"Izanami?" A young woman with a military buzzcut and a lip stud strode towards the heart of the campsite. Addressing Nono, she continued, "Word around camp is that you're good with kids. We found this one wandering the wilds on patrol, he's pretty weird. Could you and, uh, Izanagi help with this?"
"Certainly." Said Orochimaru(codename: Izanami), "I'm Izanami. My partner is Izanagi."
The young woman winced and scratched the back of her head, "Ah, sorry, I thought Izanami was a goddess and assumed. I'm Mnemosyne. I don't know if you guys are particular about your IDs or not, but my real name's Takahashi Kiko, quirk's Hindsight, and I'm from Japan, and gotta admit, it's nice to see a few Asian faces around here."
Izanagi shrugged, "I think that I would rather keep my streetside identity secret for now. Izanami?"
"The same." Izanami replied, rising to his feet in a fluid, languid motion, "Shall we proceed, Mnemosyne?"
"Kay." Mnemosyne said, and turned to go. The pair followed.
They arrived to the curious sight of a spoon being manipulated by misty tendrils to shovel soup beneath two pastel orange holes in a denser, vaguely boy-shaped cloud of mist dressed in a faded and dirty bright orange tee, neon green cargo shorts, and a pair of yellow rainboots, with a over-sized reflective vest thrown over the whole ensemble.
"Kid was seriously hungry." Mnemosyne elaborated, "We found him trying to dig up Kan-Loan's trash-pits. He refuses to tell us anything about his parents or village or faction, so we can't even try to return him. His name's Aamusnaan, but no one knows a kid by that name. Could you help us with this?"
Izanami had already settled himself seiza.
It was a profound bit of awkwardness when further investigation showed that Aamusnaan, his meaning silence in Somali, had a quirk that erased all signs of his presence in a set radius. And that his father, seeking to free his son of that curse, had allowed himself to be employed by All for One. In short, Otogakure has Kurogiri's son in its care. Kabuto knows.