Taking Down the Mob in Hoshi!!

Mission::

Joro slowly opened his eyes, feeling the warm sunlight streaming in through the window. He took a deep breath, feeling the fresh morning air filling his lungs, and stretched his arms and legs as he got out of bed. As he walked to the window, he admired the beautiful view of the green trees and the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves. He felt a sense of calm and peace wash over him, and he knew that he was ready to start the day with a positive attitude and a clear mind. He felt much better than the other day, it was quite an odd morning when he felt off, usually, he woke up rejuvenated and ready to conquer the world.

As he walked to the kitchen, he turned on the kettle and prepared a cup of his favorite tea. The aroma of the tea filled the room, and he took a deep breath, feeling relaxed and refreshed.

After sipping his tea, he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water cascaded down his body, washing away any stress or tension from the previous day. He took his time, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. He enjoyed every moment of the water falling down his hair

Once he was done with the shower, he shaved carefully and neatly, ensuring that he looked his best for the day ahead. As he stood in front of the mirror, he smiled at himself, feeling confident and ready to take on the world.

Joro walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and energized, ready to start his day with a positive outlook and a clear mind. As he began getting dressed for the day. Joro walked to his wardrobe and picked out his outfit for the day. He carefully dressed himself in a black shirt, blue jeans, and comfortable sneakers, feeling confident and ready for whatever the day may bring. As he noticed Stout come back home he was off again on another mission, another A-rank to be exact they must be liking him down at the Kage office.

"Let's go, dude, we gotta be early," as Stout hopped on his shoulders.

They quickly teleported to City Square to get their assignment off to a good start. As they appeared on a familiar bench, Joro sat down leg crossed over the other scribbling ideas down in his handbook waiting for his comrades.

WC:404
MTWC: 404/4000

Mizaki Hyuuga greeted the new day with a sense of renewal and the most delicate deviation from her routine. Maybe it was rising from her bed at half past seven or wearing something that wasn’t utterly plain and derivative of her personality and shape for once—today marked a day where she decided to rebel against her sense of modesty playfully, only because she knew it was changing. The morning sun drenched her room with golden warmth, and the air was filled with the faintest sense of potential. She spent a few precious minutes reflecting by her wardrobe, her fingers gliding over the Source’s selection. 

Today’s materials had to feel just right: bold, curious, and unabashedly present. In other words, it had to match Mizaki’s mood almost precisely. Eventually, her decision – uncharacteristically spontaneous and premeditated at all once – fell on indigo, shimmering, and fitted kimono. She dressed carefully, ensuring the silk flowed just above her knees rather than her ankles. Serving a double purpose of facilitating her movement today and showing off her legs in a way that, for better or worse, would make people feel something. It was cut just below her clavicle, enough to show, though ample to tease. Thin silver jewelry, a bracelet, and a pair of small, thin earrings accented her outfit without drawing attention to it. With an ankle bracelet to accentuate her slender legs

Mizaki’s hair was arranged to collect light by the end of her attire, seemingly emitting a mesmerizing blue glow. When she arrived at her mirror, she couldn’t help but find a moment of vicarious self-admiration. A smile played around her lips. She liked looking at herself, not just because she looked good, which she did, but for internal reasons. She was excited to see outsiders’ reactions to this new aspect of her, but most of all, she appreciated the confidence behind this portrayal of herself. With newfound confidence, Mizaki Hyuuga took to the streets for a walk. Her dress was a statement of grace – the practice that exuded from it – and it gently whispered and yelled as she moved through the village. 

Making her way through the village to the City Square, the early morning light plays a beautiful melodic tune across the cobblestones, casting long and fleeting shadows that dance with her every step. With her more revealing and elegantly fitted kimono, she catches the eye of a few of the villagers, but she doesn't pay any attention to it. Her stride blends grace and intention as she continues through the village to her destination. 

The city square was already bustling with activity by the time she arrived. The vibrant hub of Hoshigakure is undoubtedly a place where commerce and conversations flow freely. There are merchants' stalls that are bright with crafts and foodstuffs, and the air carries a mix of voices with a subtle scent of morning tea and fresh pastries from the bakery. She inhales deeply as she begins scanning the area for her companions. 

At first, she didn't see them, so she activated her Byakugan to scan the entire area in moments. Then, she caught a glimpse of Joro sitting on a bench at the other end of the square. Joro is a man that she had worked with in the past, and she looked forward to working with him once more. She glides through the square as she has her newfound destination being the very same bench Joro has found himself on. When she arrives, she bows to him slightly as she sits down beside him. "Hello, Joro. I look forward to working with you today." She says as she pats his left leg with her right hand gently. 

The gesture is bold and direct, one the reflects the very soul that burns within Mizaki's body. They sit together and observe the populace and awaiting the remainder of the party to arrive upon their location so the mission that they have been given can commence. Her Byakugan remains active as she instantaneously scans the surrounding areas for any familiar faces that may be acting as a third and maybe a fourth on their mission that Joro and her would be going on this day.

WC: 703

Reiten was one to always be read and working at sooner than usual hours, trying to outpace her competition, AKA all the other shinobis of the hidden star village. But this time, she was too exhausted from her training, and woke up only as soon as the sun did, which was later than her usual routine of waking up before the day, because ''I am the one bringing the light in the darkness!'' which was one of her motto. Nonetheless, she received a high end mission this time, the first one she ever got of that rank, and she would dress accordingly, as her usual outfit and gear. She wore a form-hugging unique suit, made out of cloth breathable and expandable, but also battle resistant for her shinobi activities. It was a onesie of all white and red color, with a smoke and clouds pattern on it, along with other parts like her neck, left arm anr right legs all covered with fighting bandages, showing her hard training and dedication to the craft at the expense sometimes of her own skin. 

Over it all, she wore her usual all black shinobi accessory waistbands and satchels, as well as some protective dark steel plates on the side of her hip and tigh and on the side of her legs too, both as armor and as retaliation pieces, made to protect her body from blow and to do more damage should she side-kick people. Her large and absurdly long blonde hair flowed behind her as a cloak, and over it she wore a small black cap with her red Hoshigakure headband tied to it, her signature piece of gear. On her hand she had a strapped contraption with 5 small metalic holes and steel wires tied to each of them. This was in fact, a wrist-held multi sling, her ranged weapon of choice.

As she ran down the street of the village to reach the destination, she noticed the fresh air of the mountain brushing in her long blonde hiar, and the aroma of morning shops opening and selling foods and drinks, conforting in everyway. But she couldnt stop, as she would be late to the meeting for the mission! Arriving at the town square where she was needed, she could see in the forming crowd a duo of two shinobi sitting on a public bench, simply waiting on her to arrive. One of the she knew, Joro, the apple guy with the furry thing! He was kind and very charismatic, so she was happy to see him and get to know him better! The other one she didnt know, but she intrigued her nonetheless. A Hyuuga by the looks of her eyes! She was impressed by the Hyuuga clan, a clan from which stemmed their Kage, Ayato, and who had a veritable bloodline of old, tracing back their origins to the beguining of ninja history. Truth be told, Reiten herself was feeling like the people stemming from legendary clans with bloodlines and kekkei genkai werent even at the same level as her, having the gifts of DNA giving them a boost, whereas she had only her clan secrets shadow jutsu, which were by all mean very strong, but her DNA didnt have anything special. No, to get to the levels of other, she could only give more. Work harder, train harder, and live harder, relentlessly.

As she reached the bench running and a bit out of breath, Reiten would look at the other two with her unique and weird eyes, ready to go and pumped.

''Sorry for being the last to arrive! At least from what I see i'm not late.'' said the blonde kunoichi, looking both of them, before focusing on the Hyuuga girl. ''I'm Reiten by the way. Already met Joro once. Nice to meet ya'' would add the girl, extending a friendly hand to fist bump, showing her scratched and hardened skin of her knuckles, bruised a bit under the bandages from the harsh training she would go trough each day, her knees equally scratched and bruised.

The Hyuuga woke up that morning, tired. He had unfortunately pulled a nasty set of shifts recently. Last night he worked the evening and early night shift at the gates, from six in the afternoon to midnight. He would’ve had to work longer until two in the morning, but fortunately he was cleared from duty a couple of hours early so he could get enough sleep for today’s job.

Amikiri swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, stretching his arms above his head. He stood up and glanced across the room at his clock. It was about a quarter to eight, and he had to be at the City Square with his teammates by eight. Unfortunately, that meant he would have to skip breakfast today. Amikiri threw on a simple pair of black jeans, black socks, and brown leather boots. Now it was time for the hard part of his outfit. As the winter turned to spring and the weather warmed, the Hyuuga’s choice of wardrobe was a little more complex due to the unpredictability of the weather. He decided to dress lightly today since, if worse came to worse, he could always summon the cape of his Kavacha for warmth. Amikiri threw on a simple light blue t-shirt. Considering their job was to hunt down a group of defectors, Amikiri wanted to blend in, minimizing his presence as a shinobi.

With a splash of water on his face and quick tussling of his shoulder black hair, Amikiri was ready to head out. He was quite pleased with how his facial hair had grown recently and he decided to keep it.

The Hyuuga started walking towards the city square, with only ten minutes to make it. He started reviewing the mission outline in his head as he walked. Amikiri reviewed the list of names for those he was assigned to the mission with. First was Joro. Amikiri knew him quite well by now, considering their two missions together and training/teaching session together. He hoped Joro would perform much better in this combat mission than their last one together. Not because he thought Joro was slacking on the last mission, but because he wanted to see how far Joro had grown.

Other than that, Amikiri did not recognize the two other names on the list. Considering Joro and his combined strength and the fact this was an A-Rank mission, Amikiri assumed that the other two mission members were likely on the weaker side of things. That meant he had a bit of seniority over the other three, meaning he could be a couple of minutes late and get away with it.

Amikiri continued reviewing the mission plan in his head. It seems they were dealing with a group of rebels and defectors looking to cause trouble within the village. The Hyuuga knew that the trick would be keeping his eyes wide open, but making sure to blend in. For that reason, Amikiri double checked that there were no signs of him being a ninja. His Nise blended in invisibly with his clothes and his Great Spear and Kavacha were sealed away in his storage displacement. To conceal the scrolls on his forearms, Amikiri had grabbed a very light, charocal grey, long sleeved fleece on the way out the door. He always was careful to keep his Byakugan inactive, as to not reveal himself. His shinobi ID was hidden away on his person and his headband was left at home. To the average person, the only mark that would distinguish Amikiri as a shinobi were his pale eyes that marked the inactive Byakugan.

As he neared the city square, Amikiri passed through a market. He quickly bought a peach from a vendor and slowly ate it as he approached the meeting point. This would have to do for his morning meal.

Funnily enough, despite knowing what Joro looked like, he did not spot him first. He instead first noticed a woman, maybe a couple inches taller than Amikiri, with a massive amount of blonde hair. She was covered in shinobi gear and even sported a headband across the top of her head. As soon as he saw her, he instantly started scanning the crowd for his other teammates. Amikiri noticed Joro almost right away, but this time the Shokku seemed to have a little friend. It was an adorable little creature, no longer than four or so inches. Lastly, there was a woman sitting next to Joro wearing a slightly unusual kimono with her Byakugan active, likely looking for Amikiri, as he was a couple minutes late at this point. Amikiri would approach the group, almost done with his peach.

“Hey Joro, how’s it going? And who’s this cute little friend of yours?” Amikiri would crouch down slightly and tear off a small piece of his peach in his right hand. Amikiri made a slight gesture indicating he was requesting to feed the animal. If Joro agreed, Amikiri would feed Stout the small chunk of peach. If not, Amikiri would simply put the piece of peach into his own mouth.

Amikiri then turned to his two teammates, reaching out his left hand, the one that didn't feed Stout, to shake their hands. In a casual tone, he would say, “How’s it going you two? I’m guessing you,” looking at Mizaki, “are Mizaki Hyuuga and you,” turning his head to Reiten, “are Reiten. Was that a good guess?”

The Hyuuga would turn to face the group and say, “Well, sorry I’m a bit late today. But, we're all here now and we’ve got a group of defectors to hunt down, so let's go to it. What’s our game plan?”

WC: 951
TMWC: 2737/4000