The small group had gathered at the village gates. Despite it being the morning hours, the sun had yet to rest. Perhaps it was the winter finally setting in, after all it had been unseasonably mild in the past few months. However, the ANBU masks prevented all of the participating individuals from knowing each others identities. A red-haired hunter-nin known as Fox stood a little ways from the rest, her gear masking her emotions from her comrades. "When are we going to start?" Fox asked, her voice retaining the same cold detached indifference that she was known for. Many found it hard to read her emotions, as they watched her easily switch temperaments like one changes socks. However, Fox's infiltration prowess spoke for itself, as her spotless assassination record made her a feared individ