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[Center][COLOR=39b54a][sup][b]Konohagakure | Jonin | Wind Child[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=39b54a][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Time Unknown[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] Then: [i]Amegakure – Great Hall[/i], Now: [i]Dome Biome, Somewhere[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Aeolian][@Reflection][@Hillan][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Tension was in the air, the gale wind has unsettled and irritated its surroundings much like any strong wind. Eita was the first to appear disturbed and with a deep glower to his persona as Shizuka made his dazzling entrance. The tumble weed of a man or bug or whatever the heck he was reached out to Shizuka’s hand as if he was a parent reprimanding a small child as not to touch. Shizuka obviously went blank as his expression shifted in confusion, [color=39b54a][i]"hmm why is this strange man touching me?”[/i][/color] Quite the irony since Shizuka was giving anxiety to the bugs inside of the coat the strange man wore. Shizuka listened to the man speak, he was clearly articulate in his speech patterns and what he had to say was interesting, but the more he spoke the more Shizuka was less inclined to listen. All he heard was mammoth beetle before Eita’s voice transformed into static. [color=39b54a]“Oro?”[/color] Shizuka hearing his name being called, [color=39b54a]“Yes! Yes! That’s me! I don’t have any gifts either, but my air can be helpful. Just you wait and see”[/color] The young boy opening his palm and creating a small cyclone in his hand. 

[color=39b54a]“Hmm?”[/color] another voice called out his name, this voice was much softer and filled with warmth, the type only a mother or maternal figure could nurture. The cyclone subsided as his deep ruby red eyes caught the reflection of the light allowing them to burn bright in the face of the pale Yamanaka. [color=39b54a]“Radiant huh? I’ll take that as a good thing. You look like the other Yamanaka’s from home, why aren’t you in Konoha? Did you get lost? I get lost sometimes, but I just follow wherever the wind takes me”[/color] her words were wasted on Shizuka, although he was apt enough to understand them, he wasn’t one for being a walking thesaurus. [color=39b54a]“You talk funny”[/color] Shizuka said bluntly, noting the sudden change in ambience within the blue eyed kunoichi, before he could question the sudden shift, the final member of their squad to be had arrived, Tapo Hanabiro. Another familiar face, one that was still a resident of Konoha, Shizuka had remember his face if nothing else.[color=39b54a] “Hey Tapo! It’s me Shizuka. Good to see you again, I didn’t know the Hokage sent both of us here. This should be a cinch.” [/color]

With their introductions out of the way, it was time for them to start their mission. While the normal shinobi would become worried or pumped with adrenaline, Shizuka was ultimately carefree. Any opportunity for new experiences were a gift to Shizuka, even if those opportunities came with peril and high risk low reward. A soldier who was fearless in the face of death and relaxed was the perfect soldier indeed. Smile on the battlefield. Shizuka raced on board first as he wanted to start things off right, unfortunately they were notified their fifth member was unable to make the voyage with the rest of them. Pouting in disappointment Shizuka only fell sadness for a hot minute before he was back to his chipper attitude. Once on the aircraft, Shizuka couldn’t help but fidget with all the tools they had supplied for the trip. He flickered the flashlights on and off, pretending that he would tell a ghost story as he wiggled his hands in an eerie manner towards the eccentric bug man. 

Once they veered off to their own direction Shizuka plastered his face against the window. Dead trees and one or two small hills came into view, before they were obscured by a massive dome coming into view. The dome wasn’t able to be seen through, blocked by accumulation of a dense fog, one could only image had been eroding the clarity over the years. Touchdown. The VTOL was a matter of meters away from what looked to be an ordinary building that acted as the gateway into the dome. Shizuka tasted the stale air and sighed, why was there never any [color=39b54a][i]fun[/i][/color] air wherever he went? The air was always gross when it came to missions and this one was no different. [color=39b54a]“Sooo uhhhh, I can go first and take point. Once we get inside the dome I can use my wind to blow away the dense fog or at least keep it at bay so we can see. I may not be able to see as well as you guys, but if there’s air then I can feel everything within it. What do y’all think?”[/color] Shizuka’s demeanor shifted to one that was more serious, a reprieve none of his teammates would expect. The young shinobi fingered the air as his index finger traced a miniscule circle rapidly. A small stream of air would slide through the keyhole and sketch the inside layout for Shizuka. [color=39b54a]“I don’t feel anything”[/color] whether that meant it was safe or a trap was still unbeknownst to the group.