Time had been spent gathering intel. Putting it to use, plans in motion, hatching schemes. The tall woman with an unsettling beauty about her wasted no time since having been given the mission to assassinate the man on the picture, Toshinaka Ret. Of course, the mission was truly to determine whether or not he was a man who could be trusted, if he was innocent of any wrongdoings against the Village Hidden in Sand, but that was just a formality, more than anything. As far as Akari was concerned, this man was guilty the moment he came into question. It would be a true joy to watch the light darken in his eyes.
And so, she had already embarked. She studied the target, picking a close cousin who had supposedly become a recluse in the past few years, but that was simply a cover story. The kunoichi had intercepted many communications to and from this "Toshinaka Bai" and Ret. It was from these letters that she perfected imitating both Bai's handwriting and speech patterns and started to communicate with Ret herself. And such was the reason why she finally felt confident enough to push for a meeting, face to face, with the man himself.
Blood now stained her blade as the disgustingly lavish (at least to Akari's mind) home of Toshinaka Bai had been infilitrated. Servants were dispatched first in timely manner and their bodies stored in a place they could not easily be discovered and soon, Bai fell in a rather disappointingly quick manner. Bai was older, over twice of Akari's age, with a fading wisp of youth in her beautiful looks, dyed roots to hide the silver in her raven black hair, but she clever and quick witted from the analysis that she had taken when researching for the new part she was to play. A swipe of her tongue over the blade to sample the blood, a sickeningly sweet taste tainted with the vinegar of her personality, but it was enough to register in her mind and catalogue for her. The pain of transforming through the secret technique gained from the Uzumoereru Queen was lessening in the sense that she was building up a tolerance to it, but it still took a bit of a toll on her. She looked through the woman's wardrobe after assuming the form and adorned the most extravagant and official ensemble that could be found. One of the servants left alive (and none-the-wiser) was called for to escort her to the home of her target.
And so, she had already embarked. She studied the target, picking a close cousin who had supposedly become a recluse in the past few years, but that was simply a cover story. The kunoichi had intercepted many communications to and from this "Toshinaka Bai" and Ret. It was from these letters that she perfected imitating both Bai's handwriting and speech patterns and started to communicate with Ret herself. And such was the reason why she finally felt confident enough to push for a meeting, face to face, with the man himself.
Blood now stained her blade as the disgustingly lavish (at least to Akari's mind) home of Toshinaka Bai had been infilitrated. Servants were dispatched first in timely manner and their bodies stored in a place they could not easily be discovered and soon, Bai fell in a rather disappointingly quick manner. Bai was older, over twice of Akari's age, with a fading wisp of youth in her beautiful looks, dyed roots to hide the silver in her raven black hair, but she clever and quick witted from the analysis that she had taken when researching for the new part she was to play. A swipe of her tongue over the blade to sample the blood, a sickeningly sweet taste tainted with the vinegar of her personality, but it was enough to register in her mind and catalogue for her. The pain of transforming through the secret technique gained from the Uzumoereru Queen was lessening in the sense that she was building up a tolerance to it, but it still took a bit of a toll on her. She looked through the woman's wardrobe after assuming the form and adorned the most extravagant and official ensemble that could be found. One of the servants left alive (and none-the-wiser) was called for to escort her to the home of her target.