It was cold, about fifty degrees with no sun in sight, the darken clouds covered up every bit of sunlight. The sun tried its best to force through rays, but only a few shined down upon Kirigakure. A light layer of mist flooded the surrounding areas, but it was nothing to bad. From the spot in which a teenage girl was standing, she could easily see the Village, the ant-like people walking around, the size was how she viewed them. Weaklings, a mind set she couldnt shake. Moving at a nice pace, he was heading towards the meeting location, which was about thirty feet from Kirigakures main entrance. Two years has passed since she became a Missing-Nin, nothing has changed but the fact people wanted her dead. Having trust issues, she could only count on very few. The Village known as the Hidden Mist.....Bloody Mist in the Era of the Fourth Mizukage. Whispered Sakimoto as he continued her walk. Her equipment was battle standards. Covering her body would be her trademark cloak, long in length, but sleeveless. Her entire body was completely hidden from sight, including her head. The hood was over her head, as a dark black shadow casted over her face, blocking the light to reveal it. Underneath the cloak, she wore a skin tight body suit, black in colour, opposite from the grey cloak. This suit was sleeveless, her forearms were covered by long and fitted wrist warmers. On her right arm, a complete sight of proof in experimenting with Jashins work, is a taboo. A ritual, marked with a powerful sealing art, the Cursed Technique: Right Arm of God/Jashin. This seal had an amazing ability, but took time and chakra to be of any use. Getting closer, the figure that was five foot six was closing in on the meet ground. Summoning seals were marked upon the wrist warmers to bring forth basic Ninja Tools. Also, strapped around her waist is a brown belt, attached to it is a Summon Scroll. Forming ram seal with her right hand, building up chakra. Because of her soul being combined with Zabimaru, her presence was cold, not in a emotional type way, cold. Like a lifeless body, like a icy wonderland, cold. Stopping her movements, she has finally arrived at the meeting spot, but was the first to make it. With her hand still in the ram seal, her index finger could feel the silver skull ring that was upon her middle finger. Her Jashinist Amulet around her neck, this was her complete attire, a reaper in her own right. Her feet, which was inside of dark grey, almost black coloured boots that revealed her brown toes, revealing the skin tone in which he had. Closing her eyes, she awaited the arrival of the rest of her new squad.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:31:54 +0000
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