| Since entering the country by way of an unnamed port along the coast, Kyourin had traveled almost exclusively at night. There was something about old habits that was hard to break and even more when the lifestyle you adhere to makes those habits necessary. That was what it was like for a shinobi sometimes, stalking about in the dead of night off the beaten paths in order to remain undetected. Moving in and about a country not your own without leaving a footprint was a key skill in his line of work even if his appearance was seen at times. Such was the life of a contract mercenary, a shinobi who no longer has a village or home. Shifting his weight slightly, Kyourin's body would adjust itself upon a large tree branch that had no problems supporting his weight. After all it was well known that Fire Country sported some of the largest trees, which was one of the reason it's hidden village was as such, hidden within a natural veil of leaves and branches. His eyes busy tracking a slight rustle in the bushes beneath as all sound disappeared from his person's, the hunter entering a primal hunting mode. His body would scurry down the tree trunk, sound unbroken as his steps became like sealed whispers with a single large needle suddenly drawn... The sound of a large mass being pushed against a tree and a muffled groan of pain/discomfort His eyes behind the mask that still sported the Kirigakure symbol along the forehead shown visibly against the moonlight, as his weapon's point was pressed closely against the throat of a man shrouded in black. Their eyes would exchange a glare of both familiarity and hostility before the shrouded individual would casually press a few fingertips against Kyourin's blade moving it away from his throat. Kyourin's himself let out an annoyed exhale before sheathing his weapon and turning his back to walk away from the man. "The target isn't to be terminated until you bring down the workings of his little operation. Our employer doesn't seem to have a spot for a young upstart digging into long held revenue...let alone with how quick it's happening. Your job is simple..intel and elimination. Expect contact every so often until the job is done.....Oh, it's going to be a long one so try not to have a repeat of the last job....would be a shame if your contract was finally stamped..." Those last words fell into his ears as he was walking away and he could hear the lusting for his head that was carried by them. Though it would seem this job wasn't going to be as simple as thought and as he moved deeper into the forest, the man long dispersing into the shadows, Kyourin would press his hand against his mask. "Guess i'll find something to do until I can establish a starting point...wonder if that dumpster Crater City still has that brothel with the akimichi twins..." [Entering Country] [Run Time: 1 hour (60 minutes)] [Topic Entered/Left Unless Stopped within Run Time] [WC: 498] |