Izura stood at the base of the kage tower, his arms crossed and a leg propped up as he leaned against the wall of an adjacent building, waiting for Sabaku. The bandages and hospital robes were gone- replaced by his black shinobi attire. It was night time again, this time the clouds blocking any source of moonlight and casting an even darker shadow on the village below. Setting up the meeting was harder than he thought- Sabaku was an anbu operative after all. But he had already seen the anbu’s chakra signature at the beach, making it possible to eventually find the anbu while he was off duty. Part of it was luck too- the village was a vast place, it was only by chance that the Uchiha had managed to find him at a nearby restaurant. He subtly placed a message next to the dinner tab, which indicated to the young anbu to meet him near the base of the kage tower the following night.
Izura hoped that Sabaku had thought things through at the beach. But that was just a glimpse of the true darkness of the world. The truth of the darkness of the village reached deeper than that, and Izura had confirmed it only within days of entering the village at all. His investigation had led him to the base of the kage tower- a hint that it could be the root of operations for a large scale jashinist cult that was kidnapping people to be used as sacrifices. Izura knew that a head-on fight without numbers on his side was akin to suicide. There had to be more planning and preparation. A strike force would likely be needed, if Izura’s speculations proved to be true. In any case, hopefully Sabaku would be willing to listen. Just in case though, he transformed, disguising himself as a member of the stone anbu. There was no point in risking things after all.
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Izura hoped that Sabaku had thought things through at the beach. But that was just a glimpse of the true darkness of the world. The truth of the darkness of the village reached deeper than that, and Izura had confirmed it only within days of entering the village at all. His investigation had led him to the base of the kage tower- a hint that it could be the root of operations for a large scale jashinist cult that was kidnapping people to be used as sacrifices. Izura knew that a head-on fight without numbers on his side was akin to suicide. There had to be more planning and preparation. A strike force would likely be needed, if Izura’s speculations proved to be true. In any case, hopefully Sabaku would be willing to listen. Just in case though, he transformed, disguising himself as a member of the stone anbu. There was no point in risking things after all.
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