@veroxins roared:
" i've been going on missions since i was about seven, i think. " she brings up, lee and some others having been talking about their first few missions. " so i don't really remember them. "
they sit on a large tree, despite the branches being sturdy enough && room being plenty nobody shared a branch to sit on. daiten sits on an arm slightly above him, there is another root member on lee’s level and two more slightly below him. they are five in total, tasked to supervise a message delivery by another team of one jonin && four chunin, who were sitting closeby on a fire, enjoying a meal. lee couldn’t make out the words, but they seemed to have a pleasant chat while the ANBU squad sat in silence, eating foodpills or nothing. that’s when one picks up a conversation.
lee sits in silence as his fellow murderers discuss their first missions, there are no tales of cats being caught or dogs being walked. the jinchuriki’s first mission was finding a lady’s lost neckless, a family heirloom as she claimed, neji pretty much did that mission on his own, finding the described jewerly with his byakugan in less than half an hour. but the maito doesn’t dare share this story.
not when the others talked about their first mission being assassinations. thick brows furrow when it’s daiten’s turn, seven was awfully young. the same age his father was when he graduated from the academy && began to be sent on missions, though certainly, despite war raging over the lands, his missions had been different. lee’s onyx gaze rises, though as quick as he was to look up his eyes fell when they met her’s.
he stares down at the mask sitting on his lap, lest she sees the concern in his eyes. the empathy shining through them.