Looking up to the stars in the night sky, Uri paused with whatever his was doing. His mind quickly fell into a strange trance-like state as memories flooded his mind. And all he could think about was the lightning flashing through the heavens with a roaring thunder cracking through his head. He flinched at the memory and looked back down to realized he almost dropped a kunai he was holding. He cleared his throat with an uncomfortable cough, remembering how he has recently been afflicted with a sore throat, much to his discomfort. Still, it would seem rather odd to anyone who may spot him – a red demon mask securely obscuring any form of identity marker for him, save for the red mask with white horns. Coupled with the red hood of his red coat. He was pretty much sticking out in the drab and dark night like a contrasting color that was meant to be at the attention of everyone’s eyes. Ah, but he quickly took off the mask and let down his hood as he whirled the kunai on his finger, letting a bit of the blood spray into the air, moonlight reflecting on. And then, he dropped from high up.Back on the ground, Uri looked like any other normal citizen – wearing a coat and walking around the streets as if it was the most normal thing. Nothing seemed to have happened. No murder. No orders needing to be followed. Well, certainly, the others had already done their part of the job to clean up the mess of the would-be traitor. The intel on the man’s location had arrived quick and the mission started not long after verification. As part of his credo, he would ensure no ill-intent were to try and harm the harmony of the village and his raikage. Oh but this part of Susukino District did have that unwanted description of being a place full of alleyways that danced between life and death. Not just street urchins or drunks, but it was supposed to be a safe haven for would-be traitors and others with anarchistic intent. Still, some did live in this area because of not having any choice, and it was only part of their work to make sure that the few who were innocent would not be dragged along in the madness of the rest.
Walking further down the streets with subdued lighting, noting he may have gotten into the red light district of this part of town, or a long stretch of izakayas and teahouses fronting a more less than legal activity behind doors, Uri wondered if that was the end of it. No other instructions came and no word from his mentor about further pursuit of any potential ally of the target. Still, he couldn’t help but find himself lingering in the area a bit more. Perhaps it was because it was an entire day of rest come dawn, or perhaps it was because he just wanted to keep himself busy to avoid remembering that night.
He pauses as he overhears a rambunctious crowd in one of the izakayas. He watched through the curtained windows to see silhouettes of a jovial crowd before he proceeding to walk again. Maybe he ought to call it a night, after all, and walk away from this sordid avenue.
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