Chapter 105 - Regroup (1/2)

After the confrontation, the night passed relatively uneventfully.

After scattering away, and fleeing far enough from his teammates and deep enough into the forest, Mizuki used chakra walking to scale a tree, eventually resting on a hidden branch, the highest one that could reliably sort his weight.

Upon laying down some rudimentary defenses for his current position in the form of paper bombs scattered across strategic locations, Mizuki allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

. . . . .

Mizuki woke himself up just before sunrise, taking a moment to himself to fully awaken, letting loose a large yawn before silently packing everything up from his position and rushing towards the preordained rendezvous point.

All in all, it took Mizuki just shy of ten minutes to finally arrive at what they had previously established as their tertiary rendevous point, or ”Point C.” A little clearing by the creek which they used to get water whilst impersonating bandits.

Mizuki was the first of the three to arrive there, giving him time to reflect upon his actions the previous night, and just how dumb he had been.

After all, how many shinobi out there can use white flames?

Mizuki couldn't think of any other characters in Naruto, canon or filler, horned celestial race or otherwise, that can do such a thing.

Only him.

And he just tossed the attack out yesterday like it was nothing.

Fortunately for Mizuki, the people who knew he specifically used white flames that were outside the village could be counted on one hand.

After all, even if he had been able to outwit Gari, he was still seen as not enough to be put into the bingo book.

Albeit, one with the potential to rival some of the villages' top shinobi, but still currently a chunin nonetheless.

However, it was clear that this would be his last opportunity for such carelessness.

After this mission, ȧssuming he pulled it off successfully, Mizuki would be known as a chunin with not only a unique and interesting style of jutsu but a boy who is able to face some of the shinobi world's most famous or those directly related to them, and still live to tell the tail.

In other words.

Shit would get a whole lot more complicated.

Soon enough, another five minutes of pure silence passed, the only sounds being those of nature.

The whistling of the wind as it blew through the trees. The sound of the crickets all chirping in the grass. The rushing of the water as the creek flowed downstream.

However, all of these were interrupted by the sound of a certain shinobi rushing towards the rendevous point.

. . . . .

Guy: ”Youth!”

Konoha's green beast arrived at the rendevous point just shy of ten minutes after Mizuki, carefully scanning the area before seeing Mizuki.

Guy: ”Mizuki! Good to see you made it!”

Mizuki: ”Yah, you too! Any injuries?”

Guy nodded.

Guy: ”Some minor burns along my ċhėst and Arms.”

Mizuki: ”No problem!”

Mizuki's hands glowed a faint green hue as he used the mystic palm jutsu, healing up Guy's injuries and bringing him back to his peak physical condition.

It took around another five minutes for Mizuki to completely heal the boy, as Guy's injuries were all relatively minor in scale.

Luckily for them though, as soon as Mizuki finished his healing, their captain himself finally entered the clearing, his ninken accompanying him.

Mizuki: ”Just on time”

Neko: ”hehe, sorry for the hold-up.”