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"[color=007236]Understood, sir.[/color]"

Haruka flexed his energies, pulling back his chakra and waiting for the technique to wear off on their target. The first objective had been successfully completed, though personally not as smoothly as he had wanted it to; coordination between him and his teammates would be something he would need to work on in the future in order to avoid misunderstandings and roadblocks during missions. He should have been better at communicating his thoughts to the others. The mission goals may have been achieved, but their target was now missing a leg. It was a suboptimal condition to deliver somebody in, and he really hoped that Iron would not care for such injuries.

He allowed his eyes run over the unconscious ronin. They were likely late compared to the other teams.

"[color=007236]I shall carry him,[/color]" he stated, turning his attentions to his current squad leader. 

He had done the least work during the mission, and that did not sit well with him. The others had engaged the ronin in combat, while his actions amounted to utilising one technique. Although it meant that he would be less tired than his teammates, the green-haired chunin hated feeling like he was a burden, a mere tagalong that took advantage of other's skills. He needed to do something useful.