He sang a humble tune as he walked into the Sand Dervish bar, using the sound waves to see everything to hunt his target. She had been very elusive she had used many tricks and to hide from him but he never missed a target. Today she had went into an actually busy bustling town and appeared to be inquiring for help, he could hear her voice apparently she had hired a guardian from a Wind Country hidden village he had not expected that. He had trekked his target across Earth, Fire, Grass, Bird, and Sea country. He had earned a reputation amongst the world as an assassin whom never failed. He had never trained in a ninja village. All of his skills were hard won, naturally learned and as far as he was concerned utterly unstoppable. Even other ninja villages occasionally hired him so as to steer any suspicion of why a rival up and coming nin had been killed away from them. This particular princess was Hideo Natsuki and she was actually rather skilled in sword and shield, unfortunately that meant nothing to Oroko Saki he had learned to see using sound when he went blind at the age of six. He was also known as the Swan Song because after you heard his voice you were normally dead or sufficed to say on your way to it. His cousin had warned him that he might get carried away with his chosen profession one day but they had sworn a pact that whomever should kill one or the other would face the wrath of the other. Swan Song and Night Fury seldom worked together as they did not want a conflict of interests as it seemed they each nullified each other’s abilities. Swan Song could never be truly bound by darkness and darkness could always escape the ghostly warriors three of the ballad. Oroko Saki stood at five feet nine inches and weighed in at one hundred and fifty pounds. He wore a well-made suit of lilac colored silk underlaid with blackened steel studded upon black leather. He wore a matching belt and sheath around his waist where he had sheathed a set crystal throwing knives and a crystal song blade. His hands were immaculate and looked as if they had never touched a field or did any true manual labor until one looked closely at his knuckles they were perfectly etched with multiple marks from shattered teeth, jaws, and bones. Hideo Natsuki had spoken with a representative of the Toraono Clan and told them she was being hunted by an assassin that could summon ghosts and put people to sleep with a simple tune. It was then Saki understood why she had been able to avoid him so long the princess was partially deaf. He could finally understand it by the way she turned to her right to listen to people. After hearing a strange series of taps and beeps he felt the woman actually relax, her pulse slowed down and she walked at a normal pace to a reasonably secure hotel made of sand stone concrete. It was obvious to him now that she somehow felt safe from the rustle of paper in her hand. Guess it was time for a little song and dance.
WC: 549
WC: 549