[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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When Rezello emerged from his tent into the cold morning air, he had a single thought on his mind: breakfast. Making his way over to the camp’s stockpiled supplies, he sorted through the food stores before he remembered a detail from the aftermath of the battle the day before: no eggs. Something else would have to suffice to sate his hunger, and so he retrieved what he considered the next best thing: meat. Taking a pair of sausages in one hand, he returned to his tent to get a frying pan from his mess kit, positioning it on the ground in front of him before taking a seat. Summoning one of his daggers into his free hand, he began slicing the sausages into the pan when a panicked voice coming from the river stole his attention.

Miwa was standing by the water, apparently scolding Akari for something, whose head and shoulders were sticking out of the water. A morning swim? A basket on the ground near them indicated otherwise - if his guess was right, the ninja girl had been collecting something from the waters. And if that something was what he thought, it would make a fine addition to his morning meal. He stood up, dropping the final remnants of the sausages into the pan in front of him before stowing his dagger in his belt and making his way towards the basket; as he arrived, Akari had emerged from the water and begun to redress, but Rezello’s focus was entirely on the potential addition to his breakfast.

Kneeling down in front of the container, his suspicions were confirmed: it had been filled with a variety of fish, fresh from the river. Taking one by the tail, he looked it over before nodding and lifting the basket in the arm of his free hand. Turning back towards the main area of the camp, he glanced at Akari. [color=1a7b30]“Good work. I can take these back.”[/color] Upon returning, he set the basket next to the rest of the stockpile before heading to the front of his tent again, pulling the dagger from his belt and quickly scaling and gutting the fish he had taken while on the way.

Dropping the prepared fish among the sliced bits of sausage, he picked up the frying pan, a hot blue flame manifesting beneath it as he began to cook.