At Skye's gesture to lead the way to the Mission Board, Hiromasa did just that, but not before retrieving the last shuriken Skye had tossed, chuckling. "That was pretty good! You been holding back to preserve my feelings or was that just beginner's luck? Anyway, let's go see what ridiculous tasks the board has for us today, eh?" As they walked down the roads and across the bridges, Hiro thought about the conversation they'd had a few minutes earlier. "I have to admit something. getting stronger and ranking up is important, but something I've thought about lately is trying out for the Kumogakure Torture and Interrogation Team. The way I see it, they're perfect examples of shinobi: Doing jobs no one else wants to or can do from the thankless shadows. Specializing in genjutsu should also help my bid out, hopefully. I honestly have no idea how to even apply for such a job and I'm fairly certain they won't take a greenhorn like myself just yet. Still, it's a goal...now let's see," Hiro continued, his eyes scanning the available D ranks.

The last C-ranked mission they'd done had left a bad taste in his mouth and continuing guilt about killing that bandit girl. He wanted something less tense for now, and after a few seconds his eyes lit up as he found just the thing. With a mischievous grin, he looked at Skye as he pulled the notice from the board and handed it over. " You ever tried one of the Durians from the Tree of Demonic Knowledge? They smell like...I don't even know, just friggin' awful. Taste pretty good, but man do they make you sick afterwards. Some prankster chef apparently wants someone to bring him some of the fruits and eat a pie he bakes with them, I assume so he can watch them get sick...whaddaya say? First one to lose it buys dinner?"

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