It had only been an hour since the attack on the gates, with reports flooding in from everywhere about a masked man walking about the city that had just killed a gate guard. It had finally happened. The ongoing war beyond the giant metal walls had finally taxed their forces to a point that a brazen rogue was able to just murder his way into Sunagakure. The retired assassin was enjoying a day of leisure, relaxing in his home with a book by the open window. The desert breeze ruffled through his week-long beard an
d played with the collar of his white button-down shirt tucked into a pair of simple slacks. His feet was kicked up on the table when the hauntingly familiar black crow swooped in and landed beside his bare foot. In its beak it dropped to the table a tightly sealed scroll before exploding into a cloud of smoke and feathers. Without wasting a moment, Uzu tossed down his book without marking the page and broke the tiny seal of the scroll with a jolt of chakra. Sliding it opened he saw the three red marks and closed his eyes slowly in frustration. Code Red. What the hell were those new recruits good for if they couldn’t even watch the wall? Toushin swung his feet down and stood up from his chair, rotating the metallic right shoulder to warm up the sockets as he casually made his way downstairs and to the front door. He slipped on a pair of sandals and all but ghosted out his front door without a sound; best to keep his daughter out of this.
Out of the Diamond District, the ex-assassin deduced the closest place to the gates shot a bee-line towards the open Bazaar. The sun was up, the wind blew a gentle breeze as the desert heat prevailed through everything as normal. By all means, as he landed in the market and stood up, the old killer expected to see at least ten-to-thirty people wondering around doing their daily shop. Instead he was greeted with an eerie silence that didn’t sit naturally in his guts. Casually he slipped a hand behind his waist and pulled out the tucked in shirt to prepare himself a little. Toushin didn’t expect a sneak attack, not from one so brazen to raise up a Code Red and have him dragged out of retirement to handle something he really shouldn’t have to deal with. His hand reached up to the hidden headset he had slipped on during his way over and activated the link to try and get some info on who he was looking for; a man in a mask probably wouldn’t be hard to find in an empty street, though.
Out of the Diamond District, the ex-assassin deduced the closest place to the gates shot a bee-line towards the open Bazaar. The sun was up, the wind blew a gentle breeze as the desert heat prevailed through everything as normal. By all means, as he landed in the market and stood up, the old killer expected to see at least ten-to-thirty people wondering around doing their daily shop. Instead he was greeted with an eerie silence that didn’t sit naturally in his guts. Casually he slipped a hand behind his waist and pulled out the tucked in shirt to prepare himself a little. Toushin didn’t expect a sneak attack, not from one so brazen to raise up a Code Red and have him dragged out of retirement to handle something he really shouldn’t have to deal with. His hand reached up to the hidden headset he had slipped on during his way over and activated the link to try and get some info on who he was looking for; a man in a mask probably wouldn’t be hard to find in an empty street, though.