sunshineverse | Island Tour Vacation! [Closed]

Who: Hotohori, Adela, and Yamato
Where: A grand tour of Noodle Island!
When: The last two weeks of September.
What: The daimyo inspects his lands while escorted by two hired shinobi. It's a land whose biggest concern is noodles. Very little could possibly go wrong.

Originally he'd wanted to leave early in the month, and as it turned out there was enough of a delay that it was possible he could have arranged missions with other countries in the interim. Impatient though he was, it felt wrong to do so once he'd already sent one request...and aside from that, he respected the ninja he'd requested before. On a mission where most of their time would be spent simply interacting, it was wise to choose companions whose company he would enjoy.

Thus, he'd postponed traveling the island: the inspection wasn't exactly an urgent matter, after all. And though he'd willingly post-poned it, it didn't mean he wasn't antsy to depart for it once the time finally did come that the (two!) nin arrived.

He arrived at the gates of the Daimyo's Palace before his counselors did, once he got word that the ninja had arrived in the city, and smiled kindly in greeting once he spotted them. "I trust that the trip here was a pleasant one?"

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Now, he didn't think it was necessary at all to have two chuunin involved in the mission, given how tame and safe this sort of tour usually was, but the recent injury of the chuunin made such a determination reasonable all the same. He certainly wasn't against further company, as long as it wasn't a thinly disguised attempt to prevent him from performing his duties properly.

"We're to be companions for two weeks, simply 'Hotohori' is more appropriate than such a formal term." He smiled pleasantly at the woman as he spoke--after all, their previous interactions were more professional and diplomatic than this one. Expecting formality would be reasonable. "Do either of you need anything before we leave? An hour's rest and food before the journey begins wouldn't damage our schedule." Mind, he was impatient to leave...but not so impatient he was completely thoughtless.

Getting signed off for active duty had been a mission all of itself and he'd missed Adela by almost an hour because of it. The medic-nin on duty had been less than sympathetic and considering the cause of his injuries, Yamato could almost agree...if the mission in question wasn't going to be the biggest milk run he'd ever been assigned in his career to date.

He should have been insulted, but given the circumstances and the Hokage's particular brand of persuasiveness, he had battled for the sign off and spent a good portion of the journey, closing the gap between himself and his fellow Chuunin without further complaint.

Yamato made good time, all told, arriving what he assumed was not long after Adela herself and dropped out of the tree line only marginally winded.
His left arm and side ached; even supported by the network of bandages under his uniform, but he felt surprisingly well given the short recovery time he'd had and none of the discomfort showed in his gait as he approached the waiting pair.

"Forgive my tardiness, Hotohori-sama, Milani-san. I hope I have not kept you waiting long." He bowed from the waist and offered a sheepish smile with the apology.

Aah -- Adela blinked at Yamato, a little surprised that he was there (or rather that it had actually taken him that long to catch up, she thought he had ditched her or something) but otherwise just a little put off at calling him Hotohori instead of, you know, his actual name. Guh, this guy was so... Annoying.

At least she actually had back up this time.

"No, you haven't Yamato-San. I just arrived myself."

When the second shinobi spoke, he offered a gracious smile. It was brightened somewhat with the use of his preferred moniker, as well. That was a good thing in a third member, one willing to share in being teammates and comrades, rather than the insulting cold professionalism some shinobi had been determined on. Those were usually sent back immediately: if a team couldn't trust each other, there was no point in having it.

"Please, there's no need for apologies. As I said, we still have time before we must leave. In that respect, it could be said you're early."

He gathered his hands at his waist, noting the difference of the coarser travel clothes to his usual silk. It wasn't the first time he wore such a thing, but the difference was so great he always noticed it. In some ways, he preferred the coarser riding clothes. "Shall we be going now?"

Yamato nodded, relieved that he hadn't held them up too badly and relaxed his shoulders under his pack. He inclined his head, feeling no need for any rest just yet.

"Of course. Lead the way."

She really wasn't looking forward to this. Adela just nodded however, hitching her pack higher on her shoulders as she waited for Hotohori to give the word.

This was probably going to be a really annoying mission, though. Damn Obito...

Although it might have done the unfamiliar shinobi well to give him a break, the journey wouldn't be a difficult one, and there would be plenty of time for him to relax after they departed.

He swept his arms out with enthusiasm, and offered a beaming smile to the other two. "Indeed, then! Let us depart." He started down the steps, still wearing a pleased smile...if not so bright as a moment before, but without any packs of his own. "There are supplies we'll have to collect before leaving town, however. They should be with the horses."

Not that he was intending to bring any horses with them, but certain stubborn counselors had prepared three regardless. Which meant the supplies were there. He turned his attention to the male shinobi as he walked. "As we'll be companions for two weeks from now...it would be good to know your name." Adela's, at least, he'd figured out on his own already. The other, however, was a complete stranger to him.

"Oh! My apologies, Hotohori-sama, you can call me Yamato." He smiled, mentally face palming for his lax manners and quickly gathered his wits.

Regardless of the difficulty, this was still a mission and Yamato wasn't doing himself any favours by letting his mind wander off rote and he gathered everything he'd discussed with the Hokage to the forefront of his mind as they walked.

"And I am Adela, as you likely already know Xing Shu-Sama," Adela nodded, flashing Yamato a smile before she made to follow Hotohori. But... Horses? Did this guy just have no clue? And he didn't hire them to do this, he hired them as an escort...

Hopefully the mission itself wouldn't be too difficult, though she had a feeling that the hard part really would just be dealing with the noodle lord.

"Horohori, please." He smiled kindly to the red haired girl. Of course they wouldn't be riding the horses, as that would only slow them all down, but his counselors tried hard.

"Adela and Yamato then. I'm afraid the journey isn't one that's likely to be very exciting...there really is very little danger on an island like this." And still, his counselors worried too much to allow him to do it on his own. Ah, well.

At least they would be on an adventure. Of a sort.

"Still, a Daimyo travelling alone could invite trouble. We're happy to accompany you, exciting or not."

The idea of any political figure touring unescorted was a bad one in Yamato's experience and though he had initially fussed at the assignment, it would be remiss of them to knowingly let an ally wander unaided. After all, how bad could two weeks with this particular Lord be?

Adela just nodded silently, not really wanting to contest with Hotohori anymore. If he was going to be that stubborn about it, she just wouldn't talk to him in a way that'd force her to refer to him by name. Seriously she didn't want him to think that she acknowledged him as a ninja -- not with what she'd seen of him so far.

Two weeks seemed like an eternity longer than fourteen days at that point.

Island Tour Vacation! [Closed]

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/takes all the starbucks

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