Seeds of Potential Apr 24, 2021 16:32:36 GMT
Post by Arley on Apr 24, 2021 16:32:36 GMT
Level 2 1,000 Now you’ve finished delivering all the milk in a reasonable time, you are now ready for your second lesson; ploughing a field. But you might as well stop looking for farming equipment because you’ve got to do it with your bare hands!
“Well now, you’ve certainly improved your time on the round haven’t you Arley?” The woman simply flashed the elderly man a grin as she deposited the last bottle, fishing out the empty and leaving the home owner with a sly wink; it was surprising how many of the people on the islands were awake this early in the morning and while she never had time to stop and chat she had slowly managed to make time for them all by picking up the pace between the homes, finding shortcuts that necessitated better pacing, better balance, all to have a few moments a house to simply speak with the denizens there. The woman didn’t say much but there was something to the simplicity of it, the soft sense of belonging was something new and wonderful for her; these people didn’t care what she was or what she was about… she was simply a part of their lives now, a daily routine, she belonged rather than stood apart. Still, today’s run was over and it was time to return to standardized training; while she didn’t show it on her face her heart felt somewhat heavy for that departure. Roshi, however, was no fool and was as talented a teacher as his alumni preached; when the woman returned to him the older man laughed his wheezy, perverted laugh and motioned for her to follow him across the fields. “This way, this way! I think you’re ready to have your solo training upgraded… I think you’ll finally regret your choice of attire!”
The woman rolled her eyes at that one; wanting to avoid the wet shirt scenario of her first time on the milk run the woman had elected to go with standard beach faire and a nice, breezy sarong she could bundle up and balance on her head as she swam to keep it relatively dry. Sure it didn’t leave a huge amount to the imagination but it was a damn sight better than wearing soaked clothing that clung to every curve… Roshi had praised her ingenuity for that, though his disappointment at having to alter his leering was clear and apparent. Still the woman followed across the rolling fields, the sound of birdsong clear in the air as they moved deeper into the island and eventually came to a series of unsullied fields containing one older man trying to hoe the landscape. For a moment the woman looked somewhat confused as Roshi hailed his peer and began discussing something with them; it was only when money changed hands that she realised just what was going on; the old man was using her as free labour, she understood that, but there was something about seeing the deal take place directly was a little bit like being slapped. The old man must have realised it as he walked over to her grinning because he immediately counted out half of it before tucking it into the side of her bikini bottoms, Arley simply blinking in absolute stunned silence at the realisation that he had actually done that to her without so much as a thought.
“Here’s the deal; each day after delivering the milk you’ll jog over to here and till the soil of one of this man’s fields; there’s no tools to be used, not even a sharp rock like your predecessor did. Oh no, you’re going to dig the furrows into the soil with your bare hands… once the field is complete for the day you’ll return to Kame House for breakfast and perhaps a shower.” The woman’s mouth opened and shut as she continued trying to process what had just happened. “You… you just… just…” The old man looked confused for a moment before realisation dawned; reaching over he deftly pulled the zenni back out from the side of her underwear and put it into his shirt pocket, separate from his own cut. “Wouldn’t want it getting dirty, I’ll make sure it’s there for you when you return to the house. Oh… oh I see, you meant the way I put it there like you were a stripper? Well you hardly have pockets right now! Now, get to work, breakfast won’t wait forever!” Without even thinking the man gave her a half-pat, half-push at the small of her back in the direction towards the fields… though she did note the way the appendage brushed her rear as her master stepped back, sat down on a rock and lit his pipe to watch her work. He was certainly ballsy, or rather she was coming to appreciate that he wasn’t being overly brave or risky in his advances or his licentiousness… he was simply comfortable with the sort of reprobate he was. She could respect that, even if she was intending to kick him extremely hard in the gut if he tried that once more.
It wouldn’t take long before she was understanding just why Roshi had made a dig at her choice of attire; still wet from the numerous rivers and water bodies she had needed to cross during the milk rounds the woman would soon be slathered in mud as she dug into the soft loam and dragged the dirt back in order to carve out the furrows that the farmer would need. Her outfit would survive, provided she washed it, but she was going to need something a bit more heavy duty than a simple shower in order to get the filth off of herself. Still there was still a lot to do and she could feel her stomach writhing with the need to have something to eat considering how much exercise she was getting; as she worked she could at least acknowledge that this was both excellent endurance training alongside her raw strength, it took great force to dig bare handed even in the loam here, after all. By the time she was done with that one field though her chest was heaving, the woman sat in the mud and staring blankly at the uncaring sky while she tried to recover enough to make the trip back. To her side Roshi hopped off of the log he’d been sat on and calmly put his pipe away. “Same time tomorrow, one field a day… can’t have you sitting around Arley, not if you want breakfast!”