Blue eyes scan the city for signs of something, anything, that could lead him to his target. Wherever he went, whatever he said, Enzeru was at his core The Hunter that brought justice to those who were wicked. His target this evening was certainly one of the more damaged individuals that he'd heard of, a young man who escaped the confined of prison and leapt to embrace the chaos of murder. Enzeru could well understand that, the fact that it was all too often easier to kill someone than do things the right way. But he could not forgive it, he could not look at it and say 'this is a troubled man who needs help and nothing more'. There was a seed of darkness in all men, some planted that seed in barren earth and never let it grow, others watered it with the blood of the innocent and the light of evil and it became a twisted tree of agony for all who came upon it.
His eyes were, for once, behaving with their unique glow. When he focused, he could make them do as he wished on that front. Instead of the typical blue-on-blue tunic, Enzeru's form was covered with a dark green, nearly black robe of Kirigakure cut. It was the robe worn by those of the ANBU of his home, and it did well to hide him as he surveyed the street below. A mask adorned his face, in the visage of the Aquila chrysaetos, a bird of prey looking upon its foes with the piercing glare that he was known for at times. Black boots completed the ensemble, and what weapons were hidden under that robe could only be guessed at.
It was night, but the street below was well enough lit that he could see those crossing. Enzeru himself stood above the world atop the roof of a building in the Palais. His eyes, keen as ever, scanned the people below. Red eyes, constantly active sharingan. Dark hair, likely uncut and untamed. Pale skin, sickly looking almost. Covered with tattoos and scars. And a stare that could rival Enzeru's own when he saw his prey. Uchiha Jin, a man wanted for crimes that could not rest. Wanted dead or alive, but to Enzeru there was only one way this would be ending once he laid eyes on this man. Young he may be, but evil he surely was.
His eyes were, for once, behaving with their unique glow. When he focused, he could make them do as he wished on that front. Instead of the typical blue-on-blue tunic, Enzeru's form was covered with a dark green, nearly black robe of Kirigakure cut. It was the robe worn by those of the ANBU of his home, and it did well to hide him as he surveyed the street below. A mask adorned his face, in the visage of the Aquila chrysaetos, a bird of prey looking upon its foes with the piercing glare that he was known for at times. Black boots completed the ensemble, and what weapons were hidden under that robe could only be guessed at.
It was night, but the street below was well enough lit that he could see those crossing. Enzeru himself stood above the world atop the roof of a building in the Palais. His eyes, keen as ever, scanned the people below. Red eyes, constantly active sharingan. Dark hair, likely uncut and untamed. Pale skin, sickly looking almost. Covered with tattoos and scars. And a stare that could rival Enzeru's own when he saw his prey. Uchiha Jin, a man wanted for crimes that could not rest. Wanted dead or alive, but to Enzeru there was only one way this would be ending once he laid eyes on this man. Young he may be, but evil he surely was.