Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-24937485-20160323003438/@comment-24937485-20160323060418

“Tch.”

Blood splatters covered the clothes of the white haired Genin who stared down at the fallen victim; glaring with cold eyes as thin strips of meat and crimson liquid clung to his face, slowly sliding and falling off. He didn’t care, not for the blood, not for the enemy; especially knowing that an old villain like this must’ve committed many crimes in his past. This was simply the Shinobi life, the life he was born for. But as much as the boy would try to keep calm and not break his composure, he couldn’t deny that something had snapped inside. That childlike sense of ignorance, surprise, and joy. It had died a little more as the headless body fell to the ground.

“The only reason I never believed you is because you kept defending yourself. But never did I hear you groan of the pain. If you had truly broken your back, you wouldn’t be standing so easily. I continued to question you to see if you’d continue to show the trademarks of a skilled liar, adjusting your story to what I’m mentioning. All in all, there only one thing left to say. Sayonara, Oldtimer.”

He then turned around to the corpse and looked to see if the old man had anything of interest on him. (Dm let me now please.). Before moving towards where he had heard explosions not too long ago; knowing his allies would be found in that direction.

But he wasn’t that fast so it’d take a little while before he’d catch up to Ryouta, seeing the blonde hairs in the distance as the Lightning user was in combat with another Shinobi who was taller, and older, and for a moment Akira feared for the other’s life. Perhaps his heart wasn’t lost just yet.

