Board Thread:Kirigakure General RP/@comment-27960448-20170806013542/@comment-27960448-20170806053335

Almond locks dancing along his unruly mane fell heavily over his face like the burdens of his past and village. Donning such trivial and fierce intent with a single gaze. What a waste of time this all would be. Enshin had spent the last year being a trained asssassin under his own roof. His own tent, with no inquiries of what his allies were doing to get by. But of course word floats around. Mono-san arrived first, greeted simply by a nod. An indifferent and expressionless display of lackluster emotion was shared between them. At one point in time they understood each other's strengths and weaknesses. Their chemistry on a personal level carried about effortlessly on the battlefield. But now, they were nearly strangers. He wouldn't express any discerning thoughts towards this as it's only natural. A war-torn world crumbling around children can be the cause of such things, and no one is to blame- or are they? Konoha and its affiliates seem to be what comes to mind when the pain-fileld people of kiri close their eyes. It is the leaf insignia that haunts the nightmares of children, and that stands as a martyr for Kirigakure's prayers to make waste of the wicked. Soon- in due time. Second to arrive was Sai-san.. oh.. Sai-san. The walking mystery. They were once the closest of friends. More closer as a duo than the trio as a whole. Not to discount their bond as a three-man team once, but to only account for the childhood companionship that got the both of them by on the harsh, perilous, and desolate streets of the village. Taking a brief glance over his shoulder, following the twitch of his ear as he heard the tree branches break behind him. At first glance he didn't recognize who had been stepping out of the tree-line. The face he was once so familiar with was covered by a embroidered mask. The common fodder may not understood with this meant, But Enshin was close enough with the Kuriarare, along with Saisei himself, to understand one of two things. Sai was either now a trained killer to don the mask of his clan, or a coward to steal a priceless heirloom off of the silk of a relative's pillow. In a year's time, it was no way to tell which one he was. As he approached no words were spoken, still. The silence unbroken and the looming fog hanging low on the swamp-like terrain. Enshin looked away, turning his eyes the opposite direction of Sai's person, and then concentrating them elsewehere, before feeling a noticeable, and undoubtedly intentional bump over the bulk of his shoulder.

'' | Enshin began to chuckle uncontrolably, almost maniacally, cackling over the sound of a palm slapping his knee. He had a sort of sadistic humor, and found this humor most common in those who opposed his strength. Death would be foreign to none that opposed him'' |

'Well Well!- You get a mask that covers your deplorable mug, and think you can direspect me? I thought I was being nice by not forcing you to speak to me. But what can I expect from a coward. Some of us were abtually here; where we belonged, for this pass year. While others comitted to lives of thievery and subpar criminal acts. If you were a true killer, you'd know who to kill, as opposed to being a common looter and bully. I'm above you, and always will be; and we were friends at a time. However.. bump me again, and I'll be the last face you see through that cracked porcelain.'

While Enshin was speaking, he barely noticed the male that had approached them, presumably their new sensei. His appearance was irrelevant in more ways to one, and he had been completely blocked out by the lot of them. His words flew overhead and disperesed into the soft-blowing gale. Enshin's eyes, however, peered back over to Sai, his hand rearing to clasp the bulk of the tanto dancing along his lower back. His mouth unwaivering, straight and still, without an inkling of emotion rising to the surface.