The world around him moved to the blue end of the red shift as he continued to increase in speed (if you don’t know what 'red shift' is, maybe ask an astrophysicist you know to explain it to you?). His demonic blood pumped through his veins like fire, forcing his body to higher and higher extremes. His destination Konohagakure, the village hidden in leaves.
As he sprinted up the vertical surface of the village walls he paused momentarily to take stock, he knew he would be momentarily silhouetted agains the night sky but the wall was the highest point in close proximity. Scanning the dark village below him he almost gasped out loud, though maintaining his composure and stillness.
The village sprawled far beyond its previous bounds, now a city unto itself. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps 'village' was no longer appropriate. His old eyes scanned the layers of buildings, his vision aided by the complicated optics within his Anbu mask. The clockwork ticked through focus lenses before he finally found what he was looking for, the dark shadow of the Hokage Tower off in the distance deep in the heart of the city.
His beige Anbu Captain robes (albeit probably forty years out of date) rippled in the light breeze blowing over the forest towards the village, hitting him in the back as he crouched atop the wall. He had not set foot in this village for almost forty years (though he knew his outdated picture was still present in their 'BINGO' book) but he was returning now with a purpose.
He was here to murder the Hokage...
As he sprinted up the vertical surface of the village walls he paused momentarily to take stock, he knew he would be momentarily silhouetted agains the night sky but the wall was the highest point in close proximity. Scanning the dark village below him he almost gasped out loud, though maintaining his composure and stillness.
The village sprawled far beyond its previous bounds, now a city unto itself. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps 'village' was no longer appropriate. His old eyes scanned the layers of buildings, his vision aided by the complicated optics within his Anbu mask. The clockwork ticked through focus lenses before he finally found what he was looking for, the dark shadow of the Hokage Tower off in the distance deep in the heart of the city.
His beige Anbu Captain robes (albeit probably forty years out of date) rippled in the light breeze blowing over the forest towards the village, hitting him in the back as he crouched atop the wall. He had not set foot in this village for almost forty years (though he knew his outdated picture was still present in their 'BINGO' book) but he was returning now with a purpose.
He was here to murder the Hokage...
