Board Thread:Kirigakure Missions/@comment-27975781-20160327022512/@comment-27960448-20160327080514

Their mission today had been disclosed in detail, but not yet in reality. They weren't met yet with any distractions, obstacles, or immediate threats, though their current roster of shinobi was quite impressive. Or at least so he thought. He wasn't counting himself, and possibly not Karihime either. Though, it was undoubtedly important to have a  medical ninja on board. Things were slowly getting interesting, the day's sun was dwindling slowly in its normal cadence, and the team was in motion for the last twenty minutes or so, heading towards the specified location with an open mind hopefully, and open ears and eyes as well. Being attentive was a key factor when going on missions. This particularly, wasn't Mizumi's first rodeo in terms of high-class threat situations. He could only think about the Kaguya's attack on the village, and his and Karihime's contribution to that. He had been interested just minutes before, asking the Bubble Boy, whom he doesn't remember being properly introduced to, why he was actually chosen to partake in such a high-class mission. His response didn't rattle Mizumi slightly, and the expressionless, emotionless tone he took didn't cause a spear to shoot through his heart either. He hadn't cared what the male actually thought of him internally, nor what he showed externally; though he was interested as to why he had crossed his mind in terms of genin to contribute to the mission.  "I suppose you're right. Though, I've been working on that, and will see improvement soon."

He simply said, not expecting any sort of response, and still, keeping his head forward. His fan bounced along his back in its holster as he ran; his hand trailing back to check if its secure every few minutes or so. Listening closely, trying not to talk much in order to be audibly prepared if need be, he had heard the bubble boy reference to something up ahead. They approached the scene casually, though like detectives, the lot of their eyes gathering and gazing down towards the wayward corpse, torn from flesh and bone with internal rupture and disfigured, disproportional appearance.

"Bleh."

He released a sound of disgust from his mouth, the putrid air flowing through his airways to reach his smelling capacity, allowing him to unfortunately, take whiff of the fly-bound carcass. The Jounin lead the pack as expected, and Mizumi, after holding his nose slightly from the initial entry into the disgusting area, had his hands in his pockets, with a somewhat annoyed look on his face. He was realizing more and more how he wasn't sure if he had wanted to be here. His interests were wavering, along with his intentions, he wasn't sure what he, as a genin, was meant to accomplish here. Still, very nonchalant, he stood his ground and just paid close attention, with no interest in being dramatically outgoing or relaying his input to the Jounin who had been doing detective work. Upon examination of the body, all of them were likely to assume that it was rather fresh, the blood thickened in pools of red, flowing like a river and almost touching the exposed toes of the crowd. One of the plenty Jounin, had come up with one of the most obvious ideas ever. Let's split up. Mizumi had seen his fair share of drama and theater, isn't that where things start to go wrong?- when everyone splits up? He rolled his eyes, his tongue clicking slightly in a repeated fashion against the roof  of his mouth. The Jounin also labeled who would be sticking with him, and to no surprise, Mizumi hadn't heard his name. He didn't care which way he went, anything to help this mission get completed faster. The one with white hair, the odd one, the one who decided to show up with a head in his hand; that's who was going to be leading the way. Mizumi's face was expressionless, though his thoughts were in shambles, as he was trying to gather all possible outcomes of their current situation. The White Haired Shinobi with the blades, had decided to become outspoken, his words reaching the crowd with directions to follow. Though initially, with his disrespectful, outlandish approach at categorizing his own squadron, Mizumi wasn't quite sure who he was talking to. Mizumi didn't take lightly to the names and childishness. He was straightforward and business-bound. He was hear for the mission, not to please any fetishes or succumb to anyone's expressions of insecurity. Though, regardless, he'd follow. He looked at Kari shortly before departing, following the Jounin's lead down towards the path, asking no questions.