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[COLOR=silver][sup][b]Isles of Mist | Tokubetsu Jōnin | Squad Four[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=silver][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]VTOL -> Crash Site[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [i]Squad Four[/i] [sup][@BladeSS4][@Odin][@MesuOkami][@Syn][/sup][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

He has a bomb on his chest. Koko couldn’t get over that fact, even when they were all silently sitting in the VTOL and the air had a restricted calmness about it. Koko thinks this might be what resignation feels like. She crossed her legs and leant back into her seat, resting her head on her hand and staring out the window. Koko was careful not to let the irritation spread across her face when she continued to ponder over the fact [i]that Sakana is a literal walking bomb[/i].

Though, Koko understands the concept in theory – a big fuck you to whoever kills you, hopefully, but Koko was a close range fighter and if she had to go head to head with an enemy, she’d be the closest to Sakana. This isn’t to take into account that Koko also would not be able to use her airborne poison as it would affect Sakana as well, unless she was willing to show her cards to him. His nasty little explosive really was a gamechanger for Koko – before, she couldn’t care less whether a little friendly fire occurred and some of her foreign teammates inhaled a little bit of her poison. However, if Sakana’s reflexes are dulled, he’s that more likely to get his throat slit and his body obliterated – her with it. 

There was no need to panic yet, or at all, really. All Koko needed was a plan. From the corner of her eyes, she regarded her three teammates thoughtfully. Koko hates teams – she works better solo. 

Before facing combat situations, Koko needs to find out the radius and power of the seal. Then, if it looks like Sakana is losing, she can jump ship far away enough. For now, she’ll hold back on her use of Jōryū ni Suiei, to prevent his combat from becoming sloppy and his death inevitable. Priority wise, she’ll have to protect Sakana way before she protects the other two – while keeping her distance and letting him die sooner rather than later was the easier situation, it wouldn’t look good on her skills and his seal could come in handy later if there is an enemy they can’t defeat. 

Koko’s thoughts were interrupted by the current bane of her existence remarking on the mission. Koko bit her tongue from replying, as she knew whatever would come out would be considered impolite and Koko wasn’t in the mood to expose her cavalier personality to the others. It always caused distrust and wariness towards her when her borderline sociopathic attitude towards other humans is revealed. It’s much easier to fall in line and act like others want her to.

Koko offered an insincere smile to Sakana in answer to his bleak suicide mission statement. 

It was while Koko was searching for something socially acceptable and bland to say that the VTOL started to shake. Almost on instinct, chakra burst to Koko’s feet to keep her planted in her spot rather than be tossed around like a ragdoll. Sakana jumped from the VTOL almost immediately, calling for everyone to follow after him. Koko just prayed he didn’t die already, that would be such an inconvenience – though, he would die all the way down there while they’re all the way up here. 

Either way, Koko didn’t have much choice but to place her trust in him. While she had some jutsu at her disposal, ninjutsu was always taxing on her reserves and she was reluctant to use it so early on in the mission. Taking a leap of faith – if she really needed to, Koko could pull out a jutsu midair to save her hide – the redhead followed after Sakana.

The air rushed past her ears and her straw hat slipped off her head, the only thing keeping her from losing it was the black string that strained against her neck. The string began bruising her throat and, reluctantly, Koko swiped the hat off her head to grasp it in a death grip. Being strangled by her own hat was a hell of a way to go. The ground approached all too soon and Koko’s pliable body tucked and rolled until she was sitting on Sakana’s platform with her legs stretched out, her face flushed.

The platform began to lower after Shinji’s and Miyako’s landing and Koko took the time to regard her teammates’ health. Shinji seemed to be fine, as well as Miyako, but Sakana had injured his ankle. Without getting up and personal, Koko could tell it wasn’t a break – perhaps a pretty bad sprain at worst, a fracture at best. 

Koko studied medicine, only to know how poisons would best effect the body, but she knew the basics. While Koko had the mystical palm technique in her arsenal, she wasn’t confident in using it and she rather not aggravate the injury in the middle of a mission with unknown circumstances. They very well could be in danger right now – fuck, Koko didn’t bring a first aid kit.

[b][color=EB9675]“We need to compress that ankle, Sakana, or it’ll get worse.”[/color][/b] Koko said loudly, adjusting her hat back on her head. She turned to Miyako, their current designated leader, though Koko uses that term loosely. [b][color=EB9675]“We should wrap Sakana’s ankle before we find shelter. Walking will only injure him further and slow us down.”[/color][/b]

Koko began to unwrap the bandages around her wrists, for lack of a better current option at the moment. With the bandages in a cluster in her lap, Koko grabbed Sakana’s ankle and began to wrap it quickly and clumsily. She didn’t even bother asking for permission to manhandle him; they were in a tense situation and this needed to be done quickly, before anything else goes wrong. If he protested, Koko ignored it. After she was done, Koko sat back onto her heels and surveyed her work. It wasn’t medic-nin level of neat, but it was satisfactory enough to provide enough compression to prevent further injury. 

Koko could only hope that they would find more bandages for her to wrap her wrist with later – she felt awfully naked without her wrists protected.