[Yamamoto Shosuke]

Being on a "team" was a weird concept, at least for Sho.

Sho had worked together with people before, in fact his day-to-day life had necessitated it. He was a doctor's assistant, not yet qualified to do the entirety of the work himself, nor able to take a full medical suite to himself. But that was just it, he wasn't assigned to a particular doctor or to a member of staff or even to a specific site. He had worked across the village, in the hospital, the clinic, even just alongside local experts who specialised in things like reiki or acupuncture.

The entire idea was to maximise and spread his understanding of medical knowledge to the utmost degree before he finally got his license and was able to practice as a field medic. Thus, he never studied under one person for too long, absorbing all of the possible information provided by both his clan and their contacts within the village. Such was the role of one who may wind up assuming the role of their clan leader one day.

As such, this was the first time he was part of a "team". A declared unit, grouped with other people and unable to rotate out. If he didn't like them, he simply had to deal with them until he could pass the Chuunin exams and choose which field of work he would go into for himself.

As negative as that might all sound, Sho was excited. He had heard things throughout the village about the fox girl he had apparently been paired with, but he wasn't one to listen to gossip and rumour.

There was apparently some sort of legend that everyone who got involved with her wound up hurt or in an accident or their life fell apart, but he didn't believe in superstition. Whilst curses were a very real thing, they were a specific form of art that one had to actively practice. Someone would have had to actively set the thing on her, and what could she have possibly done to earn that?

The pair had been given a mission, to escort some caravan to the coast and then on to Kirigakure. They wouldn't be leaving the nation's borders, merely protecting them to the docks and then letting the Ashigaru take things from there. But still, even remaining in the country there may be some considerable threat to watch out for.

That was why, he assumed, they had put his team on this mission, with his renown as a doctor. He could help keep them alive if they need it. Right now, all the shipments that could get out of the country needed to get out of the country, they could ill afford a damage to their economic power.

That was why Sho was standing against the gate, waiting for his colleague - No, his comrade. Dressed in his usual white coat and blue garb, he was eager to get this underway and to see just how compatible they truly were as a pair. After all, he couldn't let Azarea down, not if they were to make the village a powerhouse again.

522 words | Murahira Hana

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C Mission 1/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Murahira Hana]

Hana Murahira Do your best until you know better once you know better, then do better

in life, honor - in death, glory Hana had a new teammate. Her previous teammates had been nice, but they had not been the most skilled, and because of that they had been labeled failure, put onto a team, and then practically forgotten by the village. Now they were gone, and Hana had been left alone with their team leader - until this new guy joined in. Hana didn't know him well, nor know much about him. Medical things were outside her specialty and her clan didn't get involved with it very much either. However, she had heard that he was competent, so the old rumor about her team being failures had been dispelled with the retirement of her old comrades. But Hana wasn't without her own issues, even if she had not been an outright failure. None could decry her ability. She was known as the Future of Kumogakure for a reason, after all. The only problem was that she was a disaster, too. She worked hard and that was about all she ever did. From sunup to sundown, she worked hard, trained hard, and strove to better herself. There had been many casualties of her extreme dedication over the years as few could keep up, and even less were willing to put up with her overbearing nature for too long. But the results spoke for themselves. She was, if nothing else, extremely promising... So, would this new Shosuke be able to keep up with Hana? Or at the very least put up with her? For a newcomer to the team, Shosuke would find that Hana at least put up an appealing front. As she approached their meeting place, she stood out. Her white hair, ears, and fluffy tail were a stark contrast in any crowd, and even more-so in no crowd.  Beyond that, though, she was certainly a young beauty, and she didn't do much to hide that. In fact, some might say she did too little. Her outfit was questionable for a shinobi, as the kimono did not look like it would be able to stay on her if she began fighting, yet it always did. But it showed off a lot of what Hana had to offer, and that generally went over well with those who admired the female form and earned her some early good will before she started working them into an early grave. "Are you ready, Yamamoto-san?" Hana inquired as she approached. "We have a long journey ahead of us, and it might be dangerous so we shouldn't wait around too much."

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[Yamamoto Shosuke]

If one put one's ear to the ground, there were a lot of rumours floating around about Sho. Some argued he was a plant from another village because he manifested an ability supposedly impossible from those who were from Kumo, some people said he was some sort of divine gift from the kami, yet other people said he was a failure as a ninja as he walked away from the career rather than stick at it. There were many, many rumours, and most of them contradicted with each other.

Still, if Hana cared not for such things, she likely would have heard none of it, as said rumours ran in circles she likely did not.

Instead, ignoring all else, the pair were here in the here and now. Sho had come early, and Hana was arriving late, and in quite strange dress. Sho stared at her for a moment in slight confusion, not in the way that one might if they were perving over her, sizing up her dress and body like some sort of hungry animal, but rather in the way of a doctor. A man whose very job it was to keep them safe, and happy, and alive.

They were travelling across great swathes of land and doing so at a pace to avoid people finding them unduly. He imagined what she was wearing was comfortable, but he wondered just how well a kimono would hold up against a determined enemy. It may even backfire, limiting one's freedom of movement and increasing one's likelihood to get hurt.

As a doctor, it seemed his obligation to say something.

He should have no problem bringing up such issues, they were the same rank and most importantly they were teammates. Yet, for some reason, he found the words choked in his throat, refused to come out, denied his will as a doctor and simply stuck in his throat like a turgid lump.

"You're right, we need to move, and sooner rather than later. The longer we spend just sitting around here, the more we make our client wait." Sho finally said, deciding at least for now to put aside his teammate's bizarre choice in fashion and move on with their work.

With that, he turned like a dime, before beginning to walk forwards. He didn't dash, didn't use body flicker, didn't run - there was no need to. They had plenty of time and getting there soon would be enough. After all, at this point it was little more than good business sense and a desire to maintain a strong relationship that made them go immediately. Technically they had plenty of time to get to the rendezvous, but the earlier they could show up the more they would seem professional.

Still, it was hard to tell what first impression he was giving to the fox girl. No comment on her outfit, no leering over her dress like she had clearly intended, immediate professionalism and choosing to prioritise getting their mission started over a proper meet and greet. He hadn't even answered her initial question about whether he was ready or not, though that was mainly because he had mistaken it for a hypothetical question.

Whatever the case, it was clear that this one was far different from teammates she had worked with before.

As they walked, Sho decided to alleviate some of the tension and shoot a lowball question to his colleague, something to make it seem like he was at least making an effort to be social.

"So... How many times have you been on missions like this, Hana-senpai?" He didn't tend to use honorifics, but if this girl was fond of them, he would make sure to amend his speech just once.

"You have far more experience in the field than I do, so I was wondering if there was anything you would like me to learn from you whilst we're working?"

652 words | Murahira Hana

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C Mission 3/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Murahira Hana]

Hana Murahira Do your best until you know better once you know better, then do better

in life, honor - in death, glory Shosuke seemed to catch on that they should get moving right away, but much to Hana's surprise, and maybe disappointment, he wasn't really going to go very quickly. He was content to just... walk... Wasting time was wasting potential and wasting either was an affront to Kumogakure as far as Hana was concerned. The time they spent walking was time they could spend doing something more beneficial, and not doing so was going to be problematic for Hana. She was already struggling with the idea of merely walking to their destination. "If this is all the faster you plan to move, then our client shall wait one way or another," Hana replied with a frustrated tone. "I've been on a few missions like this, it's nothing abnormal, really," Hana answered in regard to his question. "If you want to learn something from me, though, it is that there is no reason to do anything less than to the best of your ability - and that includes traveling." Hana was concerned with rumors about her teammates. She wasn't worried about rumors about herself. She wasn't the type to care about opinions, about feelings, about whatever beliefs someone may hold. The only thing that Hana cared about was performance - and by extension, results. Walking was poor performance. It got poor results. Hana was not going to waste her time doing anything so foolish, so she took off running without warning. She didn't know how fast Shosuke was, so she didn't give it everything she had. She wasn't necessarily concerned about leaving him behind as she was more than fine taking on missions by herself - and generally did - because she didn't trust anyone else to not die or something. Shosuke had his problems. Hana had hers. Hana did not play well with others...

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[Yamamoto Shosuke]

Sho's eyebrow crooked as she accused him of going too slowly. They were going to be crossing an entire nation and she wanted to run the entire way there? What was she, some sort of tireless juggernaut? Either that or she had badly misjudged just how far they were going to be travelling.

"Hana, we're going cross-country, if you-" he began, trying to explain the situation to her before he found himself talking to thin air. It seemed that rather than listen to him for even a second she had already burst into a jolt of speed and taken off running out the gate.

For a moment, Sho stood there, looking after her as her shadow took off, running into the open planes that surrounded the village, cocking his head to one side as if he couldn't quite believe what she was doing.

"-Right. I guess just ignore my input then."

Throwing his hands together, he quickly formed a hand-sign and disappeared, dashing forwards with such speed he couldn't be tracked until he dropped out of it next to Hana.

Keeping up with her pace-for-pace, step for step, the pair seemed to be running towards their destination with all haste, although Sho had to admit he was only doing it because she was instead of out of any real understanding of why she was acting this way.

"As I was TRYING to say, Hana, we're crossing the entire nation on this job. We're taking the merchants down to the coast, which you'll note is nowhere near here. Not to mention the fact that they won't be able to keep up with us because they're using a wagon.

All running like this is actually doing is dropping our stamina and making us turn up unnecessarily early for the rendezvous. I understand you're eager for the mission, but let's at least be sensible, alright?"

Sho wasn't trying to talk down to her, but unintentionally he had adopted the voice of the doctor telling the patient to take their prescription seriously, telling someone not to put too much weight on their leg before it had time to heal. It was the voice of someone who "knew better" talking to someone who was liable to make a mistake, and that much might drive her absolutely crazy.

Still, at least it explained that he wasn't just being lazy, but was instead following his own sense of logic to its natural conclusion.

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Running as they were, it took them about ten minutes to arrive at the agreed meeting spot. The spot was at the crossroads of a large, intranational road, one path leading in the direction of their border with the Land of Frost and Shimogakure, and the other pointed to the South-East towards the sea.

At this point, it was impossible to see the ocean, even from this high vantage point. But it was also impossible to see the caravan they had agreed to guide, for one main reason.

It hadn't arrived yet.

Taking a moment to look up at the sun ever so briefly, Sho took a moment of mental calculation in his head. They had arrived an entire hour early, and now they had no choice but to sit around for an hour. All because Hana was unable to take anything at a reasonable pace and felt the need to hurry.

"Still feel running here was the right idea?" He asked, his tone a little irked from the clear mismatch of personalities. The girl who tried too hard and the guy who acted entirely too sensibly.

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C Mission 5/15

Jutsus Used
NAME: Shunshin no Jutsu [Body Flicker Technique]
RANK: D
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu [General]
ELEMENT: None
HANDSEALS: 1
DESCRIPTION: By invigorating one's entire body with chakra, a shinobi can seemingly disappear and reappear in another location faster than most people can see. Often times one's movements are disguised with the use of an extra element, be it a smoke bomb, leaves, water, sand, etc. in order to hide the user's trajectory from those with skilled eyes. Though it mimics teleportation, it is important to remember this jutsu merely boosts the agility of its user. As useful as this technique is, it can only be used 4 times in a battle thread, compounding in exertion and difficulty each time. with any more usages beyond that result in muscle tears in the legs from overexertion. The hand seal for this technique must be held until the shinobi reaches their destination, making it impossible to utilize other techniques regardless of any preparation.

[Murahira Hana]

Hana Murahira Do your best until you know better once you know better, then do better

in life, honor - in death, glory Cross-country, across the country, whatever it was, it didn't matter to Hana. Hana was going to give her one-hundred percent best effort all the time, no matter what. So, she ran. She didn't care if Shosuke didn't want to keep up. He could walk and arrive in time, but Hana was going to get there as soon as she could. But Shosuke did keep up. He appeared out of nowhere after having clearly used the well-known Shunshin no Jutsu. He kept pace after that, but Hana also wasn't trying to run at a speed he couldn't keep up with, so it worked out. When he started to criticize her, Hana turned her gaze towards him and gave him a particularly intense stare. "The merchants aren't here right now. We don't have to worry about how slow they are." For the remainder of the ten minutes, she said nothing else, even if prompted. Shosuke might be the type to concern himself with conserving stamina, but Murahira Hana was not. A ten-minute run at this pace was barely a warmup for the young girl who spent enough time training every day to account for two or three shinobi, much less just herself. Once they arrived at the meeting point, Hana stopped and sort of stared off into the distance for a moment. As one might expect of the overly-eager girl, that brief run had barely impacted her. But Shosuke was just as eager to criticize her about their early arrival. They couldn't see any evidence of the caravan of merchants arriving in the immediate future, and as far as Hana could tell by looking at the sun they had about an hour until the meeting time. After Shosuke's comment, Hana looked at him. There was a moment of silence as she just stared intently.  "Our early arrival means that we have approximately one hour of time before the merchants arrive," she started wandering off to the side. "I'm going to train." And so Hana did. She used a small scroll to summon up some training dummies and went to work practicing what appeared to be one technique for the entire hour. She may have been intense, or even insane, but her ceaseless pursuit of self-improvement yielded results that few could deny.  Either Shosuke would adapt her to ridiculous ways or become frustrated and give up like everyone else. The first step was right now, and that was realizing that Hana never quit.

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[Yamamoto Shosuke]

What was wrong with this girl?

In Sho's life, he had dealt with a variety of people who had come into the hospital to get help. In his ignorance, he had thought that he had met nearly every kind of person there was, at least in terms of personality. There were the selfless, the selfish, the hopeful, the hopeless and many others besides. He had even dealt with a few people like Hana before, those who could not take life at a reasonable pace, who could not accept anything less than their own best. But this, he was beginning to note, was different.

It wasn't just that this woman felt the need to be the best, she was borderline obsessive. As he moved to take a seat on the ground nearby, peering over her, watching as she moved, he couldn't help but notice a certain sincerity of purpose within her. Maybe it was the stare she had given him earlier, but she unnerved him in that way. She was so... inhuman, almost.

Of course, despite the tail and the ears, Hana could only be human. Whilst there were other species out there, even ones capable of walking and talking like a human like those belonging to Sage Villages, it was still clear to see that Hana was baseline human. But she didn't act like it.

She didn't stop to take note of the weather, or the fact that there was no cover and thus there was a persistent chill in the air, or even about the fact that if she worked herself up into a frenzy now, she would be exhausted by the time the caravan came. She just did.

Without thinking, she just acted.

Sho couldn't help but wonder what sort of past did that to a person. They were in the academy at about the same time, and she had never been like this back then. Or at least so that he could remember. They ran in different circles back then, just as they had until now, but he was certain that he would have noticed if someone this... well, someone this THIS was around, right?

"Hana... what are you doing?" He asked finally, after what seemed like ten minutes of silence. She had been performing the same technique for about the last ten minutes, so it was clear it wasn't that, it was more her general atmosphere that she was giving off.

"I know the Chuunin Exams are fast approaching, but this is something else. It almost seems belligerent. What, are you expecting people to thank you for this level of over-productiveness? How does what you're doing help?"

The words might have sounded judgmental, but the tone was anything but. He seemed genuinely curious, as if he was trying to make sense of it in his head and it just didn't line up.

He knew people did things that were bad for their health, if they didn't then the cigarette and alcohol industry would have disappeared a long time ago. But those were fun, for a lack of a better word. People enjoyed them.

Did.... Did Hana enjoy this? It didn't seem so, she didn't seem happy, she just seemed serious. Focused.

"Nothing I can say is going to make you calm down, is it?"

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C Mission 7/15
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[Yamamoto Shosuke]

It seemed the girl was unreceptive to Shosuke's questioning, as rather than answer his questions she had stormed off to train elsewhere. To think, this girl was supposed to be his teammate, someone who he was expected to collaborate with to get things done around the village. How irksome... well, if nothing else, she would probably be prompt and to the point, though he doubted she would give anyone any wiggle room for error, even herself.

It wasn't so much that Shosuke was a lay-about, he too valued work ethic and self-critique. The ability to understand one's weaknesses and seek to correct them was an important part of any good soldier's arsenal. Even so, this girl took that to the extreme and then some.

He just hoped she would be able to continue on this path without breaking. At least, not until she was out of his hair and no longer his responsibility to deal with and fix.

For now, he simply waited. If he had known that he was going to be waiting around for this long, he would have brought a book, or at least something to work at to make the hour feel far less interminable and irritating than it did. He supposed this was just something he was going to have to learn to live with.

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C-rank Mission: 8/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Yamamoto Shosuke]

After what felt like an age in of itself, the creaking sound of wooden wheels rolling along an old dirt path alerted Shosuke to the arrival of their client. The caravan, such that it was, looked like an old rickety thing, almost like something out of a fairy tale. With every ponderous movement of the old thing, one could hear the sound of chittering glass, leaving Shosuke to feel it was a wonder that this thing had not already broken most of its ware on the way here.

"You're early..." The man at the front of the cart said. There was something about the tone of his voice that implied that he was silently saying that he wasn't going to pay them extra just for turning up before he did, that the clock only started when they were together. He was, in other words, a cheapskate.

Said cheapskate was tall, lanky, thin... honestly, he looked like he hadn't eaten in months, all of which added together to make Shosuke doubt just how capable a merchant this guy actually was. After all, not eating could be a sign that the man had little money, and a merchant with little money was a poor merchant. Or, maybe Shosuke was simply assuming the worse because of the poor mood that Hana had put him in.

"Honestly? I wouldn't expect you to sir, now why don't you tell me more about what's going on."

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C-rank Mission: 9/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Yamamoto Shosuke]

Though at first he seemed reluctant to give away all of the information, once Shosuke managed to convince the guy to start talking, it seemed as if he wouldn't shut up. The story he painted was an eccentric one and one that, if Shosuke had heard it on a medical ward, would have warranted giving the man a full psyche evaluation. Honestly, it seemed delusional at best.

As the man told it, he had been travelling this way and that for years now, selling glass as a luxury to those who could afford it. He traded vases, panes and specifically-designed stained windows to all sorts of organizations. Apparently, the biggest client of his was Kirigakure, as they always seemed to be making new buildings and thus was always in demand for glass.

However, in the last few weeks, several of his caravans had disappeared along their path, resulting in his current underfed condition. He had had to invest most of his remaining capital in the additional caravans he was sending out, with him having gone on this one himself to ensure that it was successful. So far, it all made sense to Sho - there was no doubt no end of raiders or wild animals that could assault and waylay a convoy like this.

The problem, and where the man's festering paranoia lay, was he was certain it was all the work of one man, his business rival. Ignoring of course that if the business was so lucrative that they could have as many contracts as they both wanted or needed, the man seemed convinced that he was doing it to destroy him on a personal level, some sort of spiteful incident having turned the two against each other.

If you asked Sho, however, the man was just paranoid about losing his investment and letting it go to his head.

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C-rank Mission: 10/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Yamamoto Shosuke]

After what seemed almost as long as the wait itself, the man finished his paranoid tale and Shosuke was forced to nod along as if it made sense and wasn't just the ramblings of a clearly under-nourished and stressed-out merchant. After all, if he didn't seem to be taking it seriously, the man would no doubt make this all the harder or threaten to dock their pay.

Not, it should be noted, that this seemed to sway Shosuke's travelling companion. She nodded along and seemed to be acting as if everything the man had said had made complete sense, but unlike Shosuke himself, he was pretty sure she was being genuine about it. Either that or she was so good at faking it that even he had to believe her.

Regardless, with no further complaints, Shosuke moved to sit in the back of the caravan, taking a seat and waiting for the place to get moving again. As he had noticed from the front, it seemed everything had been precariously placed, as if the man had loaded as much glass as he could take in one trip to try and make up for his losses in recent months, ignoring of course how dangerous and precarious that would be. The man could see no further than his pocketbook it seemed.

The fox girl, on the other hand, seemed content to walk alongside the caravan as it moved, keeping a solid and silent vigil over the man himself. Well, if she was content walking all the way to the coast, he thought, more power to her.

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C-rank Mission: 11/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Yamamoto Shosuke]

Aside from the jingling of glassware around him, and occasionally having to jolt up to prevent something clearly sensitive from falling over and smashing to the ground, most of the trip seemed to be going smoothly. There were no interruptions; no wild animal attacks, no bandits, not even a pothole. Shosuke had instinctively dismissed the caravaneer's complaint as ludicrous, but now that he was in the field it seemed all the more so.

With how many caravans the man sent out from his workshop, there was no doubt that a few of them would be stopped or waylaid. It was the law of large numbers that occasionally something would go wrong, and it just so happened that a bunch of things had gone wrong in a row. It was nothing supernatural or malicious.

Though, that being said, there was another alternative answer to just how quiet everything was - That everything was going smoothly because they were walking into a trap. That this was all part of some larger scheme. Shosuke wouldn't admit to thinking about that, especially since he felt it would give the man validation of his crackpot theories. But the answer remained there all the same, niggling at the back of Shosuke's mind.

Just how quiet was too quiet anyway?

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C-rank Mission: 12/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Yamamoto Shosuke]

Without warning, the cart came to a sudden and unexpected shock. The jolting shudder that shot through the cart rippled through the back, causing Shosuke to have to dive to catch a few of the more important looking pieces of glass. Unfortunately, even with his attempt to save them a few of the others landed on the floor with a smashing sound that almost literally sounded expensive.

This probably wasn't great. If the merchant knew his wares as well as the man claimed, surely he would know why stopping the cart so suddenly was bad for business? As such, only one answer came unbidden to Sho's mind to explain the sudden stop - that it wasn't of their free will.

After ensuring the cargo was secured, Sho's head stook out the back of the cart, looking to see what was going on. Near the front, he could see the fox girl and the caraveneer speaking to a small group of people dressed in shabby looking clothes. Ah, Sho thought, bandits. That made sense. All, it seemed, except for the one standing at the front of the bandits.

The man was dressed in fineries, his hair combed and waxed, his irritating little moustache curled at the corners almost cartoonishly. The man looked, in other words, nothing like a bandit and far more like... Oh you have GOT to be kidding.

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C-rank Mission: 13/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Yamamoto Shosuke]

Without warning, the small fox shot forwards, a flash of katon the only sign that anyone could have had before her attack began. Apparently ignoring the fact that the man she had hired to protect was standing behind her, she chose to run straight forwards with her sword and launch herself at the bandits. She almost seemed like some sort of feral animal, slashing with indiscretion at those who dared to place themselves before her.

Sho, for his part, simply shot around the side of the caravan and moved to put himself between the trader and his would-be assailants. Their job was to protect him and his wares, after all, not to fight the ones that had been put in front of them. But he was pretty sure that...

Before he was even able to plan out something strategic and clever, the battle was already over. The bandits "stood" where they had been standing a moment before, only now in significantly more pieces. They had been bisected, some of them even trisected, within moments of her launching her attack. The only one who still remained alive was the merchant's rival, the one who had planned this attack, who was in the process of running away.

Well, it seemed there were many ways to skin a cat.

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C-rank Mission: 14/15
Jutsus Used: None

[Yamamoto Shosuke]

By the time that the caravan arrived in the port, the smell of blood had mostly washed away. Mostly.

It was a miracle that they had gotten through the rest of the trip unscathed, especially since one would assume fresh blood would attract predatory animals, but it seemed that these roads were actually somewhat safe when there wasn't someone actively sabotaging your efforts and threatening your ability to survive.

Though, at this point, Shosuke got the feeling that the caravaneer would have preferred that his rival was still out there compared to what had actually happened. The man looked downright traumatised, as if... well, as if he had just watched a murder. Or a trio thereof, rather.

Sho, for his part, shot the fox girl side-eye. It seemed she did everything with a passion, though he wondered just how far this fell under the idea of "giving it your all." Nobody could claim that she had held anything back in the fulfilment of her contract, though perhaps there should have been more room for tact and humanity in the way that she had performed her duties.

Was this what it meant to be a Shinobi, Sho wondered idly as he watched the now traumatized man move to his wares to the docks, ready to board the ship to Kirigakure - Doing a good job at the cost of all else? Maybe... or maybe Hana was just a sociopath.

Either way, time to head home.

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C-rank Mission: 15/15
Jutsus Used: None