One could say that the life of a Shinobi was a worthless one. The life in which you lived to die, and you died from the inside day after day. People killed things within you, and desensitized you until you became a military robot that would work the mechanicals of life and protection for the people who by no means are controlled. You served those whom you did no know, even though even they could have stabbed your brother in the back. It was a dangerous and regretful life, full of suffering, torture, and mental instability. Fighting for what you believed in--or rather, what they believed in.
Ijimeru Kitanai, a tall, slender, and fair skinned beauty was an assassin. That of many in the village who walked the villages like ghosts, stinging the throats of the unworthy and sick. The raven-haired woman, however, was in no hurry to move on the kill today. It was one of those days that required a bit of relaxation she wasn't used to.
So today, clothed in her usual skin-tight black leather suit, the scantily-clad once-was prostitute made her way through the city towards the large fountain in the middle of the city. It was one of the only water sources in the village--and it was less of a fountain, and more of a toy. People came from all over to admire it's glistening gold beauty where a statue of Mother Suna stood ontop of it, shimmering in the artifical sunlight from above.
Kitanai, herself, did not worship the goddess. Her adopted family was from Kumogakure, leaving her on a different religious path. But yet, she did find beauty in the woman standing there, clothed in nothing but dripping and rippling cloth that barely covered certain areas as it fell from her shoulder. She stood with pride, but at the same time, had a gentle and protecting look to her. She was much less menacing than Raiden was, and Kita honestly wasn't sure which she preferred.
And yet, there she stood, standing and staring at the fountain as it shot watter upwards that bubbled over itself and fell down from three layers into the next. It was beautiful, especially in such a dusty and dying village as Suna. It was one of the few real nature pieces it had--and it was hardly nature in comparsion to other villages. It was captivating, enough for her dainty hand to reach out, piercing through on of the flows of water that came from the middle layer to the bottom.
"Hey! Don't touch the fountain!"
Kitanai's eyes raised to face a man, garbed in some sort of guard gear, his eyes staring her down for a moment as she watched him carefully. "Why not?" She asked simply, testing his nerves a little. "Because it's sacred, get away from it!"
"I was just going to clean it." Kitanai would raise a hand , a small tablet, about the size of the tip of her finger, was held between her index finger and thumb. It was white, and was clearly a soap tablet of some sort, a small smirk coming to her face as she watched the guard's eyes widen a bit as she flicked into the top layer of the fountain. The water that shot from the top mixing up the tablet enough to let large foams of soap and bubbles overflow from it and pour over the edges to the middle and bottom layer. The soap getting so excited it began to spill over the edges and into the streets.
"That's an offense! Come here!" He shouted booking towards her as she let loose an excited smile and turned, taking a great leap to the top of a build, running across it and disappearing from the Main Street. A civilian guard could by no means catch her! But rather, a shinobi could.
Ijimeru Kitanai, a tall, slender, and fair skinned beauty was an assassin. That of many in the village who walked the villages like ghosts, stinging the throats of the unworthy and sick. The raven-haired woman, however, was in no hurry to move on the kill today. It was one of those days that required a bit of relaxation she wasn't used to.
So today, clothed in her usual skin-tight black leather suit, the scantily-clad once-was prostitute made her way through the city towards the large fountain in the middle of the city. It was one of the only water sources in the village--and it was less of a fountain, and more of a toy. People came from all over to admire it's glistening gold beauty where a statue of Mother Suna stood ontop of it, shimmering in the artifical sunlight from above.
Kitanai, herself, did not worship the goddess. Her adopted family was from Kumogakure, leaving her on a different religious path. But yet, she did find beauty in the woman standing there, clothed in nothing but dripping and rippling cloth that barely covered certain areas as it fell from her shoulder. She stood with pride, but at the same time, had a gentle and protecting look to her. She was much less menacing than Raiden was, and Kita honestly wasn't sure which she preferred.
And yet, there she stood, standing and staring at the fountain as it shot watter upwards that bubbled over itself and fell down from three layers into the next. It was beautiful, especially in such a dusty and dying village as Suna. It was one of the few real nature pieces it had--and it was hardly nature in comparsion to other villages. It was captivating, enough for her dainty hand to reach out, piercing through on of the flows of water that came from the middle layer to the bottom.
"Hey! Don't touch the fountain!"
Kitanai's eyes raised to face a man, garbed in some sort of guard gear, his eyes staring her down for a moment as she watched him carefully. "Why not?" She asked simply, testing his nerves a little. "Because it's sacred, get away from it!"
"I was just going to clean it." Kitanai would raise a hand , a small tablet, about the size of the tip of her finger, was held between her index finger and thumb. It was white, and was clearly a soap tablet of some sort, a small smirk coming to her face as she watched the guard's eyes widen a bit as she flicked into the top layer of the fountain. The water that shot from the top mixing up the tablet enough to let large foams of soap and bubbles overflow from it and pour over the edges to the middle and bottom layer. The soap getting so excited it began to spill over the edges and into the streets.
"That's an offense! Come here!" He shouted booking towards her as she let loose an excited smile and turned, taking a great leap to the top of a build, running across it and disappearing from the Main Street. A civilian guard could by no means catch her! But rather, a shinobi could.