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Kenji was mixing a stew a boiling pot outside the base when he was summoned. The shinobi was in ANBU gear as he had kept himself prepared for just this. "Jenito sir! You're needed by the commander inside." The ANBU agent nodded his head and made his way into the base in a second. He arrived through the door like a burst of wind. "You summoned me sir!" The commander leaned forward, supporting his weight on the desk with his hands. He had a scowl on his face, "I've been told that we need team of ANBU agents to infiltrate the enemy lines. This is a stealth mission, so the ANBU are preferred. We've had a little success, but if we're to win this war, we're going to need assistance from the Samurai."
 
"The Samurai?" "Yes, we need you and a team of other ANBU agents to go behind enemy lines, a get the message tot he Daimyo. You'll have to make it past the Seven Bells, but after that it's a beeline for the HQ. Make it there with the small task force you've been assigned, and relay the message. Notifying him of our situation and the dire need for the assistance of the prestigious Samurai force to aid us in our effort." The shinobi didn't have much to say, there wasn't much to say, he had his orders, and he would follow them. Kenji worked many years in the Intelligence Squad of Kumogakure, he was currently a squad leader of an espionage and stealth squad, and on top of that he was an ANBU op, they couldn't have chosen a better qualified shinobi for the job. "The rest of the team is on there way, they've already been briefed, you'll meet them outside shortly," The commander looked at the window, "they should be here shortly."
 
Kenji nodded his head, and turned around and exited the camp. He had over his shoulder his long bow and his quiver of 10 arrows equipped to his back. Capping off his arsenal was his Hane and in the various pouches on his person, shuriken and kunai. Kenji looked over at the pot of stew, and frowned under his mask. "It seems like the infiltration of enemy lines will have to be my lunch." A young lady came running over to the ANBU agent right as he sulked over missing his stew. She carried a bookbag. She bowed, "Jenito sir," that was Kenji's ANBU codename, "here I made you a bowl of the stew you were cooking while you were talking with the commander, I hope I wasn't wrong in doing so." The girl said pleadingly as she spoke with her head down. "Not at all, times like this calls for decisive action. You saw an opportunity and you made a call," Kenji place his index finger on the girl's chin lifting her head up. He tilted his head to the side, telling her to leave, he took the bowl, she smiled and took off running. Kenji lifted up his mask just enough for him to eat his soup, still masking his identity. He slurped and finished the delicious stew quickly.

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Gin now considered herself an odd mixture between a sell-sword and a bounty hunter. Yes, those two titles now defined the line of work that she saw herself involved in these past few months, trying to get herself adjusted to being a new member of the Aoi Bara - the Blue Rose - a faction-less organization that prided itself on bending an occasionally breaking the law. She was the Eldest Sister, the Guardian of Roses. It was the title that the leader had given her. At the time, Gin had not thought much of it. It was maybe too wordy or too fancy compared to what she was used to. After all, the former Kazekage had been raised in a very simplistic and humble background. She was a nomad, travelling from one city or village to the next, selling simple goods along with her makeshift family and her dear mother. She had hardly been literate when she got to the Academy in Sunagakure, a fact that she often kept to herself, lest people assume that she was, well, an idiot. But then again, that could work to her favor, assuming that people would thereon assume that she was weak minded or bad at producing a decent strategy in battle. But that had been quite a long time ago. Who would have guessed that the simple merchant girl would one day become the epitome of power in one of the Great Shinobi Nations of the world. And who would have guessed that the mighty Kazekage would be driven out of her own home by power hungry politicians who marked her downfall in the books of history.

Gin scoffed as she entered the camp where the ANBU were temporarily stationed, having been sent there by one of Kirigakure's officials after the young woman offered her talents in exchange for a nice check that would support all her needs in the months to come. He had said that they needed samurai, and a classified group was assigned to cut through the lines of the Seven Bells and make it to the Samurai's Headquarters in order to call the Daimyo to the Hidden Mist's aid. It sounded simple enough, but at the same time, the task was difficult and would prove to be a challenge, even if only a little. Gin relished any chance she got to get into a good fight, though she knew that the point of this mission was to remain hidden and infiltrate rather than cut down anyone that wasn't in her assigned team. But hey, beggars can't be choosers.

The camp was busy, filled with people running from one direction to the other, trying to get things done and organized in case of an attack while planning the assault on Seven Bells at the same time. "Ayakashi, old friend, you've really gotten yourself into a mess this time," she thought to herself, trying to locate the man that she was looking for based on the description that she had been given a few moments before. As always, her face was covered, with bandages, revealing only her right eyes. With Kirigakure's customarily humid weather, the bandages tended to stick to her face, occasionally making her sweat. It was uncomfortable, but it was a necessary burden that she had to bear to keep her identity a secret. It it were up to her, the name "Gin Kuroka" might as well be buried along with her old village and title. Hardly any parts of her skin were visible, since everything was covered by her long boots and tight suit that fit her body like a glove. Her posture was calm, collected and above all intimidating, with her head held high and her shoulders straightened. Her stare was cold and calculating, seemingly analyzing everything in her path. She finally located the person she was looking for: a man with blue hair and a built figure, dressed completely in the typical ANBU garb.

The former Kazekage stood in front of him for a moment, examining him from head to toe as quickly as she could. "My name is Shinobu, I'm hired help," she stated simply. She refused to salute the man, who's name she didn't even know, or to show any sign of established respect between the two. It wasn't in Gin's nature to give something so precious to her so freely. At the end of this mission, she would see whether this man and the companions that came along with them were worthy of it or not.

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