Board Thread:Kirigakure Missions/@comment-27975781-20160327022512/@comment-27960448-20160327194721

The path had been dwindling in size and seemed to go a bit more off into a thick brush instead of the apparent path that it was. Direction was slowly growing to none, and forming  a trail that was only lead by Kaito, not the actual paving of the area itself. Mizumi followed along; all he could do is follow along. He wasn't known to act independently out of the realistic interests of his team, nor to create any dysfunction between him and his comrades. However, he was one to analyze a situation and make assumptions based on such. He wasn't one for battles of personality and testosterone, he was simply here for the mission. The Outskirts still had been thickened by an eerie mist, the lawless land sheltering their squadron in their attempt to search for more clues and evidence, anything to help them figure out what exactly was going on. Coming up on some low hanging trees, of all different types. Leaves held moisture, with every shade of green possible, from pine to oak the air had grown from putrid, to pleasant. Just as it had changed, it was reverted back to its disgusting smell again. Mizumi instinctively hung his right forearm under his nose to shield it from the unpleasantness. Walking up, a body could be seen hung against a tree-trunk, shifted upright as if sitting; but mangled into a corpse of disproportional value. To their surprise, it had spoke; speaking in riddles somewhat Fragments of sentences reached Mizumi's ear, for as the most of them were doing otherwise, looking around, possibly; he was the one to notice the body itself.

"Are they deaf? Or Blind? Or Both? Too concerned with their own egos to concentrate on the mission. But I'm the genin."

He said, in disgust that they'd ignore such an important detail. Walking over to the corpse, it released a groan, once again, Mizumi had seen no reaction from the rest of the team. He questioned their skills to pay attention to detail once more. He walked close to the corpse and knelt. The size of his medium-sized fan causing its base to scrape against the dirt, soil, and wood-chips beneath. His knee rested against the base of a root, the large tree hovering above him and administering a field of shade to cloak the area; sunlight gleaming through the canopy.

"What- what are you trying to say?"

Mizumi struggled to speak, the disfigured corpse fighting for words. Exclaiming that they had to get out of there, but when trying to explain why, he lost consciousness. In response to him slowly going out of it, his head exploding into a fit of blood and brains, the majority of it splattering against Mizumi's face, his hand rising to touch the surface of his red-stained head. He dragged his palm down from his forehead to his chin, flicking his wrist in response to wipe the blood from its surface. He pulled his kimono up to his lips and wiped his face with it profusely, drying it with a dabbing motion. The following instant, corpses hopped from the trees but formed in a localized area. Mizumi's eyes shifted there for a brief second, wondering if his lower-level expertise was needed, but the moment he saw the prince form a barrier around Kaito and the entirety of the horde, his eyes shifted back to the corpse, finishing his detective work.

"What happened to him... I wonder.."

Now the only thing left of his body was a torso, remnants of blood staining the dirt as the Hozuki brute caused havoc inside the barrier, rending the animated corpses limb from limb. Upon further inspection Mizumi found it best to create distance from the corpse, and the immediate area itself.

"I think we should go!"

Mizumi said, rising to his feet and jumping back a few yards, tapping the shoulders of all who seemed to be preoccupied elsewhere, gesturing for them to move on, figuring in his head that this wasn't the only trap that was staged in the vicinity.