Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160416113722/@comment-24937485-20160417224546

His gaze wandered up to meet that of ROOT’s supreme leader. Eito was a man of great prestige amongst those who knew him, one who inspired an unseen form of fear and security, his grasp viler than the snakes summoned by Kei. Kei seemed the perfect subject for a unspoken tyrant of wishes and plans that could only be hinted at by looking into the secretive eyes of one old and skilled enough to have worked beside the first Hokage.

Why? Because Kei didn’t speak. Because his face was as void of expression as the non-moving mask on his face, because his voice was only there when need be during those times as now when he was in service of the underground special agency that held Konoha in a cradle of nightmares that kept the terrors at bay.

A mere nod, or perhaps even more so a bow of the head, was offered in reply to the commands. And it wasn’t until Eito walked away that Kei arose to his feet, ignoring the two ANBU told to look over them, and turned around so that he was facing the opposite side of Yasu while they were shoulder to shoulder.

“Yukō (Let’s go.).”

A simple word designated to show that there was nothing left for him to do except moving out. He adjusted his mask so that it fell into a place of perfect rest upon his visage; where not even the movements of battle seemed capable of stirring its position.

And with that he was off. Walking slowly as if the meaning of time didn’t exist in his reality. His gaze set dead ahead and piercing through anyone who stood in its way. By now, most of the newer recruits in the training area new damn well who he was and made sure to get out of his way.

It wasn’t until a minute later that a festival poster peeled off an alleyway wall, seemingly by nothing by a hand that came out of the wall. But upon it being pulled down enough one could make out the ANBU standing in a large doorway. After everyone had stepped outside, the poster would re-seal itself and could only be re-opened by ROOT members.

Already dark outside, Kei looked up at the many stars that graced the sky and wondered how many nights he had missed since first joining ROOT. His Onyx eyes perfectly caught onto those sparkling sensations before he closed off the lids, and jumped up; zigzagging between the alleyway walls like a black bolt of lightning.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:15.6pt"><span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;color:#141823; background:#F6F7F8">Finally pushing off the edge of one roof,  Kei backflipped onto the other; slowly flowing through the air in the jump that ended by him landing on a dead generator that hadn’t provided the warehouse below for several years now. The store had gone bankrupt due to its failure to eep up with the latest trends and supplies. –As such is the harsh reality of life.- Thought the young Uchiha as he opened his eyes while turning around on his point of vantage. While he did so, the Sharingan was activated not to pick out any minute details but to see if there were any clustered groups of chakra signatures anywhere that’d hint at a riot sized pack of people. But if they were already busy with their violent deeds then it might well be that Kei or Yasu had already heard them in which case the Sharingan would remain de-activated.