Building A Legacy

That escalated quickly - in fact, it went zero to hundred real quick. The guards voice - rather yet, his tone, had proven that he depicted the group hostile for some reason, a reason unbeknownst to the Jigoku. Was Kirigakure that paranoid about their land? It was drizzling outside, raining - so what was so odd about wearing a cloak? Maybe their land had a reason to be such a way; past events or just sheer fear causing them to creep on their toes; the latter seeming to be the most reasonable. And though Kotesu wanted to just strike down the guard from afar (12 meters), he shrugged off the thought due to Soratsu's approach.

Eyes shifted underneath the porcelain mask to the frame of his advancing kin, their gaze remaining on him - studying every single body movement that he made. It only took one movement, one set action to trigger off everything - for now, Kotesu would await a response from the guards patiently. He didn't want to be the one to provoke combat, nor to jeopardize the mission, he would leave it to the animals across from him to decide such a thing. If they wanted to fight, so be it - though, they should be careful who they picked their fights with. Especially, when the other group already had the upper hand against these amateurs.

Much like Soratsu, he too would walk forth - stopping exactly eight meters  away from the guard; while his frame was three meters to the Uchiha's right. After his comrade's statement, words would be projected forth, while slender digits remained alert underneathe the ivory cloak.


"We have no problem explaining ourselves to the Mizukage."

Lord Ryuha was wise in allocating advice in the form of caution in a foreign land. However, surely the Hokage could have passed on that the individuals entrusted with Kirigakure’s protection were complete and utter idiots. It was beyond paranoia and nothing made more sense that inanity, which even superseded insanity in the eyes of the Chūnin. Nothing warranted the hostility granted by the ill-mannered gateman; maybe he needed the extra aggression to secure his job. From initial inspections alone, one could easily discern that the luxuries that were afforded in the leaf were mountains above what the bloody mist could offer; their economy could have been dying for all the three knew. The lack of job security and the contagion of stupidity was an unfavorable combination, though these were suppositions; they were seemingly commonplace in this mist-saturated hell.

So when the Uchiha made his advance, the Jigoku soon followed, taking from his diagonal positon to a parallel front. Synchronously, Ryūza would also move, staying three meters behind as usual, but this time, taking the centered stance; fixed evenly between his comrades, the Koizumi’s shrouded visage was visible (as far as visibility was concern) to their southern flank. Meanwhile, slight activity ensued beneath his wares as dark eyes peered beyond the porcelain and towards the obstruction.


Soratsu and Kotesu had done enough talking for the three of them; adding in words would only serve to nurture repetition. Instead, he would remain silently, seemingly in passivity with his fellow kin who took lead in this theatrical setting. They were paranoid in stopping them without cause; this would truly test how oblivious the shinobi of Kirigakure truly were. The question was, however, could they have been any slower than the Koizumi already pegged?

That would have been overwhelmingly shocking.

Well, at least these guards were not as unintelligent as they appeared. From their position as the village's first defense as well as they posture and demeanor, it was easy to recognize the fact that they were shinobi - even if not particularly high ranking ones. This was further proven by the guard's inclination to ready himself with a kunai projectile; the click sound was all that was needed to understand that this situation was going to get hostile fast.


"That's unfortunate."

He cooed, deliberately ignoring his request for them to state their business, village and rank. Now, he could have easily lied - it wouldn't have been hard to make up a viable excuse on the spot to get them to back down. Something told him, however, that no matter what they said the hostile nature of the guards - and maybe even the rest of the village - wouldn't subside. Perhaps it was the trickle of fear that oozed from his tongue with every word; fear, after all, was known to remove irrationality from those that experience it. Gauging all these options on the spot, the Uchiha made up his mind.

Caw! Caw! From above Karasu's voice rang loud - two deliberate calls. To all those around Soratsu it would've meant nothing, but to him, knowing his raven's tendencies, it meant that in addition to the guard in front of them, there were two potential enemies. With that information his hands went to work, coming together - within his cloak, hidden from sight - to form a single seal. His legs guided him forward simultaneously, and at the very moment he had managed to travel all but a couple of feet (3), Soratsu's technique would manifest from his eyes.

It would all happen so suddenly and without any indication, the chakra that pooled within his eyes effortlessly expelling a bright flash of light that would blind anyone in a twenty meter radius that was looking in their direction. Because the Uchiha had decided to move ahead of his teammates before using it, they wouldn't be effected by its onslaught - the guard, and anyone around him however wouldn't be as lucky. Using that opportunity - roughly the six seconds they'd assumingly be blinded - his hands would form three more seals before his body was transformed into a completely different appearance.

This all happened as he kept moving forward, allowing him to Henge into the look of one of the many guards that they had passed along the bridge whilst he entered the village. He was under the impression that anyone that was paying attention to the situation and near them would be blind, and rightfully so. If all the dominoes fell in place like he expected, he'd cease all moment once behind the guard and turn to face the direction he had come from, all the whilst still disguised. Standing roughly 3 meters behind him, he'd rub his eyes, feigning like he was affected too.

If his teammates had caught on like he had expected them too, the fluid situation would have gone off as smoothly as possible.

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