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"[color=007236]Aye aye,[/color]" replied the green-haired chunin with a lazy salute, descending the stairs after his self-proclaimed leader to see what she wanted him to do. Inwardly, he was quite surprised that the puppet had so easily fallen to its death; he had expected greater competence from whatever forces (confirmed hostile by the response the ... "zombie" ... had attempted), but it seemed as if it wouldn't be. Though that was better for him; he wasn't really that good of a ninja, after all. "[color=007236]What do you need, Maquia-san?[/color]"

Hopefully not anything related to messing with the dead corpse at their feet. Haruka lacked the experience necessary to perform autopsies - he was just another average field ninja, not a medic-nin. Identifying organs and a cause of death was something he could do (having committed a few killings in the past and studied up on optimal areas to strike), but anything more complicated than that (which most autopsies involved) he would be absolutely hopeless at. His specialities weren't really anything related to bodies.

He brushed back some green hair that had fallen over his eyes. Mentally, he noted that he needed to get a haircut soon, but for now, dealing with the body and the mission was absolutely paramount.

Something was up, and this was the best way to find out what it was.