Unknown location, 3/3
“Tch. I can’t believe we’re already working with those bastards.”
“Trust me we don’t want to be here with you either.”
Venom was met with venom, the tension between the two shinobi was palpable, their teammates shared looks of worry and frustration on their faces. Nothing less could be expected from a group that had been fighting and killing each other only a year ago. Time heals all wounds but for some it’d take more than a year to even scab over these open wounds let alone mend them.
“Enough. We all knew the details of the mission before we accepted. Regardless of the past, what we’re protecting now is the future, for everyone.” The truth was enough to satiate their disdain pulling away from each other like snakes recoiling from a strike. The matter of death and facing it in the future or releasing the past, was something they all agreed on. Grudges of the past needed to be let go, this joint mission would be a success, it had to be.
With the morale returned and the attention of the small force refocused the plan was laid out. The facility was easy enough to sneak in to, for one shinobi it felt almost too easy but that feeling was dismissed for being nervous. The deeper they descended the more sinister the air became, the smells and sounds were horrid. When a vent gave way to the sights even the leader had to look away to prevent from dry heaving.
“What the hell is this?” The anger was clear in the whispered masculine voice of the fighter from before. They were a passionate soul that burned with fury from every scream and plead that filled the room below them. The marking of the hidden grass village was etched into their headband, as was the one that wrapped around the bicep of the leader of the small band of shinobi. The other two wore the symbol of Konoha, in the face of a mutual powerful foe even enemies can become allies.
“We’ve seen enough, let’s go.” They backtracked slowly, and silently just like how they came. Though that wasn’t the appropriate answer to the voiced question, and the man held back eyes glued to the scene unfolding before his eyes.
“We can’t just leave that kid! How many more are there here? Th-they’re killing him, we-“
“Don’t be stupid, it’s a miracle we got in here without any trouble.”
A miracle? Or a missed omen? A near-empty entrance does not guarantee the same conditions on the exit, as the team of five found out, back to back and surrounded by unmarked shinobi. They all wore similar amused expressions, taking a breath in the moment of stillness before they fought against the enemy.
The sun rose unchallenged, as it did every day since the beginning of time. The quiet of the morning was only broken by the cry of a bird as it set across the sky, in its shadow were the trails of blood leading to the facility that echoed the pain of the bird.
Kusagakure, 29/4 Morning
The day is perfect for the Chuunin exams, Kameyo thinks to herself. The sky is pink and orange with the sunset, but a peeking blue promises a bright and sunny day. No clouds have stirred from their resting and no heaviness is settling in the air. It is an average day, as average a day in a shinobi village can be. A bird even flies ahead, cawing a melody as it steers across the village. Kameyo smiles, nothing amiss.
She ambles through town, towards the meeting spot at Training Ground #11, where she is awaiting her eager genin to finally make themselves chuunin. It is almost a formality for them, as they were too young for the last Chuunin exam and Kusagakure had been unable to afford the time or energy to promote more genin when they were battling war from all sides. The group shows promise, if they would only get their heads on straight and stop bickering amongst themselves.
Kameyo sighs when she reaches Training Ground #11. It is a small training ground, usually held for team building exercises and genjutsu practice. Their meeting is more of a formality, a check-in so Kameyo could ensure they have their goals straight, the required items, and know what they are doing.
She glances at the now-blue sky and deduces that it is only ten more minutes until their meeting time. It would be most unwise to be late, she’s rather ruthless on the tardy.
“Trust me we don’t want to be here with you either.”
Venom was met with venom, the tension between the two shinobi was palpable, their teammates shared looks of worry and frustration on their faces. Nothing less could be expected from a group that had been fighting and killing each other only a year ago. Time heals all wounds but for some it’d take more than a year to even scab over these open wounds let alone mend them.
“Enough. We all knew the details of the mission before we accepted. Regardless of the past, what we’re protecting now is the future, for everyone.” The truth was enough to satiate their disdain pulling away from each other like snakes recoiling from a strike. The matter of death and facing it in the future or releasing the past, was something they all agreed on. Grudges of the past needed to be let go, this joint mission would be a success, it had to be.
With the morale returned and the attention of the small force refocused the plan was laid out. The facility was easy enough to sneak in to, for one shinobi it felt almost too easy but that feeling was dismissed for being nervous. The deeper they descended the more sinister the air became, the smells and sounds were horrid. When a vent gave way to the sights even the leader had to look away to prevent from dry heaving.
“What the hell is this?” The anger was clear in the whispered masculine voice of the fighter from before. They were a passionate soul that burned with fury from every scream and plead that filled the room below them. The marking of the hidden grass village was etched into their headband, as was the one that wrapped around the bicep of the leader of the small band of shinobi. The other two wore the symbol of Konoha, in the face of a mutual powerful foe even enemies can become allies.
“We’ve seen enough, let’s go.” They backtracked slowly, and silently just like how they came. Though that wasn’t the appropriate answer to the voiced question, and the man held back eyes glued to the scene unfolding before his eyes.
“We can’t just leave that kid! How many more are there here? Th-they’re killing him, we-“
“Don’t be stupid, it’s a miracle we got in here without any trouble.”
A miracle? Or a missed omen? A near-empty entrance does not guarantee the same conditions on the exit, as the team of five found out, back to back and surrounded by unmarked shinobi. They all wore similar amused expressions, taking a breath in the moment of stillness before they fought against the enemy.
The sun rose unchallenged, as it did every day since the beginning of time. The quiet of the morning was only broken by the cry of a bird as it set across the sky, in its shadow were the trails of blood leading to the facility that echoed the pain of the bird.
Kusagakure, 29/4 Morning
The day is perfect for the Chuunin exams, Kameyo thinks to herself. The sky is pink and orange with the sunset, but a peeking blue promises a bright and sunny day. No clouds have stirred from their resting and no heaviness is settling in the air. It is an average day, as average a day in a shinobi village can be. A bird even flies ahead, cawing a melody as it steers across the village. Kameyo smiles, nothing amiss.
She ambles through town, towards the meeting spot at Training Ground #11, where she is awaiting her eager genin to finally make themselves chuunin. It is almost a formality for them, as they were too young for the last Chuunin exam and Kusagakure had been unable to afford the time or energy to promote more genin when they were battling war from all sides. The group shows promise, if they would only get their heads on straight and stop bickering amongst themselves.
Kameyo sighs when she reaches Training Ground #11. It is a small training ground, usually held for team building exercises and genjutsu practice. Their meeting is more of a formality, a check-in so Kameyo could ensure they have their goals straight, the required items, and know what they are doing.
She glances at the now-blue sky and deduces that it is only ten more minutes until their meeting time. It would be most unwise to be late, she’s rather ruthless on the tardy.
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