CH_7.27 (245)The Hidden Frost army had taken over one of the tourist districts of Yu, forcing the big inns and hotels to accommodate the shinobi as guests for months on end. Most places had shut down and the staff had abandoned their buildings, but so places housing the chunin and jonin were still operating while being paid by wealthy turncoats supporting the shinobi.
Yuriko was part of the housekeeping staff at one of those hotels.
It was dinner ti and everyone was either out, or eating at the hotel’s restaurant. She arrived in front of a room and looked around the hallway before using the staff key to enter it after confirming that the occupant of the room wasn't in the hotel.
She moved quickly, rembering the instructions she had gotten two days back.
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Yuriko gulped as she stared at the bags of flour, pulses, and spices sitting in her living room. She looked across the table at the kid sitting alongside Motohiro. She recognised him from the posters around the city.
"You're... Takuma, right?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Takuma replied with a smile. "Has your husband discussed our intentions?"
She looked at Wada, her husband, who worked under Motohiro, the owner of a milling business.
"Yes."
"And what do you think?"
At the start of the week, Wada had brought Motohiro ho and they had talked about a job she could do for the resistance. She worked at a hotel with shinobi guests and without saying, she understood that the job was related to it. At first, she was hesitant. She spared no love for the shinobi as life had gotten harder since they had arrived—but her job was important—and not even her husband's displeasure about the job could make her stop working.
They had three children to raise and it took two people's inco to do it. Though neither she nor her husband had lost their job, Wada's pay had decreased because of the current hard tis as, in an attempt to keep everyone employed, Motohiro reduced everyone's salary so that no one was left behind.
Just entertaining the thought about doing sothing against shinobi would risk her job—sothing they couldn't afford. But now as she looked at the food sitting in the corner of her house, the prospect was too attractive to refuse.
"W-What will I have to do?" she asked.
"Nothing too different from your usual responsibilities," said Takuma. "We want you to take out so trash."
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Yuriko quickly entered the bedroom and looked for a "go-bag
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