God fuck it, when did I start taking orders from the man!? Granted, I did give that man the authority, and choose to follow him on my own. But still, this rain fucking sucks... The thoughts of one shinobi known as Karei raced through his mind. All of these thoughts were the different variations of that same sentence, sometimes cleaner and sometimes with an ungodly amount of vulgarities. He once even thought of the things he'd like to do to the next person to tell him what to do. Suffice to say, the Inquisiton would sound like a spa in comparison to what he would do, and because of this further details will be withheld. Karei sat upon the roof of a larger building in the Rain Village, holding the umbrella which had been strapped to the back of a chuunin guard. The umbrella was open wide, and the rain poured down around him, keeping him dry. The chuunin guard was very cooperative, it was surprising. Karei didn't even need to kill him, just chat a bit and mention his name. It seemed that when one achieved the official ranks of Kage and Sannin, their name gets around relatively quickly. The umbrella had been less out of the man's fear, and more because Karei slipped him some money and asked really nicely. Anyway, the hows of him getting inside the village were inconsequential, what matters is that he was there now, sitting upon what appeared to be some sort of office building. Beneath the umbrella, if the shadows weren't so thick, one would be able to see the details and features of the legendary explosive artist. The man who had taken an art used by an old shinobi with legendary prowess and perfected it to a level that would make even the creator shake with fear.
The man was thirty six and yet he looked to be middle-aged at best. He wore his hair white and short, though long enough to hang out in front of his eyes a bit. His shirt, long sleeved and striped two different shades of grey, was covered by a long black trench coat, the colors popped up so that they hid his face from the sides. Upon his legs he wore skinny jeans, white washed grey in color, with a chain hanging on his right side. Attached to a black studded belt which was wrapped around his waist lay two bags full of clay. The clay would provide a medium for his upcoming attack. Suddenly, Karei would leap from the apartment building, the umbrella falling gracefully to the ground, black against the brilliant white of the building's front wall. He landed upon the ground with a splash, turning down an alleyway. He would weave through an indirect route of the village on his way to the place he was trying to find. Karei had been following a well-known ninja for a short amount of time, and that ninja had brought him to the Akatsuki Base. The ninja, Kessen, was the original target, but Karei wasn't concerned with that anymore. He waited until the man was gone from the building, the only known threat to his plan; he was the only one really had a chance of discovering the plan. Karei came upon the place he needed, reaching into his clay pouch. The hand chewed slowly, and Karei waited patiently. Once it was processed enough, Karei would release his creation and destroy the Akatsuki base of operations.
[[I'll wait 72 hours for any Akatsuki to try and stop me]]
Mon 29 Jul 2024, 3:32 pm by 
