When born into this world, shinobi, and people alike, are equipped with a few things: ambition, love, joy and happiness. It is expected of our peers and family members to support us during this period of growth. However, Totetsumonai Oda did not receive support from her peers nor the love from her parents - she only had her brother, Engei, to stand with her. Born with defects at birth, the younger sister was unable to attend the academy and instead was bound to a pair of disappointing crutches. Both her mother and father were disheartened that she was a failure, something that now burdened them profusely. Although they had one able bodied child and they instilled all of their hopes and dreams into him, which weighted heavily on his heart.
He went along with their whispers in his ear but made sure that his sister was loved and protected. She was the apple of his eye and that would never change. When Oda finally found happiness in the form of Endo, a local lad, she became undeniable happier and found light at the end of the tunnel. But fate had another trick up its sleeve, and in a cruel twist, the two were attacked by a ruthless band of drunk thugs: Endo was killed and Oda was left paralysed from the neck down. It was a horrible period in-which relationships between child and parent were tested, and ultimately broken.
Engei relocated himself and his broken sibling to their own home, somewhere away from negativity. It's a slow process but everyday is a new hurdle to face. However, the Chuunin never forgot that night... He never forgave those crooks who were let away with the crime due to insignificant evidence. The hatred truly began to build up in this host of kindness. Engei truly wanted these men to die for what they had done to Endo and Oda. He wanted to break their spines and curdle their blood. He was going to kill them, sooner rather than later.
The Chuunin found himself standing in a clear rooftop with plenty of space within Iwagakure, under the cover of darkness, the Chuunin-attired figure stood with his hand grasped around his sheathed blade as two golden ribbons wafted in the air, which were loosely tied around the hilt of the sword. He would hold out his left hand and stare at it emptily, his face stern. Those dull blue eyes slowly moved from his empty hand, which he suspended in front of him, and looked at the floating fortress that edged around the village. The crumble of paper, the flapped and sharp sounds ululated into existence forming a paper bird. Elegantly, the bird would shoot off into the sky and towards the Shrine.
The messaged edged into the parchment, when unfolded, would read:
He could only but wait for a response.
Sadako still had to get used to how large and imposing the Shrine of the Gods was, the place that acted as the Headquarters of the esteemed Guardians. And the ANBU of course, but not very many people ever mentioned that part. In fact she was starting to think that the ANBU got no respect in the village, or at least anywhere on the level of the Guardians. It made sense though, with their glittery armor and pompousness they easily overshadowed those that worked in the darkness, at least in the public's eye. She leaned back against an open window, her ANBU mask, that of a kitsune and lacking any colorful markings, rested on the side of her head. She needed to start undertaking missions to move up the ranks, get her into the good graces of her superiors so she can start getting more access to their connections, which would make her life so much easier when it came time to hunt down her enemies before they killed her. Missions were few and far between and not very difficult however due to her rank, the young woman getting a good idea of why Yoruko was so frustrated when they restricted the kind of missions he could take.
