Running around with a trash bag, and his sword at his side, Sephiroth was picking up trash. He hadn't filled a bag yet, but his job would be long for the day's work. Removing his glove, and replacing it with another, he was ready to do the mission assigned to him, it didn't matter on the job, truth be told he was glad to be alone. Handfuls of trash upon handfuls of trash came his way. Within minutes, he had a bag ful and was reaching for another. Tourism, a dirty, rich way to increase economic funds in the village, had ben the result of all the trash on the grounds. For his age and hight, it looked as if some teenager was doing work to get of parol, so many of the adults and people were avoiding him. The overall look of a bad guy, was apperent with all his dark clothing. It looked very ironic to teh god, that had which created Sephiroth, in the event that he was doing the dirty work of the people. A handful of time passed, with each handful of trash his grabbed. Luckily a dumpster was near his destination. He would clean up 20 bags worth of trash along the roads to the beach, with the side goal of doing 50 in 3 hours. However, alone, it appeared inpossible as he had filled 10 bags in an hour on three streets.

"The first goal, achievable, did not give the second truth." He was only willing to work as much as the day could give him, and as time passed by he was tired fromt he work. The trash inside the bag was heavy on his back, and picking it up, became difficult. Out of shape... one must olve the problem to turn into shape. He planned to work out tomarrow, to increase his own strength. This hand placed the last of the trash into the 15th, half an our passed by. He dared not show weaknes, but he was fatigued. 3/4ths of his goal was done. The last stretch of land, the beach, was 3 miles long, and filled with enough paper to fill ten forests. When he looked at the beach, the small idea that this mission was for the lowest of the low. But, as he wasn't going to care after it was done, he shruged and started to fill the last of the bags. That was when he realized, there was enough trash to fil the bags in an instant. One had only taken a few seconds, and the left 34 with an hour left to fulfil the second goal.

One, followed by another, the trash bads were full and he was able to go half of the full beach in half an hour. 5 bags left, and ten minutes, he was able to fil them, at the cost of moving as fast as he could. Drained, he had completed the mission, in three hours with 50 bags full. An achievement, worth the money he was going to get.

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