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Kumogakure no Sato needs to further prosper by teaching our newly graduated shinobi several things. Shunshin, Ninjutsu arts, Taijutsu arts, Genjutsu arts and any other ninja world arts that exist today. For if we don’t train our prospering children whom desire nothing more than to serve Kumogakure no Sato, then we as a village are lost. So you as a well trained and gradated shinobi will take time to show our newly recruited techniques. Make sure to explain to them how one prospers under such an art. Teach them various things, for if you fail, we as a village will fall.

Before long -while guiding through crowds- he looked over his missions scroll from the compounds attendant, absorbing the information regarding the task now at hand as he re-read it. He were to teach his fellow Kumogakure shinobi, though they were just academy students his inferiority complex attempted to come into play, yet, its presence remained absent, but why? Easy, he was one of those academy students who satiated and clouded their hearts and mind with vengeance and hate, two near ineluctable influences within the life of a ninja. The chains of pain and hate seemed endless. And though at times its dark charm is suppressed within a great many, never can it be fully extinguished from ones own heart.

Ayumu's light skin beamed with rays of brilliance as the sun forced itself upon his body. Indulged within his own thoughts, he brooded silently upon war, violence and everything he lost to it. He remembered the way it robbed him of a father and older brother. His brother died protecting not only the Raikage himself but Kumogakure and its honor, its pride, he fought for it until the last breath that crawled from his lungs. And just like that memories blossomed and visions sprouted.

His ears had always been cursed, cursed to hear the screams and wails of those who now slept beneath the soils of Kaminari, to see the pained faces of those whose fought valiantly only to become victims of war through mental images as they died in the thousands. He wished not for this to ever happen again, he'd grow stronger, to create a force that opposes all acts of war.

Silently brooding upon his future ruling as a Kumogakure knight - a chuunin, he heard a voice, one that shattered his chain of thoughts. Quickly his body glided upwardly whilst using the palms of his hands to support himself as his eyes looked around for the source of said voice. It was too his far east, two Kumogakure jounin, Ayumu could tell simply from their flak jackets and their appearance in terms of age.

"Huh? Is something wrong?"

They put Ayumu's concern's at ease as one exclaimed that they've come to help wrap up the job itself, giving Ayumu the clearing to head on back to the missions compound. It was a fine gesture from his superiors, one of the reasons why Ayu cherished his home in such a high manner, it was undoubtedly the most cultivated and civil of them all. He'd acknowledge their words with a simple nod of his head before uplifting himself to a perfect stand, properly facing and greeting the two Jounin as he took off into sluggish jog.

"Hehe today must be my lucky day!"

Relieved of his work -which had already been relatively complete- he headed for Kumogakuer's mission compound, ready to proudly face the attendant and turn in his work of perfection. Repeating his session of vaults and sifting through rooftops, he was well on his way to the compound office, both brimming with vigor and physical exhausted, his body was more than confused. But in his mind he knew what he had accomplished.

Jumping from roof to roof, it was always Ayumu's favorite way to travel and move swiftly about kumogakure with little to no interruptions and distractions. The city's buildings all relatively were around equal size, so that blessing did nothing more than benefit the uchiha's unending need for inner city parkour. He vaulted over edges, flipped frontally over clothing lines, and cleared seemingly impossible gaps with the most minimal about of physical exertion needed.

"Alright! Almost there!"

With a few recycled vaults and aerial flips, Ayumu landed upon the mounds of flat land as he absorbed the force with a masterful roll. His client, well, there really hadn't been a client to begin with, instead, it was just a rural area full of rubble. It was a passageway for shipments of all kinds, and the sweeps of war only left destruction in its wake. Nevertheless it was up to Ayumu to get the job done in a professional manner, and that's what exactly he did. Releasing a rather discouraging sigh, slowly he began to pickup different pieces of rubble, from broken vehicles, shattered metals from weapons, and upheavals of earth.

"This isn't all that bad, at least all this rubble isn't as heavy as reconstructing village buildings. Haha guess I can't complain there!"

Ayumu turned his attention away from the heavens and back down onto the earth. His faded blue eyes stared contentedly into the palm of his hand as he been some psychic performing a palm reading. But in reality, it was as if he his power itself whirled around the palm of his hand, and from what he'd see, it unfortunately induced disappointment. He tightly closed his fist whilst biting his lip and heavily shutting his eyes, holding back tears comprised of anger and hate for himself. He wished to grow stronger and obtain power, but not for the same reasons as others, nay, he wished to gain power to protect, to shield Kumogakure from harm, from things like Hachibi and anything else that may jeopardize the peace of his beloved home.

"I swear I'll become the strongest Uchiha there is. I'll overcome this 'curse' no matter what!"

But little did he know, the curse merely meant he was a walking target, a walking desire. Power and authority was a stain in society, and majority of the shinobi populace are unable to get enough if / when the obtain it. So they go attempt to achieve the one that that would turn a underdog into a feared killer- the Uchiha's sharingan. Its proclaimed limitless power is coveted by many, but wielded by few, thus making him natural enemies to people he doesn't even know. Truth be told he knew this to some degree already, but, he batted not even an eye, for he'd merely have to eliminate them because losing his eyes had not been an option at all.

The unpalatable collision of bone and flesh billowed into throughout the rural opening of land these two men fought within. With damaging recoil the man's body was aimlessly sent flying in the same direction that the swift kick; setting unto the mans temple with the obstreperous blow of the Uchiha's shin / foot unto the side of his cranium. The reverberation in his cephalic dome was unbearable as the sharp pain shot into his brain and would spasm in his muscles, momentarily turning them weak and inactive whilst a bright veil sprayed unto his eye sight like as a flickering light.

The moment his attack landed had Ayumu ascertained that the man would be devoid of balance for the next several moments. Antecedent to his abandoned kunai falling for even a of a second, Ayumu had already landed as he watched the kunai itself seemingly descend in what he saw as a moment of near halted time. It fell as though it adopted weight properties that seemed far inferior to a birds feathers and more so equivalent to a snail. It were not as though time itself slackened or decelerated, but rather, his level of perception now outperformed that of an average shinobi's two fold.

A quick sidewards glance fell upon the man as he haplessly revolved along the earthen floor, yet, in that decisive moment he curved once more, sifting through the cracks of the mans perception(shunpo). With a well placed high speed maneuver, Ayumu positioned himself behind the man as he rested upon a single knee. Catching him during his hand seal, the back of his dome would have been greeted by a spinning back kick that would send his head plummeting into the grass.

If he truly dodged or didn't it mattered none, for ayumu sprung-rolled backwardly to his feet about 2 meters whilst unraveling the small fangs from his back.

Whatever the man decided to release from the confines of his mouth -even if Ayumu knew nothing of its existence- would have lacked a definite target as Ayumu had already sprung to his feet with crimson, pitiless eyes piercing through the man afront like crystalline purity. His blood boiled with rage as this rush of ethereal energy coursed through each limb and appendage upon his body, giving him a sense rejuvenation despite still having suffered enough wounds to deprive a normal human of life. But Ayumu was no ordinary human, he was a trained killer and a practitioner of Tenjou no shuuren with an insuperable Taijutsu artistry.

The opponent was afront his being at some distance, the measurement possibly at most: 6 feet (3m), as Ayu ripped across the terra firma under his quick dash, using only his toes to further spring him forward and cause him greater speed while less weight met the floor in each step. The tensing on his calves was due to his running style and allowed him a small leap every few steps as he zig-zagged his way to the opponent; but by the time he entered striking range he was no where to be found. With ungodly footwork he appeared to have faded from the material realm itself, contrary to what appeared as reality was only a simple high speed movement, one that was nigh impossible to trace with the naked eye.

Upheavals of bladed grass sprayed into the air as Ayumu appeared behind his assailant with a roundhouse kick powered by iron weights and years of muscle conditioning aimed for his head. His kick set forth in a flash and retracted just as quickly. Yet, half way down his shin and foot snapped and curved horizontally aiming to weld his foot with the mans arm and mid section, hoping to break whatever connects.

Finally making his way over towards the 'construction' site, Ayumu swiftly dropped down to the earthen floor, landing upon one kneed with his palm slamming into the ground like a stereotypical action movie ninja. Quickly he came to a perfect stand as he looked around for whomever might have been in charge of the operation. It took only a few seconds to identify his client and to actually be approached by him. Simply by Ayumu's presence and his shimmering head band had he known that the cavalry finally arrived. His visage seemed stressed and distraught, as if something have been incessantly eating away at his conscious.

Ayumu, being concerned about others as he always was, inquired about his obvious distress, but the man claimed otherwise, exclaiming that he was fine and instead verbally listing the things he needed Ayumu to get done. It wasn't a lot truth be told, however, it was more so the solid masses of objects that seemed to vex Ayumu, but he couldn't disappoint his client so he had no other choice but to persevere.

Right, I'll get to work right now. If I can work without any distraction this should not take long at all. Half a day at least.

Ready to work, Ayumu fingers curled about the collar of his jacket, relinquishing it from his body along with his fishnet shirt that laid beneath it. With a chiseled thorax revealed, it stood out as a beast among men, shaming even the average men who were deemed 'physical fit' among their colleagues. He cracked a cunning smile as a quick glance contrived itself over his shoulder.

"You guys just sit back, rest, and watch. I can handle the rest of this rubble, trust me."