1 State secrets. (private, plot) Thu Apr 12, 2018 8:12 pm
Kirei
B-rank
Hands spun out in precise strikes, the Uchiha's fist would meet flesh, and before savoring the hit, Kirei would drop low and roll forward to avoid the oncoming assault from his flank. Four of the thugs had been caught by Kirei while on patrol, the group having been tracked down from a theft at a casino toward the edge of town. Money in hand the quartet weren't prepared for a shinobi, young as he was, to descend on their meeting. In years past, Kirei would have been savagely beaten, completely overpowered by these men; after long months in the Mist, training alongside Di on their adventures, the boy had developed a solid understanding of battle. Though he was far from a trained killer, the young Scout would maneuver nimbly, devilish smirk betraying the hidden wire trailing behind him which would glisten, revealing a web of interwoven between all four victims. With a pull, the cable tightened and tugged inwards, tripping the men, binding limbs and allowing Kirei to snatch their gains, deciding he would not act as the arbiter of justice beyond returning that which was taken.
Patrols had become as much part of Kirei's life as the vicious crimefighting persona he'd constructed. Tonight, everything hung low, the fog painted thick margins between buildings, obscuring sight mere feet from people as they walked. The dark, goaded by the oppressive mist, struck mercilessly beneath the new moon, barely a sliver of light fighting for its place but only presenting a film of faux frost for its effort. Beneath the struggle, Kirei moved deftly across the rooftops, his assigned routes had become more dangerous since he'd gained the village's trust, and so he found himself leaping over the decrepit remains of Kiri's unused outskirts, the majority of which remained still in desperate need of reparations.
Serving the Mist at night, Kirei was dressed appropriately, all black, long sleeves and dark gloves, body obscured by his signature poncho, large enough to reach his shins, which also hid the numerous tools he wielded. Lengths of wire strung together Kunai and Shurikens over his body, half his arsenal pre-tied with the cables for immediate use and the rest hanging loosely. To see at all, Kirei would require the Sharingan at all times, peering easily through the obfuscation to spot anything sinister hidden in the shadows of these forgotten buildings. Since beginning these excursions in dangerous zones, Kirei had never experienced a moment as quiet as this, the silence was almost claustrophobic, and if the boy didn't know better, he'd have thought the area had already been cleared out in anticipation of his arrival.
Rising above, the Uchiha ascended through the skeleton of a building, outer walls stripped bare by years of neglect. Stoic, wooden framework guided Kirei to his fourth story purchase where he emerged from the broken walls to overlook his zone. A ninja could easily play games with the rolling fog, continually coiling into white shapes which would reach out then fade. He took a knee, Sharingan slowly observing beneath him for any sign of movement. With nothing disturbing the steady wind, Kirei would let out a long sigh. The more he felt like a real shinobi, the less he felt like a kid.
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Patrols had become as much part of Kirei's life as the vicious crimefighting persona he'd constructed. Tonight, everything hung low, the fog painted thick margins between buildings, obscuring sight mere feet from people as they walked. The dark, goaded by the oppressive mist, struck mercilessly beneath the new moon, barely a sliver of light fighting for its place but only presenting a film of faux frost for its effort. Beneath the struggle, Kirei moved deftly across the rooftops, his assigned routes had become more dangerous since he'd gained the village's trust, and so he found himself leaping over the decrepit remains of Kiri's unused outskirts, the majority of which remained still in desperate need of reparations.
Serving the Mist at night, Kirei was dressed appropriately, all black, long sleeves and dark gloves, body obscured by his signature poncho, large enough to reach his shins, which also hid the numerous tools he wielded. Lengths of wire strung together Kunai and Shurikens over his body, half his arsenal pre-tied with the cables for immediate use and the rest hanging loosely. To see at all, Kirei would require the Sharingan at all times, peering easily through the obfuscation to spot anything sinister hidden in the shadows of these forgotten buildings. Since beginning these excursions in dangerous zones, Kirei had never experienced a moment as quiet as this, the silence was almost claustrophobic, and if the boy didn't know better, he'd have thought the area had already been cleared out in anticipation of his arrival.
Rising above, the Uchiha ascended through the skeleton of a building, outer walls stripped bare by years of neglect. Stoic, wooden framework guided Kirei to his fourth story purchase where he emerged from the broken walls to overlook his zone. A ninja could easily play games with the rolling fog, continually coiling into white shapes which would reach out then fade. He took a knee, Sharingan slowly observing beneath him for any sign of movement. With nothing disturbing the steady wind, Kirei would let out a long sigh. The more he felt like a real shinobi, the less he felt like a kid.
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