Senpai?

The day was gloomy, not even a beat of sunlight was able to shine through the dense fog of darkness that clouded the sky. These types of days felt one with nature. His navy blue hair appeared darker then it was without sunlight; he felt as if he was a different person of sorts but all he needed to focus on was the training. His mind raced every second he wasn’t out doing something to keep him occupied. He thought about the woman he met; she was indeed an excellent host giving him living quarters and tending to his needs with such grace but he needed a firm welcoming. Rising up on to his feet from the porch of his new home the decor inside was something he would have to change. It wasn't his to begin with but things escalated at such fast paces from the comments to the homeowner basically saving his own life by becoming homeless. All of this was different from what he expected such kindness and warmth was brought to him; his mind only kept on racing about the thoughts of who he could meet next and how their kindness would benefit him. As he stood around at the height of six foot flat his brown skin complexion seemed to gain another shade darker due to there being no sunlight he wasn't allowed to enjoy the warmth of the heat. Sporting a white and blue kimono as he had two different base colors upon his clothing with his top being white as the bottoms were blue he was only making a statement to himself for something to come true he wore the traditional footwear wooden sandals.

Looking towards the porch once more he now gazed upon his weapon that was inherited from his father and maybe one day passed down from him to someone he would at least consider a son. Gazing at the hilt on the blade it matched with the young shinobi’s outfit white and blue were the two colors wrapped around the handle. Sometimes it still surprises him that he matches his gear together but it only made him remember his family even more and allowed him to focus in and remain locked in on his goal at hand. This blade was hidden inside the blue scabbard he had a mission that was ever lasting deep inside the Kuri district it was time for him to find something to work on. Maybe something to help him on the way that he could afford to do or maybe the gods would bless him with someone upon his journey. All this raced through his mind as he looked at the weapon he leaned in as he reached for it grabbing it by the scabbard he secured it back on his right hip side. Giving it one good pat down to make sure everything was in place he began to walk out leaving the large building behind the color itself disgusted him so much he refused to even pay it anymore attention.

Cracking the back of his neck he only began to walk faster as he was somewhat excited to know that any minute something would come up for him to do or something would find him. That was the way life seemed to work for everyone always pulling and pushing never explaining just trying to find the correct answer. So he thought all he could do was think at the moment until something would catch his attention. His face was never seen before so he doubted that was hard to do anyway someone was bound to ask and bother him. Hopefully it would be the right customer. As he walked down the path leading away from the home the sight and sound of people would fill the air as he began to see one person at a time and soon a crowd of bustling people. The district indeed was different, everyone was a part of the same clan and it seemed as if it all was a big family but without a doubt he would have to stay away such pleas would throw him off course. He was indeed tall and being new to the area didn’t help him stay concealed to the public with all the eyes gazing upon him he indeed felt the pressure of the clan it almost weighed as much as the leaders. Gazing only at some of the people he fixed his gaze upon the tile floor and continued to walk the path casually walking as the bodies made a conscious effort to avoid any contact with the man. With this noted he only continued to walk down the district minding his own business as the people continued to watch and study him from near and far.

“...”

The market section of the Hozuki clan compound was bustling as usual. Most of their business was exported to the main village. Expert fishers and crafters alike walked the streets. Bartering for needed tools like repaired nets for some fish or coin. Wagons being loaded with an assortment of salted foods and wines. It wasn't uncommon for members not of the clan to wander their streets but still...it was enough to draw attention and some looks. Some boys tossing a ball of water back and forth would stop as it absorbed into one of their hands to glance at him before running off. He looked like a shinobi and well...shinobi in kiri typically meant something was going down. An escaped criminal or some new beef with their clan leader. They respected their clan leaders sheer power though and if something did happen...he would handle it. Often in some violent manner. Still no one seemed overly concerned at the moment about a visitor. They had a few new faces wandering about with the new nightmare brigade headquarters hosted within their clan compound. Perhaps this was just another known recruit. Either way so long as he didn't actually start any trouble they would pay him about as much attention as any other outsider.

However the comfortable air would seem to suddenly change. The already dreary day would seem to grow darker. As if the clouds were thickening above. The air seemed to grow warmer. At the same time the smell in the air like rain was about to happen would become apparent. As of on que the children would suddenly be hushed and ushered out of sight. They need not have nightmares that night. None of them resisted for not a one of them wished to be close to him. People would shift to one side of the street or the other. Gathering in lines before collectively bowing. As they did from the end of the street an elite guard all in white with bone masks and spears would march in formation while in their center two men stood. One cowering in all black with a tall square hat as he scribbled down notes. He was thin and looked like he wished to be anywhere else...however he carried himself like an educated man. He was clearly the clan accountant though he seemed to wish he had never received that education. Given who he was standing next to it made sense.

Next to him was a tall figure with blue hair and cold blue eyes. His face didn't seem to hold any expression and no light shined in those eyes. As if he were void of a soul. Mist seemed to flood the road just ahead of his feet as he walked. His white robes over black under clothes with bare feet touching the ground as he walked. No weapon or armor marked his body but it was clear he was someone important. There was a reverent silence as he passed with eyes averted to the ground. He seemed to pay the people no mind though as he walked. His movements were almost like a wraiths as he floated along. The sky crackling as it threatened to open up and release its rain. As he passed the outsider burittsu within ten meters the young man would feel why the children were sent away. There was something less than human about this man. As if the human form was a lie. As if behind those blank eyes a ravenous monster waited with its maw open. Ready to consume him on the spot. Yet Sero did not so much as glance at him. Instead the boy would be able to hear what he was saying. No emotion behind his words.

"Adjust some of the clan funds to fix the potholes in the roads and the cracks in the walls. We are the most prominent of the clans in Kiri. It was founded by us. We must keep up appearances. It is only appropriate. Take the guard and return to make it happen. I do not need them."

The man would finish writing before bowing low and as he turned to scurry away the guard went with him without a word. Sero would turn to watch them leave before glancing along the street. He could sense it in the air. Their fear of him...he did not enjoy spreading fear to the innocent. There was no need for it. So he would turn and begin to walk. Leaving the market behind him and heading for the docks. Looking to enjoy the coming rain without haunting those around him. The mist clinging to him as a lover would. As he moved the feeling of the monster within him fading with him. People seeming to gasp for air as he faded away. As if finally able to relax.

Burittsu felt a new oncomer approaching with such force and power that the will of the people was the exact same as that of the leader. as he wondered who it could be that could command such a presence. He stood behind the columns that were the people leaving a way for such individuals to walk on with no interruption his eyes studied each and everyone and it seemed for a second it was a small battalion or a legion of some sort whatever it was the presence that admit from one of the members caught his attention. Everyone around him seemed to be under the pressure who could blame them; they were only civilians; such raw power would scare anyone but after facing the presence of the leader herself it seemed that one of these shinobi held great expectations for her too. This was also his mission to observe and learn as much as he can even if it meant putting himself in the maws of such a monster as long as he grew stronger his will would not burn out. Within moments of observing he heard an assertive tone one with commands that followed with a set of rules it was quick and brief what caught his attention was how his hair was nearly the same shade of blue as his. Was this a trait of the clan or was this just fate playing its hand to throw him off with no doubt the man that stood in front of him held great respect among people to be walking around the streets. From the inside he wanted to step out and attempt some type of communication the way he does best he watched and studied the individual closely.

Within moments just that happens it seemed his time had come the man was alone but the public was still in shock as he began to walk away it seemed the pressure was starting to light up. It just happened in mere moments his body began to follow the individual as he cut through the crowds of scared civilians. The pressure that this man gave out must have been worth it to make an appearance here. Was this really going to happen or was this fate playing another hand blessing him with opportunities others would fear such scary power houses reside in the village. Such thoughts almost gave him a chill down his spine when it came to thinking of how powerful he might become under such knowledge this man was tall from a distance he couldn’t make out if he was taller or the latter. But he continued his pursuit and in time he found himself leaving the market as the area began to grow large in space and a lot more breathing room. The smell of the air changed as did the area. One he had never seen before their docks if this man was as skilled as his presence gave him credit for he would have already known his being followed by Burittsu.


He gave a good distance to be sure but he continued to watch the male closely and quietly keeping his eyes on his target. Watching for a couple more minutes he finally scratched the back of his neck as he watched the shinobi simply enjoy his peace and quiet being alone seemed what he wanted but the mission was the priority. Starting to walk towards the man his grin grew ever so the pressure grew with each step as he could tell this one didn’t have a problem unleashing his beast if he wanted too. So many ideas ran through his mind and possibilities but he continued the pressure could be a test for those who want to answer the cry to whatever he's doing with that little army of shinobi he presented earlier. Pacing through his head anything was possible but the one thing he knew was that anything could happen so it was best to keep his head cool and wait to see what would happen. Coming to a stop he stood about six meters away from the being a large grin sat on his face, his eyes locked into those of the male that he approached. Bowing his head in respect as he rose it once more the grin remaining on his face his eyes eagerly locking on to the individuals. This was a chance for him to excel so he took his chance and leaped.

“....”

Remaining silent he said no words to the male as the breeze pushed between the two individuals. Burittsu's hair danced slightly in the air as the smell of the freshing air took over his senses. What to come next would depend on both parties but he was willing to see how far he could get with this tactic alone.

Sero would fold his hands in front of his person as he looked out over the lapping waves against the shore around the docks. He could hear and smell it clearly. Some only saw the profit that came from nature but he knew differently. They fed the masses through these docks. Hundreds of fish to keep the hungry and the tired comfortable. Sure the clan profited off of it but they had built this nation. What once had been a simple clan had emerged into something greater. His thoughts drifted to the Kaguya though. How they had submitted as well. But his heart for them was as cold as ice. Someone in that clan had ordered his death over two decades ago and he would find out who. He just needed to be patient enough for them to try again. For now he had his work to do. He had so much to accomplish while they would bide their time. But he would not forget...he would not forgive. He would find the one who had set his father on him. Who had robbed him of his humanity and he would take from him or her so much more. Their tomb would be his paradise.

However this moment of reflection would be short lived. He could smell him. This newcomer who stood upwind of him. He did not smell the typical smells of the Hozuki. He was an outsider who watched and approached in silence. With no reverence by the feel of him. He did not announce himself or bow so Sero had to assume one of two things....either this one did not know who he was or...for a moment it seemed as if Sero turned to a black liquid form of himself before suddenly he was no longer facing away from the newcomer. He had shifted his body to turn around instantly without moving his feet. Almost shockingly with how sudden the motion was. One moment he was facing away from Burittsu and the next those cold eyes were staring into his own. The water ripple along his face...dark and murky as it revealed his bone jaw a moment before fading back to skin. There was one thing that was clear. This man who considered himself an abomination had good reason to. There was nothing behind those eyes. As if they were staring through Burittsu at nothing. That sense of a hungry beast washing over them again as a soft laughter seemed to echo from nowhere in the air. As if it could be Burittsu's imagination.

Still Sero would speak. His voice void of emotion as he tilted his head. "Tell me outsider. What brings you here? Coming so close to me of all things. Perhaps you are yet another assassin after my head? I assure you...they found the task....overwhelming." The last word was growled out as his eyes would turn black except for the cold blue iris. Glowing within the darkness as the waves began to crash against the dock. Sending a white spray in the background where Sero stood. It was clear that he intended to kill the boy if he tried him. There were no half measures. If Burittsu came at him he was putting his life on the line. Still Sero's shadow between them seemed to stretch out as five tails began to swish back and forth in only the shadow. Nothing besides his eyes changed physically for Sero. There was a beast in him that wanted to see this play out. That wanted to be free of this monster that housed it and was grateful to any assassin willing to try.

Watching closely it seemed that even his face would piss off strangers all he did was smile but this man persisted with his show of power and display if it wasn’t obvious he could simply obliterate the guy without trying then he must have just been bred for battle. Watching him turn into some liquid form almost had him foaming at the mouth from such raw power even so his lips trembled he almost was ready to utter a word. He paused for a second as the air between them continued to dance and the shaking of the lips stopped as he returned back to the previous state as now the cold being was now face to face with Burittsu. Everything about his being was interesting, such power bestowed on a monster like this he could only wonder how the rest would compete against such competition. The plan was to join his little army and try from there to become stronger. It was simple that he responded to aggressive movements. Why would anyone try to harm such a gentle beast. Only thing that he could do was continue to watch and study this man from up close watching him send a rather cold chill down his spine in turn causing his grin to widen. It was all exciting to see more possibilities of growth and knowledge to be passed down. A question was brought up by the opposing force simply entering one ear and out the other Burittsu would never dare to utter a word to anyone but the leader herself it seemed he was concerned for the young shinobi being some sort of assassin. Such a thought would bring pleasure to the boy the idea of fighting strong opponents till his death or retirement did not sound so bad after all. Clearly he dominated in all aspects it seemed best to try to befriend someone with an attitude to boast like this his power was on display the man didn’t have anything but his will and guts. Grabbing on the right side of his waist he quickly removed his blade from his hip and held it forward as he firmly placed it on the ground in front of him his crazy facial expression remained a large grin driven across his face from cheek to cheek.

“....”

In one motion maybe it was best for him to apologize to such a being already ready to kill but just like the leader he was one he could not simply swing a blade at and confirm a kill. These shinobi who have inhabited the life and culture of the village have truly become the demons hidden in the mist. A goal that he strived to reach even if the sacrifices are too great with the bend of his left leg he kneeled down eyes remaining upon the monster of a man lasting at least for a split second before once more bowing his head. Still he was a stranger welcomed with open arms; others would surely not take kindly to him being around and living in the clan district to boast. Surely this proper greeting was more to the giant’s liking it was formal and direct he didn’t mean to cause the man any stress but he would not utter a single word he stayed in that position for a second longer to be sure the message was read loud and clear. Before he stood back on his feet he raised his head once more locking onto that cold face studying him for everything he had to offer. Grabbing his sword once more as he stood firmly in front of the man face to face, the smile remaining not even breaking a scratch he was willing and striving he continued to lock onto his the eyes of this beast in his attempt to see what he would do next. His guard was high and for someone such as him to be worried about a hitman coming to end his life it seemed more the better to learn from someone who is highly experienced with combat.

“....”

It didn’t matter what the latter ended up thinking of him as long as he could get his foot through the door he wasn’t going to bother the man much but if needed he would persist and attempt over and over till he was accepted under his wing. All this motivation must have been rushing to his head. Burittsu's smile grew even worse. He was excited, this danger that he was trying to feed off was him willing to jump towards death. Deep down maybe that was his true goal but only he would know with all the pressure upon his shoulders that he had to bear this seemed the ideal time for him to step up and become something better than he had to be. The grip he held upon his sheathed blade only increased; he only needed to know if the male would let down his guard eventually in the meantime the two seemed to have the other's attention. To even show a sign of good faith Burittsu lifted his right leg as he aimed it backwards taking two steps away from the warrior. Giving him his due respect and increasing the distance of space between the two hopefully the breathing room was appreciated as a sign of good will but his questions from earlier would have to be passed on maybe till the future. If they become allies he wouldn’t have a problem discussing something with such a brute the more he gazed upon such a being one question persisted. Wondering if this man had to struggle and lose a lot to obtain such power must have been a heavy toll for anyone to bear due to having amazing abilities and the training to boot. He only wondered what would be next would the response be his death even though it was so early in the game but it would be arrogance that led him into such a situation something he wouldn’t seem to likely regret.

“...”

Sero would watch in silence. This one was odd. Most attacked him outright if they were there for him. Others were prone to mologue and usually died shortly after. Regretting their words or choices. Often words simply shifted to screams quickly enough. Screams that echoed and joined the dead he placed in the ground. His work never ending as the cruel and vicious alike fell to him. Still this one was silent despite being asked a question. It peaked a curiosity within Sero. However he would not tolerate it for much longer. He had made an inquiry and felt as if this one felt no obligation to answer. Perhaps he was a mute? If he did not have the ability to communicate he was being....brazen all the same. To approach Sero with no introduction alone out here...Most feared the monster. Avoided him at all costs. Some uniquely different individuals enjoyed his presence or appreciated its power. However they were rare. There was something amiss here. His blue eyes would shift to scan along the nearby warehouses and boats. Perhaps this was a test. Someone was watching him to see how he would react....to see if he would lash out without provocation.

His eyes would snap back to the young man as a growl echoed and the water below them went still. No more waves lapping at the docks. The entire area growing silent and still except for the movements of the young swordsman. He had grabbed his weapon and put the monster on edge. Still he would seem to follow some sort of ceremony....setting the sword down and bowing before Sero. Respect? That didn't mean he wasn't a threat. Not that a normal sword was. But Some held special abilities and despite being immune to most physical damage there were still extremes that hurt. Blue eyes would narrow as he stood tall once more and held his weapon. Sheathed as it was this looked more like a request for a duel from a novel. There was something akin to excitement in this young mans eyes. Still even as he moved back a couple of paces the dock under Sero's bare feet would smolder with a small trail of smoke rising from his heels. As if it were being burned beneath his feet. And so it was. His temper had risen and the air around them grew warmer. As if the sun may break through any moment.

However the opposite happened. The mist grew thicker and cast a grey shadow over everything. As if the life were fleeing from the area. A few drops of rain began to fall from the clouds above but Sero paid it no mind. His fingers twitched as he contemplated making the first move. This one held a weapon and though sheathed it made him a combatant. Still Sero couldn't help but feel something was off. He would take a breath and calm himself. The Bijuu in him enjoying the rage and building upon it when it could. Sero would tilt his head before deciding he need not fear. Fear was his tool....his weapon. He had mastered it and though he felt caution where ever he went...mostly because Kit was always watching it seemed...He would not allow it to rule him. Instead Sero would step forward. Gliding along casually straight up to this stranger. Watching to see if he would draw his sword. If he did Sero would not take the action lightly. If he didn't Sero would step right up to him. The heat like a summer mid day. His pale fingers on his right hand would lift and dance slowly along the sheath of the mans weapon. His blue eyes watching his own fingers a moment before snapping back to Burittsu. Speaking to him plainly.

"Strange little outsider....I will advise you to announce yourself. I would have your name and purpose here. Know this outsider...this sword...it will do you no good against me if you have come to test your mettle. Now. Name yourself or begone from my sight."

The waves crashed but it seemed all he did was effortless he still required a voice to be used as it seemed the powerhouses of this land won’t allow him to migrate around with no worries he grew closer but the man wasn’t ready to fight anyone just yet. Allowing the being to do what he had to in order to complete his impression he was laying down it was clear he was man not to be toyed with for too long. He could feel it on top of his skin the warmth of the air that started to set in this obviously was not mother nature; the beast seemed to be setting the stage for the finale of this conversation. Maybe it was his imagination but before the closing in and the warmth of the air it had seemed for a second this beast truly had something within him well only a fool would deny that at this point. The man himself moved at will with no hesitation because he knew the outcome if it came to a fight it was pointless for Burittsu to even attempt to swing a single finger in the direction of this guy. With the warmth increasing around him as the being was now in front of him it made it hard for him to even realize the sky began to cry upon the two individuals. Closely his eyes remained glued as the heat itself continued to amaze him this was simply too much for such a newcomer to be introduced too but this was his fault he decided he wanted a way to become stronger. All the answers remained behind the man who currently was now physically touching the blade of the Yuki boy only for a brief moment before the claws seemed to be pointed directly at him.

A simple question once more was brought up and with the tone it seemed this was his last chance to step up to the plate he wasn’t one to communicate easily to such people but it seemed it was time. Gazing at the male once more he almost forgot that his smile weighed heavy upon his face. It had seemed the time had come for him to finally come for him to ask for something one usually doesn’t ask for especially from someone like him. Hopefully this would be a shock to him knowing that the only thing that this guy wanted was something so simple but pulling all this hassle to see this man move around and defend himself was worth the note. Checking off in his head the list was complete the individual was highly aware of the area around him he also possessed powers highly above regular shinobi around the village this was easy to tell. It wasn’t everyday where one meets the one of the strongest that roam around and protect the village this was all luck. Slowly his grind on his face began to die within a moment it had seen everything was going to decide on what his response was. It seemed to kill him from the inside. Truly this was the hardest task as he continued to make eye contact with the man but in a mere second his lips just began to move he wanted it to be brief at least but clear enough that the latter understood.

“Name.. Blitz.. Reason for disturbing.. I was interested when I saw you in the market with your band of warriors.. I apologize if this may seem fast and rude but currently I am weak and I’ll put my pride aside to admit I want to grow stronger not just with myself but also with my sword..”

His voice came out a little bit lower than he wanted but he made sure his point was made across to the other it was rude to come up to him in first place as he was enjoying his freetime. The man was probably busy and didn’t have time to deal with outsiders like him. It was best to keep his expectations low when it was anyone that wasn’t the leader herself but it didn’t hurt to try it on someone different. Whether the other would take in such a low class fighter or not he must find a way to grow stronger and make the sword his own. Everything was a test he was already sticking out like a sore thumb. It was time for him to get to work and make his name known through the people so they can begin to stop looking at him making everything easier for himself and the civilians. As he continued to look at him he recalled the way everyone bowed to him such a presence stood in front of him and with this thought a smile returned on his face the fear was indeed somewhere inside of him but that fear was already placed by himself in his fear of failing her. Too early for him to fail anyone especially himself so it seemed he was willing to add pressure to the one in front of him.

“You carry a lot of weight with just your presence.. This may be off topic but since I am trying here.. If I said I was willing to go through any amount of hell.. Would that show you my resolve to grow..”

He wanted to add more to the sentence but his words were best used for something later on if needed but this was something that he wanted he’d stare into the jaws of the underworld if he had too. Building upon himself he had nothing but layers of confidence underneath his skin there was always a way to climb the ladder and soon one day he wanted to stand in front of this being as equals maybe if he lived long enough. It would allow him to see the day he can stand on his own against such a monster. This all was pleasing to the boy revealing once more his true weakness when it came to himself his smile. Truly he was excited.

Sero would watch and listen as the young man spoke. Slowly the black would fade from his eyes and the waves would begin to lap at the shore under the docks once more. The heat spilling off of him reducing once more as he heard the words finally. As if a weight was being lifted. His fingers would pause and lower to his sides as he seemed to examine Burittsu with those cold blue eyes. Empty again now as he seemed to peer through him. Through the flesh and into his soul. Those eyes never blinking as they searched Burittsu's own. So this one sought power. Both through his own means and that of a sword. He called himself weak and Sero took a breath. He had met the weak before. He had met them when they were but children who had barely taken their first steps to power. One in particular now stood above the village. Now competing with only two others for power and he served her. His frozen queen. Something was familiar with this one akin to her. Perhaps that was why Sero did not outright deny the strange fellow of few words. Why he did not send him away immediately.

Still despite the familiarity he would hold reservations. This one was a gambler with his life. In order to get stronger he seemed willing to take risks. Even putting his life on the line. Approaching the devil with readiness to bleed. He would ask if his words were proof enough of his resolve and there would be a moment of silence as Sero just continued to observe him. It was quiet for a moment before Sero would turn away and begin walking as if leaving the district instead of heading back for it. Speaking over his shoulder.

"Words are simple things. Spoken easily. Actions are what are written as a part of history. Leaving our mark and our legacy. Come along if you wish the opportunity to prove yourself. Be warned though. Where I go now we put our lives on the line."

Sero would continue to walk as the compound faded behind them. Almost gliding along as the mist seemed to blanket the floor and move with them. He was only moving at D rank speed though so it would be simple enough for Burittsu to keep up with him if he came along. Soon they were beyond the compound and out of sight in the trees. Moving through the woods like wraiths on the hunt for tainted souls. As they traveled however Sero would speak once more without actually any change in tone or expression. He was a cold man but he was clearly potent.

"I am the commander of a newly appointed division within the kiri armed forces. Code named the Nightmare Brigade. Our division is the final solution. Once someone is deemed irredeemable they are assigned to us. We are the villages execution squads. Murderers....slavers...rapists....filth corrupting our nation is our task. We have no grounds for mercy or prisoners. We are to execute our targets and anyone trying to stop us. Recently a merchant was targeted by some bandits along the road. They killed his convoy and he barely managed to escape. They murdered for greed and now their lives are forfeit. I was going to assign someone to this but for today...if you are willing it will be your test. Put your life on the line and show me your resolve. Or sit back and watch as I handle it and then we part ways. Know that if you can not handle bandits you are not fit to be called a shinobi."

Mission:

It felt like a battle of minds between the two but somehow just trying seemed to be leading him in all sorts of directions as the beast passed him on and encouraged him with some interesting facts. The man he was talking to was not only a warrior but the leader and not of some sort of small group; it seemed he took pride in what he was doing around the village. Did he find the guardian that protects everyone or was the path for him to only follow for the time being as he continued to walk away from behind him the mist followed slowly but still vastly great. Taking the step forward his body was already drawn into this form of acceptance quickly closing the gap between the two. Quick and fast it seemed he already met the guy but this was taking it on another level as the more he pursued the man the more he realized the area around him changed soon it seemed like he was in another part he had not yet been introduced too. Turning his head merely to look back to what he left behind it almost took his breath away as the scenery from behind disappeared. In front of him was the able body warrior who continued to push on forward leading him and the one he persuaded into the woods quickly being swallowed by nature disappearing from the eyes of the world. Being told he was going to put his life on the line early seemed to be the thing he had heard from anyone in order to prove to he was willing to become what he desired. In fact he was going to say something but the man in front of him had a bit more information to provide before simply giving him the approval he needed to start the road ahead of him.

Paying attention to every word that began to leak out of the man's mouth it had seemed his good will to fight for the people was true such a man having a heart purely made of positive energy was different. Such power but his words did not seem to have any false bravado he even listed the type of people they deal with in this sick twisted world him and his band of heroes. This only made him think about the people from earlier who feared him because of the power he possessed even as he works hard to keep the people safe from dangers in and out of the village. Truly something in that thought gave him a vile taste in his mouth something stirred inside him but he made no crude expressions keeping it to himself this feeling he probably already knew that the one in front of him suffered enough. Drifting back into reality he started to pay attention once more as he was explained about the recent murder that occured between bandits and a convoy. Hearing how they barely managed to escape only started a fire beneath his skin, one burning up to have him focus, not like he had a choice in the matter anymore. It was time to act on his words from earlier or separate his ways from the man after. Walking behind the man after hearing the set of details he was already briefed as his eyes widened for a moment this was a mission. If not a mission this was a task that he was expected to complete or at least pass by some form; his survival was necessary for him to complete this test that was bestowed upon him. Looking at the one in front of him he explained everything calmly with no raise or lower in his tone of voice he remained emotionless but it was to be expected he most likely shared his own hardships and battles to reach the level he is at currently.

“Praise is only for those who sacrifice and work hard to achieve what they want.. You never said your name.. So after I pass this test let me have your name..”

There was no need to say anymore after everyone had their own battles and wars to win it would be better to have a celebration when the days of violence and bloodshed are over. Gazing upon the man as they walked away from civilization's grasp, nature took over as rustling from overhead took place. The signs of creatures that lived out in these environments began to take life. Fixed gazes from near and far all aimed at the boy he was indeed a stranger on foreign lands this was all different something he would soon get used to pushing forward following the leader that was ahead of him slightly. Wherever these bandits laid to rest their heads surely in time they would be found and treated the same way they treated their victims; all who fell underneath their wrath will be avenged by only two men on this day.

“They should love you so much more..”

Sero would continue to move as he listened to the other. He seemed to have a similar mind to Sero. At least following some of the same motivations. Those who wished for power must be prepared for sacrifice. Sero had at birth traded his humanity for power. No family or loved ones. No friends or allies. He had spent his entire childhood as an abomination nearly forgotten in a hospital. Weak and hating others. Jealous of those who had what he did not. It had driven him to become the creature of death and blood he was now. But because he was without he understood the need to protect those things. The need to keep the innocent safe while he strove for more. His alliance with the winter princess had gained him a great deal. But his brutal ways made others hesitant. Still he had a purpose to serve in the service of his queen. The wicked would fall before him and burn if he had to burn their world around them. Today was a test for this one though so Sero would only act against those who acted against him. Still the final words from Burittsu brought them to a slow walk. Sero replying to him.

"I do not exist to be loved. I was born to power. Thus it is my responsibility to do what the weak can not. I spill blood not for thanks...but for the result that the innocent sleep safer. That the wicked fear what stalks them in the night. Steel yourself now Blitz. The smell of blood and smoke hangs in the air. We are close."

Sero would lift his nose and sniff the air before his cold eyes would scan the woods. Deeming the scent to be coming from a direction he would turn and begin walking towards it. The smell of smoke and food growing stronger as they moved. He was a hunter of men and he knew his role. Still as they drew close enough to see the light of the camp fire through the mist Sero would begin his own preparations. Forming a great deal of hand signs all at once as he walked casually. Dog, Tiger, monkey, Dragon, Ox, Ram, Rat, dog, tiger, scorpion and finally snake. As he finished bone would seem to emerge from him and coat him from head to toe into something beastly. A bladed tail emerging until it grew to its full thin length of fifteen meters. Swishing back and forth behind him as his blue eyes shifted to black and red.

As they emerged to the open space being used for a campground ten men were sitting around the fire and laughing. Surrounded by their plunder with a boar roasting over the fire. They seemed relaxed though their tattoos marked them as all from the same bandit group. When Sero stepped forward however the laughter would falter before silence fell between the lot of them. The men slowly stood and grabbed their assorted weapons. One of them swallowed and took a step back before the tallest in the group with a two handed club would step forward. Hoisting it up and grinning before speaking.

"You lot really afraid of two little ninja? Pathet..."

His words cut off when the top of his head was suddenly removed just above the nose. The tail had flickered and removed it entirely. Sero would not be talked down to. The one who had stepped back would gasp in horror before dropping his weapon and turning to run. However he didn't get far as the tail reached out and wrapped around him. He would scream before being ripped apart into chunks. Sero would flick his tail and spray blood across the remaining eight before it returned to swishing behind him. Almost playfully.

"The rest of you. If you try and flee I will end you. My guest here will be taking you lot on two at a time. No more no less. Consider it a game. If any of you try to add a third...you die. If you refuse to fight him...you die. You run, you die. If he kills one of you the next is expected to jump in to keep it consistently two at once. Begin."

Jutsu used:

He followed for a moment before coming to a stop. It had seemed his last words didn’t fall on deaf ears as he watched and listened to the explanation that this man thought was a valid answer. Even for a being like him, someone deserved to show him some form of gratitude for the work he put in no matter how many sacrifices he made. Thinking he deserved some better form, not just the fear of the people. But as he was told to do so he had to steel himself for his resolve was not with the man in front of him it was with himself the battle began now and it started with himself. For his counterpart it had seemed he was taking everything into his own hands as Burittsu watched from behind he could only see the arms move in succession something that was beyond the boy for now. Indeed this all was new information for him to take in but now he was able to see for himself why this one caught his attention from the market all the way out in the woods. Silence was in the air as he continued to watch the man until his very eyes began to see the truth of what he was actually able to pull out from literal body. Gazing, he watched closely as the man’s body was enveloped by his own bones that were acting like a shell, a form of armor. Even adding a weapon, a mighty tail at the end of this nightmare fueled armor truly something to envy he could only chuckle as it seemed he had so many tricks to learn for himself to live in a world such as this one.

Standing away from the armored titan to be safe that the tail would not inflict any serious wounds on him if it just so happened to swing back. With all this going on Burittsu continued to study the male bit by bit watching him closely as even the color of his eyes changed from within this suit. Powerful jutsu deserved a strong master and this man who he disturbed was clearly a powerful shinobi one who would one day become a perfect fight for Burittsu himself. Letting the titan take the lead forward he continued to follow standing at the side of this beast face washed of emotion. There were only ten humans each around the fire; it only happened in a blink of an eye from his point of view as they arrived face to face with these murderers. Placing his hand on the hilt of his blade he was willing to jump in first and take a crack at anyone who stepped forward but the cockiness of the bandits cost them their lives. A giant stood up and appeared with two large mighty weapons his words were banished to the afterlife with him as soon as his lips began to move. The sound of something slicing through the air caught the attention of Burittsu; the speed that was being used was something to be jealous of for the time being and it was in that moment he began to smile. From ten to nine and soon with another flick of the tail another dead body was added to the pile now only eight remained for one of the two this mission was just starting. As for the other it was already over.

Removing his blade from its sheath he remained without words putting all his convictions into the blade that was once his fathers he thrived to be the best he could possibly be in this life before his time comes. Only eight remained and the game began as he heard two at a time will be stepping up and all he had was a sword and his self taught skills he was tasked with facing all eight. The smiles and grins from the bandits as they thought this would be an easy kill or maybe they smiled because his smile was out. He was in fact a weird one out of the group smiling under pressure seemed naive. Underneath the skin blood was being boiled for what they did to the weak this was the justice that came to serve each of them what their respective rights. It was clear from earlier their charged with death for murder as Burittsu stood tall stepping out ahead of armored titan gazing down at the remaining lives in front of him. They began to laugh as two stepped out identical in facial features and expressions family members with another. It was clear Burittsu’s first fight would be against two brothers and twins, both of them willing to fight hard and die for the other. Both stand out one each blade to defend themselves with both shorter then the shinobi but still weaker then a shinobi if he guessed right. One twin began to chuckle as the one on his left only smiled back at Burittsu blades drawn out ready to kill but this was their ending out here to die alone with no one but themselves to blame.

No words to be spoken as Burittsu lunged forward sliding in on his enemies at the fastest speed he could muster in such a close distance on both knees, sword pointed out as he held it with both of his hands he began twisting his hip the opposite direction. With the blade pointed outward he aimed for the center between the two individuals quickly slashing their off one leg for each body. The twin on the right would be missing his left leg as for the one on the right his right leg as the pool of blood began to spread and the screams of the two filled the air he could only smile to his delight that such a plan worked. Standing off the ground before the blood had a chance to make its way upon his clothing he stood above the twin who lost his left leg injecting the tip of his blade into the back of neck. As for the boy missing his right leg it was a quick slash at his neck beheading the bandit where he fell as the blood dripped from his blade he did what his latter did whipping the blood of the slain onto those who awaited their turn.

“...”

Sero would remain where he was and watch the bandits. His glaring red eyes never seeming to blink. As if hell had stepped into their realm and took form. No skin could be seen and this creature...clearly a Kaguya barely resembled a human. The blood staining the blades on his tail as it would slowly swish back and forth. The bijuu in him enjoying the blood shed. However both he and the Bijuu would hold their ground. Simply watching this budding shinobi named Blitz and observing what he was capable of. Sero himself was not a close quarters combat specialist so those that did were interesting to him. His own focuses were more on wiping out a large area of enemies and to burn or drown them. However his Kaguya abilities clearly also made him formidable as well. The armor and tail were his answer to those who tried to force themselves closer to him. To invade his comfort zone. He made them pay dearly. However since this was a test for this ' Blitz ' he had selected something that wouldn't wipe out the enemy in one move. As much as he wanted to end them the fear before death was also their punishment.

When it came to death this was Seros kingdom. He didn't care for the political drama. He only cared for his duty against the wicked. A walking act of the ultimate Karma. He was a necessity in this dark, cruel world. His own cruelty and brutality carving a path through the fools who thought they could plunder Kiri and get away with it. Bandits who did not know to flee and erase traces of themselves. Who thought they could fight shinobi at any level. Even genin should be enough for these fools. Still his arms would cross as the mist picked up. The only real source of light and warm coming from the bonfire as it crackled from the fats burning off and dripping into it. The boar meat filling the air with a strong scent as the two bodies stained the ground around them with blood pouring forth. Still those red eyes would watch it all unfold before him as his intentions were clear. They would all die here. If not by his hand then by blitzs. That sword more merciful than the pain his tail would inflict by far. The question was, would his will last through eight opponents in close quarters?

Still he would remain where he stood as two of the eight stepped forward. They seemed confident and appeared similar in nature. Of course Blitz would live up to his name as he charged them at an impressive speed. One that Sero himself had not reached without boosts. Impressive but again Sero was not focused on close quarters combat. If this Blitz wished to work with him though it would be beneficial for him to have someone to handle that type of combat for him. Quickly the twins were proven to be too weak to stop him though as body parts were left in his wake and blood spread further. Red eyes shifted to the remaining six as they hesitated. For a moment it seemed like no one would move and a growl would fill the air. Color seemed to drain from everything for a moment. Even the fire turned pale a moment as it was made clear they would not be allowed to flee or surrender. One of the remaining men made a Tch noise as he clicked his tongue against his teeth. Shoving one of his comrades at Burittsu to distract him before swinging his club at the fire. Sending hot coals and dust spraying all over Burittsu in an attempt to blind him and then take a downwards swing with the heavy club right for Burritsu's head.

His victory was short as a body was pushed towards him in a quick reaction it caused Burittsu to lift up his sword pointing it directly at the neck of the victim. As he was pushed onto the blade quickly feeling the sting of the sword he fell upon this bandit had his wits about him trying to win the fight even by killing off one of his own comrades. Something so vile to betray a comrade had to be commanded, this was an act of will to survive and so he tried in mere seconds coals and dust began to pick up as they were launched into the air towards Burittsu. There was no choice but to close in on the kill in order for him to do any moves he must show his resolve under such dirty tactics. Quickly removing his blade holding it tightly he did not cover his face or blink his eyes the dust burned fiercely as some of the coals managed to burn holes in his clothing this was the only heart he had to show. Tears would begin to flood out of his eyes as the color of his eyeballs turned red from the ash and heat he remained stubborn and refused to blink watching closely until the hand was fully visible. In a swift pivot of his back foot it allowed him to change his position and stance in one quick turn now appearing on the left side of the bandit watching him swing down into the earth. Burittsu lunged forward blade out aiming for the neck of the bandit piercing through but not enough to kill the man.

“....”

Giving it one more attempt Burittsu quickly swung his fist across the face of his opponent and lunged once again getting the blade through the skin before once more pulling it out. Flicking the blood off the blade he took a deep breath to ease his state of mind. The fatigue was growing on him already. It was something he needed to get used to but in fact he would have his own way with them one way or another these monsters were going to be put down this very night. Pacing his breath he watched and waited for the next two steps out and told six men had just died two from early and four from Burittsu. Only four remained something like this was a piece of cake of the seasonal shinobi he had to start somewhere watching carefully as he ignored the burning stings from his fresh wounds. At this point there was no going back as his stomach turned he was eager to continue this test breathing through his mouth he gathered his breath and began to recollect himself. Gazing upon the four men he knew that soon there would be two left and then the mission was completed; this indeed was good for him; it allowed him to see personally how he could advance in his skills. Wielding his blade once more with two hands it seemed he was ready for more.

Two more men stepped out to answer the call of death someone needed to be dealt with between this flock of people either the shinobi or the bandits. These two had the confidence in their breath but their eyes tell a different story for those who kill for fun it seemed getting exterminated doesn’t bring pleasure to them. Standing ready for the battle that's going to commence he waited with nothing but a positive mindset that he would not die today he would make it back and learn from this experience until his next encounter.

Sero did not move from his position or release his armor. The tail flicked back and forth like an animal excited by what it watched. Though his face was hidden behind the helmet. He made no move to assist the young man however. Simply watching as he preformed. Hacking his way through the lot of them. It was crude but effective enough. His momentum was slowing however as they attempted to take him down. The first too had simply been fools. Even a child armed with a sword should be considered dangerous. Oh how they howled when the pain came. How they turned on one another so quickly. Eyes switching between Blitz and this skeleton king in front of them. They seemed unsure of how to get out of this but eager to take at least one of them down. However Blitz was showing greater conviction still. Even as one was sacrificed and flung at him he fought back. Most would avoid these odds. Attempt to run and engage them individually. Or take them all out in one move. Sero was more of the latter type. However even as Blitz got a face full of hot coals he would outmaneuver the enemy.

Sero would watch as despite his burns he would effectively counter his latest opponent. Having to fight harder as the burns likely affected his vision. Still Sero did not move. Blitz managed to take down the cunning enemy before swishing the blood off his blade. More blood soaking the ground. More whispers in the shadows echoing out. As if laughing at the bandits misfortune. Two more would step up though these ones used shields and spears. An interesting combination that provided defense and reach. it would be difficult for Blitz to deal with this. If he charged one they would put up a defense and both would stab at him. They had seen his speed and came in crouched. They worked as a team as they moved slowly to attempt to flank him. How much could one person with their vision affected and only one sword handle spears and shields from both sides? Sero was also curious about this. How would Blitz handle it? The situation wouldn't be a concern for Sero but he was simply built differently. None of these pawns could take him on. Not even a chance of victory there for them. Though that wouldn't keep them from trying.

One of the remaining two that noticed Sero wasn't paying him much mind would see an opportunity. Quickly raising a crossbow and leveling at his in head. Firing it in one swift motion in hopes of taking down the larger threat so they could team up on Blitz. Sero saw it but didn't bother moving. He didn't so much as turn his head as the bolt bounced off his helmet with a ping and fell to the ground nearby. Without so much as paying the offender a glance the tail would flick out and slice open the mans gut. Pulling out the internal organs as it passed and spilling them onto the ground. The man would die in about thirty seconds as he fell choking on his own blood. Dying in complete and utter torment. His attack would not be ignored. Still by the time Blitz had finished off those two remaining the last would drop his weapons and kneel weeping. Holding his hands up in surrender as he knew he could not win. Begging to be spared and arrested. To this Sero would say nothing and simply watch Blitz to see what he would do. The Nightmare brigade held no prisoners. But would Blitz feel the same?

Watching closely it seemed death loomed over the battlefield but this was only the start Burittsu could not let up now as his eyes burned with a searing passion so did his motivation to rid these demons. Another set stepped up to the plate both with defense and offense, something that would allow Burittsu to think of a new strategy on how he would come after these opponents he couldn’t let up anytime. Once they began their move he charged head forward before they were allowed to regain their balance; it was the only chance he saw for a counter going head on with his blade firmly carried in his right hand. The boy wanted to end it quickly he quickly approached the targets cutting them off in their tracks he was introduced to the spear of his enemy that lunged at him aiming for his center chest. Once more he led his enemy into a quick trap as he ran ahead quickly pivoting his back foot to the right barley but surely dodging the spear in the midst of his spin his target would be too slow to retract his arm after doing such a lunge. Quickly coming to a stop out of his spin, that's when he struck with a mighty swing of his blade coming down from the heavens slashing upon the wrist that wielded the spear. The cries of pain and sorrow filled the air one more before it was quickly hushed by the swift jab of his sword thrusting it into the mouth of the bandit. Wrapping his left hand around the shield the bandit held he quickly kicked off the corpsed onto the other bandit as he took the shield and charged in without a second thought.

He needed such instincts to survive in a world where people can treat others such as this and he realized this himself the potential to better the world was now in his grasp. These bandits were the start of his crusade and he’d refuse to die at the start of his journey so he charged in courage on his shoulders. The bandit seemed startled for a second but regained his composure but Burittsu was already on the move the bandit tossed the body to the side and attempted to throw a jab of his spear at the oncoming shinobi. For Burittsu this was his triumph for the bandit this was the end of his story by the time the bandit tried for such an attack Burittsu closed the distance causing the spear to recoil off the charging shield and whiplashing out of the bandits hand. Closing the distance seemed the best way to to finish the fight the outcome was something he would never think of but now he knew with enough speed and brains he could outthink and beat his enemies. Quickly the bandit held the shield in front of him with his hands ready for the onslaught of shots to be taken at him. Burittsu could only grin as he jabbed the blade into the foot of the bandit in a loud cry he quickly lowered his defense as in one motion he was greeted by the shield Burittsu took early smashing across his head.

Sending the body to the ground in shock as he remained alive breathing for every bit of air he could get but this only brought shame to Burittsu that he had to continue his attack. Stepping over the body that was soon to be a corpse shield and sword in hand he threw down the shield on top of the body. As he quickly plunged his blade into the neck of the demon, sending it off to wherever accepts these sorts of monsters turning his head for a slight moment to look back at the armored shinobi. The sight of organs on the ground and another body was something to behold as it seemed they tried their luck and paid the price for all of them except one this one was smart on his knees and begging. Indeed it was almost a shame as Burittsu stood on both his feet pulling out his blade from the now dead corpse flicking the blood across the ground cleaning it from the impurities of evil. Forgiveness was out the door once they decided to commit such acts in the land Burittsu turned around and gazed at the back of the head of this pleading bandit his sword in hand and only a smirk on his face as the closer he got the louder the pleading grew to his ears. In time he stood next to the man blade hovering above the shoulders of the bandit as Burittsu crouched down placing the blade upon the neck of the man pulling it towards him quickly and quietly cutting his neck open. Whipping his blade on the back of the now bleeding bandit he cleaned off his weapon and sheathed away as he watched for himself as this man began to lose his life. Bleeding out in front of the two shinobi.

“...”

Sero would watch as it all went down. There wasn't much of a challenge here for him but he found it all educational all the same. This young man had come to prove himself and had shown skill and dedication. He wasn't an elite figure yet but he had the potential given some training and proper equipment. Perhaps even one day he could be one of the seven swords. However Sero held no authority over those. He knew Kit likely did but he avoided the woman actively. Still this one was proving useful if not very responsive verbally. Still Sero wouldn't let down his armor until Burittsu would dispatch of the last one. Ignoring his plea for mercy and begging. No sign of enjoyment just as Sero was. Void and quiet as they slaughtered the lot of them. Once it was done however the bone armor and tail would seem to crumble away to dust and fall from Sero. Leaving him standing there among the carnage without a single drop of blood on him. Still he would walk forward as bare feet stepped through blood soaked grass. Yet where he walked the blood seemed to thin until only what stained the grass remained. As if he was absorbing it.

Truthfully he was. Sero was drinking the blood of the fallen to satiate his only need. His thirst. The mist that clung to him gradually hydrated him but the warm blood of the recently deceased, it was more of a treat. More nutrients in the blood than in any water source by far. It left him feeling refreshed and gave a purpose to the fools who died there. His cold blue eyes would take it all in a moment before lifting to look to Burittsu. Studying him and the damage he had sustained. Still Sero would seem satisfied before turning and beginning to walk from the carnage. "Come along." was all he would say. Calmly returning in silence back to the clan compound. All the way to what appeared to be a retrofitted warehouse into a barracks and armory. The symbol of a dream spider hanging above the door. Of the eight legs there were three names on them so far. Sayuri, Sero and Miaka. There were other operatives inside coming and going but those three names stood at the top. Aside from Sero both the other two were considered Jounin.

Sero would walk up to the stairs at the back. Operatives bowing low to him as he passed. Others setting their gazes on Burittsu with signs of jealousy there. They were all vying to be one of the eight and this stranger...whoever he was was getting direct missions with the commander. However the young man was not yet ready to become one of the eight. He would just be another operative if he accepted the offer until he was a higher rank. Or at least considerably stronger. For now Sero would enter into an office where Miaka usually worked. He would locate a pen and form for mission completion. If he did not speak he would at least write. With that Sero would set them down on the desk before folding his hands behind his back and addressing the young man.

"You did well but there is a great deal of room for improvement. Fill out a mission report in order to collect your pay and then report to the medic to address any damage you sustained. Welcome to the Nightmare brigade. Do you have any objections?" Those cold blue eyes never blinked. Just watching and seeing if this young warrior would deny him.

Taking a breath of life it seemed all was finally coming to an end as he was now able to blink and breath without the need to wonder if the killers will be faced with justice. Gazing upon the armored man himself it had seemed the battle was truly over as the protection he brought with him into battle began to fade and crumble away. His true appearance once more made a present in this world watching as the other walked around and began to do his own ritual as none of this was a concern to the exhausted fighter he minded his own business. Rubbing his eyes to rid the debris from earlier, the shinobi was indeed proud of his own efforts in his own way, whipping his eyes once more. Minding his own business he only looked up into the sky as he began to think of what just occurred: the people he slain with the sword that belonged to his deceased father. All this was just a part of his growth; he felt no need to shed any words to express his desire to avenge the ones who were innocent in all of this mess but as time would tell he would simply shrug it off most likely within time. Soon it seemed that the time for them to leave came as Burittsu was verbally alerted to follow the male away from the scene of a slaughter such as this one. Following the male back through the woods once more staying on his six all the way till reaching civilization once more the lights of the night time streets and buildings shone through the darkness.

Following the male towards a building he never seen before till this moment one with an emblem of a spider but this one had its legs all eight in fact upon the wall. Upon three of the legs of the arachnid were three names and one shined brightly in his eyes the lady from before was a part of a group with a beast such as this one. Indeed it was the ones that she wanted to grow the most that caught her attention; it was all making sense the woman had more than one lethal weapon under her sleeve. Another two sets of names caught the attention of the shinobi looking upon them taking a mental note it seemed he was accompanied by one of them either this Sero or Miaka. Sighing he watched the male walk in and once more the people bowing and glancing upon him with such eagerness and some with hate the looks all relate to those who want to be underneath the powerful. He was no one special but it seemed the fate of thread had its own plans for Burittsu as he walked in after the male trailing him into the room watching as a pen and paper were placed on the desk for him. Now hands behind his back it seemed it was time for some paperwork to be done between the two was this a contract of some sort or something else for him to keep track.

He did feel some sort of ease hearing that he did well and it was nothing but the obvious that he continued to train and be a better shinobi everyday then he displayed on this day. Maybe it was that he could feel the pressure with the eyes of this man as he was also expecting something from nobody just like the lady each held their own place in this world. A smirk on his face as he heard he was going to be joining the team but all this meant was he kept true to his word and started down his own path. Shaking his head as he could only think of a good thing to say but it was best that his actions spoke for himself quickly walking towards the table grabbing the pen he signed off under his alias. It was time for the grand reward he was ready to get paid and for him to do jobs such as these he had to train even harder even if he was on his own regardless with a home and now income. Life would only begin to start becoming interesting in this village for him as he set the pen down slowly on the table and slowly he sighed taking a breath he wondered how much the payment would be now.

“...”

Sero would watch quietly as the young man would quickly sign the document. He didn't seem to bother reading it. Nor filling out any details in the report section. Nor did he leave to go find a medic. He seemed to be waiting for something still. Sero would frown a moment before stepping forward and collecting the paper. He would have to fill out that part for the man it seemed. He didn't seem very good at following orders outside of combat. Still Sero would quietly fill out the location of the encounter, the enemy capabilities and the number of casualties in the report section before setting it to the side to be filed. Signing off on it as well with his name. Once that was done he would have a copy faxed to the administration building. If Burittsu was still there when he finished filling out the report Sero would raise an eyebrow. His work for today was finished so it would be time to go train soon. However those burns needed medical attention so Sero would not be taking this newcomer to train with him further. Instead he would speak as clearly as he could to the young man.

"Go find a medic and get your wounds looked at. Then report to the administration building to collect your pay. Dismissed."

Regardless of if Burittsu left or not Sero would turn and walk from the office. Heading out to go and continue his day as normal now. As if he hadn't slain anyone today. As if they hadn't soaked the ground with the blood of the dead. There was a massacre in the woods out there and for Sero this was just another day. Another duty he had preformed. Once he was outside Sero would shift to the roofs before his body molded and shrank. Turning into black murky water before taking the form of your average sized black cat with striking blue eyes. He would move in cat form roof to roof until exiting the compound and heading into the woods. Heading for the deepest part of the training grounds. After all when he truly trained he needed to be some distance from civilization. lest he turn the minds of others to madness from being within his presence at full capacity for too long. Sero knew he was a monster but he would not attempt to diminish that. He would thrive on it.

exit thread
9 posts = 90 exp
mission complete = 25 exp
total exp ==115

He watched as the male took on the task himself as he watched closely to how and why he filled out the individual boxes for future representations if he needed guidance but this was only just paperwork. Maybe his social skills would grow stronger and maybe the skills would die down and he would prove to be nothing after he was done it was time for the both of them to go their own way till the next meeting. Watching him promptly to the letter before Sero left he could only take time to study him a bit more and this environment that has surrounded him this place was meant for great people. As he left the boy behind it seemed he had another piece of advice to give him and that was to clearly get help so that he may continue with the training that he needs. It was clear this was the motive. Upon this path he set himself on he was proud to come so far in such a short time the feeling was impeccable it was times like this he wished he could smoke. At least knocking some of the edge off nothing about the day he committed himself too was easy from the start to the end it seemed it was a big test from meeting this deadly warrior to the next.

“...”

Taking a deep breath he walked out the room leaving it behind as he searched around lost and confused with the eyes of the people fixed upon him he was lost and the obvious was there. Sighing as they continued to look around, the chatter around filled the air but the eyes seemed to continue to be fixed on their target. He was a mystery to these people most likely. Someone who they’d hate in a second due to the fact he’d rather struggle instead of asking anyone else where the medical room was located. Finally finding the room he walked inside taking a seat only to be greeted by a young male seemed suited for the job as Burittsu opened his eyes wider and stood up showing the burns and wounds he sustained from the encounter. His eyes were quickly examined as the same for his burns on his body; he was a warrior but not even the best can last untouched. Thirty minutes passed and he found himself outside of the room silent as the young doctor stood there with his arms crossed attempting to wave off Burittsu but the man would be shrugged off. It was time for him to head home anyways.

“...”

Leaving the establishment walking into the night of the darkness he headed up back towards the market to his surprise the streets remained alive with the kitchen’s open and the sounds of laughter and delight filled the air. The smell of food tainted souls to come in and the drinks of beer were served this was where families and maybe even shinobi come to celebrate after a mission well done. All bandaged up he almost looked like a mummy to him this wrapping was unnecessary to the guy he left back there. It felt like Burittsu came in and gave him a hard time not talking, not even replying to any of the questions he ignored him and all the matters he tried to go over. Eyes once more fixed on this now damaged shinobi whispers carried but as they should he was now coming in late wandering the night streets till his home was in view.

“....”

~Exit Thread
10 Post = 100 Exp
Mission Complete = 25 Exp
Total Exp = 125