Cops. He hated cops.
Shinobi and the function they served within their village was a little more complicated than merely a police force, with some ninja never patrolling or acting as 'peacekeepers' at all. So it was common that some villages had separate police departments to serve in just that role. As you can imagine that line of work attracted bullies, people who peaked as teenagers, and just in general emotionally unstable people with a chip on their shoulder. The Shinobi System had many faults and unfortunately it was not above incompetent police abusing their authority and not really doing anything. Wasting resources ticketing people and picking on the defenseless rather than actually helping anyone. And so, rather predictably, some chain murderer decided to take full advantage of the hopeless situation and begin preying on citizens. It had been going on for about a month at this point until the people handling the investigation admitted their inability to handle it and decided to outsource solutions. That's why Daiji was standing here in a place he'd never willingly set foot in. Konoha Police Department HQ.
"Do you understand?" a voice dripping with faux macho 'authority' sounded out. Underneath a wrapping of bandages only one of the young man's eyes, his left, was visible. But still it twitched irritably at this man's insistence. A glance around the room was all it took to tell him what he needed to know. It was worse than he thought. Nobody was doing anything. A few of the people they had detained he recognized from his sojourns with the underbelly of society. Harmless gamblers, escorts and purveyors of fine goods. No murder suspects. No one shackled for violent crimes. It was like every pre-existing bias he had against these swine had come true before his very eyes. "Sure." he spat back, snatching the dossier out of the man's hand and meeting his gaze with his exposed eye. "You're good po-lice, you swear." His filter was completely gone at this point. Normally calm and composed Daiji-sensei was gone. "That's why I'm here-- doing your job for you." Without another word he turned on his heel and walked out of the building. No way in hell he was sitting around swapping theories and half clues with a bunch of good-for-nothings. He had the info he needed. He had a paper map. He'd put his brain to use and find this killer himself based on area of operation. Now he just needed to find somewhere quiet...
It didn't take long for him to perch up on a rooftop somewhere. Something he didn't normally like doing. It reminded him of his younger days as a more innocent genin with less cares and responsibilities... but it also brought back darker memories. Of when he dabbled in arts not spoken of in front of polite company. "Takes me back." The business his family was involved in was a ruthless one and this whole situation... a killer on the loose, having to skulk around and stalk them until he found them... it was putting him mentally in a place. A place he had no desire to return to. That being said he was assigned this mission. And if he didn't carry out these orders more people would get hurt. Maybe including whoever else they passed this job onto. Someone who would, without a doubt in his mind, be much less suited to the task.
For as much as he loathed the experience Daiji was quite good at it. With an entire childhood and adolescence spent training for exactly this kind of thing he better be. Taking lives as was required of him. Every target was a hunt. And he was molded to be a damn near perfect predator. "Let's see here..." The map of Konoha unfurled before him already had several notes scrawled on it with black paint, the same kind used on scrolls to relay messages between ninja. Next he opened the dossier and spread its pages around the map. Firstly he had to review his intel. There was no list of potential suspects let alone photos of the culprit, but the KPD did at the very least provide photos of the victims. It was obvious from the wound patterns that the killer used some sort of large knife. The general public had taken to calling them 'The Slayer', not so creative as far as killer names go, but then the killer wasn't that inventive either. Even their MO was very typical. They stalked their prey late at night to a secluded part of the village and then attacked when no witnesses were around. Of course there were several unconfirmed reports of sightings but all of them were of varying people fitting completely different descriptions. Once the public got hold of something like this it made it harder for the law to accurately track the killer. But he was not the law. Not by title, anyway. And he was uniquely fit to find this person and bring an end to their brief but shocking reign of terror.
Triangulating the killer's next likely hunting ground took a bit of doing but he managed to narrow the search down to a ten block radius in an isolated stretch of streets in the Oak District. A half mile of the village was too much for him to watch by himself but luckily he had chakra. With some quick molding of the energy he formed the Tora seal with his hands and seconds later three puffs of smoke erupted nearby. Once they cleared three exact doppelgangers of Daiji stood in their place (Elemental Clone). After all nodding to each other they crouched down and leapt their separate ways off of the roof. The original took some time to gather up all of the documents and store them within the appropriate pouches before himself taking off towards his corner of the designated area. There was still some daylight to burn before the killer would become active. And of course there was always the risk that this particular night they didn't venture out. But it had already been some time since the last victim. If not that night then within the next week. Now? It was time to prepare.
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Shinobi and the function they served within their village was a little more complicated than merely a police force, with some ninja never patrolling or acting as 'peacekeepers' at all. So it was common that some villages had separate police departments to serve in just that role. As you can imagine that line of work attracted bullies, people who peaked as teenagers, and just in general emotionally unstable people with a chip on their shoulder. The Shinobi System had many faults and unfortunately it was not above incompetent police abusing their authority and not really doing anything. Wasting resources ticketing people and picking on the defenseless rather than actually helping anyone. And so, rather predictably, some chain murderer decided to take full advantage of the hopeless situation and begin preying on citizens. It had been going on for about a month at this point until the people handling the investigation admitted their inability to handle it and decided to outsource solutions. That's why Daiji was standing here in a place he'd never willingly set foot in. Konoha Police Department HQ.
"Do you understand?" a voice dripping with faux macho 'authority' sounded out. Underneath a wrapping of bandages only one of the young man's eyes, his left, was visible. But still it twitched irritably at this man's insistence. A glance around the room was all it took to tell him what he needed to know. It was worse than he thought. Nobody was doing anything. A few of the people they had detained he recognized from his sojourns with the underbelly of society. Harmless gamblers, escorts and purveyors of fine goods. No murder suspects. No one shackled for violent crimes. It was like every pre-existing bias he had against these swine had come true before his very eyes. "Sure." he spat back, snatching the dossier out of the man's hand and meeting his gaze with his exposed eye. "You're good po-lice, you swear." His filter was completely gone at this point. Normally calm and composed Daiji-sensei was gone. "That's why I'm here-- doing your job for you." Without another word he turned on his heel and walked out of the building. No way in hell he was sitting around swapping theories and half clues with a bunch of good-for-nothings. He had the info he needed. He had a paper map. He'd put his brain to use and find this killer himself based on area of operation. Now he just needed to find somewhere quiet...
It didn't take long for him to perch up on a rooftop somewhere. Something he didn't normally like doing. It reminded him of his younger days as a more innocent genin with less cares and responsibilities... but it also brought back darker memories. Of when he dabbled in arts not spoken of in front of polite company. "Takes me back." The business his family was involved in was a ruthless one and this whole situation... a killer on the loose, having to skulk around and stalk them until he found them... it was putting him mentally in a place. A place he had no desire to return to. That being said he was assigned this mission. And if he didn't carry out these orders more people would get hurt. Maybe including whoever else they passed this job onto. Someone who would, without a doubt in his mind, be much less suited to the task.
For as much as he loathed the experience Daiji was quite good at it. With an entire childhood and adolescence spent training for exactly this kind of thing he better be. Taking lives as was required of him. Every target was a hunt. And he was molded to be a damn near perfect predator. "Let's see here..." The map of Konoha unfurled before him already had several notes scrawled on it with black paint, the same kind used on scrolls to relay messages between ninja. Next he opened the dossier and spread its pages around the map. Firstly he had to review his intel. There was no list of potential suspects let alone photos of the culprit, but the KPD did at the very least provide photos of the victims. It was obvious from the wound patterns that the killer used some sort of large knife. The general public had taken to calling them 'The Slayer', not so creative as far as killer names go, but then the killer wasn't that inventive either. Even their MO was very typical. They stalked their prey late at night to a secluded part of the village and then attacked when no witnesses were around. Of course there were several unconfirmed reports of sightings but all of them were of varying people fitting completely different descriptions. Once the public got hold of something like this it made it harder for the law to accurately track the killer. But he was not the law. Not by title, anyway. And he was uniquely fit to find this person and bring an end to their brief but shocking reign of terror.
Triangulating the killer's next likely hunting ground took a bit of doing but he managed to narrow the search down to a ten block radius in an isolated stretch of streets in the Oak District. A half mile of the village was too much for him to watch by himself but luckily he had chakra. With some quick molding of the energy he formed the Tora seal with his hands and seconds later three puffs of smoke erupted nearby. Once they cleared three exact doppelgangers of Daiji stood in their place (Elemental Clone). After all nodding to each other they crouched down and leapt their separate ways off of the roof. The original took some time to gather up all of the documents and store them within the appropriate pouches before himself taking off towards his corner of the designated area. There was still some daylight to burn before the killer would become active. And of course there was always the risk that this particular night they didn't venture out. But it had already been some time since the last victim. If not that night then within the next week. Now? It was time to prepare.
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