The surveillance network was vast. A spider web amalgamation of hidden, wireless cameras, barely tapping into the power grid of Kumogakure’s vast expanse as to remain hidden to the authorities.
The network was quite impressive. 326 cameras in total. The best that money could buy. An amalgamation of wealth accumulated from years of careful planning and execution. Izura was erudite in this process. It was early morning, and he had been working through the night. This hour of the day was one of the two perfect moments to stage an attack- the twilight hours of the day when day and night intermingled at just the right ratio to produce a blindingly distracting twilight. Normal eyes would have a hard time discerning details. He stood sideways on the wall of a second story building, sighing as he placed the final camera in a hidden alcove on the wall. That was the final camera.
Normally the weakness of an Uchiha was their over reliance on sight; overconfidence in the raw power of the sharingan. But as a child Izura had learned to fight blind. Honed over the years through the fires of war, the veteran shinobi had senses as keen as any kage would. And in the next moment he sensed a presence- he could hear footsteps approaching despite the lack of early morning risers. The only people who were up this early were people changing with the Anbu guard, and perhaps shinobi going out to train. But here of all places?
It made little sense. This was just another avenue for most folks. Fairly ordinary in appearance. The only reason for surveillance here was to monitor as an escape route from one of the central parts of the village- beyond that it was completely unremarkable. Izura wrapped a scarf around the lower part of his face, leaning against the wall inconspicuously. Perhaps they’d leave, and that’d be that…
A person emerged from the corner.....perhaps it was a smol child? It sure seemed like it...
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The network was quite impressive. 326 cameras in total. The best that money could buy. An amalgamation of wealth accumulated from years of careful planning and execution. Izura was erudite in this process. It was early morning, and he had been working through the night. This hour of the day was one of the two perfect moments to stage an attack- the twilight hours of the day when day and night intermingled at just the right ratio to produce a blindingly distracting twilight. Normal eyes would have a hard time discerning details. He stood sideways on the wall of a second story building, sighing as he placed the final camera in a hidden alcove on the wall. That was the final camera.
Normally the weakness of an Uchiha was their over reliance on sight; overconfidence in the raw power of the sharingan. But as a child Izura had learned to fight blind. Honed over the years through the fires of war, the veteran shinobi had senses as keen as any kage would. And in the next moment he sensed a presence- he could hear footsteps approaching despite the lack of early morning risers. The only people who were up this early were people changing with the Anbu guard, and perhaps shinobi going out to train. But here of all places?
It made little sense. This was just another avenue for most folks. Fairly ordinary in appearance. The only reason for surveillance here was to monitor as an escape route from one of the central parts of the village- beyond that it was completely unremarkable. Izura wrapped a scarf around the lower part of his face, leaning against the wall inconspicuously. Perhaps they’d leave, and that’d be that…
A person emerged from the corner.....perhaps it was a smol child? It sure seemed like it...
[Tutor Thread Initiated]
[334/1500 words]