- Location
- Wörms, the half continent
"It's incentive. Of course, if you do accept the challenge and fail... hmm... I think I shall find a truly tortuous punishment. Certainly something that stretches the limit of all of your skills."Raising an eyebrow Kimimaro turned to his sensei.
"Truly? That seems an excessive amount of money. I despise doing menial labour but it's worth that much to you?"
Are we sure she's an Uzumaki? Akimichi might be a better fit.Karin shakes off her daze and follows the two of them. So what if she was imagining food?! That's a healthy habit when asked about a meal!
"How good are you at dog walking? Mowing the lawn? Fence painting? Babysitting? Cat catching?""Why, what's so special about D ranked missions?" Karin asks earnestly. "Are they particularly difficult?"
The troupe started off down the road, quickly coming to the food district of Konoha. Restaurants filled every avalible space. Stopping outside one, Anko waited at the open door, which revealed an almost barren set of tables. Soon a fat man with scars running up his arm to his elbow appears, a sour look on his face.
"Mitarashi. You want to have a seat for..."
With that he catches a look at Naruto stood just behind his sensei. His scowl deepened.
"Ah, sorry, we're full. Go look elsewhere for food."
"You want to try something, Shioya?" The expression on Anko's face is far from impressed.
"You know I don't like you. And you want my brother's..." He tails off, looking at the adolescents behind her.
"And I don't like you. Now, how about you realise I don't give a shit about your bitch arsed brother, and go find us a table."
"Retired doesn't mean that I still cant-" Shioya was cut short by a knee to the groin that propelled him backwards into the tables behind him.
"So, you did want to try something. And failed. Nice. So, that will be a table for four, on the house? Excellent." The man said nothing in response, merely swearing under his breath as Anko led the team past him and to one of the tables near the back.