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Kirei · 1 One day. (solo/priv) Sat May 19, 2018 12:14 am

Kirei

B-rank

EP : 52

867

Character sheet
Chakra:

(350/350)

mission:

Sneaking through the shadows, skulking with sinister intent, a strange shape slipped silently between the folds of forest and wind. The boy's eyes scanned across the horizon, taking in the furiously whipping treetops and displaced foliage being thrown to and fro by the gale. The Jonin who assigned him to venture out in the dead of night had warned him of the oncoming storm, the tumultuous weather which battered the Mist's shoreline mirrored the approaching conflict that the nations all embarked toward. Kirei prepared himself by delving deep into the Kiri village preparation, running supplies and checking routes for ships or bandits, as well as doubling down the city's internal efforts to root out criminals before the bulk of the military left for the Wind. In his mind, these goals were only secondary to fulfilling his promise to the country's Daimyo and returning to the Leaf. If Kiri had put their entire military to work in preparation of the relief efforts in Suna, then Konoha was likely to need all the help it could get, especially given many of their young up-and-comers were currently in the Mist, along with at least one high-ranking ANBU member.

Through his efforts, Kirei had earned the attention of several high ranking Mist officials who were already planning to recommend his promotion through the exchange program to the rank of Special Jonin when he returned to the mist. The thought of leaving after his graduation and returning a full two military ranks higher than he suspected any of his friends would be until well after the distant Konoha chunin exams. The knowledge that his strength had soared so much left Kirei feeling proud but also made him wonder how much of this was his innate talent and how much of this growth he owed to the ancestral abilities of his Sharingan. The bloodline secret of the Uchiha clan which became the cause of the boy's family's legacy of hatred and suffering was something Kirei tried his hardest not to think about. How many of his clansmen had died in the pursuit of perfecting these eyes? The blonde shuddered at the thought, shaking his head beneath the Cheshier cat's mask which marked him as ANBU for those not educated on his actual position. Surrendering himself to the strength of the Sharingan had been the boy's go-to method for overcoming the most dire situations he had faced so far, but Kirei wondered whether the eyes would continue to carry him as more responsibility found itself hefted upon his shoulders.

Tracking the spots to mark through the night was no difficult task for the Uchiha, his eyes able to pick out the locations with ease and guide his way even through the horizontal rain and howling wind which surrounded the islands. So far, Kirei had been alone on this excursion, nestling the chakra enhanced signals for the sensory ninja to navigate their way around Kiri's shoreline to find safe passage was a necessary, if extremely tedious errand. On a night like this, with no shelter for miles and unforgiving nature tempering the angry Mist with unrelenting aggression until finally the island itself submitted, trees laying flat against the earth, hugging tightly with their roots as not to become one with the windstorm and be carried away. Four of five marks placed meant that Kirei was on the home stretch, only another hour or so in this miserable weather before he could return home and likely embark on another mission after a brief respite in the administration building. There was no rest to be had for the wicked, they said, and nowhere was more wicked than the Village Hidden in the Mist. The boy made his way swiftly, pelted by the endless, blithering rain as he came to the precipice of a rocky overlook that bent inland at his left-hand side to form an inlet. Kneeling, Kirei fastened the signal to a post, affixing sealing tags to keep it in place through the storm.

When the Uchiha turned, his Sharingan identified the shapes in the storm without delay, marking chakra signatures creeping through the patted down forest toward him. Kirei withdrew from his ebon folds a bevy of projectiles, hurling the shuriken into the darkness and following them with his form. The group of assailants was unprepared, marked as mercenaries by their Hitai-ate, though not as bad as rogues, shinobi who lent their services by night to the highest bidder needed to be dealt with, and Kirei would do so by the Leaf's standard and not the Mist's. As if by instinct, Kirei came under the blow of a fist aimed at his head, gripping the arm and leveraging it over his shoulder to throw the body into that of one of his comrades. Kirei whipped his body around, delivering a kick to the sternum of another mercenary approaching from behind before using the planted leg to launch himself backward, avoiding a barrage of steel tools. Responding with cold quickness, the Uchiha sunk into the shadows, rising behind the furthest shinobi and kicking him in the small of the back before being swallowed again by the roiling darkness surrounding the forest.

Confused at the power of the ANBU they had unknowingly assaulted, the men began a hasty scramble, forming into a tight unit before Kirei emerged from the dark to hook with his right hand at the jaw of his first target. The boy rolled forward into the formation and spun with his forearms, twisting his body to deflect the first strikes and then dropping low. Sweeping with both his legs inward he would catch the legs of an opponent by the ankles and wrench his body toward the dirt while pushing off with his hands to throw his torso up and tuck his knees beneath. The Uchiha had precious little time before the next assault and moved his forearms to block a kick on his right side. Months ago these men would have effortlessly overwhelmed him but with the training, he had undergone and the maturation of his Sharingan, Kirei was making swift work of the group who were on their heels, losing men by the second to the grinning feline beast. Merciless and determined, Kirei was upon them again in a flurry of fists and steel, striking with his knees and elbows while parrying daggers, the light show of sparks soaring out in the darkness like fireworks beckoning for thunder to match the cadence of their dance. With a foot hooked behind the knee of another mercenary, Kirei took him down and swung his elbow down hard, crashing into the back of his neck and knocking him unconscious. The same momentum would carry Kirei forward where he would twist onto his back and rise with a kick for the chin of a man who sought to take advantage of his first attack but underestimated the boy's quickness.

When the final two remained, they shared a look of distress between them and turned to retreat, expecting the ANBU agent to chase them and slaughter them for crimes against the Mist. This terror was punishment enough for Kirei, who saw no sense in executing the unconscious men or chasing down their comrades, who would doubtless tell of the beast that haunted the shoreline and stopped their work. Dealing with criminals on the streets taught the boy that the green ones were cowardly and superstitious enough to spread rumors of nights like these when the storm made it just right for an attack by a shinobi to seem like a supernatural entity. These men would spread this tale and operations would cease on this road into the Hidden Village, Kirei knew this was a far better option than merely killing them. The combat skills which afforded Kirei this preventative option of fear and superstition were honed by the Mist but his predilection for solving the problems without excessive violence was a trait inherited solely from the Hidden Leaf.

Making his way back, the weather only worsened in his wake, mimicking the violence beneath its blackened skies. On the horizon, after drawn-out hours running through the wilderness, Kirigakure rose against the waning moon with spires each risen high like fingers lingering to clutch the moon's light and cup it between them. Built around the central tower, visible from here, the city stood in spite of endless battles, reflected by its teeming, sinister resonance. When finally he passed groups of incoming and outgoing shinobi assisting on their own missions, Kirei felt comforted, and some of the stress lifted from his shoulders, burden replaced by a drive to venture out and capture that overwhelming feeling again. The boy could feel himself close to the pinnacle, ready to tip over into new horizons of power that until now he had only dreamed of ever seeing. Jumping from building to building Kirei made his way to the administration tower, entering through a second story window and igniting a swathe of Katon heat around his body to dry himself as best he could. Still dripping and reeling from the cold, Kirei navigated the corridors until he found the room of his assigned Jonin, who effectively served as taskmaster. Knocking politely, Kirei awaited being given a new mission.

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