The kunoichi winded through the bustling streets drawing eyes here and there to her many injuries now all patched up and her right arm which was in a cast. The misson had not been without it's price and in her non-injured hand held a docket full of papers, the misson report. Arriving at the foot of the Hyuuga household, the kunoichi beckoned one of the faceless who would be milling about."Hyuuga Yukio, if you please. Tell him it's Santaru Soku."With that, the kunoichi leant against a supporting wall closing her eyes for a brief second as a jolt of pain shot uo her shoulder. It was still quite a challenge getting used to the sling but she was getting better at it. She had barely escaped those damn clowns but it had been worth it in the end. In that folder contained some very sensitive information, names, locations, people and pictures. Sure, she had paid for it dearly at the cost of a broken arm and many bruises that littered her face not to mention her back still hurt from the time one of the jokers had quite simply threw her down like a rag doll but in the end, she was alive. "Quit complaining like a old person, Soku. You're fine."
She said reassuring herself. Complaining was for those not suited to this life. Sure, people could srgue she might get wind up seriously hurt one day but that was the ANBU. Great risk for essential information to secure the harmony of the village. In this case, the risk was a few broken limbs in exchange for some valuable information, in her opinion, that was a pretty valid deal. Gritting her teeth as yet another jolt of pain introducted herself, Soku wondered if it would better to to simply find a seat somewhere, ease some of the pain. It wasnt that it hurt a lot, the occasional jolts were somewhat annoying. Her eyes landed on a little fly buzzing here and about landing on her shoulder. They had flies around here? That was just great. She tapped her foot waiting for the Captain to arrive, hopefully not too long.
[Req. Yukio.]
She said reassuring herself. Complaining was for those not suited to this life. Sure, people could srgue she might get wind up seriously hurt one day but that was the ANBU. Great risk for essential information to secure the harmony of the village. In this case, the risk was a few broken limbs in exchange for some valuable information, in her opinion, that was a pretty valid deal. Gritting her teeth as yet another jolt of pain introducted herself, Soku wondered if it would better to to simply find a seat somewhere, ease some of the pain. It wasnt that it hurt a lot, the occasional jolts were somewhat annoying. Her eyes landed on a little fly buzzing here and about landing on her shoulder. They had flies around here? That was just great. She tapped her foot waiting for the Captain to arrive, hopefully not too long.
[Req. Yukio.]