Daraku was really feeling it. He'd been in Iwa for over a month now, just like a nice long vacation. It was really relaxing, but still, there was something inside of him that stirred restlessly. He needed some action. Not just a spook there and a rush here, but some combat, a challenge, something, anything. Sure, there was that guy he killed when he first got here, but other than that, it had been pretty peaceful. Residents of Iwagakure recognized and knew him, "Mr. Matsuro", as if he was some kind of popular traveler amongst the commoners. He was getting settled, and that was the last thing he wanted. He had left Sunagakure as a wild heart; he was bent on adventure; he desired revenge for his torn clan; he wanted to spill the blood of his own kin; and most of all, he wanted to see it all. Experience it.

So, today, Daraku decided to change it. He was getting his adventure, but he still wasn't ready to leave Iwa just yet. Not without leaving some sort of mark that they would remember him by...the idea of destroying the whole village came to mind. He could probably manage, if the Tsuchikage didn't show up. He decided against it though, just to stay alive. Risking death wasn't a problem, but toying with it by doing reckless crap wasn't going to help anyone. What to do...he slumped out of the bed of the inn he was staying at, took a quick shower, and left wearing his usual plain-old-shirt-pants-and-fingerless-gloves outfit, carrying his shiny new sword on his back. He hadn't used it once since he bought it, but it was about time he tested it.

The man eventually arrived at the Tsuchi no Kuni border, where he spotted a large structure guarded by hundreds of men. It was quite impressive...and the perfect target. He approached one of the guards, figuring he should find a way in before making a move, because if he went on the offensive now, it would be 400 to 1. The guard didn't acknowledge Daraku's existence, but Daraku was persistent. "Hey, tall guy. Helloooo? Who runs this place? and what is it?" Still no answer. What an asshole.

Mr. kajiya was rifling through some papers in the ledger. Math wasn't his forte but they lacked a book smart genius so far. It kind of bothered him to think such a powerful bunch of individuals was compromised entirely of average intelligence and astounding amounts of power. Still he smirked as that defined him as well. Still with the pure amount of weapons shipments the business was maintaining or billing for safe passage was making the books difficult to keep. Either way he could say for sure even with feeding and housing and paying all the guards and giving the cut to Kazu they where turning a beautiful profit. Of course a lot of the weapons and armor came off of people they tore apart. So the goods where free for the most part. Still as it stood he could retire if he wanted to and just live comfortably in the mansion. Or the other Mansion...which ever worked for him. But he had far to much planned for the group. So many of them where seeking vengeance and the world needed to see that fucking with other people had consequences. Still he brushed a hand through his hair. He had taken off the gloves to be able to turn the pages better but for now he needed a smoke. He turned to head to the balcony. As usual he was wearing his Italian made custom suit with vest included. He reached into his coat pocket to grab a smoke before lighting it and putting the lighter away, However the moment he opened the balcony door he felt something. Something off.

His eye's began to search for it. It was hardly an emotion. It felt kind of broken and foul. Like violence drenched in dried blood. Like an animal grown restless. He approached the railing listening for hints of screams or anything. The usual training ground noises was about it. However his gaze settled near the gate. Where he tilted his head a little confused. He had expected some blood shed already but at the moment there was one person he didn't recognize being ignore by a guard. Of course that guard was still deaf from getting hit on both sides of the helmet with a loud raiton technique that sent echoes in his helmet. Poor guy. Still Mr. Kajiya jumped off the balcony and landed in the court yard. He appeared to take a step before moving at SS rank speed to suddenly be flipping over the fence and landing gracefully in the open field on the other side of the road from the mansion. Still smoking as he let silver eyes study the man. He made no hint to hide himself as to show that he was obviously the one to talk to.

Daraku's blue eyes watched closely as a man appeared in front of him, seemingly out of no where but apparently from the nearby fence of the building. He must've heard Daraku talking, but by the looks of it, he wasn't just another guard or something. Daraku's head tilted a bit, as he examined this guy's appearance closely. He was wearing a silky-smooth satin suit, pitch-black in color with the regal aura of a king. Daraku didn't really mind it, it was kind of nice, even though he was never a fan of authority figures. His face was nothing special, just features and hair falling down the sides of his face. Daraku finally resolved on starting the conversation, seeing as the man showed no sign of speech. He was just standing there, looking sorta creepy. "So, you the owner of this place? I'm guessing yes. It's a nice building, really, and all these guards...oof, quite impressive and everything."

Daraku had a feeling that this wasn't some sort of political building or Iwagakure-sponsored business. This place was shady, right on the border, covered in guards with a creepy-ass leader. Something was up, and he fancied it with excitement. So, he was contemplating giving the guy a threat, but rather he mixed it in to a deal he offered. "Alright, big-boss-man, let's cut to the chase. I like what you've got going here. I have no idea what it is, but I like it. So how's about you strike me a deal; you let me in on it--whether its an organization or an underground business or something, whatever, I'm into 'bad' things--and I won't cause a scene and start killing people. Deal?" In all honesty, he doubted he could take on this many guards AND Mr. Creepydude here, but it wouldn't have to come to that if Creepydude accepted the offer. He waited on an answer, pressing one hand into the pocket of his pants and resting the other on the hilt of his new sword.

Calmly Tsuyo sat there staring at the man. He was rather inclined as of yet whether to use him or kill him. Those silver eyes moving to the sword. He was yet unaware of the mans skill with the weapon but he could almost smell the murder on him. Certainly not a new fiend to the killing fields. Eye's narrowed as he listened to the snide remarks. Still his stance was casual as he listened to the man prattle on. The smoke lifting to his lips as he slowly inhaled before blowing out a ring. Admiring how the circle seemed to form around his perception of the man. He watched as he implied it was in Tsuyo's best interest to employ him. It was then that Tsuyo walked down the distance at a casual walking pace. His eyes never leaving the other mans. He was tall and something about him as he walked hinted that nothing within his steps held hesitation. Truthfully though the way he placed his feet seemed normal but they where ready to shift in any direction to avoid an attack. Finally he stopped just out of arms range. Within optimal range for a sword strike. The perfect position for a swords man to have the advantage in a draw. Tsuyo stood there with those cold grey eye's watching the eyes of the other. Within those eyes where the eyes of a monster. The silver depths of Tsuyo's gaze held no illusion on if he was new to the killing fields. He had built his life on the blood of the fallen. Those eyes held windows into a terrifyingly dark soul. His chakra pressure would make the average genin feint from just being so close. It was like standing in front of the open jaws of the bringer of the apocalypse.

"You understand the current system very well. The rich live comfortably and hide behind their armies. They tremble in fear of anything dangerous. Any threat and they will scream and throw money at it. But you will not find that here. If you want to try it. Go ahead and draw your blade. See who's blood stains these rocks. However if you are done making threats to something you don't yet comprehend. I will test you. I will have you kill and rescue. Can you handle that?"

The mysterious man went on, talking about how Daraku was making idle threats to something he couldn't comprehend. Certainly some big talk, but Daraku was listening; the guy had shifted his stance a bit differently to prepare for any incoming attack. Considering the speed with which he'd jumped over the fence, this man was fast, and fighting him wouldn't be an easy task, at least not with the guards to back him up. The next few sentences caught Daraku's attention, though, mostly because it was an assignment of sorts. "I will test you. I will have you kill and rescue. Can you handle that?" Kill and rescue. It was the first word that had got him. This could be seen as the mysterious guy's acceptance of Daraku's previous deal, as he was offering Daraku a task, so naturally, Daraku gave him a large smile. "Action...now we're talking. I'm in." This "kill and rescue" mission would be a nice way to break the monotony of sitting idle in Iwagakure that had been his life for the past few weeks. He needed a new kill. Sure, he had that bounty for Itsuki Matamoto's head, but that wasn't as fun, it was just some crappy old businessman. Hopefully this task would be a challenge...

With the two now in business, introductions were due, as per usual. "Since we'll be working together, I may as well tell you who I am. I figure I can trust you with my real name...I'm Ishido, Daraku. I defected from Sunagakure a few months ago on a mission for revenge against a woman who tore my clan in half and ruined us. I have yet to get my revenge, mind you; she is far away, off in Konoha, and I have lots of training to do before I'm ready to face her. That is how I embarked on this journey, why I'm training here in Iwa, and why I'm standing in front of you, under the alias of Matsuro, Daraku. Now that I've told my life story and all, who are you, boss-man?" The Ishido's cocky grin shone through as he said this, one that typically situated itself on his face when he was feeling confident. Even in the face of such frightening power, he could only find respect for this guy and the whole army. He looked forward to fighting alongside them.

Tsuyo looked the man over before nodding his head. He then continued to walk past him. His stride was brimming with confidence as he walked in a circle around Daraku. He seemed to be sizing him up a moment before he smiled broadly and patted him on the shoulder."Welcome then little brother." Some thing about how he said those words spoke of a sort of sincerity that bordered on madness. It sounded as if Tsuyo believed they where blood siblings. Instead of just another man he had hired. This was how he invited the truly strong. He had an eye for potential. The soldiers he expected to fight and die as soldiers but the higher circle of the organization would fight and kill all the enemies of the legend that was to be the blue rose. Deep into those silver eyes traveled the insanity of the inspirations of a kingdom. An empire built on the ashes of the current world. A new age was rising and with either force of will or his bare knuckles this man intended to stand at the top of it. His palace built on the charred bones of those who would defy him. Those eyes while insane also where shining with some amount of clever intelligence. A sly glitter crossed those eyes before he spoke again.

"Actually The mission is on the border of Konoha. The man is wanted there for killing some one very important to them. And he probably has the most up to date intel on Konoha. That is of course unless your afraid of Konoha. Either way. I expect you to be by the front gate just before night fall. Pick an empty room in the mansion as your own and then go to speak with the tailor. Get you out of those rags into something more suitable for a man who just became as wealthy as you. And he will also provide you with a disguise that we wear on missions. See you tonight."

And with that he turned and began to walk away. Lifting a smoke to his lips and lighting it as he walked through the front gate that was still under repairs. His lips twisted into a sly smile as he inhaled. Oh but things where expanding wonderfully. He would need to be quick tonight though. Extracting the V.I.P. was not going to be the simplest task in the world after all.

"Actually The mission is on the border of Konoha. The man is wanted there for killing some one very important to them. And he probably has the most up to date intel on Konoha. That is of course unless your afraid of Konoha. Either way. I expect you to be by the front gate just before night fall. Pick an empty room in the mansion as your own and then go to speak with the tailor. Get you out of those rags into something more suitable for a man who just became as wealthy as you. And he will also provide you with a disguise that we wear on missions. See you tonight." Daraku let a smile slip onto his face, ignoring the fact that boss-man still hadn't mentioned his name, avoiding the question of 'who are you' entirely. It was decided that he was going to the very place he'd journeyed here for, but he wasn't ready to fight Fuiyoka. Instead, he'd take this opportunity to get Pursuers to join his cause, and fight against their own faction...his clan WOULD be whole again, it was already destined. It would be through a path of destruction, and all that would be left would be the Seekers of Fortune, the true gems of the Ishido Clan, and he would then move to his next task...killing his father to become clan head.

The blonde ninja nodded to his ringleader, before turning back in the direction of Iwagakure and making his way back to the gate. There were plenty of preparations to be made before this sudden trip, and he had less than eight hours to prepare for them. "See you then, Boss-Man." Daraku called over his shoulder as he left.

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