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Daddy Ammo wanted a status update.

This is my status update.

All names are in Japanese order because I’m a fuckin weaboo.

i do not need to make a character sheet because i am already a character tbh


Outside Kohaku Compound, Konohagakure
Daybreak, Present Day


Hatake Shunpei wasn't unaccustomed to waiting long for his cousin, even in rough weather like today. He'd waited at these gates in snow, sleet, hail, rain, and even a particularly nasty heat wave. The pouring rain, while hardly ideal, wasn't the worst weather he'd ever been in. As long as he had his trusty umbrella, he'd be perfectly fine out here.

That said, Shunpei had often been told -- by the girl he was waiting for herself no less! -- that waiting around here was pointless, but he didn't believe that one bit. There was nobody in the world who didn't want to have their friends around. A life like that would be real sad. But if there was a downside to his morning waits, it was that there wasn't much to do other than, well, wait. Especially now, since he had to carry around a bunch of bento and an umbrella.

Oh well. He could deal with it; Sanae wasn't a lazy bum so he was confident she would be out soon. All he could do, and would do, now was enjoy the soothing sound of rainfall.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.
"HIIIII Peichan!! I see you're on your way to the graduation ceremony too, right!?"

Shunpei screamed. He screamed, and then he struggled. The umbrella in his hand became a makeshift weapon, uselessly flailing about much in the same way Shunpei did many other physical activities. In fact, it was probably even worse than that considering the umbrella was flicking rainwater everywhere, much less leaving him vulnerable.

"Lemmegolemmegolemmego!" he protested. It was clear the situation didn't quite register in his panicked mind yet. Mostly because of the surprise python grip on his throat, but also because all the noise, both his and the rain's, drowned out everything past the very loud "Hi". "I'll bite ya! Don't me do it!"

His chin rubbed into the arm constricting him. Was he actually going to bite it?

That question would never be answered, as Tsume--because it was Tsume and not a rogue ninja, as he was sure Kimura would have proposed--finally let go. With his air way completely unobstructed and his mind finally clear, Shunpei took a deep breath.

"...O-Oh! It's just you, Tsume. Good... Good mornin'," he breathed, lifting his umbrella back over his head. He was quite soaked after that exchange. He rubbed his cheek and blushed. "You kinda, err, scared me real bad there... Eheh... Sorry..."

"Uh... I dunno. Yoshi's probably there already; don't think he'd sleep through somethin' like this, no matter how late he slept," Shunpei answered, "I don't think he'd wanna be around right now anyway--"

He pointed a thumb to the Kohaku clan symbol on the gate.

"--since I'm kinda just waitin' 'round for Sacchin right now. How 'bout you?" he asked, "How 'bout you? Don't you usually follow Fukushu to school?"
Ana


"Oh Rosie! You know," Ana chirped back, "Just a bit of fun with a ton of grease and four lads sprawled on the floor."

The youth locked another bolt into place and took aim at the bandit who was bullying a poor one-eyed man. Unfortunately Ana missed, thus becoming yet another cog in the machine of Odin's misfortunes.

Ana


Ana looked down at Kesal and Gascon as they began loading their crossbow. "Lads, I have come to an executive decision," the youth announced, pressing a bolt into place, "I will leave fire management to your capable hands."

With crossbow loaded, Ana brought the sights to their eye, searching for his next target. The crosshair centered on the retreating form of the female bandit that Rosie had apparently been engaging earlier.

A bandit getting out to tell their friends all about what happened here? Not on Ana's watch.

"Oy! Miss! Where do you think you're headed off to?" Ana called out, squeezing down on the trigger to loose a bolt in her direction.

Ana


The bandits came. The bandits saw. Now it was the team's job to make sure they didn't conquer 'cause that was their job. With a shark-like grin, Ana brought the sights of their crossbow to their eye and began to take aim.

Meanwhile, Kesel struck.

Ana aimed. They would line this up perfectly, and take one bandit with a well-placed bolt soon enough.

Odin missed.

Ana continued to aim, the grisly results of a critical hit already forming in their mind's eye.

The bandits moved.

'...Damn it. These guys really had to do that, huh?'

Ana had a target all sorted out and everything! This turn of events was truly disappointing. Ana sighed, then reconfigured their aim to fit the changing battlefield. From his vantage point, they only had a good sight on two opponents: the cloaked bandit and the bandit on the roof coming after Odin. Unfortunately, only one had a javelin stuck through him, and Ana wanted that one alive.

After all, the only person wearing a cloak is clearly the superior one on the social hierarchy.

Their target, then, was clear: Ana sighted the target and loosed an arrow at the bandit creeping on the rooftop sniper...!



'Nice.'
Ana


"Oh Mr. Oleg, if it's robbers and thugs you're expecting through that gate, then 'Good' King Nole may very well be leading the lot," Ana laughed, "At any rate--"

Ana considered the scenario had just been presented. Would they fight bandits here and now for free room and board, or would they leave these people in order to fight bandits later, elsewhere, for no immediate reward? All things considered, the answer to this question was obvious:

Yes.

"--I wholeheartedly support cleaning up around here," Ana shrugged off their pack and haphazardly tossed it aside after withdrawing a light crossbow, "I would be remiss in my duties otherwise. And it does seem like this place needs it."

They turned on their heel and brought a hand to shade their eyes. scanning the area with wide, green eyes. There were plenty of options around, but unlike the others, Ana generally didn't make a habit of roughness. At least not this kind of roughness.

"I think that I..." Ana pointed to the platform next to gates and the unfortunately unusable catapults. "...will go up there."

Ana

A whistled tune, a leisurely stroll, and the morning sun beaming across the fields.

This was how the journey ought to start: not with a marching pace and a grim look. Of course, everyone and their mother started off with a marching pace and a grim look. What was even the big rush? The goal wasn't to race across the Stolen Lands; it was extermination, subjugation, and ministration. And not necessarily in that order, either.

Regardless, their duties sounded like tiresome work and that meant they probably were. Which meant that they were better off conserving their energy than rushing headlong into the wilderness. What was the saying again? "Haste makes waste"? If they wanted to keep hurrying around, by the end of it they'd just be tired and irritated and easy prey for enterprising highwaymen.

But more importantly, they'd be tired and irritated, which wasn't fun for anyone.

Anatoliy Medvyed arrived at the palisades of one Oleg's Trading Post not long after the group started their preparations for battle. Their arrival was hearkened only by a whistled tune as they ambled along the well-worn path and through the wooden gate.

"Wonderful! The whole party is together again." Ana clapped upon sighting the rest of the crew. In other circumstances, they may have left their arms open for a hug. However, it was clear by the hustle that something was up... and not just the economic deficit of running an outpost with nobody in it but their group.

"I see we've met the hosts already," Ana commented, eyes settling on the form of Oleg and Svetlana. The youth strode towards them and extended a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Oleg and... Mr. Oleg's daughter, I presume? Ana of House Medvyed at your service,"

Then Ana looked over their shoulder and asked the party: "What's all this then?"
Sup.
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