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Like Moths to a Flame

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"From here on out theres no turning back. If you so much as falter, I will kill you myself."

He chuckled, not out of doubt, but in the truth of his words. His gaze falling on Sora's physique, even in posture did he appear to be a leader, an alas he felt the drive to fight. It had been awhile since he had enjoyed himself, losing all care in the thrill of the battle. His arms crossed upon his chest, a smirk on his face. "Lets do this," he remarked. A thin porcelain mask slid over his face, it was a persona which he upheld on the battlefield—one that struck fear into enemies as word spread.

Taking the first steps, Genma bound swiftly across the roof tops, eyes scanning for the villagers. They had begun to split up, covering more ground in less numbers to search for the to foreigners. A flaw in their strategy that would make it much easier. Falling low to the roof, he slid off, landing gracefully behind a group of three. Taking the hilts of his blades in each hand, he charged forth dropping men like flies. Two calculated slices aimed for major arteries along the neck. A final blow piercing through thick back muscle and damaging vital organs of the final. All fell, bleeding out quickly on the ground.

Eyes darted, looking for sign of his acquaintance and the progress he had made. He couldn't wait to bear witness to the prowess of this so called Sora...

Like Moths to a Flame

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"I'm under the orders to kill them all."

The words pierced his chest, weighing down heavily as he considered their worth. It seemed that the precognition of the shinobi was deemed true, criminals, a safe haven for them in the rural country side. It was a difficult task, to morally complete, but as it drifted in his mind it began to make more and more sense. The shady figures, the intense blood thirst, and the foul stench of death that lingered over the occupants. Was this mission the right of a human, to take the lives of others? These people had done so, without regret or care—it was only fair that they should meet the same fate.

Genma's calm demeanor grew hostile, he leaned close to the man. "Do they deserve to die?" the words shot back at the shinobi. He paused, waiting for an answer, "If so...Then I shall abet." he cooed softly, keeping his voice between the two of them. A suspicious eye glanced to the opening in the alley, someone had noticed their submergence into the shadows and people were beginning to gather. It seemed Genma had gotten his answer, from the villagers themselves.

Like Moths to a Flame

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Unlikely it was me.

"Maybe so, but that's not what grabbed their attention..." he retorted, a smirk crossing his face as he glared suspiciously at this stranger. Genma advanced, matching pace with the man as they pushed on down a graveled road in the center of the village. Indeed, with the two of them together, villagers cast glances of malice and spite. It was more than likely that they bore resentment towards shinobi's and warriors alike—criminals would be the first guess.

Arms crossed his chest as they moved, his head tilting to the side. "What might have brought you here, my friend..." he coo'd through thin lips which curled tightly upon his face. His words were intended to reveal some background on the man, showing implications of friendliness. Knowing all to well that intensifying the situation would meet a bad end, this man was powerful. It was easy to tell that he could influence others, a confident demeanor is the hint of a leader.

Like Moths to a Flame

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Who might this be?

Hunched over the edge of an old cathedral, his digits clung into the brick construct. Like an eagle atop it's perch, dark orbs scoured the lands, searching for a topic of interest in this rotten village. A lone man pushed forth through the tattered gates that surrounded this rural civilization, though something stood out about him. Whether it was the fact that his garments lay untouched by decay or the air about him, he knew not, but he felt drawn to this entity. He wanted to approach him.

The shinobi let go, his body falling loose, from a distance he might have appeared to have accidentally fallen from his perch. Though as he rapidly descended, he found footing upon the surface of the building, pushing hard and casting himself over the shinobi. He moved through the air with silence, gracefully landing beside him with a suppressed chakra. It was possible that vision would entail his approach, though in all likelihood, his landing would draw the most attention.

Standing tall, his gaze would fix upon the man, looking hard to discern the peak of his interest. "If I were to take my guess, you aren't from around here...." he mused firmly.

Like Moths to a Flame

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It was early morning, a yellow hue crept into the horizon tinting the veil of mist that loomed over Hi no Kuni. He was in the meadows, a lithe figure, radiating with a strong persona as he stood proudly casting a thoughtful gaze onto the ocean from which he arrived. The water rocked like a cradle to which life was risen, though while it appeared simple to the eye the complexity would baffle one who only tasted the science of it all. The shinobi, as he was, had come here for a purpose—though his unfamiliar face, and irregular excitement was suspicious.

The morning dew was fresh upon the glade, wet grass slipping beneath his boots as he moved forth. Dark orbs shifted, looking to his side as he felt the presence of another. The feint sound of their movements through the meadow gave clue to their profession, though it was apparent they were yet to master it. Genma stopped dead in his tracks, digits slipping beneath his coat as he pivoted turning to his backside in a cautious stance. "Its rude to sneak up on someone," he remarked, eyes narrowing in on his guest.

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