| [Apr. 22nd, 2009|12:58 am] |
All at once, Hiro looked like just another agent: a young one, who had a job to do. Genma blew out a breath and stared up at the dripping IV line again. He wondered how experienced Hiro really was--evidently enough that he could be sent on a solo recon mission, but he had to be new to ANBU. Genma glanced over at him with something like a sympathetic shrug.
"Standard ANBU-issue weapons," he agreed. "A metallurgical analysis might tell you the ore was mined in Fire Country, but we export so..." So it was as untraceable as possible. No forge marks, no flourishes. A serious weapons expert might still be able to tell--there were several in Konoha's service, after all, who devoted themselves to telling one seemingly identical kunai from another--but that level of analysis was usually reserved for really high-profile cases. The death of a city councilor's assistant--even with attendant ninja battle, even if the political ties were strong--was unlikely to get the kind of detailed scrutiny that would give Konoha away.
Although... Genma groaned and scowled. "They already knew we were from Konoha. I mean the people who attacked us did. So whoever sent them knew it was us." All thoughts about Mitsugawa's final moments vanished in the face of... whatever this was. The thing that had nagged at Genma ever since they'd fled the ambush scene. There was just something wrong here. Which was why Hiro was being sent to investigate, he told himself.
"Something really stinks about this whole setup. You be careful." |
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