Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Who Dares, Wins (meeting of Damocles members)

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A day after the public address by Rin and the making of the masks, the Sileo was abuzz with new activity and life. Two new buntaichou had been promoted, which meant two new frontline squads with all the attendant responsibilities of support placed on the rest of the corps. It took a hundred non-combat staff to support a squad of five combatants – but that was the way of things, and now, the place felt alive with purpose.

Just as with the grand chamber of address, the individual squad briefing and ready rooms were also located on the third level, surrounding the chamber and main elevator shaft of the complex in a concentric ring whose design made rapid deployment more efficient when squads had to be scrambled at the last minute. In years past, this level of the Sileo had boasted the banners and battle standards of over fifty separate squads of twenty men each, each led by a Captain and two sub-commanders in the old rank hierarchy. Now, there were barely ten squads, and definitely not composed of twenty men and officers each.

How much damage had Kizoku Ari done to make the Kumo Ansatsu Tokushu Senjutsu Butai but mere ghosts of their former power? Yet, even though it was easy to attribute the decline of the Corps to one man, not all of the blame laid at the feet of Takao’s scion. In truth, the seeds of decline had been planted long before even Ryuuto’s time. The October Revolution had temporarily suppressed the spreading of the ill vine, but after the ascension of Shinbatsu and the formation of his cult, as well as the relative prosperity and ensuing decadence of Kiyo’s Peace, it was inevitable that the ANBU would, like any other powerful group without the purifying presence of adversity, transition from a cadre of noble warriors to a club of hedonists and traitors.

The clicking sounds of heels on metal and concrete flooring echoed off nearby bulkheads as two female ANBU, clad in their dress uniforms as opposed to their battle garb, casually strolled past groups of other operatives busy with the demands of maintenance and patrol. Arms linked as they walked, they exchanged inaudible familiarities between each other with the ease brought about by a long friendship. Finally, they stopped in front of a metal door, upon which was painted the symbol of one of the squads of the Rapid Deployment Force. The symbol itself, an inverted, winged sword bearing a banner reading: “Who Dares, Wins.”

Each woman held her hand toward a nearby panel and monitor, which flickered to electronic life upon sensing their innate chakra signatures.
Boot...Success. Chakra Signature Received.

Identification Verification Start:

Name: Natsume Eru
Rank: Mempo
Serial: 30240609
Squad Assignment: Sword of Damocles

Success, Entry Granted.

Identification Verification Start:

Name: Morishima Haruka
Rank: Buntaichou
Serial: 27080307
Squad Assignment: Sword of Damocles

Success, Entry Granted.​
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The metal door now slid open to the side, allowing the two ANBU to pass. Inside the room, a pair of battle flags with the same symbol as on the door hung from the far wall, flanking a large white projector screen in front of rows of utilitarian-looking but sturdy desks. At the far end, behind a podium off to one of the sides, Vice Commander of the ANBU, Takaki Masao, filed his nails impatiently.

“You guys are late, Jesus Saito...” he growled at them, rolling his eyes. “The new members are going to think we’re a bunch of assclowns who can’t keep a simple schedule, which is the truth, but I really don’t want to just lay it out there for them. They kind of have to discover that for themselves, you know?”
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“Oh whatever, Masao Onii-chan, we’re here and they’re not! It all worked out in the end,” said Eru, placing her hands on her hips and pouting.

“I’m not your onii-chan, and you’re not my imouto,” said Masao shaking the nail file at her, to which Eru crossed her arms and let out a groan.

“If only that were true, Onii-chan. If we weren’t blood-related, I could’ve stolen you from the Regent Commander by now! But alas, we’re doomed to just be siscon and brocon, aren’t we?” she sighed.

“Your ahoge is showing, imouto-chan, er, dammit, Agent Natsume,” began Masao, before the other woman now interrupted.
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“Vice Commander, when the hell are you going to get some other chicks in this squad?” asked Haruka, also crossing her arms on front of her.

“When you stop ferociously hitting on them and getting me chewed out by my wife for allowing harassment in my squad, Sexy,” Masao responding to the buntaichou with her little-known middle name, which she both adored and hated.

“Your wife is hot, I gotta admit it. I can’t wait to catch her in the communal showers one of these days after a mission,” purred Haruka, teasing him. Masao simply rolled his eyes.

“How I put up with you two?! ...Anyway. Look, when agents Hoshiko and Tagiushi get here, promise me you two will act normal for...fifteen seconds, alright? Shouldn’t be impossible, even for you, Eru,” he said, glaring at the eyepatched girl.

“Aye aye, Vice Commander-Onii-chan!”

“Speaking of which, where ARE those two? They really need to just get over themselves and fuck already…”
 

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"It's really taken you this long to try and become presentable?" A soft pair of footsteps chimed in tune with hers, the faint taps continuing as she came to a skidding halt, just a hop-and a-skip from the entrance to the Sileo.

"I don't need you chastising me," Gin began, her hands raising to her shoulders and waving wildly, "over, and over, and over again."

"I didn't---" A voice came from behind her, and she pivoted on her heels to come  upon a young trainee, who shrunk under her gaze considerably. 'Did it look like I was--' It took mere seconds to realize her mistake... He didn't know any better; he probably couldn't even see the apparition who watched from a distance. 'Oh, guess I forgot.'

"I know, I know." She gave an unsettling laugh, and the young tenderfoot was quick to escape off into part of the Sileo. Turning to face her father, she shrugged. "I don't see what his problem was."

"You're the problem! Since when did you become so careless?" The man scolded, only to receive an exaggerated roll of the eyes. Why ask a question he already knew the answer to? It was true, she had quit keeping their conversations to herself so much anymore. It's not like they were actually one-sided; there was a voice on the other line. Most just couldn't see that.

Look, I'm already running a couple minutes late! See you later~" Before any more words could be exchanged, she trekked onward, into the Sileo and down to the third level. There had actually been an improvement in the kunoichi's outward appearance, even if they were slight; her hair had been brushed and detangled thoroughly, while her skin had seen some improvement. Things like that made a difference, and even if she never changed completely, she could make some scrounge of an effort. These were the people she would be seeing time-and-time again, and those who she would possibly die alongside; to not put any effort into herself would likely come across as aloof and an immediate weakness.

Standing in front of that door, she was uncertain of what she would find behind it-- that was, besides the obvious. Despite her uncertainty, Gin was confident of her place in this squad. It wasn't every day you were placed under direct command of the 'Vice Commander' himself.

Just as the duo before her, she placed her hand to the scanner:</COLOR>
Boot...Success. Chakra Signature Received.

Identification Verification Start:

Name: Hoshiko Gin
Rank: Mempo
Serial: 28009042
Squad Assignment: Sword of Damocles
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The door slid open, and closed just as Gin entered. Immediately, she began surveying the room, looking at each detail before giving her formal introductions. 'Who Dares, Wins..' Letting her hands rest at her hips, she admired the motto in silence; maybe being in this squad would turn out better then she had imagined. With a motto like that, this was company worth keeping! At least, that's what she gathered at first glance.

Closing the distance between herself and the others in the room, she smiled slightly. A rare occasion. "Hoshiko Gin, reporting!"
 

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As the door slid open, Masao swallowed, casting a final glare at the two agents already in the room, who looked to be caught between the urge to snicker and the urge to snap to attention (old reflexes from training tended to die quite hard, which was exactly what Rin wanted anyway).

"Hoshiko Gin, reporting!"

“Welcome to the SOD, Agent Hoshiko,” said Masao, casting a brief glance over the new addition to the squad. To his surprise and admittedly, relief, it seemed that there had been a bit of improvement in her overall condition and appearance compared to when he had recently encountered her in the academy. The depths to which she had fallen were a stark contrast with the bubbly and quite distractingly attractive trainee that he had once known when he himself was a freshly commissioned leftenant in Tenshoku Hokousha. While he did not fully comprehend the reason for it, he knew that it had something to do with Tagiushi. Which was why he had assigned them to the same squad, unbeknownst to either. “We’re an RDF squadron, so basically that means if the village is under attack, a shinobi squad needs immediate backup somewhere, or you have some other situation which calls for concentrated force, we’re there. We also assist the other divisions of the ANBU, like the Raikage Guard if they need it. These two are your squadmates. Natsume over there’s our burglar, and Morishima is our sniper. By the way, Morishima is a buntaichou, so when I’m not around she directs the squad. You and another agent are going to replace Chitanda and Banteki, who’ve transferred to the Hunter-nin division and were our pointmen.”
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“Hey you! Call me Haruka, okay?” asked the designated sniper, waving and grinning.
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“I’m not a burglar, baka nii-chan! I’m a scout infiltration specialist!” protested Eru, pouting at Masao before fixing a quizzical gaze in Gin’s direction. “You can call me Eru, too. ...Also, Hoshiko-nee-san, who’s the middle-aged guy behind you?” asked Eru, training her gaze not exactly on, but rather, past Gin.

“Stop that, Eru, you’re making the new agent uncomfortable,” said Masao, returning to filing his nails.
 

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Something strange had happened yesterday, in his mind no positive or negative connotation had been placed on it yet, but it was the first time in a long time that Moro had felt any sort of energy buzzing around the Sileo that wasn’t from the Santaru’s mood swings. Almost everyone appeared to be in fairly good spirits all things considered, you know, that they were heading off to a war and all. Morale was high, but Moro was anxious, not about the coming conflict, but because he had been assigned to a new squad and today was his first day meeting them.

He left his quarters in full battle attire, scraps among squad mates weren’t altogether uncommon the first day. More as a bonding exercise than any sort of actual dissonance. The Sword of Damocles was an old squad, famous or infamous depending on who you asked, it had seen a rotation of members more than any other squad Moro had been a part of to date, but everyone knew of it. It wasn’t a “lucky” squad, if the annals were any indication, to put it lightly. Moro had spent the bulk of his career in units focusing on rapid deployment, so at least role wise there was a familiarity. It was a tad odd that nobody seemed to know where anyone else was assigned, even if was supposedly to be a secret the information had a habit of leaking and exchanging in the Mess. Not this time.

Moro stepped up to the door with the telltale inverted sword, he could hear muffled voices inside. It was easiest to slip in socially as the last one arriving. He placed his hand on the sensor.
Boot...?...Success. Chakra Signature Received.

Identification Verification Start:

Name: Magic Mike
Rank: Douchenozzle
Serial: ???
Squad Assignment: Sword of Damocles

Success, Entry Granted.

“Raiden’s balls!” Moro yelled as the door slid open. Pranks were exceedingly common, especially if you lived long enough to redevelop your sense of humor after losing it over your first few engagements. The fact that the door had let him in and that the programmer had seen fit to leave the squad name unchanged spoke only to the caliber of the leader. “Uh, sorry. Taigushi Moro report…” His jaw dropped mid-sentence as he scanned the faces of those in the room.
 

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“Raiden’s balls!” suddenly resounded from the entrance to the room with the force of a trumpet blast heralding the arrival of the second coming of Shinbatsu, prompting Eru to cover her mouth in shock and Haruka to break into a fit of giggling which she quickly repressed. Masao, recognizing the voice it belonged to, merely acknowledged the new arrival with a wave.

“Agent Tagiushi, welcome to the SOD,” said the Vice Commander cheerily upon seeing the look on Moro’s face, presumably provoked by not only his own presence, but also of Gin’s. “You might’ve known this as Masashiku Tama’s unit, but I reactivated it a little while back. You’ve been in RDF for most of your career, so I’ll spare the normal intro about who we are and what we do. Agent Natsume here is our burgl- er, scouting infiltration specialist, Captain Morishima here is our sniper and leads the unit if I’m not present. You and Agent Hoshiko are already acquainted… Anyway, we’re all here. You new arrivals are the replacements for our two former pointmen. Being that agents who fill front line assault roles are kind of scarce now, I was lucky to get you two. The other squads have got a lot of trainees with them, and although many trainees were jounin-level shinobi before they entered selection, they just don’t have the corps experience that both of you possess.”

“Tagiushi-nii-san’s got a filthy mouth, Masao-nii-chan!” said Eru, eyes widening.

“Ten demerits for use of expletives and lack of decorum in the ready room, Agent Tagiushi,” said Haruka, her tone of voice haughty compared to the friendly tone she had just reserved for Gin.

“What she means is that you’re about forty demerits away from...institutional punishment.” said Masao solemnly, before leaning in to Moro’s ear and quickly whispering: Which is that you have to buy us all beers after the next mission.

“Do any of you new members have questions?” he now asked to both Gin and Moro.
You guys can post in any order you want, this is entirely freeform and ends when you want it to end, so no worries :)
 

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After being in what was formerly considered internal affairs for an extended part of her time as an operative, it was refreshing to be in the front lines. She had never felt she belonged there in the first place, though it had given her fellow ANBU reason to keep their distance. People just didn't seem to appreciate narcymcbarkbutts; though in part it had been quite entertaining. You couldn't just be in a special operations unit like that and NOT have a little fun. Most of the time, it was little nit-pick things and simply citing a warning here and there or busting some druggy trainee  who swore he was just 'high on life'. High on life her ass.

 'Those were always the worst..' She thought, knowing she wouldn't miss 'Operational Logistics' as it was now called. This was the sort of stuff she had been trained to do. Stuff she should have been doing long ago. "Understood. A far cry from Operational Logistics. Rest assured, I can handle it." She looked to each of her female squad mates with an approbative smirk as they were introduced one after the other. It would only please her further if this other operative was also a kunoichi; as Gin found it much easier to befriend and work with them. A thin hand waved to them both. "Haruka-San and Eru-San, yes? I look forward to working with you both.." Introductions had never been one of her strengths and they often came across as robotic; being casual with anyone didn't come easy anymore. 

They were a comical group, which eased her of the stress it would take to upkeep with such formalities. Haruka, buntaichou of the two girls, seemed to have taken a liking to her; which even further ease her social qualms. As for the eye-patched girl, surprisingly they had something in common. Looking to Masao, she chuckled and shook her head as of it were nothing new. "It's alright really. Sort of embarrassing actually. Otosan, I thought I told you to stay outside."

"Ah, so she can see me too?" The man's eyes widened some, and just as quickly honed in on the girl with a mischievous cock-eyed smile. Someone else to witness his antics, even of they were a bit childish. Even in death, there wasn't much he took seriously.

"Raiden Balls!" The voice brought upon that very same sinking feeling deep within her gut. She did not turn as the door behind her slid open, but found the flags again to anchor her gaze away from him. This couldn't simply have been an unlucky coincidence. Come to think of it, that look Masao had shot at her the day of the class did seem a bit suspicious. 'How stupid of me!'

The ghost behind her seemed to stiffen at the sight of this man who had been the cause of his 'little girls' change. It was a natural reaction amongst any man worthy of being called such. Putting his fingers to his lips and looking to Eru, he regarded Moro with a square-set jaw as Masao backed away from the quiet exchange. If only he could actually, physically do something to this... he wasn't sure what to call him at this point. His face relaxed as he brought it close to Moro's, and stuck out his tongue, shaking and casting spittle everywhere around him; stopping only to raise his fist, as he punched at his face and phased through to stumble out of the room. 

'This headache just got a billion times worse.. And then some..' Rubbing her temples, she shook her head at the thought of even asking any questions.


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His teeth clicked shut as the operative tightened his jaw and regained his composure. “Thank you Sir. It’s an honor.” Having the Vice Commander of the entire corps be the leader of his squad was an unexpected honor beyond measure. Moro suddenly felt very out of place. It made sense, considering he had worked with both Masao and Gin individually, he wondered if it more spoke volumes about how very thin the ANBU were spread more than any sort of personal merit on his part, which was likely the case.

Moro gave both women careful once-overs, neither were very hard to look at. Eru had exotic features, and was soft curves every which way you looked, which Moro found irresistible. She was sans eye, but hey, nobody’s perfect!

“Tagiushi-nii-san’s got a filthy mouth, Masao-nii-chan!”

Kinky! Moro couldn’t help but pensively ponder. “Umm, just Moro is fine…really.”

Haruka was different, but great in her own way. Her hair and eyes were rather unremarkable, but she was fit and toned and had that wild quality about her that Moro also found irresistible. Nothing wrong with a butterface.

“Ten demerits for use of expletives and lack of decorum in the ready room, Agent Tagiushi,”

Moro’s face began to pale before the Vice commander cleared things up for him. Before Masao could pull away he couldn’t help but add under his breath, “She can institutionalize me any old time if you know what I mean,” He added a wink, cause he could. As Masao was pulling away he grabbed the Vice Commander’s shoulder and yanked him back in, ”that’s with handcuffs, right?” This called for a doublewink with the opposite eye, which he instantly regretted, as it probably made Eru-chan feel left out.

“Agent, Captain, looking forward to working with you both, hell, if we make it through this one you can count on a round or five on me…” He squeaked and then trailed off, still embarrassed from his entrance. It was really a miscalculated remark that was probably better reserved for a room full of bros. Having a squad full of women was an anomaly in itself. Wait. A squad full of women? A SQUAD FULL OF WOMEN. I AM THE ONLY DUDE! MASAO IS MARRIED TO RIN, AND SHE PROBABLY HAS HIS SACK STASHED IN A DRAWER SOMEWHERE. FRATERNIZATION HOOO!</I><i></i> He began to cogitate at an unparalleled pace, fresh sweat burst from every pore as his hormones began chugging away. You could practically see the entire sweeping cosmos laid out, shining in his glassy orbs as a single, perfect word that every man, from prepubescent Bieber-tweens to Cialis-junkie octogenarians, had on his bucket list bubbled up to the fore of his reptilian brain.

<I>Harem.

This was going to be epic.

Provided he didn’t die.

“Hi…” He just added dumbly to Gin.

It came as no surprise that he would be running point. Gin, on the other hand, was a genjutsu specialist and Moro wasn’t sure the front would be the place for her. Really, he just didn’t want to see her anywhere near the danger, but after what had transpired at the Kagemeet he knew better than to voice his concerns out loud, especially since in the back of his mind he knew they weren’t valid.

Moro cleared his throat, wondering aloud if he had his field scenario lined out correctly. “Since Agent Natsume-chan’s speciality is infiltration, I assume you rely heavily on genjutsu?” He left the question out open in the air. “With her or Agent Hoshiko opening and softening up targets with genjutsu, that would leave you, Vice Commander, or I open to create a killing field with large scale ninjutsu, and then Captain Morishima picks off whoever’s left?” Rumors abound, Moro was dying for any factual information regarding the status of the campaign, he for the most part was in the dark.
 

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“Ohayo, Ojisan!” said Eru to the apparition that seemed to shadow Gin, in response to its friendly, if somewhat lopsided smile. “I look forward to working with Hoshiko-nee-san!” As usual, Masao and Haruka seemed to selectively ignore the eyepatched girl’s conversation with the aether, which she was used to. However, the new arrival, Gin, seemed to be just as at-home with the presence of spirits as she, which made the Tsuchimikado inestimably happy inside. Finally, someone who wouldn’t just dismiss her as delusional or merely eccentric. The ghost of Gin’s father now whirled out of the room in a fit of ghostly fatherly rage at the arrival of the sleazy charmer, Tagiushi Moro.

“She can institutionalize me any old time if you know what I mean…that’s with handcuffs, right?”

“Shush, you. She has better hearing than most,” Masao whispered back, realizing at the same time as Moro that yes, the way the squad arrangements had worked out, he had essentially created a situation only found in anime pandering to lonely otaku – the harem. Now the question was, would Moro be a clueless self-insert main character whose inability to read unsubtle cues from women would astound even the most asocial of neckbeards, or would he end up with his head in a bag, cradled by a blood-streaked yandere afloat on a yacht going to nowhere?
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“...let’s hope it’s the bag,” sounded Santaru Rin’s voice all of a sudden on Masao’s headset.

“Er, hold on...” said Masao. “Yes, Regent Commander? Do you read me? ...Guess not. Must've butt-dialed me...” He turned back to the group.

“With her or Agent Hoshiko opening and softening up targets with genjutsu, that would leave you, Vice Commander, or I open to create a killing field with large scale ninjutsu, and then Captain Morishima picks off whoever’s left?”

“Actually, Moro-nii-chan, I use both genjutsu as well as this,” said Eru, mischievously gesturing at a half-empty magazine of crossbolts laying on a nearby desk. The magazine seemed to hover in the air as the metallic projectiles within now unloaded themselves one by one, also hovering in the air as well. With a sweep of the girl’s hand, they now flew across the room and stuck into an adjacent wall. As she flashed a grin at Moro, the blade of Haruka’s hand now bopped her on the forehead, causing her to wince.
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“Ten demerits for damaging our readyroom, Magneto-chan.”
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“Gomen gomen...” Eru whined.

“Actually, yes – she can use genjutsu as well as manipulate all things metal. That’s one of the reasons she’s our burglar. No one picks a lock quite like her, and if we don’t have time for picking, she can just pull it entirely out of its door, or pull a door entirely out of its frame,” said Masao. “But yes, you’re basically right. Captain Morishima can also engage targets in close combat quite effectively, but her favored weapon is her Baretto .50 caliber man-portable anti-materiel ballista. It can shoot through an armored war wagon at two kilometers.”

“I call her ‘Vera’,” said Haruka, smirking. Masao cleared his throat.

“A few procedural things for both of you in case you didn’t know. First, the schedule. As of now, we are one of only two active RDF squads. Traditionally the squads have alternated response duty on a weekly basis, meaning that we technically have one week on duty, one week off. However, because each squad needs a backup squad ready at all times, well, our week off is spent on backup duty for the other squad, sorry to say. What does that mean for you?

"On-duty means we spend the week in the Sileo itself at high combat readiness, which means we are able to deploy within 5 minutes of notification. You are of course free to go anywhere within the Sileo you wish and do anything you wish during this time, with the constraints that you must have your headset or pager, primary weapon, and armor easily accessible to you at all times. Most of us tend to spend this time napping, by the way. If we get a call, we all meet at the main staging area in full battle gear and I or Haruka will hopefully have some sort of sitrep for you, but sometimes not. For in-village threats and nukenin interceptions, we take the main elevator and deploy on foot. For locations in-country or international, we’ll already have arranged for an Imperial Army Thunderhawk transport to meet us at ground level. Once we’ve completed our mission, we get about 4 hours of downtime in between, essentially to get our wounds treated, then we’re considered ready again.

"When we’re on backup, we are allowed to be out of the Sileo, however we must be within at least five kilometers of the village for obvious reasons, unless you are tasked with something else by the Regent Commander or Raikage. You only have to have your headset or pager on your person for this time. The main times we might get called in are right after the on-call squad has completed a mission if there’s something else to be done, or if the on-call squad is actually in trouble and needs us there to lend a hand. This rarely happens, though. Once we have another RDF squad, we’ll be able to actually get you all some real days off. I think buntaichou Joukuu might be filling that gap.

"Second is the briefing situation... Well, you want the long-ass story or the short story?”
 

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He knew exactly what he was doing; and that in itself infuriated her more then anything else. Watching the uncouth display disgusted her, and unable to contain it completely, she rolled her eyes. The way he ogled them up and down, those grimy winks he gave them, and the desperate come-ons  ejecting from his mouth like soured and heavily curdled milk made her realize something. Even as she twitched and seethed from his outright attempts on their new squad mates, she couldn't help but feel comfort as the pair overlooked most of his advances.  Not the sort of response he was hoping to elicit, she presumed. There had been a time he would have looked at her in such a way. That very thought played through her head like a broken record, as she listened, her bottom lip pooching out slightly in a vague pout. 

But it seemed he hadn't totally ignored her, though his efforts at even regarding her at all were lack-luster at best. "Oh, you're done now?" She gave him a thin smile, and bowed her head slightly. "Moro-chan are you still having difficulties in that department, ne?" Lifting her chin to look into his face, she hoped he knew exactly what she meant. He had never been receptive in cases like this, but this was one of those moments she wanted to twist that knife in deeper if by some instance he did. 

To her relief, her attention gravitated towards the other two just in time witness the metal wielding, one-eyed dynamo fling a handful of bolts to lodge into the wall. "That was quite... Oh..." She gave a couple of soft claps, only to abruptly cease the action in response to Haruka and things went quiet as the Vice Commander began acquainting both Moro and Gin on how things would work now that they were members of SOD. Most of this probably wasn't new to her former flame, however it was obvious there were considerable differences in RPF's procedures then Operational Logistics; especially being so low staffed. Moro had never wanted her to take jobs like this.
 
Now it was time to see her as more then "Highwhore Hoshiko" and whatever else he had called her good or bad. Maybe he would finally realize that she did belong here. She entered the ANBU knowing she would not get much time to herself, and it didn't bother her in the slightest. This was something much bigger then she was; and to be apart of it was a honor. As such, it seemed only fitting she get as much information as possible. 

"Sir, if it wouldn't be to much trouble, I know some of the basic details.. But I don't know much else otherwise." Really she would rather simply get the important specs on anything she was not aware of; but some people liked to be thorough in their details, while others liked short and concise. And not quite knowing Masao well enough, she didn't want to step on any toes.
 

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"Moro-chan are you still having difficulties in that department, ne?"

Moro met her gaze head on, his face wrinkling into a glare that would've cowed a lesser man. Slowly, the tension worked its way out of his face until there was only a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "You wouldn't know." He simply said. He had attempted to extend the olive branch, however meager, and she threw it back in his face? So be it. Two could definitely play that game, and he most certainly wouldn't lose.

The exchange only made Moro redouble his efforts to get on his new squadmates' good sides. Not that they had bad sides, really. Bajunkajink. A warm smile once again plastered across his features, "Thats amazing Eru-chan! I can move metal objects myself, but manipulation of the material itself is beyond my grasp. If you think there is anything you could teach me about lock picking from a purely magnetic standpoint, please let me know!" he tried to grasp her hands in his to accentuate his enthusiasm, eyes huge and gleaming like only the moest of the moe could.

Masao's description of the high caliber crossbow made Moro's jaw drop. A weapon like that had endless potential, and he truly desired to know how to use one effectively. Likewise, Moro was quite a fan of being in places he shouldn't, and one couldn't really argue the usefulness of tumbling tumblers. So yes, his unabashed pleas would probably make Gin crazy, but that didn't mean he was acting purely out of spite. Not purely. "Captain Haruka, how long did it take you to learn to use one of these? Maybe you'd want to hit the range sometime? I already have some ideas about granting the projectile additional speed and stopping power that I think would be great fun putting into practice..." He left the invitation hanging teasingly.

Even as a small boy, the concept of magnetic poles was hammered into Moro basically as soon as he was able to talk. Even a jutsu as basic as the Storm Bolt, (when used correctly) was founded on the principles of creating magnetic poles with your chakra. You generate the positive pole within your own body, for example, the palm of your hand, opening the shoko there as a launching point for your jutsu. The difficult part was then creating the negative end at your target. Distance, movement (in terms of human accuracy), environmental facilitation, and the conductivity of what you were aiming for were all major factors. Actually discharging your jutsu then was really more a matter of releasing your pent up electrical charge than say, for examples sake, forcing a fireball out of your gullet. It was that sweet release, the effortless sigh of discharging a bolt of lightning at your foe strong enough to boil their blood and denature their nervous system without ever breaking their skin that Moro lived for. It was probably akin to pulling a trigger. Granted, you can just pewpew lightning in your target's direction. Its not that it wasn't effective, or strong. He had seen shinobi do it more times than he could count. It just wasn't accurate, and in Moro's mind, wasn't "correct". The idea of blindly launching lighting jutsu instead of having it zip between two perfectly orchestrated poles was the difference between an amateur and a master.

Moro had been working for years to be able to generate and control more poles simultaneously, needless to say it became exponentially harder after your first two. Even the most grizzled of Santaru's bolts of lightning would often miss their targets when they called a large enough storm. Creating a magnetic railing jutsu was Moro's current life goal. Being able to control more than three alternating magnetic poles, especially as closely packed as they needed to be to actually speed up anything crossing through it, had been his current block for quite a while. Haruka was the perfect partner to test his theories with.

Really, having Eru around to make and manipulate munitions, Haruka to fire them with pinpoint accuracy, and Moro to make them pack extra punch and possibly even guide them home to their targets, suddenly the composition of the squad made perfect sense. Whoever had assembled them together was a true tensai. More disturbingly, Moro's "rail gun" jutsu was only practiced in the utmost secrecy, not even his own brother knew about it so the idea of someone inside the ANBU, especially high up, having the knowledge of what he was working on was incredibly unnerving.

Moro's mood immediately soured when Masao explained that they were expected to spend entire weeks cooped up in the Sileo at a time. Being ready to deploy at a moment's notice was something that he was no stranger to, but instantly his thoughts turned to ways he could still be near enough to the Sileo to make deployment time, but not inside. Spending 26 weeks out of the year here with no way to leave simply wouldn't do. "Understood, sir." Until he figured out a way, he would smile and nod. The food in the Mess was deplorable, and Moro needed to drink like he needed to breathe.

"To be honest, I've only read the field reports from the most recent mission in preparation for entering the field. As to the status of the campaign, and the overall notable events I haven't done my homework."

[ooc: i can't think a fate more cruel than having someone summarize their own handcrafted story, so really whatever you're comfortable with man.]
 

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Eru’s eye widened in surprise as Moro’s hands grasped hers, which compared to his burned and leathery mitts were positively tiny and relatively unblemished, despite having their own calluses and scars as any ANBU’s did. But what truly surprised her was her own reaction to the warmth of his skin, the quickening of her heartbeat and the rapidly-spreading blush that turned her cheeks a light shade of pink.

“Onii-chan...” she began, but faltered, looking away embarrassedly. Moro was a decent-looking shinobi himself, even in a village full of bishounen and bishoujo, and there had been plenty of others she had retrospectively understood had tried to “hit on” her, but none had actually had the assertiveness to physically contact her like he had. Whether this was because most attractive young men in the village were utterly clueless about the opposite sex or because any touching was considered weirdly taboo in the social mores of Lightning Country, no one knew. But as she now discovered, as shocking as it had been, she had liked it.

Masao’s continued answering of his original question now brought relief from her flustered state as the attention shifted to Haruka and away from her. As Moro now essentially asked her for a date in the future (going to the range together was the equivalent of a date in the warrior culture of the Kumo ANBU – all of the loading of each others’ magazines and touching the same weapons and comparing each others’ groups on paper was essentially the indirect equivalent of a long makeout session), Eru could not help but feel slightly...annoyed.

“Actually, Agent Tagiushi, I just want to skip directly to doin’ it,” said Haruka, her expression completely serious and deadpan. She held it for a second, just enough to crack a slight grin. “With her, that is,” she said, gesturing to Gin. “Put a 1-yen-sized group of five in the X-ring at 200 meters with a .30 cal and I’ll consider playing with your lightning rod, mmkay? It took me about a year, by the way,” she said, answering his question with a flip of her bob.

“Alright, it seems you both want the longer version,” now interjected Masao. “Please keep in mind that this is still highly classified information, no matter how much our Raikage likes to talk about it in public. ‘An empty mind is like unto a freshly-turned sod; if not sown with the seeds of duty and honor, the insidious weeds of heresy will take root, and yadda yadda yadda,’” he said, irreverently quoting one of the many apocryphal sidebars of the Codex Ansatsu. “So, where to begin... You might all want to take a seat for this. And a pillow, too.

“Let’s start at the very beginning. Most of you were probably academy students or genin when this happened, but the Fifth Raikage, Santaru Ryuuto, and my former Taichou, let one of his operatives, a mempo and member of the giri-bannin named Raika, get herself captured by agents of the MUSHA Corporation. Yes, the same corporation that makes your tactical sporks. Its CEO at the time was the Crown Prince of Lightning at the time, a nasty guy named Shiro Amakusa Tokisada zi Kaminari - fucking royalty names, they’re so confusing – who was actually the head of a pretty widespread cult worshiping a demon lord called the ‘Hitokage’. Now, you know that there are plenty of these little jashinist circles among the nobility, and they’re usually just silly things full of scented candles, hooded robes, and idiotic sex rituals that the rich dally in because they don’t really work for a living, but this one was actually quite serious. In any case, I wasn’t there directly with them, but the Raikage as well as some others who shall not be named confronted the Crown Prince about this and essentially they had a fight. The Crown Prince got fragged, the Hitokage got mad, and lo and behold, you get the Demon Invasion, which we all know about, but few people know WHY this happened.

“Back to the political situation, however. The Shogun was still alive during this time, but the late Crown Prince had spent the last few years before all this murdering his other family members, that is, anyone else above him in line to take the throne. See, his plan was to become Shogun and essentially rule the lands on the Hitokage’s behalf. If it had worked and Ryuuto had been killed or something, that would have been the equivalent of some Serbian asshole hacking the very fabric of the world we live in and downing the entirety of Ninpocho Chronicles,” he said, taking the moment to sip out of a flask.

“In any case, after the Crown Prince takes a dirt nap, the Shogun is left without any real heirs except for a single infant son by his fifth and final wife, the Princess Miyu. This kid is named Yuuto, and he’s a total Grade A asshole, by the way. Chancellor Tachibana Ami is entrusted with the regency of the country, and Yuuto is expected to take his father’s place eventually. Sadly for them, one of our very own famous fuckups, the Sennin Sude Sairasu, goes to the Capitol and abducts the 8-year-old and reportedly kills him because that’s what he does when he’s bored.

"Regardless, around this time, the country enters a long period of decline as noble X kills noble Y everywhere because hey, the pool of eligibility to the throne just opened to all of the kids, not just the white kids. Get it, Shiro? Meaning white? Hahaha...sorry. Anyway, the real competition is currently pretty fierce and like usual, most of the serious players are actual Daimyo of the Council of Eleven Moons themselves. There’s the current Chancellor of the Bakufuu, Tachibana Ami, who would probably be the Shogun right now except for the fact that she lacks the appropriate chromosome, the Marshal General of the Imperial Army, Nobunaga Kouhei, who pretty much decided that the national military of our country was actually HIS military, the Grand Admiral of the Navy, Kato Takumi, who alternates between pirate and savior when it comes to small independent nation states, and finally probably the biggest player on the field, Daimyo Amakusa Ryuu ro Kaminari. Don’t ask me how the hell they determine what two letters come before ‘Kaminari’ because I just don’t know. He was the 87th in line to the throne before Sairasu decided to troll everyone for lulz. Now he’s actually number 1 in line by the genealogy books. He did this by killing everyone else in front of him, which is pretty impressive to me. Due mainly to Lady Ami’s influence, however, the Council of Nobles still did not back Lord Ryuu as the legitimate successor, so he’s been frustrated for a long time, and threw all of his money into accumulating a private mercenary army larger than the actual Imperial Army.

"A few months ago, the Chancellor sees that conditions are ripe for war. She realizes that the only way to keep the balance of power out of Lord Ryuu’s hands is to team up with the Marshal General if she can, and hopefully either ally with or knock out the Grand Admiral. She hires some of our main branchers to escort a peace offering to General Kouhei, and they succeed, but are attacked by Lord Ryuu’s forces. At this time, Admiral Takumi decides to raid the Kagoshiman Republic to the north, and we are again hired to repulse them, which we do. As he limps off somewhere, tensions ratchet up between all of the factions. The powder keg is filling rapidly, as you see.

"Back to Kumo now. From what I’ve been able to piece together, our Raikage has an uncle named Makoro, who Shin never actually knew about until recently. For unclear reasons, Makoro went missing a few decades ago and he must have been extremely skilled, because all records of this happening, and all records of his existence prior to now are nonexistent. No other missing nin in history has been able to pull this feat off. And between you and me, if you manage to do that, then you deserve your freedom as long as you don’t go sticking your nose back in Kumo. Sorry, that was kind of heretical of me,” he grunted. “Unfortunately, Makoro for some damned reason resurfaced about two years ago. We didn’t know it back then, but he and another missing nin approached the village gates and caused a fight that took two of our trainees’ lives. But their goal wasn’t to just kill some of us, it was to get Makoro into the village. And he did so by pretending to be an injured shinobi, getting himself a free ride to the hospital in a total breach of security protocol. Even more ridiculously, he was actually treated and discharged, at which point he disappeared. We believe that somewhere around this time he assumed the identity of a mednin with the alias ‘Hayabusa Gin’ and took control of the hospital’s overlooked charity department.

"A few months ago, Makoro, or ‘Hayabusa,’ finally makes his big move. He contracts some of our students – essentially people who won’t question orders – to deliver large crates of supposedly medical supplies to the Bakufuu Hospitals of nearly all our major cities, including to the Tenouzans down south. To sweeten the deal and really make sure they do their jobs, he grants them genin-ship as a reward. The kids are thankfully unharmed. Then the shit hits the fan: The packages are actually well-disguised bombs designed to disperse a custom-made lethal nerve agent similar to Tabun or VX, and they not only take out most of the hospitals they’re delivered to, but large chunks of the cities and most of the nobility and rich who’d gathered around to pilfer the supplies first. The only place that actually doesn’t get completely fucked is Tenouza, for unclear reasons. Something to do with ‘The Tears of Senna’ or some religious hokum. Personally I think it’s just because they didn’t gather everyone important in the city around the box to get first dibs on ransacking the narcotics. In any case, the explosions serve to essentially shock up and soften the cities’ defense forces, and at this time, Ryuu decides to roll his war machine in, occupying all of the cities in a pretty well-orchestrated attack. That’s how we ended up in actual civil war.

"We know what we know about Makoro, by the way, because we cooperated with the Imperial Army to retake Port Cirrus, and in the process, took Makoro’s chief bomb-maker prisoner. He’s the one who made the explosives, and Makoro’s the one who disguised them with genjutsu. He also told us that essentially Makoro is collaborating with Ryuu for unclear reasons.

"Now, the circle fully comes around. You guys asleep yet? In any case, remember I told you that Sude Sairasu had killed the Crown Prince Yuuto? Well, he actually didn’t. ANBU Sennin Koumyou actually took the kid before Sairasu could sodomize him too badly and had him raised by a local family here, and he eventually grew to become a mednin, whose name is Shiranai. The Chancellor is a smart woman – she knew immediately who she was dealing with, and basically forced him out of hiding. Shiranai, by the way, is a complete Grade A Asshole, which I told you already. I nearly took his head off a month ago. In any case, he’s accepted his heritage again and is ready to assume the role of hereditary Shogun.

"You might ask, ‘why give Shiranai the position and not just let Lord Ryuu take it?’ That’s what I often ask myself, but there are reasons for this. In any case, the current plan hatched by the Chancellor is to bring Shiranai and all the rest of the faction heads to the Capitol of Raiden’s Eye and have him instituted as Shogun. From what I can surmise, the Council of Nobles, and more importantly, the Marshal General and Grand Admiral, are more likely to accept a direct child of the late Shogun as their leader, and Lord Ryuu cannot really contest this. Also, if he’s coronated, Ryuu’s war becomes illegal and he’s obligated to stop hostilities lest he incur the combined wrath of the Imperial Army, the Imperial Navy, and Kumogakure.

"Basically, that’s the plan. The main issue right now is that Makoro is still out there, and probably plotting to bring the peace process down. We’ve weakened him by taking his bomb maker and compromising his organization, which is called the ‘Inner Circle,’ by the way. But make no mistake, he’s more than just your average Sennin-level missing nin. He’s a guy who managed to pull off the impossible, to go missing without leaving a trace, and yet he blows ALL of that hard work just to help some minor noble with a land grab? It doesn’t make sense, and there’s probably a reason behind it all. We have to find out why this is happening. Unfortunately, I have no idea. Shinbatsu, I’m thirsty.”

“Nee-nee...” mumbled a dozing Eru, whose head had flopped into Gin’s lap.

“That was too long, sorry guys,” said Masao, scratching his head. “In any case, I’m not going to keep you further. We’re actually on backup this week, so you’re free to exit the place. Remember to keep your pager and headset on your person at all times. You’re all dismissed.”

Haruka stretched her arms and yawned.

"He talks too much sometimes," she whispered to Gin. "Well, see you in a few days. By the way, the mempo quarters are pretty spare and the beds are too small. I have a queen-sized, though, for when you want to nap," she said. "Later!" she said, cheerfully, waving to both the new additions.

"Mmph, later..." said Eru, following Haruka out of the readyroom. "See you, nii-chan," she said to Moro, giving him a slight smile before blushing again.
 

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It was clear she would have to change her tactics to what she should have done from the start; ignore him as much as the current situation allowed. Not bombarding and matching Moro's every word with a cheeky retort was a hard task, however not impossible. Pent up frustration was an incredibly hard thing to mask, and it was more taxing fighting back then any other challenge she has met. She met his smirk with a smile and nothing more, he would not know how much it had grieved her those five years past to know he had moved on. 'I can't make it more obvious then it already is'

Looking to Eru for a split-second, she instantly felt concern for the Tsuchimikado. 'I swear Tagiushi, if you play with her emotions...' To her surprise, she actually felt a certain protectiveness over this girl, especially under such circumstances. There was no denying Eru was capable in taking care of herself. Past history with this man in particular, however, made Gin overlook this point. If anyone had a bone to pick with Moro, it was her. 

Gin was silent as she watched, but said nothing. Once again, she was thankful for Haruka's presence, even if things had taken an odd turn. In part, she was dumbfounded and the timeless (insert: finger, point at self, blush profusely) reaction seemed only natural. Needless to say, it was made clear who the captain was implying, and as such the comment didn't make the young ANBU uncomfortable in the slightest. She raised her index and middle finger to her temple with a smirk, in a casual salute, and winked in response; easily being brought back to attention by Masao. 

And Oi, how she wished they hadn't given the Vice Commander the opportunity to tell the long story; in his defense, it would be hard to condense it anyways. 'I never realized just how much was going on when I was that age..' Back in the day, she was oblivious to any of this at all. 'I suppose that's why it's called 'confidential.'' 

Out of Masao's monologue, she took this as pertinent need-to-know information: 

'So Raikage-sama is the nephew of a traitor. And a badass one at that.. That's unbelievable, getting away without a trace. And then having the balls to come back into the village once again undetected? I can't believe one person could cause so much civil turmoil. Ingenious really as far as villainous schemes go.... What a prick.. So that's why things are so strained around here. It all made sense now; with all this talk about the goings-on at Port Cirrus. Most people she had talked to, had a general consensus of what happened, but were unaware of the explicit detail and history behind it. Fascinating really. 

'So more then anything, we need to be prepared at all times. Just goes to show you just can't trust anyone...' 

She blinked down at Eru and chuckled. 'I hadn't noticed she was even there. I think I can get used to this...' And then she let her eyes rest on Moro. 'Or not.' 

Thankfully, the meeting was over and they were free to leave; and also as an added bonus, they were on back-up this week. She looked to Haruka with a genuine smile and nodded. "I wouldn't object to sooner Haruka-san." Haruka could take the sentence how she wanted, leaving it a mystery in relation to napping together on purpose. "Later~"<i></i>

"Bye Takaki-Sama~" Leaving, somewhat confused as to how she felt about the situation, she exited with not a second-glance to the only remaining agent in the room.


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Having moved from Eru to Haruka with blinding speed, Moro was pretty much oblivious to her reaction. As awesomely jiggly as she was, Eru couldn't hold a candle interest wise to a gigantic metal-flinging siege device. We were talking career goals here. It was simply more relevant to his interests. Moro would probably go straight from this meeting to the Armory and start practicing today...

That was when she offered to bang him. Something supremely confident was about to come off the tip of his tongue before she retracted her statement. No, not him, but Gin. As Gin was pointing and questioning, Moro was pointing and questioning. I guess I should've guessed. However, ducks and quacking and all of the assorted various social queues were sort of beyond him at the moment. Needless to say, he probably caught several flies as the implications were pondered. It would be completely worth being enveloped in a post-digested dried squid miasma if he could be a fly on the wall of THAT nap.

Little did the haughty captain know that it probably wouldn't take him nearly as long as she was expecting with his bloodline thrown into the mix. You win this round Hoshiko. But you don't know SHIT about my long-game. Months of practice for a goal he would've pursued anyway was nothing with the prospect of a tantalizing romp at the end. He'd get to throw that in her face as well. After what she had just pulled with her rejection of his peace offering, and her nonchalant, almost lackadaisical acknowledgment of Haruka's offer, he was absolutely infuriated.

Gender lines, at least temporarily, had sort of been blurred since the Grand Commander's announcement allowing fraternization. Obviously for someone like Haruka this wasn't a temporary thing, but Moro wasn't altogether shocked that Gin would go for something like this. The girl was obviously in desperate need of some type of sweet sweet lovin', and as far as Moro knew, which obviously wasn't much, women were more likely to experiment in that sort of way. That wasn't to say that the opposite didn't hold. There were rumors that some of the most machismo bros in the entire corps had acted out some of their previously forbidden fantasies, battlefield bonding and undying loyalty culminating in something physical. Historically, in the grand scheme of empires and dynasty's this wasn't really that uncommon, especially in societies were Strength was lauded as an almost religious rite. Rumors, however, were rumors, and whether this was just Moro's way of psychologically dealing with an emotional shock would remain to be seen. Really, deep down he wouldn't mind seeing her happy for a brief while, before it bothered him enough to continue tormenting her. Barring yourself from physical pleasure, particularly love, based on what chromosome someone had was pretty shortsighted when you could die tomorrow. As far as Moro could tell however, his preferences were set in stone. That didn't stop him from empathizing, though.

Then the Vice Commander had his attention, and without any sort of case file to look over during the whirlwind briefing it took all of his concentration. If Masao stayed behind after the others departed, he had a couple engrossing questions. Mainly, if Ami was fit for rule why wouldn't she have the full backing of the village? Kumogakure was going to be called into this conflict one way or another. The village had already shown its ability to turn tides of major scale conflicts, so why not seek benefit? It would be symbiotic, really. Screw what she thought the proper channels were, centuries of posturing and pandering to archaic customs were what got them into this mess. Circumstances were circumstantial, and there was no reason to put an unqualified brat in power when a suitable, no, the highest quality candidate was already working with them hand in hand. Would an age ever arrive with true gender equality? Not just sexually speaking, but universally? Moro also detested the idea of a summit with all the leaders in one place. It stank of risk and formality that had no basis in practicality.

It was when she was leaving that he noticed how strange she was acting. Maybe things were turning out better than expected for once. "You'll eat your words soon enough Captain," Moro grinned wolfishly. Ignoring Gin, and turning to Eru, "Stay safe Eru-chan." He beamed radiantly at her.

Thank Raiden that we're off this week. Hopefully the Vice Commander is game for questions, and for Squint's. Shinbatsu knows we could both use a drink.

"Vice Commander, you wanna go for a taste?..."
He offered as he slid out of the room with a parting thought:

Bitches.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmqpQb6x74M

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"Bye Gin," said Masao, nodding to her as she left the room. He sighed a little inside with relief - Haruka's yuri dial was usually turned up to 11, and Eru tended to freak people out with her flamboyant other-worldliness, but they worked well with each other. He had been sad to see Banteki Jenosaido (Callsign "Bob") and Chitanda Neko (Callsign "Chiquita") depart to Risu's unit, but they had always been interested in hunting their brethren more than anything else, and now that an opportunity had arose, he had no right to stop them. Moro and Gin's mutual dislike was going to be a sore point, but it had been the very reason he'd asked for those two in particular. He and Rin had been responsible for both of them in the past, and no father wanted his children to fight. He turned to Moro.

"Mm, if you're talking about Squint's, er, I'm not welcome there for another few days. I might have to get a disguise or something," said Masao, shrugging as he flipped the "off" switch on the projector. "Neither is Main Branch Sennin Fujinami, for that matter. If you see him there, though, feel free to arrest him or at least punch him in the dick," he added, cheerfully.

"Anyway, I've got a few things to tidy up here in the meantime, and of course I'll probably have to go and hug Joukuu and tell him everything's going to be alright, but if you're going to start a thread, er, tab, I'll meet you there."

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