1 Fulfillment of duty (invite only) Tue Aug 01, 2017 8:18 pm
Sero
S-rank
Morning had come and was nearly gone on the streets of Kirigakure. It was fast approaching noon and the morning mist was lifting leaving only a thin veil in the streets letting one see at least shapes as far as the eye could see. The village itself was shrouded in mist at all hours but within the village the mist had a tendency to lift around noon. Most productivity outside was done around that time. People of course handled business as needed prior to but if it didn't need to be attended to it was left until such a time. The human mind associated mist with the unseen and the unseen was feared. Monsters just beyond the veil and blood dripping where drainage pipes let loose their waters. Of course most discounted this as paranoia. Left over fears from the war and the almost war. The civilians had not forgotten their strife over the last decade. Victims or survivors they knew that men were the true monsters out there. However they were learning something crucial to the survival of the village. Their shinobi were the most capable in the world. They would defend them and to any who would do them harm, vengeance would be without mercy and slow.
Of these the Kage was the most trusted and known. Her power evident and believed in. She had displayed it and even overcome death. None doubted she was the strongest in the world. Yet there were those who whispered of another. Were Ayakashi the light they followed like a beacon there was a man that was the shadow that light cast over. Brought to power partially because that light had burned so bright. Without light one could not know of the darkness. They whispered of a man no bandit survived, no murderer didn't fear, no pirate didn't sail clear of. They knew of his island and spoke of him like legends and myth and yet they knew he was real. The head of the Osada clan was man no living creature dared cross. If Ayakashi were ever to find herself pressed her second in command would press against that force and blood would spill. Yet so few knew his face. More rumor and tale told to child to keep them well behaved. Go to sleep or Sero will come for you. Sero comes for all the bad boys and girls. Don't stay out too late or Sero will hunt for you. In the end he didn't mind being the villages boogeyman. His work was to cast fear in the hearts of the cruel and his legend spreading did just that.
However his new position had forced him out of the seclusion of his island. Away from his reverie of studies and practice. Piles of scrolls studying sealing, sage mode, Ninjutsu and weapons all organized and put away for the time being. Instead he had been given a task and set about researching that. Now that the research was done he had business in the village and had made his way towards the administration building. His Grey cloak kept tight to him with Wolf fur running over his right shoulder and down his front and back on only the right side. His long hair shifting as if sunken under water as he seemed to glide along the pavement. The nearly departed fog rolling in with him like a blanket and though he attempted to suppress it without his anbu gear it felt to all on the street that a great beast had come to swallow them all up. As he moved down the street people avoided eye contact unsure of what Sero could be doing in town. Here and there some bowed but none met those cold eyes. Grey as the dead and never blinking. No weapon adorned his form and yet all knew a blade was never far from the man.
After he had passed the whispers began. Sero was in the village. This was a rare occasion. Nearly unheard of. Perhaps he was hunting some poor soul? Rumors spread over what possible person had incurred his wrath and yet he ignored them all. In his right hand was two files. Both thick in nature but marked with a seal. Two files that required a high rank to access. Only he and a couple of others including Ayakashi could open those files without them bursting into flame. He held them tightly in pale, long fingers as he approached one building in particular. Moving inside the administration building as if gliding. The dull murmur of day to day business sliding into dead silence as the doors creaked open. His form moving through like a specter as they watched him. Moving to the stairs and up them as a long held breath was released. Even his allies were careful of him. Still he would step onto the floor of the Mizukage's office and stand before the receptionist. Glancing at her as he spoke. His words dull and yet commanding her full attention as his eyes seemed to drown her within them in their empty pits if she stared too long.
"I require a moment in private with the lady Mizukage when she has a moment."
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Of these the Kage was the most trusted and known. Her power evident and believed in. She had displayed it and even overcome death. None doubted she was the strongest in the world. Yet there were those who whispered of another. Were Ayakashi the light they followed like a beacon there was a man that was the shadow that light cast over. Brought to power partially because that light had burned so bright. Without light one could not know of the darkness. They whispered of a man no bandit survived, no murderer didn't fear, no pirate didn't sail clear of. They knew of his island and spoke of him like legends and myth and yet they knew he was real. The head of the Osada clan was man no living creature dared cross. If Ayakashi were ever to find herself pressed her second in command would press against that force and blood would spill. Yet so few knew his face. More rumor and tale told to child to keep them well behaved. Go to sleep or Sero will come for you. Sero comes for all the bad boys and girls. Don't stay out too late or Sero will hunt for you. In the end he didn't mind being the villages boogeyman. His work was to cast fear in the hearts of the cruel and his legend spreading did just that.
However his new position had forced him out of the seclusion of his island. Away from his reverie of studies and practice. Piles of scrolls studying sealing, sage mode, Ninjutsu and weapons all organized and put away for the time being. Instead he had been given a task and set about researching that. Now that the research was done he had business in the village and had made his way towards the administration building. His Grey cloak kept tight to him with Wolf fur running over his right shoulder and down his front and back on only the right side. His long hair shifting as if sunken under water as he seemed to glide along the pavement. The nearly departed fog rolling in with him like a blanket and though he attempted to suppress it without his anbu gear it felt to all on the street that a great beast had come to swallow them all up. As he moved down the street people avoided eye contact unsure of what Sero could be doing in town. Here and there some bowed but none met those cold eyes. Grey as the dead and never blinking. No weapon adorned his form and yet all knew a blade was never far from the man.
After he had passed the whispers began. Sero was in the village. This was a rare occasion. Nearly unheard of. Perhaps he was hunting some poor soul? Rumors spread over what possible person had incurred his wrath and yet he ignored them all. In his right hand was two files. Both thick in nature but marked with a seal. Two files that required a high rank to access. Only he and a couple of others including Ayakashi could open those files without them bursting into flame. He held them tightly in pale, long fingers as he approached one building in particular. Moving inside the administration building as if gliding. The dull murmur of day to day business sliding into dead silence as the doors creaked open. His form moving through like a specter as they watched him. Moving to the stairs and up them as a long held breath was released. Even his allies were careful of him. Still he would step onto the floor of the Mizukage's office and stand before the receptionist. Glancing at her as he spoke. His words dull and yet commanding her full attention as his eyes seemed to drown her within them in their empty pits if she stared too long.
"I require a moment in private with the lady Mizukage when she has a moment."
878