It had been a couple of days since the initial formation of Team Yoko, and they had spent a fair portion of it together. While the team wasn't exactly a well oiled machine, it had been deemed familiarized enough to take on their first mission. Today, the three genin of Team Yoko had been called together once again. They had work to do. It would be a D-rank mission, barely a test of skills for any competent ninja. But it was the first work assigned to any group of genin, even one as unusual as theirs. It was a rainy day in the Mist, the heavens drizzling down like they so often do. The mist that gave the village it name hung around the ground like a white blanket warming the earth, although it was a cold mist, soaking those walking through its swirling depths to the bone.
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| - It had been a couple of days since the initial formation of Team Yoko, and they had spent a fair portion of it together. While the team wasn't exactly a well oiled machine, it had been deemed familiarized enough to take on their first mission. Today, the three genin of Team Yoko had been called together once again. They had work to do. It would be a D-rank mission, barely a test of skills for any competent ninja. But it was the first work assigned to any group of genin, even one as unusual as theirs. It was a rainy day in the Mist, the heavens drizzling down like they so often do. The mist that gave the village it name hung around the ground like a white blanket warming the earth, although it was a cold mist, soaking those walking through its swirling depths to the bone.
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| - It had been a couple of days since the initial formation of Team Yoko, and they had spent a fair portion of it together. While the team wasn't exactly a well oiled machine, it had been deemed familiarized enough to take on their first mission. Today, the three genin of Team Yoko had been called together once again. They had work to do. It would be a D-rank mission, barely a test of skills for any competent ninja. But it was the first work assigned to any group of genin, even one as unusual as theirs. It was a rainy day in the Mist, the heavens drizzling down like they so often do. The mist that gave the village it name hung around the ground like a white blanket warming the earth, although it was a cold mist, soaking those walking through its swirling depths to the bone.
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