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Ronnel looked around the street, wondering where exactly the hospital was. He was saved from getting lost by spotting a sign marking the distance to the hospital, which made him breathe a sigh of relief – he knew he was on the correct road at least. As he headed towards his final full job, the teen spotted something that made him pause. There was a small park by the side of the road, with several trees and a clearing surrounded by bushes a short distance in. The Genin detoured and stepped into the park, looking around as nostalgia washed over him. The park reminded him of the small clearing that he had tied training in back home, and it was easy for him to stop for a moment and reminisce.
Then the teen’s eyes widened in irritation. There was trash all over the undergrowth between the trees around the clearing, and some strings hanging from low tree branches, where apparently someone had thrown them. But that wasn’t what actually irritated him – no, it was that one of the trees, on the far side of the clearing, was festooned with streamers of white paper, which covered nearly every inch of the tree. He growled and stalked over to it, judging something as he went. Sure enough, by the time he got to the tree he knew his supposition had been correct – someone had stood near the tree and thrown the paper up and over it. The paper didn’t go all the way up – just as high as a civilian could throw.
With a shake of his head, Ronnel began cleaning up the small park. He walked around the edge of the clearing, pulling candy wrappers and other sordid bits of trash from the bushes, and tearing the strings down from the tree branches. As he worked, he took a look at the trash he was collecting. The assortment of things made him think that a party had been thrown in this clearing recently, one that had gotten out of hand apparently. Then he came to the paper-covered tree, and again his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. This was a double atrocity to him – a waste of paper, and an insult to village.
Working quickly now, the Genin pulled the paper down from the tree branches, noting with some confusion that occasionally the paper would rip into small square segments about the size of his palm. He set aside this conundrum as he climbed up into the tree to work on pulling down some of the paper that had gotten stuck higher up, wadding it into balls to throw down. When he was finished pulling the paper down from the tree, the teen dropped down to the ground and looked at the pile of trash he had now collected. With all of the paper, the pile of trash was nearly three feet across and three feet high!
Thankfully, the park had several trashcans places around the outside edge. Picking up as much of the trash as he could in one go, and squeezing it tight so it wouldn’t blow off in the breeze, Ronnel headed over to the nearest trash bin and dropped his load into it. Surprisingly, the trash didn’t all fit – it seemed that there was already a fair amount of trash in the can. With a sigh the glasses wearing shinobi headed over to the next trash can. All told, it took him three trips to get all of the trash into the bins around the park, but when he was done he felt mildly accomplished, having made sure the village looked presentable.
Then he looked up at the sky and blanched – it was getting late, and if he didn’t get to the hospital quickly he wouldn’t make it in time for today. He took off at a run, heading down the street towards the hospital.