1 Clandestine Agitprop. Fri Sep 21, 2018 3:19 pm
Takao
S-rank
䷠ |
KONOHAGAKURE NO SATO. LATE SUMMER, MIDNIGHT. 「Like a gentle breeze through the forest, the raven-haired shinobi effortlessly slunk through the dimly lit streets of the Hidden Leaf without so much as a sound. Irradiated by moonlight, most of the village had retired for the night. Stragglers remained, shuffling about the darkness-clad streets and roads. The restaurants had closed for the night, leaving only the various bars open for such stragglers to visit. Yet the propensities of the Hidden Leaf’s late night throngs were neither his focus nor his interest. Now that he had returned to his home, the birthplace of shinobi, the time for vacation and pleasure were over. Mostly. There was a plethora of work to be done and it had been made apparent to him that those in power would not act in the Hidden Leaf’s best interest. They had chosen to sit and fester upon their pedestals; through both action and inaction they perverted the Hidden Leaf’s most precious ideals and made a mockery of the generational loyalty of shinobi to their village. He had seen the documentation himself. Ranked shinobi allowed to throw away their loyalties and affiliations for no reason better than wanderlust. It sickened him to think that there were those among him in the village so eager to break rank and throw away an ideal as sacred as allegiance. It was such action and inaction that had spurred him into the breezy Fire Country night. The robe-clad figure stole into the Aburame compound without an issue, unseen and unheard. The glowing red eyes hidden beneath his mask acted as his guide, avoiding the few wandering shinobi on patrol and villagers that lingered about on the streets. The door that separated him from his quarry was made quick work of, and he entered without a sound. He navigated the halls as though he had lived there himself, and the adults that slept within in a nearby room were given an aid for their slumber in the form of harmless sleeping gas from a canister. Takao made a mental note about improving his methods to be less invasive and less redolent of indecency but resolved to indoctrinate his young Aburame quarry into the ranks of ROOT regardless. Slinking away to the bedroom of the aforementioned, Takao opened the door, and the cloak of chakra he wore to disguise himself visually disappeared whether N’jobu was sleeping or awake. “Aburame, N’jobu.” He said, his naturally deep voice obscured and distorted beyond recognition by the mask that shrouded his face. His tone was loud enough to awaken him if he slept, or grab his attention if he hadn’t been. Waiting for confirmation that he had been acknowledged, Takao continued. “I have an offer for you.”」 |
TOTAL WC |
460 |