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[color=mediumaquamarine][h3]Nori Hisakawa[/h3] Red Sages[/color][/center]
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Nori didn't miss it; the Lady Commander was simply going through the motions with him. He had probably sounded like an idiot, making a big deal out of a single kekkei genkai. Plenty of them existed within the Confederation, and plenty of them existed in the Red Sages. Why would one make a huge difference, at the end of it all? [color=mediumaquamarine][i]Maybe it was just a good enough reason for me to escape that fight, an excuse to retreat. I shouldn't need one...it was just the rational decision. Did I just want to seem like less of a coward, compared to the Red Sages I hadn't managed to save? The ones who had fought and died in their battles?[/i][/color] He took a moment to look over at Mikoto again, before shaking his head a little. [color=mediumaquamarine][i]That fight, the enemy general, this mission...the stress must be really getting to me. I should accept that I did all I could. I saved a few good men, and learned a few new things. I can't expect to look like a veteran on day one.[/i][/color] His thoughts were shifted over to another shinobi joining up alongside himself, Seijo and Mikoto. He didn't know the man's name, but he noticed his behavior of sticking near the Lady Commander. Perhaps he felt protective of her.

[color=mediumaquamarine]"I suppose it could have been worse. Mikoto here--"[/color] He had just announced his name, so Nori finally had a name to place alongside the redhead's face, [color=mediumaquamarine]"--and myself ended up in a rather one-sided fight against several Confederate shinobi that felt more competent than the majority. We survived though, so I suppose that's what counts. Yourself?"[/color]

Once Yudai had responded, he turned his attention back to Seijo. [color=mediumaquamarine]"Commander Tametomo, perhaps the information is less critical than originally implied, in the grand scheme of things. I only wish to bring it up based on how it somewhat resembled your own kekkei genkai, in that an area around the user becomes extremely hazardous for another to battle in. The shinobi was surrounding himself in a fairly large pool of what appeared to be liquefied silver. Presumably, he can do whatever he pleases with it. Personally, I experienced him launching it at me as a projectile, and managing to create a makeshift fan out of it, pushing away some of the mist from the [url=http://naruto.wikia.com/wiki/Hiding_in_Mist_Technique]Hiding in Mist Technique.[/url] Alone, it appears to be manageable, but several of them, depending on the limits of the ability, could be extremely hazardous to deal with. In comparison, a large group of enemy shinobi with your Spore Release would be able to swarm a base, and no-one vulnerable to the technique would be able to escape."[/color] Nori took a breath once he was finished, looking ahead again. There was little more to say on the matter. If she had anything to say about it, she would probably ignore it until later.

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Nori was relieved to be back at base, and wasted no time in heading back to his quarters to inspect his wound and slip into something more comfortable. His mouth turned when he slipped off the chain mesh under his shirt; Higoho's palm had barely even clipped him, and he had a really nasty bruise. He poked at it gingerly, wincing a bit, but no extremely sharp pains meant he hadn't suffered any internal damage worth getting checked. At worst, he'd just have to avoid getting tickled and laughing himself into agony. He could fight just fine by now.

He was already guessing that Seijo would be gathering the recruits up for some sort of meeting. A mission review, or perhaps a follow-up mission in the field. His consideration was confirmed when the announcement was handed out that everyone head to the conference room. [color=mediumaquamarine][i]No rest for the weary,[/i][/color] he thought, not really sour about it. The beds were a luxury; the Red Sages could sleep when they were dead. So, he grabbed himself a half-minute shower, threw on some black slacks, a navy blue stripped button-up shirt, and his scarf. He decided to slip on his shinobi sandals instead of casual shoes, and collapsed his naginata and hung it on a cord over his shoulder, just in case something very impromptu was going on. He didn't really bother giving his hair much thought, and made his way to the meeting room. He wouldn't be late, but he wouldn't beat anyone who hadn't bothered to take a moment to clean up and had rushed their way there ASAP.

When he arrived, he found himself a seat and kept quiet as Seijo asked if they had anything to report. He had already told her what he knew on the way back to base, and found himself feeling all the more foolish for it. [color=mediumaquamarine][i]Being on this side of the war has me feeling like a genin all over again,[/i][/color] he thought, a little disappointed in himself for his amateur behavior. It didn't matter now. Best to just listen to what the others had to say.