Barely a voice could be hear over the ambient conversations taking place in the Dawnbringer’s Plaza. Mothers and fathers out with their families, acquaintances meeting for the first time, and even a groups of shinobi out arguing about who was more effective on their last mission. All in all this area of Kumogakure’s commerce and business district was a non-stop, never-ending, mecca of civilian activity. Anything and everything that one could want could be found within this section of Kumo. Whether it be a beautiful dress for a debutante ball, an elegant piece of home décor, a rare slice of oral delicacy, or perhaps even a well-crafted shinobi tool, this business plaza could accommodate any desire. It was for that very reason that real estate in this area demanded the highest prices. With the greatest amount of traffic small or large businesses would get the highest amount of exposure. This ultimately meant greater profits and richer owners. It therefore came to no surprise that rival owners often bickered with each other. Matters of this nature usually would fall to the civilian court system. Not exactly something the shinobi military force would have to tend to. However in this particular case Kumogakurian natives had fallen ill, and on top of that Okuza Ren has some leverage within the village.
Standing high atop the building across the street from the Green Lotus the Anbu known as Shade</COLOR><i></i> stared diligently at the daily on goings. Wearing a black Anbu robe and his signature skeleton mask over his face, the Anbu did what he did best, observe. Over the last hour as he waited for his partner, yet another Anbu whom he had never met, he took notes on things as they happened. In his hand sat his personal and private journal in which he detailed all the important happenings of his day. It was his way of ensuring that he never missed a single detail; and would help him remember specifics about people places and things later on. This little habit of his had developed over the last couple of years and thus he always kept his journal tucked tightly in his left inner breast pocket. As he watched people coming and going he recorded things of significance; who manned the tables out front, how many waiters there were, the name of each delivery company that brought foodstuffs as well as what time of the day they arrived, details that may pay dividends over the course of this mission. In his pocket sat the mission briefing, meeting location and time.
Okuza Ren stood affront his restaurant, waiting rather impatiently for the shinobi his cousin had promised. He was a middle-aged man, dressed in fine linens, with soft features. For years he ranked in the top 10 most prominent business owners within Kumo. Over the last year or so his standing had dropped a bit, however his restaurant the Green Lotus was still regarded as one of Kumogakure’s shinning examples of fine dining.
Standing high atop the building across the street from the Green Lotus the Anbu known as Shade</COLOR><i></i> stared diligently at the daily on goings. Wearing a black Anbu robe and his signature skeleton mask over his face, the Anbu did what he did best, observe. Over the last hour as he waited for his partner, yet another Anbu whom he had never met, he took notes on things as they happened. In his hand sat his personal and private journal in which he detailed all the important happenings of his day. It was his way of ensuring that he never missed a single detail; and would help him remember specifics about people places and things later on. This little habit of his had developed over the last couple of years and thus he always kept his journal tucked tightly in his left inner breast pocket. As he watched people coming and going he recorded things of significance; who manned the tables out front, how many waiters there were, the name of each delivery company that brought foodstuffs as well as what time of the day they arrived, details that may pay dividends over the course of this mission. In his pocket sat the mission briefing, meeting location and time.
Okuza Ren stood affront his restaurant, waiting rather impatiently for the shinobi his cousin had promised. He was a middle-aged man, dressed in fine linens, with soft features. For years he ranked in the top 10 most prominent business owners within Kumo. Over the last year or so his standing had dropped a bit, however his restaurant the Green Lotus was still regarded as one of Kumogakure’s shinning examples of fine dining.
Mission Briefing Note In Hiro’s Pocket said:Mission #1205
Arrival Time: 10:45 Am
Place: <COLOR color="#40BF00">Green Lotus restaurant, Center of Dawnbringers Plaza.
Details: Okuza Ren, highly regarded small business owner, has reported that several patrons of his fine dining establishment the Green Lotus have fallen ill. He has yet to uncover the nature or cause of the illness though he suspects foul play. A two-member cell is being summoned to investigate the situation and rectify the problem before any more civilians suffer similar fates. You have full authority during the investigation of this matter.
Note: This mission maybe performed with or without stealth as needed. However as always your identity as a member of the Anbu should be kept hidden.
Thank you for your assistance in this matter.
-Management.