buzzin' high [t]

[minakami shū]

Bags packed, check. Stocked, check. Everything is all set. The raven haired youth glanced to the sky as he sat upon a rock near the border, awaiting for the arrival of his 'companions'. Idly he sat and toyed with the hems of his clothing, eyes closing as he took in the breeze, keeping a steady watch on his surroundings. You never knew when someone might decide to try to attack.

[minakami masaki]

No bags rested with Kaiiro, as he wasn't quite one to cherish things. All that would go on the trip was him. He's a role play character, it isn't like he needs extra clothes. At any rate, he would tuck his kunai pouch shut, the packs holding exploding tag laced kunai in case some niggas tried to get froggy. Sliding his ninjato into its sheath, he would depart with the clack of wood air-locking against a metallic guard. Speedy travel was no problem for the youth, as he was quite fond of the shunshin. Even so, he decided not to use it to carry him towards the meeting spot. Upon arriving, he would slide his hood over his head.

"We rollin' out, nigga?"

[marvolous.]

Sad, very sad indeed.

Like Kaiiro, Soratsu did not feel the need nor the obligation to carry any sort of bag - especially, since one carried the weight of attracting an already-on-alert village. The only thing retained from his home were weapons of various natures, armor detailing him as a shinobi, and his sole ANBU mask-- each tucked callously upon his person, whilst the latter remained out and hung from his sides.

"Leaving our little sister to lead a village, who would've thought." He spoke, casually sighing and placing himself upon a rock adjacent to the 'former' Kazekage.

He was the oldest out of all his siblings, not to mention the only one with a current title above Chunnin; physically, he knew his brother were ready for the long and treacherous journey, mentally, however, he wasn't exactly sure. "Where we going, exactly?"

Alas, it begins.

[lore.]

Like two of his siblings, Gatsō felt no need to bring too many items. He kept it short – simply bringing his basic ninja equipment/weapons, and his anbu mask, which rested upon his hip. He felt no need to bring extra things, such as clothes and water, for all of that was going to be provided on their journey, by Mother Nature herself. The Etsuko was on the western flank of Soratsu, as he began to think. Soratsu was right about being the oldest, but he was incorrect about being the only sibling with a title above Chuunin. “To be more exact, what are we going to do?”

A puzzle expression, placed upon the face of the youth; what were they going to do? He knew how Shiro was, and how malevolent he could be. But he knew that there was always a cause behind it, a purpose to be more exact – for whatever this man wanted to do. The Etsuko carefully looked at each one of his siblings, waiting for a response from someone. “As long as I don’t die, then I’m Gucci. And if you don’t know what that means, it means I’m down, k?”

All hell was about to break loose.

[johnny.]

Albeit not being related to any of those that Koji was chosen to travel with, it still felt right being there. Unlike the majority of the crowd, he followed the same suit as Shiro, a light bag slouched over his shoulder, carrying some lighter clothing for the road. The armor of course was much easier to carry around while equipped, though it wasn't exactly the most comfortable of garbs to stop and sleep in. Two swords hung around his waste, one a trophy of a head he turned in... both experienced and fed from a healthy amount of victims. To a normal person, he would appear as any old samurai; especially as his headband was often hidden beneath a sleeve of layered armor on his shoulder. Regardless, of his appearance, it would change anything, just the perception from passing strangers.

It was odd being in the presence of siblings that varied so heavily in their speech patterns and habits. While some would talk with a more reserved and intelligent tone, others spoke freely and casually. Koji found himself in the middle ground of the colorful persona spectrum, a heavily mix of each side. With a half-hearted addition to the aforementioned statements by everyone, Koji simply smiled, "Ditto the last uhh... four or five statements."

[minakami shū]

They began to arrive one by one, and with a slight smirk he shifted his head to the right, looking towards the land of Hi no Kuni. "First, we're hading to Konoha. I've some interest in their village scrolls, and possibly the wealth there. After, we're heading to Kiri. I want you to head to Kiri first ahead of us, Gatso, and find the village. Tell Kouketsu that I'm coming, and I better receive the red carpet." he finished, standing up and beginning their little journey into Hi no Kuni. Soon, he'd be enjoying himself in the plunder of the fallen city.

[ move to hi no kuni. ]

[minakami shū]

Upon arriving to destination, he paused and turned to his comrades. "Begin your search for the Hidden Village. Do not go into battle alone. Report your findings to me." and with a wave of his hand he would dismiss him, and as they all bounced away into different directions, a high speed movement caused him to disappear.