[table][row][cell][color=#50C878]Miho Senju[/color][/cell][cell][color=#50C878]"Yeah, maybe you're good... BUT I'M THE BEST!"[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell][sup][color=#2E2C2C]_______________________________________________[/color][/sup] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ImLqHjH.jpg[/img][/cell] [cell]Miho was in the middle of roasting a few small fish she'd managed to spear in the nearby river when Kenshiro-sensei began debriefing them. [b][color=d11014]"The Sand and Mist continue to converge towards each other. We don't know exactly where they are headed, but it is becoming increasingly clear that they are moving into the same area. We should expect that some sort of alliance is being formed, but be ready for all possibilities you can"[/color][/b], Kenshiro-sensei announced. Miho nodded in agreement while lifting her skewer and blowing a bit and fanning her puny fire which, because of how damp her kindling had been, threatened to snuff itself out. [color=#50C878][i]"It's gonna be smokey..."[/i][/color], she thought with a frown. When they'd arrived at the site earlier, she'd been eyeing the river with a very wide grin and had declared herself the world's greatest fisherman after constructing a makeshift rod with a stick and a piece of string... but it seemed that actually fishing in the normal way was really quite boring! And besides, she wasn't about to fish the way those old men fished. She was Miho, the best! And being the best meant doing things differently. Simply spearing the fish with what had been her fishing rod seemed much more effective and exciting. She'd had moderately more success with this most expert style. Though she'd hoped to have had a feast for the whole battalion, in the end, she ended up with only a few fish... enough to feed herself and perhaps a friend or two. She'd chalked this up to the river being relatively fish-less (she thought she'd read that the fish migrated elsewhere at this time of the year) and her having wasted so much time doing the "old man method", as she'd dubbed it. It was a complete victory. [color=d11014][b]"While we have no confirmation on this"[/b][/color], Kenshiro-sensei continued, [color=d11014][b]"I have some ideas on where they might be going. There are multiple abandoned small towns and villages in this area. They never recovered after the Juubi's rampage. It's possible they have chosen one as a place to meet. Any questions?"[/b][/color] Miho nodded again and fanned her flames, this time furrowing her brow. That's right. This place had been devastated by the Juubi. When she was younger, her parents used to, on occasion, visit these old sites... ghost towns... Her parents had fought against the Juubi back then and it was almost a pilgrimage, traveling from ghost town to ghost town relating stories of heroism of companions long dead and saying prayers for villagers they'd failed to save. Even back then Miho could feel the weight her parents carried, even if she couldn't comprehend it. It was... and Miho searched her mind for the right word... fitting? No... Destiny that this would be her first major mission. There was without a doubt a touch of destiny to this, that the illustrious career of Miho Senju would begin somewhere so filled with meaning. Maybe the stars had aligned or somethi- Unfortunately, her fish caught fire, breaking her from her pleasant day dream with an insuppressable yelp. She tried to blow it out, but that only made it larger, so she stuck her skewer (that was once a spear that was once a fishing rod) and the fish into her fish bucket, dousing it completely. A moment later, Miho held the burned fish to her face, shrugged, and tossed it over her shoulder before replacing it with the next one in her bucket. This one would be better, she thought. The first time, she hadn't counted on how good she was at starting fires. Miho was, after all, the best in the world. [/cell][/row][/table]