A slight chill in the air. A shift, a nearly imperceptible breeze created.
That was the only thing that could be felt, if one was looking for something to grasp onto for evidence. For someone to detect a presence in the room. Such was the subtlety of the man known as Yasha Uchiha Izura.
He had entered the office through the use of his ocular powers, a simple usage of space/time ninjutsu allowing him to travel between dimensions. But there he was- in the office of the hokage. Appearing of his own volition. A shadow from the past. For a while Izura had been living rather quietly on the edge of the Uchiha complex, a reclusive home away from prying eyes. The war had changed things. Secret missions. Going undercover. Data collection. Sabotage. Hallmarks of a typical shinobi’s life, unless one was a front-liner. But now the war was in full swing. There was more to be done than simply being a lone wolf.
Sneaking around the shadows was always needed, but mustering a team to do so would be far more effective. Izura’s sharingan were active- a necessity of the usage of his warping technique. He observed the seat in the room. The seat of the hokage- turned to face out the window to the village beyond.
“I’m back.” He stated, rather simply, as he stepped forward, stopping again. The reclusive shinobi was wearing a lower half-face mask, something he rather promptly pulled down to let hang around his neck. His sharingan faded from view.
“And I’m here to help win the war.”
That was the only thing that could be felt, if one was looking for something to grasp onto for evidence. For someone to detect a presence in the room. Such was the subtlety of the man known as Yasha Uchiha Izura.
He had entered the office through the use of his ocular powers, a simple usage of space/time ninjutsu allowing him to travel between dimensions. But there he was- in the office of the hokage. Appearing of his own volition. A shadow from the past. For a while Izura had been living rather quietly on the edge of the Uchiha complex, a reclusive home away from prying eyes. The war had changed things. Secret missions. Going undercover. Data collection. Sabotage. Hallmarks of a typical shinobi’s life, unless one was a front-liner. But now the war was in full swing. There was more to be done than simply being a lone wolf.
Sneaking around the shadows was always needed, but mustering a team to do so would be far more effective. Izura’s sharingan were active- a necessity of the usage of his warping technique. He observed the seat in the room. The seat of the hokage- turned to face out the window to the village beyond.
“I’m back.” He stated, rather simply, as he stepped forward, stopping again. The reclusive shinobi was wearing a lower half-face mask, something he rather promptly pulled down to let hang around his neck. His sharingan faded from view.
“And I’m here to help win the war.”