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[i][color=9e0039]The Red Sages | Sunagakure | [@j8cob] / [@GrafRoy Zeppeli][/color][/i]

Had complete trust in Seijo’s judgment. Saketsui wasn’t aware that amongst the trio mentioned to him was a Jounin, but when he was finally acquainted to him and the other Chunin, he felt like he was with pleasurable company. Still, that didn’t mean that he should take a feel of comfort. The situation was as dire as it could be, and in that he entirely concentrated. The mission was explained to him in good detail prior to them actually arriving to Sunagakure, but Saketsui was blessed with a retelling of the circumstances and an even better look into the kind of enemies they’ll be facing. Saketsui knew he needed to pay heed to opponents all around, but a Jounin-level enemy sparked a new sense of intimidation in him, which he was swift to conceal. His face was as deadpan as it could possibly be, with both of his swords hunched up his belt and his eyes set down with focus. He nods when Akio Tendou is mentioned, and his lips part with no more to add to the conversation than a, [color=9e0039]“Yeah, I do know of her. Not directly, but through connections and no more. She’s difficult.”[/color] It was no more than his opinion in the matter, which he saw as really crucial to keeping the mission from veering to the out-of-ordinary. If Saketsui was caught in a compromisable position, or if any of his teammates here were, then Saketsui had put responsibility AND trust in camaraderie – that hopefully, Katsuko would overlook the mission over their safety. But he couldn’t befriend that thought, as whenever it gave him just a tad bit relief, the idea betrayed him. So he had to figure his own safety, without having to be a total hassle to the team.

And that idea never betrayed him. Saketsui was one with his self-esteem. If anything, Saketsui would see to it that THEY don’t get hurt. And he’s better off being independent in a large-scale mission like this than to rely on an ally that might forget all about him. Men are easily replaced, so he’s not inclined to feel special or anything different. This mission would have to shed blood, whether he liked it or not. With both hands encircling his swords and his posture tightened, Saketsui first addresses Mikoto’s confidence in both of them, which he finds soothing in it’s own way. [color=9e0039]“Alright,”[/color] he nods simultaneous to his voice. [color=9e0039]“Let’s make sure we get the job done.”[/color] Then, he turns to face the leader, Katsuko, and sees to it that he guarantees her protection when need be. [color=9e0039]“My sword is yours.”[/color] That was a saying he never felt strayed. It had purpose and meaning, both of which are fairly synonymous. His face was hardened, his every muscle was prepared. Saketsui did not underestimate this mission, not at all.

It was now.

He brandished both of his swords and, after a bit more spinning to measure their weight and remind his muscles of how to properly hold them, he points them downwards with his arms straight to his waistline. His swords may have just been more prepared than HIM.
“Let’s go.”
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