"Mmm, no. Guarding mission for a minor daimyo. The usual politics and impression." Hayate coughed, twice, dry and barking. "Boring, for the most part, to be honest."

Intimidate and take notes, come home and write a report, continue on with life as usual. It was not a mission to make note of, and even the bruised ribs and cut on his shoulder would soon fade. He walked with ease, carefully adjusting his long-legged stride so Itachi would not have to hurry to keep up.