Shingo Alexander Monimiko
Leader Of Ninja
"Live a life with no regrets and you shall proceed."
Shingo's eyes scanned the room. His patience was as meek as usual. He didn't mind the absence of the warrior. The more time they blew the better. Who exactly would be eager to go back into that weather? He couldn't help but let his eyes scan over his comrades. Misia had kept quiet. Wasn't something usual to see for the girl was a very hyper and talkative one. 'She must be nervous.' he thought, letting his hand shift out to the tender shoulder of the girl before a very slim smile escaped his lips, hoping to add some sense of comfort towards her. Working with clans you hated wasn't something that often came around with Ninja. So he only hoped everything would go well. Especially with Shinju. She wasn't exactly one who got along well with people. She was more of the collective types who would spend her time being alone. She didn't seem to work well with Misia since she was loud. The thought only made him question if putting her in the group with the Gladiator woman and the Warriors would be good. They were bold womenn after all but they weren't immature. Shingo knew she'd do well with them deep inside. Shinju was a good ninja. Not known to do anything reckless. It wasn't in her character at all. She hadn't spoken to him during the entire meeting though. She was possibly still bummed that she even had to take part in such a mission. Slightly turning as Hitotsu had arrived, Shingo let his ears take in the words the boy had spoken, informing them that he would be taking part in the sparring match, none the less. "Hmm." It was an automatic reaction. Shingo was curious as to where the sudden change of heart had came from and how he expected to face up against them with no weapons, unless he happened to be a martial artist, like Ryuto. Shingo had high doubts but kept quiet on the matter.
His attention was peaked once the leader of Warriors had finally made her arrival in the meeting. Her entrance was bold and quite unnecessary. There were door handles on the door that could have simply been opened instead of kicked through. His multicolored eyes had observed everything. The Gladiator had walked up to the woman making it known that she was not playing any games. 'Women' They were surely complicated enough. Exactly why he wasn't married or in any sense of relationship. Though he hoped to settle down eventually. Once he decide to not put his work over everything. Someone had to take his position and hold the family name, eventually. Many wouldn't let trivial thoughts like that, even cross their minds but Shingo had a lot of free time on his hands. Well only for now. Soon he would be covered by his cloak and headed towards the desert. He would need to find a shop in order to purchase a pair of goggles. The sand would most certainly be dangerous and hard to travel in. He could only imagine the group traveling in the scorching weather. When it was hot, most people get hostile and ill tempered. He hoped that case wouldn't work on them. 'How the hell will we be able to find this Cursed Sword?' It wasn't like the group had a demonic energy detector or anything of the sort. They were just traveling around randomly, looking for a cursed blade. He was in no position to question it though. They were already about to depart.
The woman who had announced herself as Hildegarde, had spoken on where she would depart her team members to. It seemed a woman named Celest would be joining them on there journey to the desert. Shingo's eyes had managed to catch sight of Shinju exiting the room. 'So much for farewells.' Hearing the footsteps of Zagam, he watched as the man looked at him and his member, before walking over to the warrior group. It appeared that the assassin leader had ran out of patience himself and went to scoop the woman up. He had only spoken shortly and Shingo couldn't hear much of the conversation but Zagam came back, filling in his spot once more and keeping quiet. "I take it you told her we will be leaving?" a tilt of the head before his head shifted, answering his own question. "Shall we get to departing in that case?"he asked everyone in the group, assuring they were ready. He knew the Warrior member would join them in only a moment, for nobody enjoys being left behind. There long journey to the desert would begin. He hoped everything went smoothly like a newly cemented road, yet he had a feeling that things would get as ugly as a dead animal on the side of the road after meeting the deadly wheels of a carriage. Pulling his cloak up, to cover his mouth and nose, than stretching the wraps around his arms, he readied himself for his departure. Looking at Vineta with a simple nod as a farewell, he looked at his comrades and began walking out of Imperial Court. Who knew what was to take place?