That damned new recruit. A once aspiring shinobi that went awol all because HE himself decided to strike down his own fiance. A terrible blunder and a huge damning mistake on Shinjo’s part. The ANBU Sennin read through the multiple incident reports that overflowed in his dossier. A failed mission here, a bloody murder on a Tenouzan informant there. To top it all off he consistently painted bar tables with the blood of patrons. Granted, they weren’t the best characters to have around the newly rebuilt suburbs of Cronopolis however there was rule and law to follow. Within the codex one is not to draw attention to themselves as an ANBU operative. Yet, Shinjo wanted to stand out and accept any fight that came his way. Mirō slammed her fist down on her desk in frustration, breaking the solid mahogany desk. “My protégé dared spit on my Organization after I saved his miserable ass.” Her teeth clenched with anger. Shinjo screwed up big time.
“Son of a BITCH.” She shouted, which had been unlike her. Lately her work load stood taller than the Raikage’s new building and with new regimes and shoddy standards being implemented her own pride and duty felt tested. And to top it off, that tall freak from the Main Branch snatched up a promising up-and-comer. If she caught wind of her own protégé going awol and slandering the name of the ANBU, she’d never hear the end of it. Suddenly her office door opened up. Her strategist, Quenchin, entered with a bow. “Mirō-Sama. One of our captains, Hyuuga Honnou, just reported that Shinjo has been admitted into the hospital. Shall we proceed with your plans?”
The ANBU Sennin pushed back in her seat and stood up. A free hand grabbed the black cloak that hung across the back of the chair. “Continue with it. Admit him to the hospital but escort him to the confidential room deep underneath the hospital. I’m sure he’s all sorts of fucked up.” She spoke while adjusting her cloak. Her anger continued to brew within her even as she walked past her captain. “While he’s there, do not administer any medical attention. I’ll tend to his injuries myself.” A wicked smile swept across pink lips only to expose her devilish pearly white toothy grin. Shinjo will learn what happens with insubordination. The lack of elegance and subtlety that the ANBU and herself took great pride in was being tarnished by her hand picked successor. “He’ll regret growing attached to outsiders, again and again. After that, I’ll make sure he forgets it ever happened.” Mirō brushed past her captain, “Come Quenchin. We’ll rendezvous with Honnou and that little shit within the reeducation room.” An obedient nod from Quenchin followed her words. Tagged behind her the two of them stepped through a reality breaking black doorway the Sennin spun from her red hues. As they stepped through to the other side the black doorway zipped back up and out of reality.
The hospital continued to bustle with injured and sickly people, nurses and mednin who worked their asses off. The Medicial Sennin ran a tight ship and from the looks of her you’d think it would be out of fear. However their dedication radiated purely from them based on Midori’s careful attention to the needs of her staff and subordinates. Yet the smell of cleaning supplies had never been more pungent than now. Medical ninja noticed the staggered fool that dripped blood onto the clean floor. Soft hues looked down at their chart. Hidden behind medical papers was a confidential paper with the profile of Tsukinowa Shinjo. Silently, another ninja appeared beside them and pointed to the boy. “Right this way.” An arm directed them towards an elevator in an eerily deserted hallway. “Last floor. Room specified for your common mug.”
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“Son of a BITCH.” She shouted, which had been unlike her. Lately her work load stood taller than the Raikage’s new building and with new regimes and shoddy standards being implemented her own pride and duty felt tested. And to top it off, that tall freak from the Main Branch snatched up a promising up-and-comer. If she caught wind of her own protégé going awol and slandering the name of the ANBU, she’d never hear the end of it. Suddenly her office door opened up. Her strategist, Quenchin, entered with a bow. “Mirō-Sama. One of our captains, Hyuuga Honnou, just reported that Shinjo has been admitted into the hospital. Shall we proceed with your plans?”
The ANBU Sennin pushed back in her seat and stood up. A free hand grabbed the black cloak that hung across the back of the chair. “Continue with it. Admit him to the hospital but escort him to the confidential room deep underneath the hospital. I’m sure he’s all sorts of fucked up.” She spoke while adjusting her cloak. Her anger continued to brew within her even as she walked past her captain. “While he’s there, do not administer any medical attention. I’ll tend to his injuries myself.” A wicked smile swept across pink lips only to expose her devilish pearly white toothy grin. Shinjo will learn what happens with insubordination. The lack of elegance and subtlety that the ANBU and herself took great pride in was being tarnished by her hand picked successor. “He’ll regret growing attached to outsiders, again and again. After that, I’ll make sure he forgets it ever happened.” Mirō brushed past her captain, “Come Quenchin. We’ll rendezvous with Honnou and that little shit within the reeducation room.” An obedient nod from Quenchin followed her words. Tagged behind her the two of them stepped through a reality breaking black doorway the Sennin spun from her red hues. As they stepped through to the other side the black doorway zipped back up and out of reality.
The hospital continued to bustle with injured and sickly people, nurses and mednin who worked their asses off. The Medicial Sennin ran a tight ship and from the looks of her you’d think it would be out of fear. However their dedication radiated purely from them based on Midori’s careful attention to the needs of her staff and subordinates. Yet the smell of cleaning supplies had never been more pungent than now. Medical ninja noticed the staggered fool that dripped blood onto the clean floor. Soft hues looked down at their chart. Hidden behind medical papers was a confidential paper with the profile of Tsukinowa Shinjo. Silently, another ninja appeared beside them and pointed to the boy. “Right this way.” An arm directed them towards an elevator in an eerily deserted hallway. “Last floor. Room specified for your common mug.”
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