Rebuilding
May 26, 2014 20:55:12 GMT -7
Post by Zeruko Akataru on May 26, 2014 20:55:12 GMT -7
Akataru had only been in the Kofu for a short while and he had already heard some interesting news about rebuilding some villages in Takeda territory. While it seemed like it would more then likely be dull it was something he could do to help out some of the locals. If the young male was lucky maybe he might even get some notice from some of the more 'important' people of Kofu. That was of no matter to the warrior as he continued to walk down the dirt trail he had been on for awhile. He was just beginning to doubt the directions he was given when he began to see the bright brown wooden walls of the huts.
As soon as the slim figured man stepped foot in the village their were several other people helping rebuild the village that approached him. The men told him he was to be transporting the materials. That was their fancy way of saying he would be their pack mule for the day. Shrugging his shoulders Akataru rushed over to a cart of lumber. Grabbing the wooden handles of the cart the young male gave a soft sigh before starting to walk toward a man who seemed to be working on the raw lumber. While the sun beating down on Akataru was extremely hot the constant breeze was enough to cool the air enough so the heat wasn't uncomfortable. Akataru's skinny body wasn't of much help seeing as he focused more on speed then strength, this made it a bit of a challenge to be hauling around the heavy carts of supplies. Dropping the cart off near the woodworker Akataru immediately let go of the handle and headed over to another cart.
The second cart was a good deal heavy since it was filled with metal ore instead of the lumber. Sighing once more Akataru heaved the worn wooden handles up a little above his waist and headed towards the blacksmith. The gentle wind shifted as Akataru began to pant and walk with the cart. Striking the hot metal of a blade the blacksmith's hammer let out a loud crack with every collision. Still pulling the heavy cart behind him Akataru pushed everything out of his mind as he focused all of his strength in his legs and arms. Heading up the hill the cart's wheels squealed as it reached the top. Akataru dropped the materials before looking toward the blacksmith. "Here is your supply." He told the man with a soft grin on his face, proud that he had gotten the cart to it's destination.
Akataru began to walk back to the center of the village as the blacksmith stared up to the sky. "You're late..." The heavy set man grunted, his eyes still focused on the white hot metal he was working on. "That's not my fault!" The rather thin warrior blurted out as he turned to face the blacksmith once more. He had gotten the cart to the hill hadn't he? If he new the man wasn't going to appreciate the help he wouldn't have delivered the ore. "Sort them..." The bulky man still held a calm tone as he brought his plunged the hot metal into water before placing it in a barrel of several already finished swords. The blacksmith grabbed yet another blazing hot blade and began to work on it as he waited for his 'helper' to sort the ores.
Akataru gritted his teeth and bit his tongue as he heard the man's order. Not wanting to start anything when he should be helping rebuild the village the man quickly grouped the ore into barrels around the blacksmith. While he didn't know much about ores he took his best guess, sorting them mostly by colors. Placing the last of the ores in a barrel Akataru hurried off before the man could observe his work.
As soon as the slim figured man stepped foot in the village their were several other people helping rebuild the village that approached him. The men told him he was to be transporting the materials. That was their fancy way of saying he would be their pack mule for the day. Shrugging his shoulders Akataru rushed over to a cart of lumber. Grabbing the wooden handles of the cart the young male gave a soft sigh before starting to walk toward a man who seemed to be working on the raw lumber. While the sun beating down on Akataru was extremely hot the constant breeze was enough to cool the air enough so the heat wasn't uncomfortable. Akataru's skinny body wasn't of much help seeing as he focused more on speed then strength, this made it a bit of a challenge to be hauling around the heavy carts of supplies. Dropping the cart off near the woodworker Akataru immediately let go of the handle and headed over to another cart.
The second cart was a good deal heavy since it was filled with metal ore instead of the lumber. Sighing once more Akataru heaved the worn wooden handles up a little above his waist and headed towards the blacksmith. The gentle wind shifted as Akataru began to pant and walk with the cart. Striking the hot metal of a blade the blacksmith's hammer let out a loud crack with every collision. Still pulling the heavy cart behind him Akataru pushed everything out of his mind as he focused all of his strength in his legs and arms. Heading up the hill the cart's wheels squealed as it reached the top. Akataru dropped the materials before looking toward the blacksmith. "Here is your supply." He told the man with a soft grin on his face, proud that he had gotten the cart to it's destination.
Akataru began to walk back to the center of the village as the blacksmith stared up to the sky. "You're late..." The heavy set man grunted, his eyes still focused on the white hot metal he was working on. "That's not my fault!" The rather thin warrior blurted out as he turned to face the blacksmith once more. He had gotten the cart to the hill hadn't he? If he new the man wasn't going to appreciate the help he wouldn't have delivered the ore. "Sort them..." The bulky man still held a calm tone as he brought his plunged the hot metal into water before placing it in a barrel of several already finished swords. The blacksmith grabbed yet another blazing hot blade and began to work on it as he waited for his 'helper' to sort the ores.
Akataru gritted his teeth and bit his tongue as he heard the man's order. Not wanting to start anything when he should be helping rebuild the village the man quickly grouped the ore into barrels around the blacksmith. While he didn't know much about ores he took his best guess, sorting them mostly by colors. Placing the last of the ores in a barrel Akataru hurried off before the man could observe his work.
