Kankuro's mouth pressed taut, his thin lips in danger of disappearing had it not been for the broad stroke of purple across his mouth. Why were they suddenly so interested? It wasn't as if the mission would determine his status as a chuunin - that's what the exam was for - and if that were the case he would have been chuunin years ago. He couldn't help but feel a little put down in situations like these, made out to be the junior. With Temari it was understandable since she was older than him and liked to remind him of such, but he was two years older than Gaara and rarely felt it.

His scowl darkened, and he folded the paper into his hand.

"Classified." He grunted.