Masshiro, Kenomo (畜生 真白 )
Date- 5/01/1925, Location- Kumogakure (Academy classroom), Time- Morning
When Masshiro stepped back to the group, he overheard Himawari’s comment to Akira. He knew it was a jest, even a bit of a prod at the light user’s known attituding, causing him to bite his lip in silence. His eyes studying Akira and slight anxiety building over his wait for the expected reaction. Hands in his waistband and ears tuned in for the fight that would likely start, Masshiro braced himself confrontation. It would either stick to a verbal exchange or escalating into an all out brawl, the two clashing in the middle of the classroom. The perfect show of teamwork, Masshiro thought which he would soon become embrassed over. Though he doubted he would be able to do much and personally, he didn’t want to try to exercise the Joppojutsu on one of his teammates. It was a shitty way to start thing when they were suppose to be working together on a mission.
Honestly, Masshiro felt Akira was too high on his pedestal. This created tension in the classroom that wasn’t needed and most the other kids disliked him because of his arrogance, making him the least popular among all the students. Through that didn’t seem to bother Akira in the least since he seemed strictly there just to be the best.
It seemed the teacher sensed the tension because he peered up from his ordering his desk, his hand passing out papers, then eyed the trio’s direction. To Masshiro, it appeared as if the man recalled the first fight Akira had gotten into. A repeat would not be a good thing he realized. It was likely why Himawari and him had been assigned to Akira, the boy unable to be tolerated by anyone else and likely would’ve chased his team away. Believing the sensei could handle any fight that broke out, Masshiro walked back to his desk and retrieved his stuff so he would be ready to go. Hanawa-chan was next on his list and then getting additional supplies before they officially headed off. Just because the mission was within Kumogakure, he knew that didn’t mean injuries couldn’t happen. Thinking about wounds, his eyes brushed over his wrapped hand and the pain seemed to flare at his notice. He knew he had forgotten to take some painkiller, more eager to get out the house and to class. so he would have to boil a dose later.
However, he knew bloody bandage couldn’t wait very long.
Hunching down, Masshiro tugged out his bag and then started to shuffle through it. His good hand seeking out the kit he kept with himself at all times . In his searching, he barely heard Natsuko creep up on him until she spoke. “I saw who you got, Masshiro-chan. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it was me that got Hiraku.”
Masshiro’s head shifted to spy her as she pushed her round glasses higher up on her nose, her blue eyes studying him until it made him uncomfortable. Her lips turned up in a smile while she hovered. Another that paid little mind to his reaction because she had forgotten how much he hated that and despite the times he had mentioned it, she still did it. Biting back his words, Masshiro shrugged then answered. ”It’s nothing. It’s likely for the best, I guess?”
He tried to ignore her studying gaze best he could and his hand plunged in, hastening his search while he ruined his organization within his bag.
“It still has to suck. The guy needs to be taken down a peg or peg because he’s nothing more than a creep.” Relieved it wasn’t her, Natsuko’s tone was cheerful and pleasant even when she finished. “Well, good luck Masshiro-chan!”
He heard her walk away, eager to get back to her group, and mumbled under his breath. ”Thanks…”
Pulling out the bandage, he stuck it in his mouth while he flipped the bag over his shoulder with one arm. Her adjusted it as he walked back to his group and tried to remove his earlier bandage to reply a new one. He really hoped he would not be required to use the ninjutsu his sister taught him any time soon or his hand might never heal properly causing Hanawa-chan to become rather pissed at him. That would make asking to crash at her place a bad idea and he couldn’t stand having his parents watch over him like hawks for the next few days.
Arashi, Akane(風,茜 疾)
Date- 5/01/1925, Location- Sunagakure Time- Morning
Akane had just made it to the gallery when the ship began its whirlpool. The ship immediately jerked causing her feet to shuffle from underneath her as her hand jerked out and caught the door frame to balance her. It didn’t stop her feet from sliding out from under her and her fingers whitening, gripping the wood tightly to try to stay upright. Unlike her, the rest of the crew hadn’t been so lucky. Their figures immediately crumbled and slid across the slightly wet flooring, their bodies bruised by the impact against the hard sea worn surface. Many were entangled into a pile of legs and arms, trying to untangle themselves and shake away the daze.
Cursing under her breath, Akane let go of the frame to let herself glide over the wet surface. Hands reached for a kunai and wire, wrapping the later through the hole before she thunk it into the wood deeply. She had been about to pass the stairwell and slam into the far when her body came to a halt, the wire sparing her the pain. She held tightly and felt the thin thread threaten to break her skin, refusing to let go. It was a small price to pay just to get to the stairs. A foot stepped up as her tied hand gave a mighty jerk, one that splintered the wood into freeing the tip and returned the knife to her possession. Catching in a hand, she rushed up the steps quickly. The whole time thinking the captain was going to get them killed one day. When the ship broke away from the whirlpool, her foot skidded and jerked from under her. Again she nearly stumbled back down making her curse under her breath some more. Using her anger, she shoved herself upward and just a few steps shy of entering the deck.
Wind’s song getting louder and louder the closer she got meaning he was confronting someone. Akane’s instincts screamed for her to turn back and leave him to his fate. She was also hoping whoever was battling him would finally kill the twisted soul, freeing them all from the madman’s command. Shoving down her fear, Akane started out onto the deck just when water waved over. It caught her off guard for a moment and knock her several steps at first. When she almost was at end, her arms shoved to her side to keep her from losing much more ground and precious time. However, she didn’t come off completely unscratched. Her thigh had smacked into the step causing her to bit down a pain induced yelp, her eyes glaring at the deck. She wanted to blame Wind for the pain though she knew it wasn’t his fault. Noting a cannon ball rolling near her feet, she bent down to mark it just in case.
Hoisting herself, she muttered,”If we survive 'tis, I be goin' t' clobber t' bastard,” then moved herself onto the deck.
