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His want for something more than silence was soon answered the moment that he announced to the team their approaching arrival to the boarder of the country. To his surprise, the lad in the white cloak had been the first one to raise his voice, and speak up rather than remain clung in his own confined world. Nero had raised his eyebrow at the mere fact, yet nevertheless was pleased to have initiated some sort of a conversation—to him, it was a slight social improvement—since it wasn’t in his repertoire to begin with.

The young Uchiha had intended to reply to the question, and express his own opinion on the matter that was issued. He himself had been internally analyzing the state of their subject—on whether she was even still alive or if it was all part of an act to lure them to that belief. She sure had fallen under questioning, but hadn’t been interrogated about it, until now. Desiring to respond to his comrade’s query, Nero opened his mouth with his mind beginning to formulate an answer; however his attempt was to no avail. For the moment that he had tried to voice his opinion, his other partner swiftly spoke over him and expressed her outlook on the matter—definitely beating him to the punch.

He glanced over at her attentively, and gradually concurred with her every suggestion. It made sense after all, that, the kage would do such a thing to the woman in order to make it easy for the group, to return her where she belonged. It was then that an interesting sharp turn was taken by the same partner, as she addressed a matter that they had previously ignored. And that was to introduce themselves to one another. How was it that a squad went on a mission without knowing the names of their respective members? Nero felt ridiculous at the mere thought.

In the Shinobi world, in order to achieve success as a Squad, as a group—one most first attain the state of a friendship, of loyalty and comradeship. They had failed to achieve the latter. “Yeah… that’s odd if you ask me.” he voiced his opinion and immediately, upon doing so, the subject that was being carried saw it best to hoist her own voice on their current state of position. Part of Nero complied with her begging, because his hunger had also invaded his stomach and was slowly slithering its way up to his mind. Yet the other part, felt like it should act like a soldier, and inform the subject that she was in no position to make any sort of demands… hell, even speak whatsoever. “You will get your food, once we arrive at the border. For now, don’t be a nuisance.” He said somewhat coldly, not even bothering to glance over the subject. Instead, his eyes returned to the road ahead, as they seemed to have arrived at the border—where they were scheduled to meet with members of the Hidden Mist.

[ OCC: Devious, since you're staff, can you move us to the Water Country? I mean, I don't know it works, lol. But... uh you guys decide. I think we've arrived at least... ]


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The mission was an interesting one indeed. To the extent that Nero even had to furrow his eyes once the mention of 'killing' escaped from the AnBu’s mouth. Simply, the young Uchiha had never killed anyone in his life, let alone engaged in an actual battle that required him to use his full potential and strength. The thought alone of facing such predicaments intrigued him very highly. Still, his mind expressed a façade of seriousness, hiding behind the excitement that stimulated his will to fight and seek danger.

With the instructions elucidated, Nero and his teammates saw no point in remaining on the same spot, or perhaps it was only him who felt that way. For upon hearing the instructions given out by the AnBu, the young Uchiha turned his back on the latter, and began to march forward—commencing their journey up to the boarders of the Water Country.

His trail however, was abruptly stopped by his partner, who took matters into her own hands and decided to imprison their subject of escort in chains of solidified paper. The technique was impressive, it was one that Nero had personally never seen before. Nevertheless, he figured that it would come to great effect. And therefore, seeing no reasons to object to her already acted-on suggestion, the lad simply shrugged his shoulders, and refocused his attention on the road again—allowing the back of his head to rest on his palms as he marched-on en route to their targeted destination.

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