Bleeding out it seemed his life was going to be cut short a simple mission it was infiltrate and take over but all seemed to easy for him. Maybe that’s the reason he ended up beaten and bloody he left the village he ran from long ago but now he finds himself back in it. His blood leaking onto the carpet as it seemed no one found of his presence just yet he knew opening up the door would open himself up to nothing but hate from his fellow shinobi. The carpet underneath his feet were now moist with his blood as somewhere in his heart he felt as if he failed to do his one job. Something to allow the village to see him for who he really was life as a shinobi was indeed hard and would only to continue as long as he could breath. Placing his hand on the doorknob trying to squeeze on the handle caused the cuts from his wounds to begin to pour out leaking more onto the ground. Dripping off his skin he only began to think to himself if this was really how he would return back to the village broken and beaten down with a twist of his wrist he swung the door open. As the backs of the shinobi in the office turned and faced them with only faces of disgust, surprise, and anger.

“Burittsu?! Traitor! What are you doing here?!”

One of the shinobi shrieked in horror at the sight of the man but that was not the reason he returned for quickly passing the idiot leaving a trail of blood behind him he quickly fell to his knees in front of the desk of the Mizukage herself. He was full of contempt and anger but the only thing that could come out of his mouth was a bit of blood at drooled out from underneath his gums he indeed had met his match. Well for the time being till he was able to get back on his feet and get back out into the battle. His eyes were bloodshot red from the amount of hits he ended up taking his body shook a little bit due to the amount of blood he lost. But that did not stop him or keep him down he did train with Lord Sero afterall. And his training did put him through the toughest of mindsets even if he did leave early and not stay to finish the training he could only hope Sero would take him back.

“Lady Mizukage! We have a problem!”

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'Blood...‘

Storms were the perfect cover in the land of kirigakure no sato. The heavy rain of the monsoon season was something that could drown out the joyous laughing and cheering of a festival, easily the sound of a door being opened, guards being cut down and even the crying of children on the street. However, it was a beautiful paradox that the blood-curdling cry of a victim always found a way to rise above it, as if the pitch of such a final moment echoed on a different wavelength than the rain and wind. It was immune, never stifled and heard for blocks down the road to reach the ears of whoever lay awake to hear it, and stirring those violently who had hoped to sleep in peace.

Yatagarasu had dragged her legless prey out into the open, the rain washing away the blood in shoals as the pallid woman would hope to struggle against the adamantine grip of her avian masked aggressor. Kirigakure's Hunter ninja were getting better at attempting to track her down quickly, there had been three which Yatagarasu had to knock out before she was able to even reach her prey this time... each of them thankfully unharmed. For now.

Her victim was a whore, a mistress, a woman who delighted in the trade of meat of questionable legality. One instance, in particular, that had come to the ears of the woman after she had felled the leaders of a human trafficking ring. This was one of the women who had kept them in business... it was time for her to pay her dues... That morning, there would be another display, one which fully exposed the 'particular nature' of the women's profession. Attempting to evade as many major veins or arteries as possible, with fine enough impliments that would stem the bleeding from the foreign objects which impaled her.

There was once a forest of stakes where ten thousand men were hung at the tips of spears. Ayakashi had attempted to replicate such an effect, but with the body of a single woman. Keeping her in the waking world for as long as humanly possible.

'Its amazing how some prizes fall in your lap.‘

Killings were nothing new in the land of kirigakure, Ayakashi had woken to have to deal with the social politics of yet another murder, revealing the information on the woman that had been slain by their resident crow. The revelation of the woman's dealings with slavery was something that had only recently come to light even to the Kirigakure administration. Yatagarasu was ramping up her killings, albiet, the information that was found revealing the ties that bound her incidents seemed to have a causal relationship. There was likely a chance that Kiri would have never found the madam had Yatagarasu not attacked the slavers which ferried her products... The thought was troubling, that much was certain.

However as there was a commotion downstairs, Ayakashi would move out of her chair and leap down the center of the stairwell which finished at the ground floor. Landing, in such a manner that she would see a man, broken and beaten with her hunter ninja facing him, weapons drawn and ready to strike. The appearance of the Mizukage alone would halt their blades as her face would immediately recognize the ninja who had been gone without report for what felt like years. Ayakashi's face would waver with conviction for a flicker of a moment as she would raise from one knee to her feet, slowly, methodically. Burritsu would speak for a moment, causing wonderment to cross across her alabaster visage, a question as she would kneel down before him, to be face to face with the man

"Hold your blades! "

Ayakashi would bark with an order at her men before turning back to the point of her concern, her brow furrowed in seriousness as she would hope to ascertain the meaning of the mans' warning. Burritsu was a powerful ninja, of that there was no doubt. He had escaped capture for this long from the nation's own hunters... no small feat. But for him to risk walking back into the maw of the wolf, in a hope to look for aid and speaking with such respect to ayakashi, something really bad had either happened. Or the report of his exile was grossly reported.

"Tell me... everything."

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