A small house. A taut canvas. Adept brush strokes slowly and painstakingly coming together, mixing hues, connecting lines, and caressing each other in intricate patterns. And the sound of screaming outside.
A pale hand dabs at a bright, viscous blob of paint on the ground, then raises itself to touch at the canvas, hesitating first, then changing position and hesitating again. It repeats this for several minutes without adding anything to the painting in front of it, then abruptly drops the brush.
Kurai GensÅ is a quiet man with few likes and many dislikes. Most prominent among these are inefficiency, being forced to work, and, currently relevant, the inability to concentrate.
Wordlessly, he stalks to a nearby table, attaching several long wires to an apparatus by his ears on the way. When he arrives, he snatches the pair of gauntlets lying on it and quickly dons them. His next path leads him directly to the door.
Pushing it open, his ears are assault from many directions at once; this is no singular matter but a coordinated attack on the city.
"Just my luck," he mutters, then reaches inside and grabs his umbrella, then proceeds to leap towards the nearest annoyance in chakra-infused bounds across rooftops. As he had expected, a Konoha shinobi standing in a pool of blood comes into view, verbally and physically assaulting a woman, whose husband is presumably the fresh cadaver at her attacker's feet.
With a flick of one of his kunai, Kurai attracts the attention of the invader. Silhouetted by moonlight and standing atop a building, he cuts an impressive fugure, not that it seems to phase the Konoha ninja. Softly, barely audible from the distance between them, Kurai begins to speak.
"I can guess what it is you're doing here. I assure you: I couldn't care less. You can fight. You can kill. You can plunder. All I ask is that you do so quietly. If you cannot do this...we will have an issue. I do not wish to be disturbed. If you can respect this, I will return to my home and you may continue your business. If not...I find that I can create my art with some 'assistance'.
I give you two options now: we do this the easy way, or the 'I kill you' way."
A pale hand dabs at a bright, viscous blob of paint on the ground, then raises itself to touch at the canvas, hesitating first, then changing position and hesitating again. It repeats this for several minutes without adding anything to the painting in front of it, then abruptly drops the brush.
Kurai GensÅ is a quiet man with few likes and many dislikes. Most prominent among these are inefficiency, being forced to work, and, currently relevant, the inability to concentrate.
Wordlessly, he stalks to a nearby table, attaching several long wires to an apparatus by his ears on the way. When he arrives, he snatches the pair of gauntlets lying on it and quickly dons them. His next path leads him directly to the door.
Pushing it open, his ears are assault from many directions at once; this is no singular matter but a coordinated attack on the city.
"Just my luck," he mutters, then reaches inside and grabs his umbrella, then proceeds to leap towards the nearest annoyance in chakra-infused bounds across rooftops. As he had expected, a Konoha shinobi standing in a pool of blood comes into view, verbally and physically assaulting a woman, whose husband is presumably the fresh cadaver at her attacker's feet.
With a flick of one of his kunai, Kurai attracts the attention of the invader. Silhouetted by moonlight and standing atop a building, he cuts an impressive fugure, not that it seems to phase the Konoha ninja. Softly, barely audible from the distance between them, Kurai begins to speak.
"I can guess what it is you're doing here. I assure you: I couldn't care less. You can fight. You can kill. You can plunder. All I ask is that you do so quietly. If you cannot do this...we will have an issue. I do not wish to be disturbed. If you can respect this, I will return to my home and you may continue your business. If not...I find that I can create my art with some 'assistance'.
I give you two options now: we do this the easy way, or the 'I kill you' way."