It was time for the scoundrel of the Leaf to take his leave.
Hideki Riku, the ninja with the ever-growing reputation within the Konoha, the village hidden in the leaves perched on the edge of a rooftop. His eyes, glimmering with entertainment and a quiet determination, examined the darkly lit gate below. The guards held lanterns high as they checked the passports of the little merchant traffic that came at night. The roguish ninja of trickery counted out the guards with a discerning eye, it was but another heist to this thieving ninja.
“One, two, three, four … the fifth held a vantage point on a nearby building,” Riku muttered to himself, cloaked in the shadows, “Easy score.”
With a smirk, the rogue lifted his faded red mask to hide his lips. The black clothing, he had decided to wear today felt crude compared to his normal attire, but it suited the night perfectly. The trickster ninja took one deeper sigh as he enjoyed his final moment of peace. His crew members were to be left behind, for this path, the ninja must walk alone.
With his moment over, the white-haired rogue rose from his perch and drew two shuriken from his faded red belt before leaping off the perch with a graceful flip, the dust of the village roads flying outward as he landed. The rogue raised an eye towards the guards before beginning his march towards them.
“Time for the performance …” The trickster muttered
The shinobi seemed paranoid as Riku closed the distance between them, rightfully so. It appears his arrival at the gate was anticipated … not that it would help. With a quick grip of one of his shuriken, he tossed it towards one of the shinobi that was checking the passport of a local farmer. The gleam of the blade in the moonlight showed too late, as the metal struck down the first guard. The guards responded in kind, as the gleam of kunai and shuriken appeared in the trickster’s vision. The black clad rogue ran forward towards the weapons, before falling into a roll, allowing the weapons to fly weakly over his head. As the roll ended, the second shuriken from Riku’s arsenal released, being released towards the second guard. He didn’t seem to be nearly as agile as the blade landed its mark and the shinobi fell silently.
“The gates are under attack!” The guard on the rooftop declared, the sky erupting with light as he released a signal flare.
“Too late!” The rogue ninja declared aloud.
Riku surged forward towards the third and fourth guards, who brandished their blades. With a laugh, the rogue bounded over the top of them, dodging swings prepared for a frontal attack. As the ninja landed behind them, he twirled around, his leg going out and hammering the third guard down with a painful thud. When the leg went out to strike the fourth, it was met with a painful slash, the guard having readied his blade in time. The scoundrel gave a hiss as the new wound on his leg before slamming a fist into the fourth guards head, dropping him as well.
“Bastards!” The scoundrel declared as he went to a crouch to check the wound.
The blade had cut painfully, but thankfully not deep. As the rogue went to sigh in relief, the sky around him lit up once more. Riku didn’t waste time looking upwards, instead bounding towards the side with a roll. Where he had once stood turned to a smoulder of black as the fire jutsu missed its mark. The rogue looked upwards to see the final ninja readying the handsigns for another blast. With a grunt, he leaped back towards the collapsed shinobi, a hand grasping one of the fallen blades of the guards. In an instant, he tossed the blade through the sky with a wailing hiss. The final guard dropped silently.
With a groan, the rogue ninja rose to his feet proper, looking at his own handy work. The trickster spun on his heel, giving a small laugh at the sight, before leaping off into the darkness outside the leaf.
"Farewell Leaf." He said
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“Farewell Leaf .... whoosh!” Riku shouted out as the wooden toy flew through the air, finishing the end of his make-believe.
With a laugh, the white-haired boy leaped up and caught the toy, running with it in his hand towards the rooftop edge.He examined the toy with a smile before sitting him on the perch, looking outward at the gate that shined in the bright daylight. He'd chosen a building close to the gate, it helped him imagine the scene a bit better.
“And it was sent through all the books and all the crowds …” Riku monologued, grinning happily at his toy, “The tale of Hideki Riku, the fabled missing ninja of legend ... so cool...”
He gave a warm smile as he collapsed to a rest, gazing at the shining gate with a warm smile. He sometimes wondered what it would be like to run away, to try being one of the cool ninja. The white-haired boy grabbed his toy once more and examining it with a smile.
“You know,” Riku spoke to the toy, “I sometimes wonder … do they think I’m going to run? Bet they think I’m pretty stupid, huh? We’ll show them one day … or atleast I will.”
The boy broke out in a chuckle, patting his toy before placing it in his pocket. He rose from his rest before looking at the gate once more with a considerate smile. He then bounded away to go find his friends, there has to be something to do today.
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Hideki Riku, the ninja with the ever-growing reputation within the Konoha, the village hidden in the leaves perched on the edge of a rooftop. His eyes, glimmering with entertainment and a quiet determination, examined the darkly lit gate below. The guards held lanterns high as they checked the passports of the little merchant traffic that came at night. The roguish ninja of trickery counted out the guards with a discerning eye, it was but another heist to this thieving ninja.
“One, two, three, four … the fifth held a vantage point on a nearby building,” Riku muttered to himself, cloaked in the shadows, “Easy score.”
With a smirk, the rogue lifted his faded red mask to hide his lips. The black clothing, he had decided to wear today felt crude compared to his normal attire, but it suited the night perfectly. The trickster ninja took one deeper sigh as he enjoyed his final moment of peace. His crew members were to be left behind, for this path, the ninja must walk alone.
With his moment over, the white-haired rogue rose from his perch and drew two shuriken from his faded red belt before leaping off the perch with a graceful flip, the dust of the village roads flying outward as he landed. The rogue raised an eye towards the guards before beginning his march towards them.
“Time for the performance …” The trickster muttered
The shinobi seemed paranoid as Riku closed the distance between them, rightfully so. It appears his arrival at the gate was anticipated … not that it would help. With a quick grip of one of his shuriken, he tossed it towards one of the shinobi that was checking the passport of a local farmer. The gleam of the blade in the moonlight showed too late, as the metal struck down the first guard. The guards responded in kind, as the gleam of kunai and shuriken appeared in the trickster’s vision. The black clad rogue ran forward towards the weapons, before falling into a roll, allowing the weapons to fly weakly over his head. As the roll ended, the second shuriken from Riku’s arsenal released, being released towards the second guard. He didn’t seem to be nearly as agile as the blade landed its mark and the shinobi fell silently.
“The gates are under attack!” The guard on the rooftop declared, the sky erupting with light as he released a signal flare.
“Too late!” The rogue ninja declared aloud.
Riku surged forward towards the third and fourth guards, who brandished their blades. With a laugh, the rogue bounded over the top of them, dodging swings prepared for a frontal attack. As the ninja landed behind them, he twirled around, his leg going out and hammering the third guard down with a painful thud. When the leg went out to strike the fourth, it was met with a painful slash, the guard having readied his blade in time. The scoundrel gave a hiss as the new wound on his leg before slamming a fist into the fourth guards head, dropping him as well.
“Bastards!” The scoundrel declared as he went to a crouch to check the wound.
The blade had cut painfully, but thankfully not deep. As the rogue went to sigh in relief, the sky around him lit up once more. Riku didn’t waste time looking upwards, instead bounding towards the side with a roll. Where he had once stood turned to a smoulder of black as the fire jutsu missed its mark. The rogue looked upwards to see the final ninja readying the handsigns for another blast. With a grunt, he leaped back towards the collapsed shinobi, a hand grasping one of the fallen blades of the guards. In an instant, he tossed the blade through the sky with a wailing hiss. The final guard dropped silently.
With a groan, the rogue ninja rose to his feet proper, looking at his own handy work. The trickster spun on his heel, giving a small laugh at the sight, before leaping off into the darkness outside the leaf.
"Farewell Leaf." He said
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“Farewell Leaf .... whoosh!” Riku shouted out as the wooden toy flew through the air, finishing the end of his make-believe.
With a laugh, the white-haired boy leaped up and caught the toy, running with it in his hand towards the rooftop edge.He examined the toy with a smile before sitting him on the perch, looking outward at the gate that shined in the bright daylight. He'd chosen a building close to the gate, it helped him imagine the scene a bit better.
“And it was sent through all the books and all the crowds …” Riku monologued, grinning happily at his toy, “The tale of Hideki Riku, the fabled missing ninja of legend ... so cool...”
He gave a warm smile as he collapsed to a rest, gazing at the shining gate with a warm smile. He sometimes wondered what it would be like to run away, to try being one of the cool ninja. The white-haired boy grabbed his toy once more and examining it with a smile.
“You know,” Riku spoke to the toy, “I sometimes wonder … do they think I’m going to run? Bet they think I’m pretty stupid, huh? We’ll show them one day … or atleast I will.”
The boy broke out in a chuckle, patting his toy before placing it in his pocket. He rose from his rest before looking at the gate once more with a considerate smile. He then bounded away to go find his friends, there has to be something to do today.
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