Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160505040109/@comment-25213565-20160505140757

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The night was along its way, the sandstorm from the perfect time however, once the heavy winds stopped and it all settled along, little known to the villae of Sunagakure, many things were about to happen. The darkness being their cloak and their skills being the dagger, a mere man behind the numbers that poured from a certain rooftop within the forgotten district gave a slow yet disgusting cheshire grin, one from ear to ear as he was only sitting in a chair, watching them make their move. In completely black clothing, he only wore bandages wrapped around his waist, bandages wrapped from his hands all the way to his biceps, pants that extended down to his calves, a belt which held only a slight skirt addition to it which hung down to his knee and sandals to complete it off. With him was seven others that stayed back as the rest only made their move on the duty they were supposed to do. Still sitting in the chair, he pushed his hands into the wood between his legs and leaned forward, he felt the excitement building within his body, his mind, his eyes..As he opened those orbs, a slight blue glow could've been seen by the ones around him as the sclera were black in color as the iris and pupil were mere a beautiful shade of blue. His breathing only became harder as the thirst became more brutal and with even that, a black liquid began dripping from his lips. Dripping on the floor in a slow pattern 'drip drop drip drip'. He only said while leaning forth even more in a low, almost growl of want..need..hunger "Let us begin then.." With those words coming from his lips as the undefined liquid dripped from his mouth, he broke off into a dash right from the chair as he was closely followed behind by the ones he had with him, forming yet another eight man cell just like the rest.



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As stated before, the darkness as their cloak and their skills as their dagger. The man mentioned before and the squadron of them that followed him went home from home, slaughtering the people of the village, one by one. Within one home that the male went in by himself, no screams would be heard as he took them out quickly but made sure they'd remember him from the afterlife. The father of the home had his tongue ripped out and gagged to make no noise as he was left pinned against a wall in a crucified manner, his neck slit but still alive until he bled out, the twitching body on echoed throughout the man's eyes. The mother of this home, not only woken up to see her husband dead but this seemingly dark man managed to put both of his hands into her mouth, pulling apart with all his force in order to pull off her body jaw in a bloody mess. The same grin never left his face until he brought her close before she could even make a loud scream as he opened his own mouth and began to puke up the same black liquid into her mouth, having it travel down her throat. Eyes widened, the woman forced to have this being overpower her and having to drink the very liquid but there seemed to be no stop of it. She gargled and choke on it, the taste more than likely a horrid one. Slight womanly groans were only heard as her eyes filled with the liquid, it began to come out of her nose as well. The muscles of her body twitching from being drowned with no body of water around, he then only dropped her body as she laid on the convulsing more than one should, he saw from the doorway to the home he stood in one of the men from his cell. His eyes widened to see what the man had done as he said almost in a whisper "Mizan..?"

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The man named Mizan only heard tiny movement in a back room as he made his way there with the other guy following him and some of the others following suit once they were done. Mizan then came across a baby room as he saw a crib sitting in the middle, the movement being heard from such. Walking up to the crib, he put his hand against the wooden side as he looked to see a tiny fleshling as he only said "Oh..now you are truly one to make do.." Mizan leaned down as he grabbed the baby, cradling it closely as the little grunts it made quieted. The man from his cell that followed him to the room after he checked the rest of the house, seeing it was clear only saw Mizan holding the baby. He then said "Sir..you don't have t-" He was stopped by a single glare of Mizan as he turned to the man and held the baby out "You want him?" As he responded "No..I just do-" stopped once again as Mizan said "Then shut the fuck up." With that, Mizan palmed the back of the baby's head and lifted it by its head alone, right in front of the man, applying a slow grip. "If you're with us, you'll need to kill and see death of any age be done." After saying so, Mizan's grip became tighter as the baby began its grunts again but louder however, before it could build up, it gave one cry as Mizan's grip tightened to its full extent and it crushed the baby's skull, leaving only the crimson juices of life to lay waste to the flooring. Throwing the small, lifeless body to the side, he spoke as he walked past the male "There's a difference between a painful death.." Once he said so, the man's eyes flashed with the sight of seeing the mother and father, how he came across their twitching bodies until he came through and heard "and painless.." His eyes then flashed with the baby's death. He took a large gulp as he turned and watched Mizan exiting and only followed him, saying "Yes, sir."

As Mizan and the male left that home, they met back up with the rest of their cell as they continued their silent rampage through the streets, no skip in their stride as they cleaned each house of life, painful and painless. Mizan on the other hand if looked at, could be told just from how he was acting and looked that he was having the time of his life.