Board Thread:Kirigakure Missions/@comment-27975781-20160327022512/@comment-27960448-20160329230212

The events transpiring on the murky day had only contributed to another plethora of memories stored deep in the back of his head hoping to be forgotten but always, exposed once more by the occasional dream. He rubbed his eyes a bit. He was kinda sleepy. He still wasn't sure as to why he was a part of the mission, seeing as though he couldn't contribute much more than the man next to him, rather it be his left or his right. His hand reached to grab his kimono once more, wiping the final internal liquids from the base of his palm before his arm rose to rub his hand, which had been drawn into a fist, across his eye.

"We should really, really, get to where we need to go. I think we should report this in to the other tea-"

He was interrupted; and as he stopped his lips' motion, he continued with one step forward. They had just evaded the majority of a secondary explosion that had came from the catalyst of the man's severed body. The head was the initial explosion, the force of it wasn't much; but somewhat of a tease. The blood still stained his clothing. Seeing this though, It was Mizumi's perceptive analyzation and acute detective work that allowed him to come to the assumption that it'd be best if they removed themselves from the immediate area. Assisting his teammates in doing so, it wasn't long until they were met by a male, cloaked; and giant in size. His very presence caused a cringe to creep up Mizumi's spine, and to assist the hairs on the back of his neck in standing.

The Most Mizumi could do was listen; and listen closely. His Jounin teammates took the forefront, whilst he played the background, keeping perceptive eyes on a scanning spree of the area. As the giant's words met with Mizumi's ears, simple assumption began to be concluded.

"So it was him; he's responsible for the bomb. And did he say our ?- As in Plural? He's not alone, so I don't think this is the best idea until we know where the rest of them are. Not to mention, this information could be vital for the survival of our allies across the way..."

He whispered, into the group, in fear that the giant man would hear him and come running for him as his first Victim. Though, before Mizumi could even get a response from his teammates, they were rushing in blindly once more, the spiritual essence of their egos' clashing in the sky above, the energy they both exuded was somewhat sinister. The Prince seemed to attempt to cast the giant into a Genjutsu, and the Devourer, taking note of the opportunity, charged in with his weapons drawn; knowing that a physical approach was his absolute best chance. While Mizumi didn't doubt the skill of either of the two, he seemed to be the only one putting thought into his methods. He just hoped  that his words registered to them sometime soon, so that they could get out of this situation without any casualties; without losing lives, specifically his. Still fleet of foot, he turned his back to his team mates to watch from behind, and as of now he was completely back-to-back with the prince, but without actually touching him; he couldn't deal with a want from the drama queen right now. His main purpose was to watch the area for movement, noting his own advice about the situation; he wouldn't let these idiots be the death of him, and worse case scenario, he'd be the one to meet up with Team Adonis through the thickened brush.