The sands beneath his boots crunched, as the sun glared from above, burning as it did as the soft breeze brought a sense of relief for his skin. And the same he could say to his companions. As they talked about the mission among jests and laughs.
It is good. He thought. For the long weeks in which they had been away, doing a mission on a foreign land while enduring the mistrustful looks of their employers. Feeling a slap against his back he would turn, shifting his attention to his team.
"Oi, Takato, you're too quiet! Thinking on an excuse for the mission taking so long already?"
"Maybe." It was a simple reply, but an earnest one.
It had taken more as he had planned and it had been more trouble than it was worth the coin they had received. But at least slowly the village was getting some of its former reputation back. And that was well worth the hassle. As the party walked through the sea of dunes, the village came visible at the distance, a shining jewel in a sea of nothingness, broken, yes, but still home to him. Where those who were more important to him dwelt.
As travelers made their way through the grand gate, he would only hope for a warm bowl of pho, or whatever his beloved Kasumi would cook for him, and for the smile of his daughter. Smiling like a fool for himself, he made his way towards gate guards, raising his left hand. Stopping with their leader, Takato would sign the documentation as he shared a words with Kurioko.
"Tough mission?" The man pointed out, to the bandage around his forehead.
"Something like that, have you seen Kasumi come through?""Not that I know, but many teams have been delayed with the sandstorms, I am sure she is alright." Kurioko assured him. "Oh, by the way, your little girl was around here, she's been expecting you."
"Has she now?" The Jonin chuckled to himself, turning towards the elder man.
"She's not given you too much trouble has she?""Goodness no, just guard over her special bear."
Giving his thanks to the man, he would enter the village and soon go on his way, giving his good byes to his squad, good lads as they were. Reports could wait for a day or two. After all what sort of parent would he be if he placed his work before his child. Now all that remained was to find where she was. Or if she would come to him.
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