[kyonosuke]

"Waiting for sunset
it disappears so quietly"

Transport missions were among Kyonosuke's most frequently picked. Whether asked for specifically, or offered autonomously, he was more keen to provide his services for matters such as these.
    It would be difficult, likely, with threat of bandits attacking his client high in probability. And while Kyonosuke would rather not draw blood, he knew sometimes little choice was given. Though he believed mercy could be given to those who even drew a sword first--so long as they were eliminated as a threat, or possibly disarmed, they didn't have to die.
    The world had greater problems than those who fought to live.
    If he had his way, he would have transported the goods himself, and wouldn't have had to worry much about drawing attention to himself--and if he did get caught up in drama, at least he would only have to look out for his own neck. Protecting others wasn't exactly his strongest suit, but with his mask hiding his eyes he supposed he could use his abilities to detect threats before they drew too closely.
    It was a powerful and useful ability to have, but one he dare not let anyone know he possessed.
    Not even his dearest friend, Io.
    And, speaking of, his companion would be accompanying him on this mission, as well as an acquaintance that he'd made some short time ago. Having company and extra hands to help would be welcomed, even if Kyonosuke was certain he wouldn't be much for conversation.
    He never really was whenever he wore his mask.

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[attr="class","carvetext"]"That there is the Messenger of the Seven Skies,” Io whispered to Muramasa as he sat on the back of the coach wagon that was hauling goods. "He doesn’t talk much, but he's the most reliable mail man around.”

It was a funny situation. He’d told Muramasa about his friend Kyo, but the mission they were on was official MSS business. He couldn’t exactly be frank that it was Kyo behind the mask, but he imagined if they ever did meet up the identical hair might be a dead giveaway. Hopefully, after bringing them along this time, they might reveal things on their own to make it easier.

Io wasn’t paying too much attention. Usually, he just sorta rooted around underground following the tremors of Kyonosuke’s footsteps. He’d switch out with him when it was needed or fire arrows from afar, but on this mission they wanted a show of force near the goods to deter attackers.

He had a carrot in hand that he lifted from the back of the cart (feed for the beast of burden), and was nibbling on it quietly to avoid the ire of the merchant— a bug-eyed old man whipping a mule forward along the trail that cut along the coast to the left and a forest to the right with the leaves of Hi no Kuni dancing through the wind.

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[Muramasa Uemon]

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'Selling my sword has never sat well with me' he said. On more than a few occasions. Yet here he was.

Every bit a sellsword. "..." To say that it didn't bother him would be a lie. Though a part of him— more mature and jaded by time understood that concepts like 'honor' and 'righteousness' were for fools. Fools and samurai.

To him? "One in the same..." During his years on the road he had taken the odd job here or there. Had to.

Guard this wagon, escort this merchant, protect this business. Anything it took to make ends meet. This was one of those situations. Running low on funds and away from Amegakure for too long. Kota had to eat... so here he was.

Hopefully the child wasn't too upset about not coming along. "Messenger of the Seven Skies, you say?" A question as Io whispered to him. In an equally low tone. Seated in the back of the wagon, he rested with his sheathed sword leaning against his shoulder. Muramasa glanced at the masked man. "Interesting..." He mused.

Of course, being a Sensor Type had its advantages. It allowed him to recognize chakra... but much like faces, only feeling one's presence a single time wasn't often enough to impress upon him for good. Still, he seemed familiar.

Masked Mystery Men. Another pattern was starting to emerge. He did not begrudge him his secrets though... 

After all, he had more than a few his own. Alter egos were useful... and this person seemed much less annoying than 'Masamune Fudo', a guise he donned at times when returned home. The façade was a curiosity. Little else.

One deep breath later and he had begun to focus. Actively searching his mindscape for pings on his radar.

Notice would be helpful if they ran into problems. Expending some chakra was worth it. "Do you two do this sort of work often?" Muramasa asked. Keeping his range of a kilometer in all directions steady. Alert as always.

Some bandaged luggage that he'd brought with rested nearby in the back of the wagon. "Just in case."

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