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Though he was in hiding, time to time there would be a friend or partner of his that would bring news of what was going on in the village. Criminals that needed taken care of, missions that he could do without attracting too much attention, things of those natures. It was such a day, that a silent masked one stepped into his humble shack within the Sand Dune Slums, procuring two scrolls. One for a mission to capture and interrogate a spy, the other to catch and kill three escaped prisoners. With a bow, the figure left the scrolls upon a makeshift desk that consisted of four logs that stood tall and a large piece of ply wood. With a grunt of thanks, Syekren made to continue his work upon his ANBU armor. He was attempting to pour chakra into it to make it so that only he would be able to use it, but he was no smith. Giving up for the time being, the man stood and walked over to the scrolls, picking up the one that held details about the jail breaking convicts.

Based on the information within the scroll, there were three convicts that were behind the riots and massacre of the prison guards. They were suspected to have head into the wild sands of the Kaze no Kuni, with the warden's subordinate contracting the ANBU of the village hidden in the sand for help. Normally, Syekren would refuse this job as something that was better left for the prison  and village to take care of. But if their skill and strength was as good as he was led believe, this would need someone of equal or greater skill to solve. With a sigh, Syekren looked over the profiles written on each convict, noting their names and descriptions. They would have made it at least to the outside of the gates by now and would probably head for the border of the wind country, should they wish to escape. A quiet shuffling of the paper to have the scroll rolled up, Syekren moved his body over to his ANBU armour and pulled it over his black clothing, making sure each piece of the armour was on tightly and securely.

Before he left, he'd make sure to push the scroll into the area between his armour and clothing, then grab the white porcelain mask he'd donned so many times before. The grinning feline likeness of it used to be unsettling to him, but it was no something he'd grown fond of, as though it was another part of his body. With a nod to the mask, Syekren pulled it on over his face, tying the strings behind his head to keep it secure. His eyes stared through the slits, while his left hand grabbed the tanto from his desk, his form moving from the shack. It was the dead of night and the ANBU moved as a shadow, ready to complete his objective by any means necessary. Hizencho was on the hunt, and he would not allow a single convict to escape him.

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The ANBU's form moved away from the shack in the slums, forcing his body into a leap to ascend towards a balcony. Once his foot touched the balcony's railing, he was pushed up further in his jump to reach  the rooftop of a low building. When Hizencho reached the top of the building his body moved mostly on memory, tugging him in the direction of the slums' exit that would be closest to the village gates. He began to store up chakra in his body, melding it together in an effort to conjure up one of his favorite jutsu. It would come without warning when he needed it to and it would be a surprise for any in the vicinity. His body was flung through the air by his succession of jumps that led him from one roof to another. His feet barely kissed the rooftop sandstone  before he was pushed up into the air once more, forming a pattern of leaps and hops. His speed while doing so was tremendous, moving as though a blur in the night. Should one look up with untrained eyes, they would barely see a distortion in the air as he moved. His body was as though time and space itself would be pushed aside. Thanks to his rigorous training upon his body and speed, he had no match in the village hidden in the sand.

Hizencho reached the large sandstone archway that separated slum and village proper, his form standing upon it for a few seconds, eyes scanning the area with the tenacity of an owl looking for a mouse. Being satisfied that he saw nothing in his immediate vicinity, he moved down to the ground with a leap, landing with a soft 'kss' upon the sand that was only truly audible to him, thanks to the powers granted by the ANBU armour. The gates were within his sight and he moved towards them in earnest. He could, of course, scale the walls and move about easier, but he would stop at the gates as he reached them.  There would be two chuunin and a special jonin at the gates, guarding against any intruders or those that would seek to leave the village without express permission during the night. With a sigh to himself, he waited patiently as the special jounin waved for the chuunin to wait behind for him. The ANBU tilted his head, watching the man as he strode up, as though he was the head honcho of the place, only muttering a gruff word. "Papers?" Instead of producing his papers, the ANBU produced the scroll which held his mission in them. The special jounin unrolled the scroll and peered at it, his eyes widening slightly before he motioned for those at the gate to open it for Hizencho. With a bow, the man rolled the scroll back up and handed it back to an expectant hand from the ANBU. With the scroll returned, he placed it back into the space between his armour and clothing, then ran out of the gate into the sands.

Hizencho noticed he was still carrying his tanto in his other hand and sighed, placing it into the loop on the back left of his belt, making sure it was secure as he ran. He would head for the border of the wind country to try and catch the fleeing convicts before they could make it too far. With the three of them at jonin level, it would be a tough battle for sure, but there would be no mistake once he met with them that he was leagues above the other jonin of the hidden sand village. His jutsu was almost ready, the concentrating of chakra was going to make it much easier to use and should he need to, his eyes would be activated as well. Hizencho would take no chances to find and execute the prisoners that had escaped the prison, so that their villainy could not continue. While he was sure to have been made as an enemy to the village hidden in the sand by the elder council, he was no less intent on protecting and serving it till the day of his death.

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