Shifting the backpack burdening his shoulders. The company of 6 had been walking since morning. The two women, Shima Haruka and and Setsumon Cereza, had been riding atop the horses and thus were still in quite good condition. The two newborns were still asleep and obviously carried along by their parents. The other man in the company, Setsumon Rozan, was walking besides him, keeping them all distracted from their painful feet or aching bottoms. Something Natsu was glad for. He hadn't expected the trip to be so heavy, but the slower pace to keep the children as calm as they were, was somehow taking more of a toll. Perhaps he shouldn't have tried showing off and just let Rozan carry all the bags after all.
A few minutes, the backpack started digging into his flesh once more, and the Spymaster adjusted it along. Rozan seemingly had noticed, and called for a break. They'd get some rest, let the children eat and drink as well as the horses. Natsu let the pack drop too the ground, stretching his arms and back. He for one sure was glad about the short pauze. If Haruka had noticed however, he was sure to get another snappy remark along the lines of 'Ooh, very competent indeed! Most Shinobi couldn't walk even half as far without a break, I'm sure!' Natsu could just about imagine her voice saying it right now. An impressive feat, as this was only the second time he was around the woman. Though whether that spoke good of Natsu or ill of Haruka was left in the middle.
He'd have to confer with her for a moment though, and set some things straight. "Haruka, d'you have a moment?" He asked, smiling friendly at the woman. He didn't like luring her out of the company of Rozan and his family. The friendly pretense she put up there made even her subtle jabs remarkably bearable. However, what he was about to say wasn't intended for the ears of the Kiri-Nin. "Excuse us for a moment, we shouldn't take long. In the worst case we'd be delayed after all, we'll catch up before we reach the Port though!" He called to them, assuring them their escort would not abandon their duties.
"Okay, just to make sure we're on the same page here." He adressed the Medical Kumo-Nin once they stood alone a bit further in the wooded area. "One, for the remainder of the Mission I'll be assuming the rank of Jonin. The Kiri-Nin should be unaware what this pin means," He said, pointing at the mark under his forehead protector adorning his forehead. Yes, not every Shinobi decided to go crazy and put it somewhere else for the sake of fashion. "So please don't blow that cover. We wouldn't want to insult our foreign, potential allies."
"Secondly, impressive act of friendliness. I hope you can keep it up for the entire time you'll be stuck with me. Don't worry, when we're alone you can throw as many books at me as you like. However, once we meet the Mizukage or one of their Sennin, please let the talking to me. Not to insult you or anything, but I doubt you know much of our own Village and it's policies, outside of your Hospital. Your file seemed to indicate as much anyway." He hoped he hadn't crossed a line and would be forced to explain the sudden wounds to Rozan and Cereza. Haruka was remarkably skilled when it came to using books as weapons after all. And in the secluded spot he was discussing with her, she'd have every opportunity to bludgeon him to death if she so desired.
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A few minutes, the backpack started digging into his flesh once more, and the Spymaster adjusted it along. Rozan seemingly had noticed, and called for a break. They'd get some rest, let the children eat and drink as well as the horses. Natsu let the pack drop too the ground, stretching his arms and back. He for one sure was glad about the short pauze. If Haruka had noticed however, he was sure to get another snappy remark along the lines of 'Ooh, very competent indeed! Most Shinobi couldn't walk even half as far without a break, I'm sure!' Natsu could just about imagine her voice saying it right now. An impressive feat, as this was only the second time he was around the woman. Though whether that spoke good of Natsu or ill of Haruka was left in the middle.
He'd have to confer with her for a moment though, and set some things straight. "Haruka, d'you have a moment?" He asked, smiling friendly at the woman. He didn't like luring her out of the company of Rozan and his family. The friendly pretense she put up there made even her subtle jabs remarkably bearable. However, what he was about to say wasn't intended for the ears of the Kiri-Nin. "Excuse us for a moment, we shouldn't take long. In the worst case we'd be delayed after all, we'll catch up before we reach the Port though!" He called to them, assuring them their escort would not abandon their duties.
"Okay, just to make sure we're on the same page here." He adressed the Medical Kumo-Nin once they stood alone a bit further in the wooded area. "One, for the remainder of the Mission I'll be assuming the rank of Jonin. The Kiri-Nin should be unaware what this pin means," He said, pointing at the mark under his forehead protector adorning his forehead. Yes, not every Shinobi decided to go crazy and put it somewhere else for the sake of fashion. "So please don't blow that cover. We wouldn't want to insult our foreign, potential allies."
"Secondly, impressive act of friendliness. I hope you can keep it up for the entire time you'll be stuck with me. Don't worry, when we're alone you can throw as many books at me as you like. However, once we meet the Mizukage or one of their Sennin, please let the talking to me. Not to insult you or anything, but I doubt you know much of our own Village and it's policies, outside of your Hospital. Your file seemed to indicate as much anyway." He hoped he hadn't crossed a line and would be forced to explain the sudden wounds to Rozan and Cereza. Haruka was remarkably skilled when it came to using books as weapons after all. And in the secluded spot he was discussing with her, she'd have every opportunity to bludgeon him to death if she so desired.
[Word Count: 616]