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Ryu: 40 EXP.
Yuri: 30 EXP.

Indeed.

Your transfer character was a Genin, so you can start off with '5' missions, as you've said. You can go ahead and edit them into your profile, just make sure they fit your level; you can only disperse the five among 'D' and 'C' ranks.

As for the 11,000 ryo, that was a confusing rule when it first came out, but you should have gotten the extra 1k on top of your transfer bonus. I'll add that right now, and I hope all your questions are answered. :D

Comatose: 110 EXP.

Lash, I wasn't sure if you were gonna stay in the thread or not, so I didn't grade you. PM me and I'll edit in one or something. ♥

The unexpected and warm touch of another seemed to draw me from this pathetic state that had befallen me. I did not react aside from an involuntary jerk of my right hand, at least until I was forced to stare at the blank wall, so normal and pure.

I found that I no longer had to fight to stand up, because the strong arms around me relieved the burden of balance; my body went limp against him and I closed my eyes, very slowly. I expected to see red flash across the back of my eyelids, but aside from the darkness, I could see nothing. His voice, however, was music to my ears—my breathing slowed back down to normal with each passing second that we stayed there, like that.

"W-we're going to be married soon, Asato," I heard myself stammer. My brain picked up on the thought a bit late, so I swallowed hard to buy myself time and moisten my dry throat. "I have to stand by you in all things, even these gruesome sights. You're right, we had no choice ... but so violent, so violent ..."

If anything, I did not understand his use of such a monstrous technique. The death could not have been painless; I estimated that Fugo felt every miniscule jolt of pain as his bones were compressed and, finally, crushed. The sound haunted me, it was unlike any other. Even still, I found myself unable to question my soon-to-be husband. I trusted him fully, his slight insanity and dangerous quirks behind. I love him.

"I'm okay. I've just never seen anything like that before."

I wanted to leave, to go to my quarters and sleep. Asato had taken a nap, but I still had yet to do much of anything since leaving the Council meeting. It was one thing after the other; my body still screamed to be allowed to shut down. To block out my memory of this time, this place.

"Can we go to bed?"

There was a buzzing in my ears, a faint pressure on my sternum; I felt I knew Asato's decision before he opened those hidden lips to speak the fate of this Kusagakure shinobi. Indeed, I was not wrong—he and I had an unspeakable, almost fantastical link that allowed us to guess correctly the thoughts and actions of the other. I supposed it was from spending so much time together, knowing each others' nuances and having a certain intuition and knack for applying logic. Whatever it was, it made me love him all the more.

I gasped quietly when at last he spoke, sealing the fate of our prisoner as quickly as he had stolen my breath. Asato was not a merciful man by any means; it was one of the things I both admired and despised about him. Even still, I realized that in this situation he was making the most intelligent decision, and that letting Fugo go could easily bite me on the behind.

I was about to mutter my consent when he nudged me, reminding me strongly of the time he told me to look away whilst decapitating my nephew. Though I had not looked that day, the memory itself still haunted me ... I could no longer be near an unsheathed Kusanagi without tasting the guilt. If that was the case—if I was going to have nightmares about this, too—I decided I wanted the full deal. My left hand lifted, waving slightly as if to ward off his ushering movements.

"I will stay," I whispered, and focused my gaze on Fugo, completely unprepared for whatever I was about to see.

My head cocked slightly to the side at the sound of his name, and I withdrew my hand from the bars of the jail cell. My first instinct was to release him, tell him to leave and never return, but I knew it was dangerous to put that kind of trust in a nuke ninja's memory failing them. Instead, I took five steps back, curbing my kind nature and allowing myself to wipe the curious expression from my face. I had no idea what to do now, none at all.

"My shinobi tells me your intentions were to infiltrate Konohagakure no Sato, and she thought perhaps you could be of assistance to us ... unfortunately, we have already gathered extensive intel on the leaf village."

It was not a grand idea to give him more information than he needed, but I felt safe that this particular slip was not too harmful. Likewise, I felt safer now that we were a good 30 meters apart, with my back pressed firmly against the cool wall opposite his confinement area. My left hand snaked into the thick covering of my cloak and produced moments later a radio, which I brought to my lips and turned on.

"Serpent, I need your assistance in the ANBU holding cells. Please, do come quickly."

All the time, my gaze never wandered from the nuke ninja; I did not feel I could trust him, even if I wanted very much to. I required Asato's opinion on the matter.

Jai-Lin: 30 EXP.