[center][h1][color=Gold]Akio Tendou[/color][/h1][/center]

"Far as I know, we're here to help the civilians learn how to fight and arm themselves, though if that doesn't catch your fancy, I'm sure thy can always use more eyes to keep a look out for Kiri-non that will probably be skulking about." Akio spoke somewhat disinterestedly, her last comment being directed more towards Chen as the boat came to a halt. Unlike Chokashi, she knew exactly what was up with their bloodthirsty friend, having lived with someone of a similar nature for he first half of her life. Why they put a guy like him on a relatively low-risk mission is a mystery to her, though in reality, low-risk in this situation wasn't saying much. [i]I don't quite understand why we're taking such an active stance in helping these people, and while I agree that these people should be given assistance, sending our own forces in seems a bit drastic.[/i] 

Akio sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration as the boat came in to doc, already getting the feeling this mission would be a pain in the ass. With a sigh, she followed after Chen, motioning for Chokashi to follow her. The two would take a different route to the underground camp, led there in a similar fashion by a woman running a small medicinal store. Once they had made their way to the camp, they were escorted to the same waiting area as Chen had been just a shirt while earlier. This was done to make the group less noticeable by any potential informants, which is why they all had also hidden any noticeable trademark of their Konohagakure origin. 

Akio would take one of the seats, waiting patiently for the person in charge of this operation to show up. After a few long minutes of nothing, made longer by both anticipation and the lack of anything interesting to pass the time, the group would hear some footsteps approach the entrance of their room rather hurriedly, the make-shift door opening to show a tall woman followed by a rather muscular man, both wearing slashed Kikri headbands on their bodies, with the woman wearing it around her arm and the man wearing his in more of a bandanna fashion around his neck. 

These two were obviously professionals of reasonable strength, probably either low-leveled jounin or high Chunin. The woman wore a conservative outfit of a light blue jacket, black turtle neck underneath, and blue camp Shinobi pants and sandals. Her hair was a dark black while her eyes were a strangely hypnotic blood red, and judging from how much of a disheveled mess her hair was, tied in a messy bun that barely seemed to be holding itself together, she was rather stressed. She looked like she might lash out at the next person who even looked at her the wrong way, though she'd be hard presses to notice it right now as her eyes were glued to a clipboard holding various pieces of paper listing everything from the amount of patrols seen in the area to the training schedule for all the current civilians. She wouldn't address any if the group, just taking the chance to sit down in a chair and continue with whatever work she was currently doing, mumbling curses to herself as she did so.

"Welcome to Mizu no Kuni, Shinobi from Konohagakure, and sorry for the lacking accommodations, but we have to make the best of what we have around here, and it tends to not be much." This would be the man talking, a large and well muscled individual that wore no shirt, just some basic Shinobi pants, sandals, and the harness on his chest to hold the rather large Sword he had strapped to his back. The blade was rather wide, not to mention it's length which was nearly as much as the man. It had a full black look to it as no light reflected off it's surface, giving Orr a slightly ominous appearance to it. The man himself held rather solid features, with scars covering his frame and one of his eyes being hidden under an eye patch, the area around being exceptional scarred, as if it had been badly burned. His uncovered eye was a steely gray that would appraise each of the Shinobi present for a little while before continuing with the introduction.

"Moving on from that, I'm sure you all k ow why you're here, but as a refresher, we need at least two of you to assist I the training of civilians, while the other can also assist in training, or joing the guard duty to keep an eye out for any Government patrols that might Ghent close to discovering the hideout. It's unlikely given our location, but their have been reports of some forces beginning to check around sewer entrances for signs of recent use, so who knows when an attack may come." The man gave a sigh before he stood up, motion for the others to do the same. The dark-haired woman would stay sitting down, too absorbed in her work to be bothered with getting up. The man seemed to think about saying something, but shook his head as he decided to leave her to what she was doing. Walking outside, he'd hold the door open to allow the others through before moving on to lead them to another destination.

As the group made their way through the camp, they'd get the chance to better observe their surroundings. They were currently situated in a large cistern with pieces of scrap metal and other such junk making for bridges across rivers of filth that streamed through the canals. Spread through out where several ramshackle huts and tents of varying sizes, some looking rather old and worn while others seemed only recently put together. There was a clear difference in the people that lived here as well, as while some people seemed to be staying inside the huts and constantly holding their nose against the god awful stench of sewer, Akio included in this demographic as the smell was doing her no favors, most of those around seem generally unphased by the smell, as if they'd been around it all their lives.

"Strange little hideaway, ain't it?" The man suddenly spoke as they made their way through, taking notice of any wandering gazes. "I had no idea this place existed until I joined wi th the rebellion, and I was born in the town just above. This place has been around for awhile, a home for the homeless, from what I can gather though you'll have to talk about one of the locals for more information on it's history. Easy enough to spot, they're the ones who don't mind the smell." The swordsman chuckled at his joke as they made their way down a tunnel, the big guy giving a nod to the two guards at the entrance as he made his way down. The way was lit by a few gas lanterns set at regular intervals, shadows leaping everywhere with the flickering of the flames. Eventually, they'd exit out into another cistern, this one being much more bare, with the canals all being covered by a mass of earth, obviously the result of Doton jutsu. 

This was obviously the training area, as it was a mostly flat area with lots of groups of people participating in various training exercises, from weapon handling to Taijutsu. However, it was immediately apparent that their was a lack if staff, as a few if those he seemed recharge of giving instructions where having to work several groups at the same time, a very tiring position to find oneself in.

"Okay, this is where we part ways. I'm heading off to take my shift on guard duty, so the one of you that may want to be a guard can follow me. The other two should report to the big tent off to the corner to receive further briefing and decide what they'll be teaching. Oh, and before I forget, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Takeo Miyazawa, and I'm the head of security around here. The dark haired woman from earlier is called Tatsu, and she's in charge of keeping this place running smoothly, as well as keeping everyone here safe, so if she snaps or barks at you, please understand that she's under quite a lot of stress everyday, and it gives her quite the temper." Takeo gave the team a nod before he made his way off down another tunnel, supposedly to make his way to the another entrance to the encampment to watch for intruders. Akio, in turn, made her way towards the tent that had been pointed out to her, as her skills would probably be put to better use in helping the civilians and relieving the workload rather than staring down a dark tunnel waiting for something to happen. 

Once they arrived at the tent, they'd be asked a few questions by the only guy available to process them about what they were most skilled in. Akio would be sent to assisting in weapons training, due to her finesse and skill with throwing weapons.

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