[center][h2][color=9e0039]Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”[/color][/h2]

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[color=9e0039][b]“Watashi wa Kami, I am God.”[/b][/color]
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Yamato had left a bit later than he normally would've due to some troubles at home. His father had suddenly sent over large quantities of furniture despite Yamato never having asked for it, surely an attempt to appease him into not going to Kirigakure and risking his life. However, Yamato had told him long ago, he didn't want any help, certainly not monetary. The furniture was, therefore, ofcourse sent back. However the whole ordeal had lasted him throughout the entire morning that fateful day, meaning he had left slightly behind schedule. Normally he'd just up his speed a bit until he figured he had caught up, but then again they were going into Kirigakure, a warzone. This wasn't a mission like Zeno would've given him, a 'peacekeeping' mission. This was full blown civil war. And now that Konohagakure had started backing the Kirigakure rebels, well, there was only one way this was going to end. The Mizukage would be overthrown if the other kage didn't interfere. Retaliations from their side had been small for now - after all, they were still trapped inside the idea of peace, and were forced to think within it's borders. Konohagakure had broken free from that. There were no limits placed on their limbs.

With a heavy thud he landed on the wooden docks, seeing the boat leave just before him. His expression didn't give away his annoyance, which was growing, especially since he could make out what was Aoi on that boat. Damn. She'd be there before he was - easily. And knowing Aoi.. she probably would remind him of that a few times before he'd convince her that he didn't care. He shook his head as he sat down on the edge of the docks, looking into the sea for a bit until the next boat would leave. This one was much more ramshackle, a fishing boat would probably be better than this floating turd Yamato silently thought to himself. When the boat had docked, he had noticed what looked like refugees getting off, seemingly happy to get out of that warzone. It felt strange to enter the same boat, which would carry him towards the warzone.

The reason Yamato, Tsukiko and Aoi, as well as a mystery jonin would travel to the location on their own had something to do with orders to remain unseen for the time being. They were for that reason not part of the main force, but rather acted independently as a smaller cell until the time was right for them to join the main body of the Konohagakure relieving forces. 'Relieving' because they'd be relieving pressure of of the rebels. 

Yamato would encroach himself in his thoughts as he leaned on the railing of the boat, which he swore was about to fall apart. That is, until the hit land. Yamato nearly got thrown off his feet at the speed the boat attempted to 'dock'. Once he had stabilized himself he shot an angry glare at the steersman, who seemed to not give a damn at all. To avoid further annoyance Yamato got off the boat, onto the docks, looking around a bit to see if he could see either Aoi or Tsukiko. Or the mystery jonin.. well, there was little chance he'd recognise them. Aoi seemed long gone, and Tsukiko was also nowhere to be seen. Atleast, that's just Yamato's eyes. He knew full well there was a large chance she was simply watching him for no reason. She would claim it was because of her trapping skills and all that blabla.. Yamato was quite sure she was just a stalker. A weird one, at that. Thinking of that, that brought him back to the time he had surprised her when she went shopping and saw her in her 'normal' clothes. He could've sworn she was a normal person at times. While he laughed silently on the inside, his expression remained that what it had always been - stoical and unmoving. [i]Tsukiko[/i] though.. being a [i]normal[/i] person? Nah. While Yamato was still the asshole he used to be, and the asshole Tsukiko had grown familiar with during their first mission, he had grown to respect the woman a bit more. Maybe he was getting more mature. Or maybe her rise in power after becoming Jonin Commander was something he deemed respect worthy.. who'd know.

Finally he spotted someone that looked familiar - to a degree - as he fit the description of the rebels. Red armband. Seemed right. Yamato approached the person, unaware that he was supposed to give up a codename. The person with the red armband simply greeted him and headed out. It seemed he was the same kind of person Yamato was - one that didn't care about words when they didn't need to be spoken. Besides, what was there to speak about? He didn't know this guy, and he didn't know Yamato. All that could be said was, isn't the weather nice? The answer was clear - maybe it was nice, but the fact that Kirigakure was in a civil war overshadowed that. It was pressing, but then again, this wasn't Konohagakure, and there was almost no Minamoru presence here. Reijo made sure to evacuate them when shit hit the fan. There was little here for Yamato, other than glory and honour. And that was [i]exactly[/i] why he was here. To make a name for himself. Who knows, perhaps he would even become so famed that he'd become known throughout the shinobi world. That'd be quite something, a nickname of his own that he'd earned through bloodshed. 

It wouldn't take too long before they arrived at [i]another[/i] boat. [color=9e0039][b]“.. another boat.”[/b][/color] he said to the guy escorting him. The guy looked back and nodded. [i]“Yes. We like boats.”[/i] he said. Yamato squinted his eyes, unable to process if the man was making a joke or just stating the truth blandly. Whichever it was.. he'd soon find out that there was a truth to what the man said. As they were boating for what seemed barely 15 minutes they came upon a rather large fleet. Maneuvering through the many smaller boats, which seemed to be barracks, and all other kinds of military used buildings, as well as civilian housing for refugees and the like, there was a larger boat that stood out. The command center, Yamato figured out relatively quick. He was dropped off there and showed to the room that Aoi was in as well. He walked in and raised a hand at her. [color=9e0039][b]“Hello.”[/b][/color] he said stoically, sitting down somewhere in the area without entering Aoi's space too much. He decided quickly that he'd have to make some sort of conversation, he was gonna have to rely on Aoi for longer periods of time from now on. This wasn't a standard mission, not a 'one day trip' where you would only need to watch out for the others for a day. This conflict could technically last months or years. He needed to trust Aoi if it came down to it. [color=9e0039][b]“How was your trip? And have you seen Tsukiko around?”[/b][/color]