Mission with Makoto

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After a bout of training and a few new techniques learned under his sensei, Makoto had asked him to set up a mission for the two of them, something higher than the boy would otherwise be capable of doing on his own. He’d gone to the village mission board and looked around, finding a B ranked mission which detailed an attack on a group of bandits just a ways away outside the village. He’d blinked at his, eyes heavy with sleep, curious as to how this was allowed to continue. Surly the kage could, if he wished it, simply eradicate the encampment.  Makoto could probably do the mission by himself in his sleep. Still, Kamakiri needed a mission and so he grabbed it, setting out to meet his new leader as he went.

He set out then to meet up with Makoto, waking to the location they’d set up beforehand so that they could depart for the mission. In all honesty, it was the first mission he had ever done and he felt a bit nervous. His barely contained rage won him over though, and the fear washed away in a sea of red as he moved, itching, already, to strike down the bandits. He flexed his hands, his nails applying a pressure to his palms. Strange, that he was so ready for this when only the other night he’d had a long and enjoyable fight. Perhaps his violence was increasing, or perhaps he simply was restless for some reason. Either way, as he approached the meeting area to meet with Makoto, he felt ready to take on the bandits.

He’d only been standing around waiting for his new sensei, Makoto, for a few minutes, and the other man’s general punctuality soothed him slightly. He did not enjoy waiting. He could be patient, if required, but he did not enjoy being kept waiting by anyone, least of all people who out ranked him or out skilled him. He found it rude and infuriating, and for him, infuriation was a constant and a state which required not additional provocation. So, as Makoto approached, waving to him, Kamakiri declined his head in a small nod, acknowledging the other man as he drew closer, not smiling, but not glaring or frowning either. He was, as of yet, undecided about his new sensei; he knew that the village, or perhaps the kage, giving him a mandatory assignment was not something he enjoyed, but he also did not hate the man. He seemed a bit goofy at times, but solid and powerful, which Kamakiri respected.

He brushed aside a strand of pale yellow hair as he turned to look fully at the approached man, the two standing close enough to speak comfortably.  ”Those things are supposed to be bad for your health you know.” The boy said, gesturing at the cigarette his sensei lit. He held out his hand then, looking the other man in the eye. ”Spot me one?” he asked, producing a small lighter from his jacket pocket. Should the man offer him one, he’d light it efficiently, taking in a long puff and exhaling slowly, a diffuse cloud exuding from his mouth as he did so. Then he’d turn to his sensei once more, responding to his question. ”Found a mission posted in the kage’s office, something about a bandit camp just outside the village. I don’t actually understand why a jounin hadn’t already wiped them out, but more fun for us I suppose.” He took another long inhale, turning his head once more to exhale so as not to blow smoke directly into his master’s face. ”Welp, guess we’d better get moving then, huh?”