He received a mission and planned to bring Arizu alongside with him. They were to meet near the end of the day in the market district, days following the incident they had in one of the weaponry shops in the town. The ever-present Mist served as a veil to a trained ninja, and the mission scroll entailed that they stake out the local shops and remain hidden. The had some trouble with miscreants vandalizing public and private property with graffiti and more. It personally had did not affect the Hoshigaki yet staving the vandals from doing their harm meant he would both get paid and receive some experience--both of which he had taken the endeavor for.
He realized he had not gotten his weapon yet, but it didn't matter, as he assumed the delinquents that he was tasked with man-handling were probably not even trained in fighting. The only question was if they were fast enough to get away from him as he didn't plan on utilizing his techniques to defeat them. After all, it said to rough them up--not kill them. It was something that for a moment he was concerned about in regard to Ariza. his comrade seemed to know no chill when it came to fighting, and he didn't want his mission success to be in jeopardy when Ariza pulled his cleaver out. He'd have to try and keep a leash on the Momochi.
Nevertheless, he scaled one of the adjacent buildings. He'd cast the surface-walking technique on the bottom of his feet as he heaved upward and grabbed the roof tiles which extended past the exterior wall to lift himself up. He remained up there, perched at the end in a seating position with one foot dangling off the edge of the roof while the other retracted with the knee serving as a spot to lean his arms on which were stacked upon one another.
He better not be late..
His expression soured. He was an impatient soul and did not like waiting. His beady eyes drifted upwards to pierce the thick blanket of Mist. It was hard to tell sometimes what part of the day it was, but he had lived there long enough to realize the sun would be down soon. If he had to undertake the mission himself, he would, but he'd prefer to have someone with a little bit more close combat experience in case things got dicey. If push came to shove, he had ninjutsu that would bury any person he might encounter while on this mission.
He realized he had not gotten his weapon yet, but it didn't matter, as he assumed the delinquents that he was tasked with man-handling were probably not even trained in fighting. The only question was if they were fast enough to get away from him as he didn't plan on utilizing his techniques to defeat them. After all, it said to rough them up--not kill them. It was something that for a moment he was concerned about in regard to Ariza. his comrade seemed to know no chill when it came to fighting, and he didn't want his mission success to be in jeopardy when Ariza pulled his cleaver out. He'd have to try and keep a leash on the Momochi.
Nevertheless, he scaled one of the adjacent buildings. He'd cast the surface-walking technique on the bottom of his feet as he heaved upward and grabbed the roof tiles which extended past the exterior wall to lift himself up. He remained up there, perched at the end in a seating position with one foot dangling off the edge of the roof while the other retracted with the knee serving as a spot to lean his arms on which were stacked upon one another.
He better not be late..
His expression soured. He was an impatient soul and did not like waiting. His beady eyes drifted upwards to pierce the thick blanket of Mist. It was hard to tell sometimes what part of the day it was, but he had lived there long enough to realize the sun would be down soon. If he had to undertake the mission himself, he would, but he'd prefer to have someone with a little bit more close combat experience in case things got dicey. If push came to shove, he had ninjutsu that would bury any person he might encounter while on this mission.
