Takeshi Juro of the Chishio clan was the only ninja they sent for the task. The only ninja that came from the Village of the Mist, due to the fact that their top agents were the majority that had gone missing, including his former squad member and squad leader. There was no conflict, no goodbyes, she left without a single word and he even less. He knew what was expected of him and he knew what it entailed, it was regrettable and it was unpleasant to think of. His eyes looked at his right hand silently thinking back upon something during those times spent. His mind went straight into the mission at hand and the creed of the Chishio. He had be instructed to follow it and to make it his own creed.<br/><br/>Leaping his way from tree to tree he took as much stealth as he could which was the reason why he was even more late then the famed one from the Leaf Village. When he got within visible range he sat down upon one of the branches and peered down at the lot of them. Assessing and trying to make note of their allegiances and what potential they had based on whatever intel he had been granted. He kept to himself mostly as he spoke up with a disinterested voice<strong>"Juro of the Mists checking in."</strong>Anyone who noted him would probably be drawn instantly to the rank insignia and of his village. The Mist Village had only sent one Chuunin, not even one Jounin was sent for this task. And by the looks of him a deeply disturbed one at that.<br/><br/>His eyes were a soft golden color with short black hair. His skin looked slightly pale then most skin complexions and behind a black mask one could not see the lower half of his face. His arms were covered in bandages that looked as though they had been worn already for they had the slight mark of fresh blood upon them. What skin was bare upon his arms and hands looks to have shown extensive scarring and every so often his right hand twitched out of reflex and remembering what kind of pain remained within him. They could see that his nails were grafted with steel as well which must have been torture to install. He wore dark blacks upon his torso in the form of a vest with buckles at the side. His feet were sheathed in steel toed boots. His eyes swept over them once again, saying nothing like how a vulture looks to see if a person is weak enough to eat off of yet.