Patrolling.

Mission Details
Nix’s progress report, a handwritten assessment, which could be found on Mizukage’s desk, detailed the components of her successful academic tutelage. Queries from House Pendragon about her aptitude and her current level of expertise based on the curriculum had been made and formally stacked beside her academy records. Although, upon introspection from the evaluator, the squire elected to omit her current thoughts, there was found to be no deviation from conformity. Expectations from both patrons were exceedingly high. House Pendragon and the village hidden in the mist, maintained correspondence, civility and diligence where Nix was concerned. The young woman was now recognised to be a citizen, and both factions were happy to facilitate her growth. Her stipend, and mission rewards that went towards general commerce, were graciously accepted by merchants. They enquired about her journey so far, and while not being dishonest, she addressed their curiosity with varying levels of courtesy.

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Nix found herself regaining focus, her consciousness a lidless eye through the night. Sleepless, and with a dwindlingly finite amount of sanity, she persevered. Seamlessly Nix dragged a hand through her crimson hair, weaving around a snag that her hairbrush had missed. Breakfast consisted of two poached eggs whose golden yolks threatened to spill with the subtlest nudge. Accompanying was a slice of toast, a rustic piece of bread that had been generously buttered. Sesame seeds adorned the delicate golden brown bread, which she sliced into two crunchy triangles. After finishing her breakfast, she couldn't help but detect the lingering, savoury delight of the peppercorn upon her lips. A subtle spice that had altered the meal spectacularly. Pepper, charred to perfection and expertly blended with just the right amount of heat. Each grain embodied the warmth of a sun-drenched kitchen. As Nix ran her tongue over her teeth, she savoured remnants of those meagre morsels, each bite wrapped in the comforting embrace of a charming smile.

She was clothed in casual attire, consisting of a shirt saturated by ink and paint, and pants of a similar distinction. Nix reported to the headquarters, her next mission was to become acquainted with the nuances of patrolling the village. Familiarizing herself with the environment was paramount to her qualms. The denizens of the office displayed a generally welcoming demeanour; however, there remained some lingering aspects of the challenging history associated with the bloody mist. Particularly, the administration process was rigid and old-fashioned, with clerical labour designed to allay even the most scholarly civilian. Paperwork relative to the nature of their work lined the walls. This was the place where scrolls of parchment, missions and rudimentary information were etched into papyrus. Their contents remained a mystery, and Nix found no reason to linger or tarry. If one may elect to find Nix, she’d be found leisurely roaming through the halls of the administration building.

Word Count: 472/1000
Nix’s Statistics

Kurai was already up sitting on his bed reading a book when Kiken knocked on his door. Now Kurai had changed his attitude a little bit, but pleasantries still weren't a thing for him.
“What?” He said as he glanced up at his father.
“Son, when are you going to learn to speak nicely? Sometimes you have to say things that are friendly or at least respectful.” Kiken said as he rolled his eyes and handed an envelope to Kurai.
“What? I changed my attitude like ‘The Jounin Brothers’ and Shikami have requested me to. It's not like I told you to ‘go fuck yourself’ or ‘get the fuck out of my room'!” Kurai said as he opened the envelope. Maybe it was slightly disturbing to Kiken at how casual he had said these words.
“You're right, after all you're still able to walk, breathe and talk!” Kiken said with a smirk as he playfully hit Kurai on the back of the head.
“When did you get a wind heart…actually maybe I should ask HOW?” Kiken asked Noticing, Kurai had another mask on his back!
“From Zim…” Kurai answered as he finished reading the paper in the envelope.
“Oh…yeah…forgot he had wind. Alright then I'll see you later. Kiken said, giving Kurai a quick side hug.
“Wait, how did you know it was wind you can't see it?” Kurai asked, Kiken just smirked and snickered as he left the room.
“Asshole…” Kurai muttered under his breath as he got up and put on his boots.
“I heard that…1…” Kurai knew what would happen if he got to 3 so he hurried at the door to meet up with Nix Pendragon, the girl he was doing the missions with. He knew who she was because they had already done two missions together, he kind of considered her a member of their team. He arrived just in time to meet up with the red headed young lady.
“I get to work with you today, just the two of us?” Kurai for some reason felt his face flush slightly.
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818/1,000 MWC

Everyone she saw wore hauntingly hollow expressions, waiting, watching, wanting.

The superficiality of the villagers was in their silence, their eyes vacant windows filled with famine. Hunger gripped their souls in a relentless tide of want. During her ecological expedition around the Step Stones, Nix became aware of an unsettling realisation. Having sailed the eerily calm seas, Nix returned the islanders’ forlorn gaze. The faces she encountered, marked by hardship, were akin to empty shells, remnants of lives once filled with hope, now reduced to mere allegories of vagrancy that sapped the clarity of her thoughts from time to time. Nix navigated Kirigakure's formidable storm barrier when she arrived at the academy. The swirling storms shielded them from invasion, and the more profound struggles of the village’s marginalised struck her like a tooth-wrenching fist to the face.

The enigmatic Isle of Mist and the surrounding archipelago faced significant challenges, including intermittent monsoonal rains, widespread lawlessness, and persistent deprivation. These issues were not just challenges but integrated into their daily lives, impacting their livelihoods and infrastructure. Residents in the shadow of the Storm Barrier had all but forsaken their fields; once fertile and promising, the earth lay fallow as the mist loomed darker each day.

These beleaguered souls considered food to be a pragmatic concept of what could not elude them. Nix saw the signs of decay and despair around her, poignant monuments suffering what had unfolded over time. Foreign commerce, typically a lifeline, had reached a near standstill, leaving the villagers trapped in their struggle with little hope for respite. They were either too feeble or too afraid to entertain the notion of theft or piracy. The silent seas lapped attritional against their foreboding shores, eroding what could be considered a sense of calm. Valuable heirlooms and cherished treasures whisked away left whispers of dismay among Kirigakure’s closest neighbours. They were in desperate need, their poverty overwhelmingly apparent. Horrifically.

The claymore lay heavily, impractically and would be an encumbrance in actual combat. However, after scrutinising every aspect of its flaws, Nix allowed it to be excessively defined as a case of As Advertised. "Shards, fragments," She mumbled, startling from her hands white-knuckled with rage around the handle. " Remnants!"  Her composure and self-restraint slipped, tempered, paper-thin shackles loosened; Nix felt brittle in faith."They couldn't find a single reason to deny me this opportunity." She slowly turned the rest of herself around to critique the man's face with unblemished lucidity. As suddenly as becoming uncomfortably familiar with each new revelation radiantly expressed by his demeanour, Nix accepted that this was an abstract moment of informality. She spoke briefly, concisely and enunciated eloquently. "The absolving refinement of the ease-of-purchase and the articulation of the brochure alone would have killed anyone who looked at the prices!" She denied herself the pleasure of silently accepting the wit of facts as she quietly questioned the man "They even let me walk out with it in exchange for currency?"

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Word Count: 494.
Total Word Count: 966/1,000
Mission Word Count:  1,000/1,000.

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Claims:
Reward: 2000 Ryo / 10 AP.

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Techniques and Statistics.
Statistics: +7 Speed, +2 Vigour.
Skill: Previous Word Count King’s Creed 2,833/3,000 + 167 = 3,000/3,000 {Skill Learnt!}
Jutsu Learnt!
Projection. B-Rank. 1,000 + 750 = 1,750/1,750

Working with Nix was always interesting. She was a hard-working ninja, much like himself, and she could hold her own in almost any situation! Well, the ones he had seen her deal with anyway! This mission was more irritating! Dealing with the people they had to deal with on the patrolling mission, they had to do it today. They patrolled all the assigned areas, and it seemed not to go peacefully because a few people liked to challenge authority. It's normal! People tend to challenge authority, and that's probably the reason they have this exact mission.

They patrolled the area as instructed and had a few small issues, but nothing was impossible. After a few hours of doing the patrol mission, they could leave. Another mission was well handled by the two of them! He enjoyed working with Nix. He said goodbye and headed home. He was wondering if he would see Nix again soon. He would love to hang out with her or even do another mission with her. He went home, took a shower, and then had some dinner before heading to his nice warm bed.

TWC:550
1000/1000 WCM complete 
+5 stats
5- vigor
Rewards claimed for mission 
Jutsus later

Kurai Tau wrote:

TWC:550
1000/1000 WCM complete 
+5 stats
5- vigor
Rewards claimed for mission 
Jutsus later

Approved