shitai mitsuki
were it not for fear, death would go unlamented.
groupCloud Shinobi
age 19 years old
birthday feb 14
rank adv. genin
occupation genin team 1
It was difficult to get a read on the cloaked young man—half his face was covered by a gas mask, while a cowl shrouded his hair and the rest of his head. Crimson eyes were the most of what she could see of his face, piercing and vivid. His breath came ragged from the respirator, sounding heavy and painful. A strong scent wafted from his person—the cloak, perhaps—sharp and earthy like mold. An odd trait, but after making the observation Mitsuki thought nothing further of it, and with time she would hardly notice it at all.
"The pleasure is mine, Gure-san,” Mitsuki replied. Before she could shake his hand—perfectly clean, she noted, unlike the rest of his attire—he had pulled it back, and she wondered if she had done something wrong. He seemed pleasant enough, but… had she offended him in some way? Perhaps she’d come on too strong? Doubt tugged at her mind.
"I think it’s charming,” she said. The sentiment was sincere: this muddy, run-down fort and its half-built outpost were a far cry from the magnificent, freezing halls of the Shitai clan’s fortress, which was exactly why she liked it. It was warm, homely, filled with life.
Mitsuki followed in Okingshi’s wake; to those murmurs that followed them, Mitsuki lifted her chin and stared down the gossipmongers, a glint in her eye that brooked no argument and tolerated no nonsense. An echo of her grandmother, perhaps, but an effective one in this instance: by the time they’d done a loop around the outpost, the gossipers had filtered away to preoccupy themselves with other matters.
She deliberated the decision at hand, considering both the project they needed to tackle and the very painful sound coming from Okingshi’s throat—but before she could voice her opinion in any direction, the foreman working at the top of the outpost hollered down at them.
"We need people on camouflage,” he shouted, waving them off in that direction.
"I suppose the decision has been made for us,” Mitsuki said with a rueful smile. She didn’t much relish the thought of playing in the dirt, but needs must. "But… are you well, Gure-san? Would you like to take a break to drink some water?”
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