The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
I couldn't help laughing at the boy's emotionless observation, how strange these Sand shinobi were! Still, he stood corrected as Daichi rounded the corner, looking a little worse for wear and utterly unconcerned. Ignoring the captive at my feet, I raised an eyebrow at his words. I considered reprimanding him, but I thought better of it. He did not seem the type open to advice, and sooner or later his attitude would get him in trouble regardless. I couldn't quite imagine him acting like this before the Kazekage - though I would enjoy seeing it.
"Not to worry darling, thanks to all your hard work, we have succeeded," I smiled sweetly at the shirtless boy, before turning to Matsumoto, "Your timing was wonderful. But I suppose we shouldn't loiter here, they're bound to search the area when they realise he's missing," I nudged Hanzou with my foot. I had already decided it was not my place to kill him, as I was not of the Sand, and his deeds or political significance held no sway with me. Besides, I did so hate the messy work.
"Take care of him, will you? I'm in need of a long soak and some scented candles," I stretched, walking leisurely away from the captive and the two genin. "I doubt I'll see you again, but I'm sure you'll become a fabulous shinobi, Matsumoto. Look after your friend, he's heading for an early grave," I waved an airy hand without turning back.
"Au revoir, dears,"
and then he's drunk, and never even told her that he cares, so they took the registration, and the car keys and her shoes, and left her with an invitation to the blues
Post by matsumoto-kun on Aug 19, 2015 11:39:40 GMT -8
Watch as Daichi made his way around the corner, Ushinawa would nod at his arrival. Perhaps his boy had some sort of battle etiquette, but only in the most linear ways. It was funny, for being such a normal boy, he seemed to be rather resilient. As the commander would depart, her final words seemed to linger in the air as the smallest of the lot would look at his partner. Perhaps he would lead himself to an early grave, but could that really be helped?
Turning back to the man who seemed to be still somehow resisting the restraints that had been placed upon him. With the scenery closing in on him, the smoke, noise, and no doubt attention of the ANBU imposing, he would make quick work of the remaining mission. With a quick parting at the back of his cape, the boy's tanto would reveal itself for a short portion before stepping over the gangster- looking down at him between his legs. Two deathly calm eyes made some sort of connection with the gangster before the shinobi dropped to one knee, moving the tip of the knife to where the man's heart could be found a few inches below.
"She's right, you know," He said before giving a quick thrust of the blade, maintaining the eye contact between himself and Hanzou as he began speaking to Daichi. "One day the time will come where you will die- and there will be no one to mourn you, just like him. You should consider taking your life more seriously, or no one will."
Pulling the knife from the now warm cadaver, he would begin to strip the body of whatever sort of bindings it had while still alive. Tossing them into a nearby trash can, he could only assume that whatever police force would investigate the murder would eventually come to the conclusion that there was no loss to society. He was just another criminal, after all. Turning to Daichi, Ushinawa would give him one last look before disappearing in a flash- the various papers and trash unsettling for a moment under the force of his escape.
" Isn't that the point of being a shinobi? A faceless long arm of the village who will die and be honored with a fucking piece of stone. You can keep that shit. When I die it'll be in battle where I'll never be forgotten. " Daichi let his emotions get the best of him. He wasn't sure why he was so angry at that moment. He just was. And it kinda made him a little sad on the inside. He knew he was going to die soon. It was an inescapable thing and the worst part about it was the kills he committed.
He wasn't cut out for the murder part. It tore at his psyche causing all sorts of problems like his death wish. He wanted to die and he would sadly with no one loving him.