Arrival
He was where he was supposed to be, staring at a small building which hardly stood out from the surrounding houses. Shuffled in a grid like pattern bordering a street, he was interested for a moment in the residential differences that Konoha had as opposed to the expanse of Iwagakure. The reason he was here in the first place was explained to the new class of students in a way that he found both understanding and which gave him a small sliver of purpose. The village itself was not a cash cow afterall, funding was needed and between money received from the Fire Country, Konoha also made a good portion of it's revenue from it's shinonbi completing missions or jobs from clients. These missions were usually in some way, form or fashion potentially dangerous which left the simple day to day chore tier missions from within the village for the fledgling shinobi. There was no mistake that he was not all to fond of the mission chore he had been given but it was a chance for him to save money for himself. Taking a look at his directions once again, he was glad he had done so as he was not supposed to knock on the clients door but simply to use the nails and hammer by the door. Sighing loudly he moaned as his whole objective here was none other than to mend shingles on the roof, while the client was away. By any means the job would be a piece of cake, but he was a youth and this was a glorified chore so he did see it as off setting in a way. Only problem...
No ladder....
Sighing louder than before to the attention of some people passing by on the streets, Kouza would adjust his chakra flow before leaping upwards. He'd land onto the ledge of the room with pail of nails and hammer in hand. The job was relatively simple considering not many of the shingles had been loosened in general and so the youth would set to work realigning the loosened ones. During this tedious and time consuming task he would notice something strange about the roof. Nothing wrong in it's structure but in a small area the shingles seemed to compress downwards as if something extremely heavy had deformed their shapes. Blinking he would by curious nature move closer to the depression, finding interest in how the hard shingles had been deformed to such an extent without breaking. Truly it was astonishing that not even a single crack was visible in their structure. To say that his curious nature didn't get the better of him was an understatement as he crept closer it would only take a single cracking noise before Kouza understood his mistake. The stability beneath him was gone and in the blink of an eye he had disappeared into a hole followed by portions of surrounding shingles. The hole itself was small but it had been enough to allow his body to fall into the home with ease....
[WC: 507]
He was where he was supposed to be, staring at a small building which hardly stood out from the surrounding houses. Shuffled in a grid like pattern bordering a street, he was interested for a moment in the residential differences that Konoha had as opposed to the expanse of Iwagakure. The reason he was here in the first place was explained to the new class of students in a way that he found both understanding and which gave him a small sliver of purpose. The village itself was not a cash cow afterall, funding was needed and between money received from the Fire Country, Konoha also made a good portion of it's revenue from it's shinonbi completing missions or jobs from clients. These missions were usually in some way, form or fashion potentially dangerous which left the simple day to day chore tier missions from within the village for the fledgling shinobi. There was no mistake that he was not all to fond of the mission chore he had been given but it was a chance for him to save money for himself. Taking a look at his directions once again, he was glad he had done so as he was not supposed to knock on the clients door but simply to use the nails and hammer by the door. Sighing loudly he moaned as his whole objective here was none other than to mend shingles on the roof, while the client was away. By any means the job would be a piece of cake, but he was a youth and this was a glorified chore so he did see it as off setting in a way. Only problem...
No ladder....
Sighing louder than before to the attention of some people passing by on the streets, Kouza would adjust his chakra flow before leaping upwards. He'd land onto the ledge of the room with pail of nails and hammer in hand. The job was relatively simple considering not many of the shingles had been loosened in general and so the youth would set to work realigning the loosened ones. During this tedious and time consuming task he would notice something strange about the roof. Nothing wrong in it's structure but in a small area the shingles seemed to compress downwards as if something extremely heavy had deformed their shapes. Blinking he would by curious nature move closer to the depression, finding interest in how the hard shingles had been deformed to such an extent without breaking. Truly it was astonishing that not even a single crack was visible in their structure. To say that his curious nature didn't get the better of him was an understatement as he crept closer it would only take a single cracking noise before Kouza understood his mistake. The stability beneath him was gone and in the blink of an eye he had disappeared into a hole followed by portions of surrounding shingles. The hole itself was small but it had been enough to allow his body to fall into the home with ease....
[WC: 507]