Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160316190932/@comment-27375402-20160324103657

Little was known about the shinobi, though provided that the burn scar across his face were never there as well as the reversal of his aged face, surely he would be recognised, a youthful Genin at the time he had met her, though they spoke not. Their original meeting occurred throughout the Chuunin exams, though it was brief, his defeat in the one on one battle with her at the time left an impression upon the male at the time. The man ensured to remember her name, hoping to surpass her throughout his life as a shinobi yet how the tables had turned, from the aspiring shinobi to the captured masked rogue, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

The way he spoke to her was more of familiarity and the kindness he shared was more so the fact that the last pair of faces he was going to see was that of a male he hadn’t met before and the female who had him beet in the exams. The man sighed heavily whilst clenching his jaw, wondering what it would’ve been like if his allies weren’t such scum or in place of going rogue, reported to Konohagakure. Turning his head to the sigh he laughs softly again as he knew that if he had reported to this village, he’d probably end up in the same chair, staring down the same people until he revealed information on his previous village.

He turns towards Takuza whilst he relayed his answer and he found his answer somewhat more acceptable, smiling in approval of the Uchiha’s decision, he bows his head in respect to him, possibly the most respectful gesture he had offered the male until now. Clearing his throat he would say

“I respect you Takuza, I respect your choice, in the masked group, no one was judged by their past, we were simply moving toward the future. I’m glad to know your reasoning is so… noble and courageous” the man had done something he thought he wouldn’t do towards the Uchiha this entire time and honestly it’d possibly catch the pair of Jounin off guard. He smiled towards him, not in mockery or in preparation of laughter, just, a genuine smile.

Knowing his time was running short, his expression contorted into a rather sad one, simply sitting in silence, he didn’t want to keep the generous Jounin any further though he was in no rush to become expendable any time soon. The male’s eyes stared ahead and even though no tear was shed, there was a sign that he was struggling.

“The robot man’s name is Toshio; we’ve declined him joining for a really long time. He seemed really devoted to us though and how he is, he did to himself. He pours his chakra into vials daily when he isn’t fighting and stores them, I have no clue how he does it, he’s pretty smart though, that boy. To become more use to us, he created a larger machine which he can fit in. It’s pretty big, I say about as big as a summon creature. He’s a moving arsenal and stores the jutsu he uses in scrolls so that he can use them faster without having to use hand seals. His main weapons are the 2 large switchblades on his arms. Oh and I assume you’ve seen him grow wings and fly”

Hanging his head once more, the man couldn’t help but exhume a maniacal laughter as if he’d rather be seen as a psychotic in his last moments. Quickly he bit on his own tongue, hard enough to sever it completely; slowly it fell onto the seat between his legs, proving that he was not willing to reveal anything on their leader as if he feared the leader greatly. Just as swift, he thrashes about, listening to the female’s warnings, he ruptures his own spine and then sits there… lifeless. As he breathed his final breath a tear streamed down his right cheek.

