed the sheet over and bent to make the relevant mark in the mission book.
The Gōketsu were out the door before his brush touched ink.