Oukami Amehime
As Ame headed out with his team, he couldn't help but be a bit comforted by the fact despite the awkwardness, the tension between his group wasn't as bad as having Toraboru in tow. He didn't say anything about it, though, and a quick glance around made him twitch his eyebrow similarly to the others, as though slightly disapproving, but also a bit amused. Before he had time to have a thorough look over the other teams, however, they were off.
They paused right before the refinery, and as Sutematsu warned them about being on their own as well as the mist, Ame took the time to slip off his cloak, wrapping it over his waist. Quickly readjusting the rigs on his spools, he practiced his polite smile in the safety of the mist before jumping after after them, keeping up as they made their way towards the compound. Though the mist was indeed thick, Ame having spent much time in the darkness during Basement training helped, his attention relying more on his ears as his eyes failed him.
Leaping after Sutematsu and company, the group landed on the other side with much ease, without getting caught. It was Ame's first big mission, and honestly speaking he was kinda nervous, but he made pretend that it was just like the small shit his family made him do, trying to focus on the situation at hand. He sneaked behind his teammates, fingers twitching readily as they approached six other shinobi, knowing as his foot passed the threshold shit would be going down. And he was right, Sutematsu dashing forward to knock the fuck out of the furthest one, following it up quickly before the other guy could get in a word edgewise.
Already Ame had shot two wires across the closest ninja towards him, weighted balls allowing them to wrap around two nearby pipes and just as he heard Kasumi warn,
"Get ready," his light feet were already leaving the ground, his body lurching towards the enemy. He overshot in the rush, flying over the enemy rather than kneeing him in the fact like he wanted to, quickly pulling back his wires. He turned midair, aiming his wires once more at another set of pipes, focusing chakra on his feet to lad solidly on the wall, pushing himself off and using the momentum to pull himself around the pipe.
The enemy was rushing past to make a counterattack, but in maneuvering his wires, he used the wire to spin sharply, allowing himself a kick to land solidly on the enemy's face---- or. Well.
It was supposed to.
"Shit--" he hissed as his foot met air, somehow his calculations having been fucked up yet again. It wasn't his fault this time though-- he was focused and his eyes had been paying attention and--- ah fuck, that Kasumi girl slowed the other guy down. Focus, Ame, he told himself, as he quickly used his kunai to snip at his wires, unable to be salvaged as they'd wrapped around heavily against the pipe, his feet skidding as he landed on the ground. So far, he'd just done a really good job of missing, he thought to himself as he parried kunai thrown at him, their physics being of normal speed despite the owner of them having been slowed down.
Alright, alright, get your shit together. He aimed for something simpler this time, wire stretching past the enemy he was focusing on, careful to aim it towards the rig and not in a way where his teammates would accidentally cut themselves on. He made a running start towards his enemy and just as the shinobi readied himself for defense, Ame tugged the wire, pulling him up and quick, timing it just right to use the kunai in his hand to cut the string, his free hand reaching back to grab a second kunai. As momentum propelled him over the shinobi, he aimed his kunai downwards, letting gravity be a helping hand, sending the weapons down the enemy's shoulders and pushing him to the ground.
Nice, one down. Only took him fifty years.
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