Time seemed to pass quickly here. There was always something to do--a task that needed tending to or reports that needed to be filled out. Truth be told, it was probably the best thing that could have happened to the Hoshigaki as while he was at home; he couldn't help but get into trouble during his idle time away from missions and sometimes even on them. Out here there was nothing but death and procedure. Since he was a D-classed ninja, he was put into a scouting group to help out with some of the skirmishes that might occur on their outings.
He was in one of the small camps made throughout the trenches, eating some dried meat from unknown origins. As it was caught between his razor-sharp, triangular canines, the flavor of it spoke pork to him but in the end he didn't give it too much though. With a jerk of his hand and a pull from his mouth, he ripped through the thick jerky and chewed on it until it slid down his gullet easily. It was then that he was approached by a courier ninja that operated for Mist's forces present. Kaikasame's eyes were drawn to the individual as he approached him specifically, a miniature scroll clasped within his left hand. It was a mission assignment.
"Hoshigaki Kaikasame...here's your mission from the Scout Commander!"
The ninja looked weary, with lids that hung low and an accelerated breath that indicated he had been on the move the entire day. The Tiger Shark took solace in the fact that he didn't work as a simple courier. As a D-rank ninja, it was literally a toss of a coin if he would get shit on or be given a task that would bring experience and renown to him. He gave the courier ninja a nod of acknowledgment and grabbed the scroll from him as he handed it off to Kaikasame. The courier was gone in an instant, no sign of slowing down despite being tired. It made him think about how important all the varying cogs of war were.
Kaikasame finished the rest of his jerky before clasping the satchel where he kept such supplies. He had his own corner in the area, but it wasn't something that was permanent by any means. The shark ninja gathered what he thought he would need be it weapons, food or anything else that would keep him going on a mission that may or may not entail fighting. He looked through the scroll and realized that he was running short on time and that the mission was quick-notice and with the title of urgent.
Fucking assholes...
He hurriedly finished his preparations and headed out. It wasn't like he was the only one moving into gear. All around him, and down the length as far as he could see, shinobi of every type and rank were mobilizing to suit up and head out on whatever their mission was. This was unusual, more or less, as it usually wasn't this active. That meant that something big was happening, which also meant Kaikasame was going to be doing something more exciting than the usual scout mission. His enthusiasm for the situation grew tenfold and he kicked it into high gear.
As he moved down the trenches and toward his destination, it was almost like fighting through a mosh pit in that at times he had to slide through groups or even force his way through when that compromise was not enough to gain him access through the trenchway. He growled in each instant and spat out some obscenity as he exclaimed for them to get out of his way. It was eventually that he neared his destination and saw the point in which the trenches led up and out. He walked up the ascension which brought his feet to ground level and was met by the visage of his squadron.
The four-man cell was your typical one, but he did notice that there was one irregularity that was becoming more common with losses on both sides. There were moments when genin showed exceptional valor and heroics in battle, turning the tide in key moments to give their respective side a solid chance at winning. These genin were honored and afterward given the title of Genin Commanders. In large mobilizations such as these, it was common for these ranks to gain command of genin squadrons.
Kaikasame grimaced. He didn't like it.
"Kaikasame, Yoshiro, Tategama...I am Kurimuzon Shidousha and I will be leading you on a scouting mission down the coast. There are reports of a large force on Cloud's side mobilizing and pushing forward and we need to confirm it and get a round-about number of how many," The leader of the squadron was probably about fifteen. He was younger than Kaikasame which tilted him just a little bit. Kaikasame hadn't been given the opportunity to show his abilities, perhaps this would be the time. He gave the younger, but superior-ranked ninja, a firm nod and so did the others.
"Let's move out, The group then shot off.
They didn't walk cautiously, instead of the pace which the commander set indicated that they didn't have much time. Everything about the situation, from the scroll to the state in which everyone move, indicated that whatever was happening would be going down very soon and their mission was relatively vital to the alliance's success in the coming days and battle.
They were soon on the coast line, which was characterized by a small beach with forests not too far from the tide which pushed onto the beach with ferocity. The tide was brought in by the strong winds that projected from the vast area which left unhindered winds to swim on the beach. His hair whipped wildly and his clothes flapped against the wind as well as his movement and he could feel the chill move through his body. He didn't stop though and he didn't let it tense up his muscles as it might do normally. Needless to say though, the Hoshigaki were accustom to the cold waters of the Hidden Mist's seas. This was nothing to be honest.
He was in one of the small camps made throughout the trenches, eating some dried meat from unknown origins. As it was caught between his razor-sharp, triangular canines, the flavor of it spoke pork to him but in the end he didn't give it too much though. With a jerk of his hand and a pull from his mouth, he ripped through the thick jerky and chewed on it until it slid down his gullet easily. It was then that he was approached by a courier ninja that operated for Mist's forces present. Kaikasame's eyes were drawn to the individual as he approached him specifically, a miniature scroll clasped within his left hand. It was a mission assignment.
"Hoshigaki Kaikasame...here's your mission from the Scout Commander!"
The ninja looked weary, with lids that hung low and an accelerated breath that indicated he had been on the move the entire day. The Tiger Shark took solace in the fact that he didn't work as a simple courier. As a D-rank ninja, it was literally a toss of a coin if he would get shit on or be given a task that would bring experience and renown to him. He gave the courier ninja a nod of acknowledgment and grabbed the scroll from him as he handed it off to Kaikasame. The courier was gone in an instant, no sign of slowing down despite being tired. It made him think about how important all the varying cogs of war were.
Kaikasame finished the rest of his jerky before clasping the satchel where he kept such supplies. He had his own corner in the area, but it wasn't something that was permanent by any means. The shark ninja gathered what he thought he would need be it weapons, food or anything else that would keep him going on a mission that may or may not entail fighting. He looked through the scroll and realized that he was running short on time and that the mission was quick-notice and with the title of urgent.
Fucking assholes...
He hurriedly finished his preparations and headed out. It wasn't like he was the only one moving into gear. All around him, and down the length as far as he could see, shinobi of every type and rank were mobilizing to suit up and head out on whatever their mission was. This was unusual, more or less, as it usually wasn't this active. That meant that something big was happening, which also meant Kaikasame was going to be doing something more exciting than the usual scout mission. His enthusiasm for the situation grew tenfold and he kicked it into high gear.
As he moved down the trenches and toward his destination, it was almost like fighting through a mosh pit in that at times he had to slide through groups or even force his way through when that compromise was not enough to gain him access through the trenchway. He growled in each instant and spat out some obscenity as he exclaimed for them to get out of his way. It was eventually that he neared his destination and saw the point in which the trenches led up and out. He walked up the ascension which brought his feet to ground level and was met by the visage of his squadron.
The four-man cell was your typical one, but he did notice that there was one irregularity that was becoming more common with losses on both sides. There were moments when genin showed exceptional valor and heroics in battle, turning the tide in key moments to give their respective side a solid chance at winning. These genin were honored and afterward given the title of Genin Commanders. In large mobilizations such as these, it was common for these ranks to gain command of genin squadrons.
Kaikasame grimaced. He didn't like it.
"Kaikasame, Yoshiro, Tategama...I am Kurimuzon Shidousha and I will be leading you on a scouting mission down the coast. There are reports of a large force on Cloud's side mobilizing and pushing forward and we need to confirm it and get a round-about number of how many," The leader of the squadron was probably about fifteen. He was younger than Kaikasame which tilted him just a little bit. Kaikasame hadn't been given the opportunity to show his abilities, perhaps this would be the time. He gave the younger, but superior-ranked ninja, a firm nod and so did the others.
"Let's move out, The group then shot off.
They didn't walk cautiously, instead of the pace which the commander set indicated that they didn't have much time. Everything about the situation, from the scroll to the state in which everyone move, indicated that whatever was happening would be going down very soon and their mission was relatively vital to the alliance's success in the coming days and battle.
They were soon on the coast line, which was characterized by a small beach with forests not too far from the tide which pushed onto the beach with ferocity. The tide was brought in by the strong winds that projected from the vast area which left unhindered winds to swim on the beach. His hair whipped wildly and his clothes flapped against the wind as well as his movement and he could feel the chill move through his body. He didn't stop though and he didn't let it tense up his muscles as it might do normally. Needless to say though, the Hoshigaki were accustom to the cold waters of the Hidden Mist's seas. This was nothing to be honest.
