Molten Earth Has No Name

[Kanade]

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Mission 1: Investigate the cultist activity deep within Rock Country, near the northern border leading to the wastes.

A rank mission number 1 for Spirit Invasion.

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Kanade shouldered her pack and cracked her neck. She had packed light, opting to put the bulk of her supplies into her personal realm. It was certainly not the day she would have picked to go to the north, but the mission seemed urgent. She took out a mission scroll, whose twin would be arriving at Youji's house soon. It was a lead, the first of many that she had for a good month or so. She had left little Akiyo at Cherisa's house, kissing her small hands and then her face. She seemed big for only 8 months, but it seemed as if time flew for Kanade anyhow. She had been around precious little actual children, and kids who had run around the streets of Kumogakure no Sato had grown up before her eyes there, taking husbands and making a living any way they could. "They just keep getting younger." She blew into her hands to warm them up, her hot breath eking out between her fingers in the cold morning air. Kanade stomped her feet and looked up at the sky, it would just be a light dusting all day, nothing really to speak of, but gloomy. The perfect weather for working in the forge.

Rolling her shoulders, she stomped her feet to shake the cold from her legs. She had packed well for cold weather, but knew that the walk would warm her up, and she didn't want to undress on the way there, stopping every little bit to pack up a discarded coat. She had opted for a hand knitted gray woolen sweater, her hair had been bound up so that she didn't have to bother maintaining the jutsu, not that she couldn't almost in her sleep at this point, but better to not have to worry about burning the lovely sweater she had received from Cherisa as a birthday present. She was celebrating her 35th birthday, which was to say that she was celebrating a twenty second birthday for Kanade. She shivered and gave an irritated look toward where Youji should be headed out of any moment.

She rolled her neck and whispered impatiently, "Come on, Youji, I am freezing." Her orange eyes were the same hue as the overcast clouds of the early morning, the sun had just painted the sky a dark incendiary orange. She blew on her hands again before rubbing them together and sticking them under her armpits. The green mittens she wore weren't keeping her fingers from the cold all that well, and she wished that she had put on the larger and warmer black pair that were in her pack.

She ran over the mission once more in her head, closing her eyes and murmuring the words to herself to keep her mind off of the cold.

Urgent A rank mission: Investigate the cultist activity deep within Rock country, near the northern border, leading to wastes. The last cultist captured gave a location that is right on the border, ten miles south of the northern outpost is where the cultists are holed up. There could be up to fifty members of the cult in this particular encampment. Approach with extreme caution. At the mission's participant's discretion, cull the camp. Requirements for successful completion: bring back one cultist, name: Brand, One of the circle of 12, for interrogation. Notable features: Scar over left eye, Enkouten, Orange hair, missing top of left ear, usually wearing red garb. All other cultists should be wearing varying shades of gray to black.

Kanade's eyes opened at the sound of approaching footsteps and eagerly looked at the owner of said footsteps.

[Izanagi]

This was a momentous occasion for the 25-year-old Chunin. For the first time in nearly a year he would set foot outside of Iwagakure. Since his mission with Fukusha Reina the young man was beginning to feel more confident, more like himself. And it seemed he had gained some semblance of trust from Kotaru and the other higher-ups of the village. From what he had heard Enkouten Kanade was a rather big name in the village, someone else who was at least equally rumoured about as himself, perhaps more so. But none could deny her skill, it seemed they too had that in common. Youji was in fact rather looking forward to working alongside her.

He had dressed simply, a brown tunic lined with black wolfs fur and a heavy brown overcoat. At his hip he carried a pair of Katana and across his back was a well stocked pack. The snow fell upon ruddy brown locks, dyed from his natural auburn. Ruffling his hair, he pulled his hood up and rubbed his hands together for warmth. The cloth gloves he wore did little to insulate heat once they started to get wet. Absentmindedly he conjured a small sphere of flames as he hurried towards the gate at a brisk run. Getting his blood pumping and his flames radiating heat helped to warm him quickly and as he arrived his ordinarily pale cheeks would be flushed pink. “Sorry, I’m not late am I?” he stated sheepishly as he slowed to a halt a few meters away from his companion. Smirking, he noted her shivering despite being an Enkouten and having magma for hair. It was quite an amusing image. “Cold?” he noted quite astutely. “Allow me” he offered, flicking his wrist flamboyantly as the flames leaped from his hands, expanding and circling around the woman from a comfortable distance. They would flare white-hot for a moment, bathing her in an aura of warmth that would slowly begin to fade. And then with another flick of his hands the flames would disperse, hopefully without startling the woman too much.