The night was beginning to give way to day, the first few rays of light peeking over the large and ever shifting dunes of the desert. Situated against a small outcropping of rocks was a little fire, surrounded by supplies and bags of various kinds. Hunched over the fire was a young man, who had an unusual amount of arms. Six, to be precise. The young man seemed to preparing an animal to be cooked, as he was busy skinning and drying the meat. In the fire was a pan, obviously to cook the meat with. This wasn't the part that was odd about the scene. A woman, about eighteen years of age, was unconscious and tied up — laying down behind the young man, he would glance back at her every so often as if to make sure that she was okay. She would stir every so often, so the young man knew she would be awake soon. He'd made sure to properly tie her up, and remove any piece of equipment he could find. He'd made sure to do a thorough full-body check of this woman to make sure she had no tools left on her — after seeing her effortlessly throw a dagger in her sleep, the young man would give her no means of escape. The mission was too important.
At the thought of the mission, the young man let out a woeful sigh. He'd started this mission as the captain of a four-man squad. Now it was just him, with no idea of what had happened to his teammates. None of them had answered his radio calls, and he hadn't been able to spot a single trace of them anywhere. He worried for them, and hoped that they'd all made it out alright. Shaking his head, the young man spoke softly to himself as if to console his worrying mind. "They'll be okay, Takeyashi. They're all first-class shinobi. They'll be fine." He was busying his hands with the preparation of the Sunan Dustboar, which he'd killed an hour or so ago. While the effects of the Soldier Pills would keep him energized for the rest of the day, he needed food in his stomach still. The smell of the food was sure to awaken his prisoner, who would more than likely start by trying to fight. He wouldn't want that to happen, would he? A quick sealing jutsu, designed to rob the target of their vitality, would be a more than effective measure against her pugilist nature. Takeyashi would enjoy seeing her try to struggle against the effects of the technique. He could see her eyes stirring, her body reacting instinctively to the danger she knew she was in. She'd be waking up any moment now.
As she awoke, he would turn his attention back to the meat he was cooking up. It smelled rather divine, which would maybe help to placate his prisoner. It was rather hard to fight with a full stomach. The young man had removed any traces of his fealty to Sunagakure, as per the orders of a certain Kazekage's secretary. He wasn't to be identified as a Sunagakurian shinobi, under any circumstances. It was almost like he was an actor in a play, and he intended to put on a magnificent show. He heard the woman waking up, her eyes stirring and her body moving rather sluggishly. She was likely very sore from the travel. Without looking back at her, Takeyashi would begin to win her trust. "Had a good rest, miss? I figured you could use something to eat. It'll be ready in a few minutes, don't you worry."
At the thought of the mission, the young man let out a woeful sigh. He'd started this mission as the captain of a four-man squad. Now it was just him, with no idea of what had happened to his teammates. None of them had answered his radio calls, and he hadn't been able to spot a single trace of them anywhere. He worried for them, and hoped that they'd all made it out alright. Shaking his head, the young man spoke softly to himself as if to console his worrying mind. "They'll be okay, Takeyashi. They're all first-class shinobi. They'll be fine." He was busying his hands with the preparation of the Sunan Dustboar, which he'd killed an hour or so ago. While the effects of the Soldier Pills would keep him energized for the rest of the day, he needed food in his stomach still. The smell of the food was sure to awaken his prisoner, who would more than likely start by trying to fight. He wouldn't want that to happen, would he? A quick sealing jutsu, designed to rob the target of their vitality, would be a more than effective measure against her pugilist nature. Takeyashi would enjoy seeing her try to struggle against the effects of the technique. He could see her eyes stirring, her body reacting instinctively to the danger she knew she was in. She'd be waking up any moment now.
As she awoke, he would turn his attention back to the meat he was cooking up. It smelled rather divine, which would maybe help to placate his prisoner. It was rather hard to fight with a full stomach. The young man had removed any traces of his fealty to Sunagakure, as per the orders of a certain Kazekage's secretary. He wasn't to be identified as a Sunagakurian shinobi, under any circumstances. It was almost like he was an actor in a play, and he intended to put on a magnificent show. He heard the woman waking up, her eyes stirring and her body moving rather sluggishly. She was likely very sore from the travel. Without looking back at her, Takeyashi would begin to win her trust. "Had a good rest, miss? I figured you could use something to eat. It'll be ready in a few minutes, don't you worry."