Seijou Sarutobi sighed, zipping up his jounin vest. Another day, another tiresome mission with his strange students. Shoving his sai into his pockets, their prongs catching on the hem, he zipped up his sandals, preparing for the leisurely walk to the Hokage's office. But the moment he stepped outside the door, this hopeful reality was shattered. A loud cackle of laughter rung out from a block or two away and Seijou stopped, startled. Several other people on the street, including neighbors and other genin, had also stopped in confusion. A scream of panic rose into the air, nearer than the laugh, and a young girl bolted around the corner, running pell-mell down the road. Her blue dress flapped frantically behind her and she kept looking over her shoulder. Another young man then rounded the corner, holding what appeared to be a net above his head. It was then that Seijou recognized what he was seeing and he nearly slammed his head into the wall with shame.
"HERE FISHY!" Hebisuken screamed as Uotani rushed past her sensei with another frantic screech. The extraordinarily pale boy was still waving what Seijou now realized was a fishnet shirt that was not his own. A third figure rounded the bend, only ten feet from Hebisuken, fumbling to put on some kind of jacket.
"GIVE THAT BACK!" Another very angry male voice screamed, one that Seijou recognized as Shirubake and the one rounding the bend. As he approached, Seijou noticed the Hyuuga was missing the fishnet shirt he usually wore and didn't actually have anything on underneath the jacket he was trying to put on while running. One of the female genin on the street squealed in fan girlish delight as the Hyuuga bolted past, still trying to catch up with the teammate who had his shirt. Seijou Sarutobi moaned in internal agony. Today was going to be a long day.

The three of them had somehow managed to make it to their meeting place, amazingly without killing each other. This may have been because Hebisuken was hiding on top of a nearby building and Shirubake and Uotani were fuming on the bench across from him. It was interesting because the Uchiha was a pale blue and the Hyuuga was a flushed red, instinctual fear on one face and wary embarrassment on the other. Seijou just stopped, looked at them, and said,
"You know what, I just don't want to know why." All three of them began talking, but he silenced them all with a lazy stare that expressed patience wearing thin.
"Alright, you oddballs, we've got a mission to do." He watched their faces suddenly turn stoic with grim smugness. He knew what buttons to push and when to push them, but calling them oddballs was one of the more serious ones. Oh, there were worse things he could call them, but they would certainly instigate a fight that Seijou was uncertain he could win. Hebisuken jumped down from the building and glared at his sensei, crossing his arms. Now he had them united against him.
"Good. Now that I have your attention, we have a job ahead of us." They relaxed slightly, much to his relief. He pulled a small scroll from a pocket of his jounin vest and began unrolling it, reading as he went.
"The job we've got today is high C-ranked. We are to guard a caravan as it rides towards Wind country from marauders; its leader is a man named Keiryaku. He'll be travelling with us. It'll take about a week and a half to get there and a little less to get back. Any questions?"
"Have you invented that teleport jutsu yet?" Uotani sniped, arms crossed stubbornly over her blue dress and Seijou frowned at her.
"Don't be lazy. We're leaving in an hour."