This wasn't Sango's first mission as a chuunin - what a sad sign for both their own and the village's prospects if it had been, a full year after their promotion - but it
was their first mission with this particular team.
With
their team, they supposed they should get into the habit of calling Imagawa Takumi and Nakajima Taro. They still weren't sure quite how they felt about this new, permanent placement on a team - even though Sango had been the one to put in a request for it or not - but in the end, their feelings didn't really matter, they supposed. Failure was not an option, so they would simply - make this placement work.
A whisper of a voice interrupted their concentration from where they'd been keeping watch - soft enough that the words themselves escaped Sango, but not the
intent. They tilted their head over towards the older chuunin who had spoken, keeping one eye on the sea even as they met Taro's... rather intense grin with their own polite little smile. Their eyes traced his scrolls with interest when he mentioned them, before flicking over to the still silent Takumi and back.
"Masahiro Sango," the younger introduced themself as.
"I'm a mid-range fighter, specializing in the rope dart with a bit of genjutsu sprinkled in here and there." They shifted slightly, letting their cloak fall away from the center to reveal their rope dart that was wrapped around their waist as a belt.
Sango's smile faded into something twisted with grief, just for a heartbeat, before they shrugged.
"Nothing too interesting, really. I've been floating between teams, filling in where needed for a while. It wasn't bad, but - well, you can't really get anywhere without stability, you know?" That was
all true, but it wasn't the whole truth - the whole story - and they weren't disappointed that Takumi's preparations cut off any other chance of sharing more.
Takumi and Taro worked well together -
old friends, as Taro had called them, shifting wordlessly between tasks together - which would cause Sango a moment or two of worry and doubt in the future. At the moment, the Masahiro merely pulled their weight where they could. They helped the other two chuunin haul the boat onto land as quietly as could be managed. They looked over towards where the base was situated.
"Recon first?" Sango asked, glancing between Taro and Takumi.
"All together or splitting up?" Their voice was soft enough to blend in with the gently lapping water behind the three shinobi - though if you were listening for it, you could pick it up.
Imagawa Takumi //
Nakajima Taro //
Yuki Shuka Takumi and Taro can use whatever pronouns for Sango!
They tend to speak very neutrally, but wouldn't have told either of their teammates yet.