1 "First" Kill [C-Rank, Solo] Thu Apr 03, 2014 1:14 am
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku was ready. An elated look was present on his face and his eyes beamed with excitement. He was taking on his first mission as a Jounin of Sunagakure since his return to the village. After a month of sitting in a desolate jail cell, all to his lonesome, action like this would be a great way to get him back on his feet. Granted, this particular mission was only C-Rank and could easily be completed by someone of a caliber much inferior to his. He supposed that, considering he'd just rejoined Suna, he couldn't be trusted with big-time missions yet. The thing that did make him so happy about this mission, though, was that he had the opportunity to kill. His objective was to murder a serial killer who was on the loose, apparently last seen near the meeting cactus where he conducted his most recent kill. Daraku wasn't one to judge, as he fit the definition of a serial killer as well, but under a new oath and promise bound by the village, his task was to exterminate the target. It wasn't an issue of morality or personal opinion, or believing this man deserved to die for killing. It was a job put onto Daraku, and as a loyal villager of the Hidden Sand, he was not about to fail.
With his gear equipped and his mask around his face, Daraku sprinted through the sandy streets. It was around dusk, and the sun was falling below the horizon, leaving a grey and clouded sky overhead. He didn't mind; although gloomy, this weather wasn't cold or uncomfortable in the least. He felt as if he was in his element, in the brisk, heated breezes and the sand. His feet were moving at violent speeds as he continued to sprint. He reached a tall building that towered over the village wall, used his momentum to run up the vertical platform, then hopped to an adjacent building and off its roof to leave the village. He was left with a long stretch of desert ahead of him, but he knew well where he was going. He'd been to the Meeting Cactus a number of times, and it was even made to be an obvious rendezvous location in the middle of the vast wasteland just outside the village. The sand seemed to settle with the wind slowly dying down, and he reached his destination within minutes. "Now, how am I gonna catch this poor bastard..." he wondered, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade, Hikō. He removed the weapon from its sheathe and held it out in front of him, preparing to strike.
With his gear equipped and his mask around his face, Daraku sprinted through the sandy streets. It was around dusk, and the sun was falling below the horizon, leaving a grey and clouded sky overhead. He didn't mind; although gloomy, this weather wasn't cold or uncomfortable in the least. He felt as if he was in his element, in the brisk, heated breezes and the sand. His feet were moving at violent speeds as he continued to sprint. He reached a tall building that towered over the village wall, used his momentum to run up the vertical platform, then hopped to an adjacent building and off its roof to leave the village. He was left with a long stretch of desert ahead of him, but he knew well where he was going. He'd been to the Meeting Cactus a number of times, and it was even made to be an obvious rendezvous location in the middle of the vast wasteland just outside the village. The sand seemed to settle with the wind slowly dying down, and he reached his destination within minutes. "Now, how am I gonna catch this poor bastard..." he wondered, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade, Hikō. He removed the weapon from its sheathe and held it out in front of him, preparing to strike.
Mission Word Count:
451/1,OOO
451/1,OOO
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