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The umbrella covering Natsu's frame from endless, and unforgiving stream of watery tears was of affordable accommodations. It was perhaps a noteworthy addition, to mention the economical situation of a Ketsueki clan member. Material possessions beyond the confines of the temple are rare, indeed. Though the chuunin had earned some money through missions, wealth remained an unreachable distance from his pale, slender grasp. Splashing beneath his sandal clad feet, Natsu's eyes maintained a fixed gaze on the countless ripples stretching across the wet ground before him, each step sending ever larger ripples through the surface maintained by ceaseless rain. A hand traveled down to the zipper of his hoodie, pulling it up to offer some warmth, or rather, repel the cold. As per usual, Natsu's sleeves covered most of his hands and traveled down the shape of his fingers. In this case, he was quite thankful for that, as the rain was starting to manage a chilling touch.

The best way of familiarizing himself with the strife to come, the young ninja's destination had been set. He needed to head towards town hall, and sign up for a contract. It would put some money in his pockets, and it would send him down a path with a present goal. The less than exciting trip bringing the boy towards town hall had been all but eventful, though as was planned, Natsu stamped his name on a contract which now drew him as its holder.

[i]B-Rank Mission. - Bandits have been attacking travelers between Amegakure and the western trade route. It has been narrowed down to five individuals at work, armed with conventional weaponry, likely stolen. Their leader is believed to be a rouge ninja, and possesses skills expected of a trained warrior.[/i]

Bandits, the scums of the earth, as some would call it. Those who feast on a misfortune they cause, for others. Those to relish in the spoils of robbery, and death. It was no stretch to say that these contracts were of the more usual variation. As Natsu's eyes scanned the documents, pale fingers slipped beneath the page and lifted it to reveal payment information on the upcoming information. Nothing special, or noteworthy. A job's a job, as they said. Anything that earned the boy ryō and leaned towards his skill set was fair game. Natsu signed himself up, and started towards the designated destination. This was, to be fair, his first mission by his lonesome. As a genin, you rarely worked alone. As if a bird in a nest, it was time to be pushed out and fly, or fall.