[Kojima Daisuke]

IF YOU ALWAYS WORRY ABOUT CRUSHING ANTS BENEATH YOUR FEET

"Festival preperations?” Daisuke said, reading over the document placed before him. A deep sigh escaped him as he read over the finer details of the assignment, less than excited. Regardless of the woman being present or not, it seemed he could always hear Kizumi's responses to his "enthusiasm" in the back of his head now. "Guess I better get moving.” The sage grumbled.

The travel to Moyama was a well needed moment of silence for Daisuke. He knew the path well, having been to the port town a handful of times now, and it allowed him some time to reflect on his more recent events. His sage training was on something of a pause for a little over two weeks now, and his faithful companion Kota was still recovering from the injuries of his own stupid mistakes. Daisuke had felt like a dog with his tail between his legs ever since the wolf stepped between him and Don'yokuna, and it had left a sour taste in his mouth and pit in his stomach ever since. But, to the alpha wolf's liking, that would certainly be the last time the apprentice would ever be so bold and so foolish as to issue a challenge.

When he arrived at Moyama, Daisuke's first action would be to head to the docks and wait for the other two cloud shinobi who had been assigned to the mission. Daisuke had of course worked with Chuya before some months ago, but the other fellow, Jokyu Natsuo, he had only read about. The genin was a magnet release user, evidently, but more importantly, he was Kizumi's nephew. The thought brought a smirk to his face, thinking about what she would say if she found out her assistant treated him poorly, but there was a similar feeling that giving the kid any special treatment wouldn't do him any good either. Only time would tell, it would seem. Much of how Daisuke interacted lately was far more reserved than his typical fiery self, so at least the kid wouldn't get chewed out for simply existing in the same space.

As he waited, the shinobi would take a small pocket book from his sachel, beginning to read once more over his notes on senjutsu.

^{THEN YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO WALK}

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^{Natsuo Jokyū Ha Chuya | 1/8 Mission: [Stalling for Time]}

Temp By: Akira

[Natsuo Jokyū]

The mission he'd received definitely felt less like a mission and more along the lines of volunteer work. He looked over the scroll, wondering if this was really all there was to the task. "Orders are orders, I guess. And at least Chuya's coming with. Though who's this Daisuke guy?" He would ask aloud to no one in particular. He headed out the door to the meeting place for his teammates on this mission, the only thing that excited him was the thought of free food.

Natsuo didn't mind the long travel to Moyama, it was nice to be alone for a trip sometimes. It definitely gave him time to think. Azarea had asked if he was working towards being one of his aunt's guardians. He wasn't sure what he was working towards in all honesty. He could go for that, he was pretty exceptional in Bukijutsu so it would make sense. But he could also go so many other routes. He felt extremely overwhelmed by his options. He'd have to get to higher ranks before he could even think of doing anything else though. And that would require him to pass the Chuunin exams most likely. 

Upon arriving at the town, Natsuo drifted out of his thoughts. He'd never been to the port town, so it all seemed so foreign to him. There were ships, markets, and the weather even felt warmer than Kumogakure! He'd always hated how the high altitude made it super cold. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so boring after all.

His excitement was interrupted though, as he saw the man who he assumed to be Daisuke, who was holding some sort of book. Where was Chuya though? Had she just not arrived yet? Regardless, he approached the red-haired... no brown-haired man. "Daisuke, I presume? I'm Natsuo." Hopefully Chuya would arrive soon, Natsuo had no idea what to talk about with a complete stranger! And he couldn't just sit here in silence forever!

[Ha Chuya]

Chuya was a person only in theory, she was a weapon first and the best weapon at that. To not be acknowledged was somewhat normal within Kumogakure, but when assigned a mission with her young meister, she'd expected him to come get her before heading out on the mission. Knowing the timeframe of the mission, she'd expected him to arrive at a certain point. When he didn't she had no choice, but to wait a little longer. To be certain he wasn't just running behind, but as that time passed she'd visit his empty home. Then the gate guards to learn he'd gone on without her, she was a bit angry and largely losing her mind.

What if the boy stumbled into trouble on his way to the port town? He'd of needed assistance and what better assistance than ones own weapon. Who'd even talk to the entire trip down?! She'd be late now and if she tried to pursue them by foot it'd be even worst. Her legs weren't long and it took her twice as many steps to get anywhere anyone else was going. Nope, Chuya would just pinch her brow, then yeet herself off Kumogakure's cliff edge. Shifting into her weapon state she'd bounce down the rocks until she inevitably hit water at the coasts edge around the village. Thank god she didn't have bones to break or that'd of been an awful fall.

Once in the water she'd shift back into her human shark form, her tail allowed her to move exceptionally fast within the water. This didn't allow her to beat Daisuke or Natsuo to the town, but she wasn't that long after them. She'd catch them introducing themselves, to which she didn't really care if they were mid conversation. She was drenched and annoyed, quickly shuffling up behind her student before viciously bonking him on the head with her trident. "WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE WITHOUT ME!?" Chuya would scold infuriated. Her strike despite holding all her strength wouldn't be an imposing one by any degree, she hadn't any actual muscle mass to deliver more than the tridents own weight in damage.

Barring her sharp fangs, she'd let out a heavy sigh, before better explaining 'their' situation. "You receive the worlds greatest weapon and I receive a free ride! I think that's a pretty gosh darn acceptable trade wouldn't you think?" Chuya would explain, as she'd quickly remove one of her gold bracelets and hold it to Natsuo. "Here put this on so we can be a proper pair." She'd state shaking the accessory with the full emotion of her upset nature. Neither likely knew her well enough, but Chuya didn't have the emotional stamina to keep up this type of emotion. There'd be almost no shot at this attitude lasting more than this singular moment. Though hopefully it carried enough wait for her genin meister to take her seriously.

Words. -- TagsNatsuo Jokyū Kojima Daisuke Notes. Avatar form first~!

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[Kojima Daisuke]

IF YOU ALWAYS WORRY ABOUT CRUSHING ANTS BENEATH YOUR FEET

"Natsuo.”

Daisuke echoed the boy's name, committing it to memory.

"Right then. Well, we shouldn't-”

Shortly after their introduction, Daisuke was cut off by the yelling of a young girl with a familiar voice. Intreguided, he'd quickly turn to the source of the commotion and was rather surprised at who he'd seen.

"Chuya?” He questioned, "The hell are you doing here?”

Daisuke had actually worked with Chuya before some months ago on an operation in the fire country. She was a competant kunoichi in her own right, though her true strength lie within her clans given ability. She could change her form into that of an incredibly powerful trident, one which Daisuke had first hand experience in using. Without her aid, Daisuke very likely could have suffered from some rather serious injuries. Most importantly, though, and the point as to why he was curious as to her arrival, was that she was one of the few ninja labeled by the cloud as an elite Jonin. One of the highest accolades you could attain during your career in this way of life.

"Natsuo, you know her?” The young sage asked after Chuya seemed to suggest as much.

^{THEN YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO WALK}

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^{Natsuo Jokyū Ha Chuya | 4/10 Mission: [Stalling for Time]}

Temp By: Akira

[Natsuo Jokyū]

Daisuke echoed his name, to which the boy just assumed was a habit of his. Maybe it helped him to remember it? He couldn't be sure with how different each shinobi had been. They hadn't had much time for introductions before Chuya had arrived, "Hu-" He had heard the words and instinctively ducked under Chuya's bonk. "I didn't realize I was required to get you before the mission started. Maybe try scolding me like a normal person at least? You know, without hitting me." He complained before giving Daisuke an answer, "Yeah, I'm one of her meisters now because I use weapons a lot more than anything else." He explained.

Now that Chuya had attempted to attack him, she gave an actual explanation. For receiving the self-proclaimed strongest weapon, he was apparently required to give her free rides. "I don't see a contract that says that I have to do that. If anything I should only be required to carry you once the mission starts. That way neither of us are exerting ourselves too much beforehand." He would finish as he took the gold bracelet and put it on his wrist. It wasn't that he didn't take her seriously, but there were things she said that seemed extremely far-fetched.

[Ha Chuya]

"How else am I suppose to knock some sense into you without any actual knocking?" Chuya would proclaim cheekily, as she'd more or less just be happy the bracelet was taken. Her attention briefly shifting to Daisuke as her rage was at this point completely gone. Finally giving him her formal attention and pleasantries.

"Oh-Haiiya Daisuke! Long time no see." Her words were quick friendly and delivered with a slight waggle of her shark tail. She'd return her attention though to her meister, a bit disappointed in his lack of respect towards her or the lack of appreciation to be in his shoes. A sudden pout coming to her face, as she'd stand on her toes to raise the chance she might seem opposing.

"Hey! You carry a bunch of other equipment and it isn't overexerting, are you calling me fat?! I am an appropriately weighted trident." Her eyes would tear up, as she'd quiver her lips a bit too. To add on any potential feeling of guilt. Still in a sniffled tone she'd add onto what she'd state. "I've got over a centuries worth of knowledge to share with you. How could you not wanna take me on your journey with you?!" The shock the horror the sadness, it'd end in and instance as she'd look back to Daisuke.

Instantly smiling and excited. "So you guys ready for this mission?!" Her head shifting back and forth between both them, as she'd give a bright smile. Her shark like fangs in full display. This question after all was appropriate for them both, certainly Natsuo already knew Chuya more or less had only one state of being. Joy and excitement. A feverish desire to have fun, but the odd weapon like nature to enjoy combat and utility of general games or entertainment. Adventure was her entertainment.

Words. -- TagsNatsuo Jokyū Kojima Daisuke Notes. Avatar form first~!

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