Yoshiko continued to be impressed and delighted by the commitment of her team. Suikazura suggesting a logical equipment addition to the missions specifics, as Akari informed them light or not her sensory could help them.
"I'm a sensor too, so perhaps we can split up into teams. Suikazura and myself, then the Aihara duo with our assistant." The girl considered the potential strategy with such glee and almost a sentiment of amusement. This whole ordeal reminded her of the missions she did with Akira as genin, they'd killed those boar in that cave. It however wasn't a B-rank missions, which didn't seem to now add up to the jounin.
"I honestly don't know if I believe the details of this mission, I'm worried we might just be harvesting bacon for more team building." Even if she was wrong, her jinton techniques all had a very 'bright' aspect to them. Certainly that'd be the light to triumph in these battles, but she'd already seen these followers of light imbue items with it. She knew there was more to this religious junk than faith and lore, but she couldn't help feeling their was simply a different chakra involved. It all sounded like over glorified kid stories to her. They also didn't know how much time they'd have to get supplies, so she didn't wanna send Suikazura out to get torches. They could make them along the way maybe?
Unlike the jounin team leader, the final arrival of their assistant, would not be excited or gleeful. Instead the individual was a man with a relatively bland appearance, nothing physically about him stood out at a glance. His facial expression though was that of a person who'd seen a ghost, a panicked and yet focused stare into oblivion. As though hell itself had more than once randomly wandered over to ruin this mans life. Despite his grim expression, he wore rather regal white robes and carried a large notebook with a feather sticking out and a vial of likely ink strapped to a belt around his waste. He had a sword at his hip and a shield strapped to his wrist. He'd arrive on horseback reliant on it to likely keep pace with these shinobi.
"Are you the lot?" He'd ask despite being late, he seemed to care little about formality. In truth he was worried about the task at hand, it needed to be dealt with and quickly. He needed to see it through, but he was scared and scarred from a past which pushed him into the faith. These shinobi so reliant on chakra and their 'own' power. Who're they to be trusted? Especially to care about the lives of others, as well as to handle the unfathomable horrors of what he knew they were after. The lot of 'girls' were all young by his first glance. What kind of trick would it be to send him with these 'school girls'?
Yoshiko would pop-up chipperly at the question of whether or not they were the 'lot'.
"You're the uh-the Preacher? Preacher Dosu, right?! If so then yup! We're the 'lot!' I'm Nohime Yoshiko, leader of team seven." Yoshiko would explain, as she'd gest to her team to, so they could introduce themselves to this so kind gentlemen. He'd however make an almost annoyed grumble, before tugging at the reigns of his horse. The dust release user moving up to the man's side, as to help guide the horse and lead her team on. She mentally expected her team to introduce themselves regardless of the man's disposition, but she'd understand if his rudeness caused them to keep quiet.
"It's this way..." He'd state likely being his last words spoken before they made the cave.
Team 7: Mission (1)
