Good, she agreed to the plan. At least she was one to get along with and not dilly dally like some others that he'd worked on missions with in the past. Efficient, and to the point. And, even though he knew she was like himself, and that she had said things to try and get him to realize this, though maybe not purposely, he was still cautious. Kuronotsurugi didn't want to allow himself to become weak, to allow himself to go soft for people. He had to remain diligent, and not let anyone get to him. He didn't want to risk the liability of something as tedious as a friendship to break him of his ways. It was a cruel reality, and some might call it self harm what h did to seclude himself from others, but that was just his way of staying strong. And he wasn't about to stop being himself for one girl. Even if she did smile at him, talk to him like was someone, and made good food. To do such a thing...that was just preposterous.<br/><br/>It didn't take all that long to arrive at the spot where they had chosen to camp for the final night, Kuronotsurugi barely paying attention as Hikari jumped up on to a branch in the humongous tree, feeling her eyes on him as she watched him from above. But of course he did not react at all, paying no heed to anything she was doing at that moment. Stretching his arms above his head, fingers locked together, he groans softly in relaxation, his muscles feeling relief from having stayed in one spot for so long and not moving. He then stretches out his arms from behind, while rolling his head from side to side, neck popping quietly, stress ebbing away from him with every movement.<br/><br/>Finished, he removes all but one of his swords, setting them to the side, resting them against the base of the tree. Following was the black short sleeved collared long jacket, with the belt, leaving just a sleeveless white shirt, the top of the collar reaching beneath his chin. It zipped up the front, as well as having clips along it, and was light weight. Now his pants were more seen, and were black, not too loose, but not to tight either. Crisscrossing leather bands were on thighs, and strapped to them were two daggers. Folding the jacket/shirt over his arm, he sits down on the ground, running his fingers through his hair.<br/><br/>He definitely looked forward to going back to Konoha tomorrow, getting the report over and done with, and going back to his own routine. Back to what he was comfortable with. Maybe they'd even let him take back his other mission, the one they'd pulled him off of to put him on this pointless and dull mission. It obviously had it's reasons, but they were lost on him. He had been doing just fine on his other mission, and was in a good mood too, but no. That damn Hokage decided to be stupid and pull him off of it. Oh well. No sense crying over it now. However he probably would be really angry if he gets back to find someone else had been put on the mission.<br/><br/>Glancing upward, towards Hikari, before looking back down again. How did she feel about this whole arrangement? There must have been some ulterior motive that Hokage Tsunade had been up to...but what? He thought he had a slight idea, but the thought revolted him. Shaking his head, he slightly closes his eyes, and allows himself to relax.