"...Same." Grimacing, Ango pulled a nearly identical set of glass-and-sand kunai from his belt. They were fucked, weren't they? He hadn't paid much attention during New Dreamer Orientation, but he vaguely remembered that a balanced team was supposed to have at least one of each of the Saver, Striker and Sentry types, not fucking all ninjas. "Shit, this is kinda embarrassing, isn't it? Like showing up to a wedding in the same dress."

He took a last drag from his cigarette, then tossed the butt onto the ground. It was time for hero shit. "Anyway, I'm An... oh, right, we're still doing code names. I'm Dreamer Decadence. So, what about ninja magic? Can you do the Naruto thing where you run around with your arms straight back?"