Orokana Hunting some foolz (Mission)

The world continued to shift, and yet here in the dojo things remained the same. It was a comfortable life, even with the constant strife of training. Martial arts had a certain cathartic appeal, if only it didn’t have to be used for violence. A paradox perhaps, or a representation of the yin and yang cycle of life. As Shiva continued to draw, honing her skills with ink and brush she thought on this mystery. Her own hands trained in art, with ink or martial prowess, she found it to be an art form. A simple and singular approach. Yet, she knew ink as well as hand could be turned weapon on a whim. It all was up to the one wielding.

She’d been given her mission, and so far she had seen to it best she could. Looking for traitors and turning them in, with less blood than any other. She still abhorred the thought of causing death, seeing it avoided. Yet now, when she was at peace, another challenge had been given. A simple mission, with someone new. Maybe it was her duty to see him, gaze upon his skills. She was the lead instructor after all, a jounin taking the position of teacher to heart. Perhaps it was a way to remove the girl from her shell, either way she found the mission distasteful, but one swallowed bitter medicine if it was for the good of the body, and she was determined to be good for the body of Shinobi Hoshigakure.

Finishing the seals she had been practicing she packed up. Ink spattered across her hands, her nails varying shades of black. White hair tied into a tight bun on top of her head, the same issues with ink smatterings staining the otherwise pristine porcelain hair. Her attire was dull and muted. A tunic and pants of a light sand brown to blend with desert scenery, an oversized traveling cloak with hood that hid her face form eyes, and head from sun. Even in the desert heat her pale complexion had been maintained.

She carried with her no weapons, just her hands. It was an exercise in control. A blade would always cut, but a fist could be pulled back to merely bruise. Her assignment was to thin ranks, it did not mean she had to kill, and she’d be hard pressed to break her own rules. Traveling through the village she awaited the one she was to team with, a man named Orokana. As time went by however, it became apparent she had missed him, or he had left her. A quick set of questioning to the guards at the gate revealed the later, and so she set forth into the desert alone.

Running quickly she covered a great amount of ground in a flash, her cloak billowing, the hot air and sand covering her face. She did not activate her byakugan, in the vastness if the desert one could see should they use their regular eyes. With this thought, it came to fruition as a man became more and more visible. His chakra levels showed he was likely of Shinobi, and his back to the village implied it was the one who’d left her. Running up to be near him, but keeping a distance of 3 meters she would speak, “Orokana, is that you?” He’d ask her voice gentle, and flowing on the wind. “We were supposed to meet up by the gates....”her hands would be at her sides, her voice reproachful as though a teacher crossed. Looking around she they were alone, and thus they had a moment. “Have you found anything yet?” She’d ask her voice a little less reproachful as she began to consider the mission at hand.

TWC Shiva - 626
TWC Mission - 961

One might have mistaken his reluctance to go directly to the gates as paranoia, Takuya noted as he looked over the wares of a stall, dressed in his normal casual outfit  Purple short sleeved vest and slacks that could be mistaken as casual. Though any moderately trained eye would be able to note the clothing itself seemed cut specifically to be non-restrictive in nature. The only indicator of his status as a ninja at all was the forehead protector all ninja typically wore. The symbol of Hoshigakure displayed. The slacks designed more for fighting while also able to blend in with the civilians of any town or village they might have found themselves inside on this mission. Dark tinted glasses adorned his face, hiding his Hyuuga eyes from view of the average person as he approached slowly enough. Today he’d shown up at the gates a bit earlier than he normally planned. Namely right on time given he preferred to be a bit later when it came to deadlines or appointments.
The most suspicious, paranoid way to explain it was to say he was going to wait and watch, to use his eyes to observe and see just who it was that had requested his assistance in this matter. Not that Takuya was entirely unknown in the village. After all he was still a chunin, even if one that didn’t take missions all that regularly. The wayward Hyuuga was hardly anyone that garnered much attention though, even amongst the more observant in the village. Partially because he often preferred to watch and see what mischief others got involved in rather than directly putting himself into the spotlight.  Still an A-rank mission was a good way to relieve the ever-present boredom, and perhaps he’d even find some new object of entertainment among his companions for it. Though who his companions were supposed to be was something of a mystery to Takuya, one that he found some mild sense of amusement in speculating about. No, one would think he’d show up late to observe his comrades at a distance first, but in reality, he’d normally just not care to show up on time.
 
Takuya didn’t know anything about their target outside what the group itself was called. Having not had near the time to research the matter since being assigned the mission in question. The targets name was another curiosity. An unusual group name was had been given to him. Takuya only hoped one of his comrades would be more informed on the matter for now. The youth had already been waiting at the gates himself, only to realize his comrades had yet to show up interestingly, at least it seemed that way at first. He was quick to realize that they’d left quickly without him. Rushing himself to catch up as the desert heat battered down on the blond ninja.
 
Finding the two wasn’t too difficult, given the terrain they were traveling through, even if Takuya wasn’t quite as quick to catch up as the other person, he'd noticed pursuing a distant figure. He’d stop about 10 meters from the female of the duo.  An amused expression on his face as he observed the situation.  “Well, At least it looks like an eager team.” Takuya noted from his spot behind the two, waiting for either to regard him.

WC: 557