Post by Shizuka Ryou on Mar 9, 2014 20:30:19 GMT
You can't hide your self, You can't run, We're fighting for our lives
And we just cannot lose again, There's not much time
He gathered the various tool he would likely be requiring for the task at hand while hidden under a mask of complete silence. He made not a single noise as he went about his task, but rather quickly collected the various tools. They were only a few kunai and some medical supplies should something go wrong. He didn't really require the assistance of much else other than his katana that he always kept at his sides. However the thing that would take him the longest would actually be donning the correct attire for the task at hand.
Their mission required their little group to use the cover of night in order to mask their movements, that meant light colored clothing and anything that might shine would be a bad idea. As such he decided to leave his forest cloak in his office, but rather donned a pair of black leggings that wore snug to his legs but gave him enough room to not be uncomfortable. However the black sleeveless shirt he wore with this was worn much more snug to his body so as to eliminate any hope of the shirt catching on something. Around his waist he donned three pairs of belts. One was a sleek black and was worn to actually hold up his trousers. The other two, both a dark dark crimson were worn at angles crossing over each other and effectively forming an X shape across his waist. The hilts of his katanas were fastened to these belts to keep them in place.
Ryou was just about ready to leave his office when the sky first started to change from its normal bright blue to the warm orange hues. He just needed to tighten the last fasteners on his boots and he would be ready. However instead of leaving immediately after he pulled on his boots, he stopped for a moment and looked back towards his desk. There rested two masks, one was entirely black and had the design of some sort of beaked creature although rather curved. The other mask was in the design of a wolf, an animal well known for being carnivorous. Ryou walked up to the masks, donning the black beaked mask and collecting the other one to hand to one of his subordinates that would be accompanying him on their mission at hand. Afterwards he would vault himself through the window of his office that faced west and began to head to the meeting location under the eldest black ash tree.
As Ryou leaped through the village of Ounougakure, many things wandered through his mind. He was confident that the team he had hand selected would be more than efficient enough for the task of dispatching one lowly man in a village near the border of Makai with the Wastelands, but still there were so many factors that played into the mission that it was absolutely ridiculous. After all, for all they knew, the man could have possibly employed some men that might be as skill as elite shinobi. Hell some of them could perhaps even be shinobi. Then there was always the possibility that 'that' group might be involved in this whole mess, and really he would rather not think about it if that were the case. Only he did worry, if only by a small margin, for the safety of his men if a member from 'that' group was in fact involved. After all, Ryou was damn certain he himself was the only person in their group that would be skilled enough to parry any of their attacks without losing a limb or two. Damn so many things could apply. With so many uncertainties he could really only hope that neither of the other two would fuck up their mission.
Their mission required their little group to use the cover of night in order to mask their movements, that meant light colored clothing and anything that might shine would be a bad idea. As such he decided to leave his forest cloak in his office, but rather donned a pair of black leggings that wore snug to his legs but gave him enough room to not be uncomfortable. However the black sleeveless shirt he wore with this was worn much more snug to his body so as to eliminate any hope of the shirt catching on something. Around his waist he donned three pairs of belts. One was a sleek black and was worn to actually hold up his trousers. The other two, both a dark dark crimson were worn at angles crossing over each other and effectively forming an X shape across his waist. The hilts of his katanas were fastened to these belts to keep them in place.
Ryou was just about ready to leave his office when the sky first started to change from its normal bright blue to the warm orange hues. He just needed to tighten the last fasteners on his boots and he would be ready. However instead of leaving immediately after he pulled on his boots, he stopped for a moment and looked back towards his desk. There rested two masks, one was entirely black and had the design of some sort of beaked creature although rather curved. The other mask was in the design of a wolf, an animal well known for being carnivorous. Ryou walked up to the masks, donning the black beaked mask and collecting the other one to hand to one of his subordinates that would be accompanying him on their mission at hand. Afterwards he would vault himself through the window of his office that faced west and began to head to the meeting location under the eldest black ash tree.
As Ryou leaped through the village of Ounougakure, many things wandered through his mind. He was confident that the team he had hand selected would be more than efficient enough for the task of dispatching one lowly man in a village near the border of Makai with the Wastelands, but still there were so many factors that played into the mission that it was absolutely ridiculous. After all, for all they knew, the man could have possibly employed some men that might be as skill as elite shinobi. Hell some of them could perhaps even be shinobi. Then there was always the possibility that 'that' group might be involved in this whole mess, and really he would rather not think about it if that were the case. Only he did worry, if only by a small margin, for the safety of his men if a member from 'that' group was in fact involved. After all, Ryou was damn certain he himself was the only person in their group that would be skilled enough to parry any of their attacks without losing a limb or two. Damn so many things could apply. With so many uncertainties he could really only hope that neither of the other two would fuck up their mission.
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I know how you feel, But we know what we must do
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