Soundtrack
Woosh…
The sound of what seemed to be a gentle breeze cascaded like sun rays across the area. For one reason or another, it was particularly chilly. However, this was a rather abnormal kind of feeling. It was almost as if
something was causing this. Was this simply superstition? Was it an ill omen of what was to befall this already off-putting land? Perhaps the two were not mutually exclusive. One thing that was true, however, was that someone reminiscent of a demon had finally entered this district. Rumors that had reached him despite how far away he was drew him in. There was an odd kind of aura that exuded from the words of those whom he had heard these tales from. It was unlike other kinds of small talk or fairy tales that one would hear at any given time. What was described to him was a grotesque kind of rumor that excited him. People were going missing despite their demonstrated prowess. Most would find such a mysterious prospect terrifying.
Most were not
Sena, however.
There was no one more selfish, no one more self-indulgent, and no one more chaotic than him. An enigma to all – even the Hidden Mist Village itself. He seemed to have just…
appeared one day out of the mist. As with most things, no one questioned his presence. Unless directly confronted, he rarely allowed for his overwhelming intent to spring forth. So far, he had free reign to do what he wanted. Killing, stealing, and terrorizing were quite easy to get away with when one chose the right targets. Instead of attempting some sort of coup, he simple chipped away at lesser known targets and areas. Places that had formidable opponents, yet forgettable presences. After all, how would someone investigate a massacre that had no
blood?
Tap…
Tap…
Tap…
This sound seemed to slightly echo through the relatively quiet district. The man’s head was held high – he didn’t care if he seemed conspicuous, because he would get his answers one way or another. Either someone would willingly tell him, or he would play with the brain until he touched the right part of it to force an answer. Both were an option, yes, but one was much more fun. There were a third, fourth, fifth, and even sixth option, too, but that was to be expected given that torture can be anything that one wants it to be.
A distinct crimson pinstripe pattern adorned him and was left uncovered. He felt that there was no need to hide the village he came from. Confrontation would be a simple warmup to the beast he was looking to tame. Though, he didn’t sense a single presence that could give him a fun time quite yet. His eyes moved left to right as a steady excess of vitamins and minerals began to rush to his ears, temporarily increasing his hearing. So far, nothing piqued his interest. It was mostly small talk – what you’d expect within a typical district anyway.
Breathing in slowly then out loudly, a very audible sigh escaped him. At this rate, he wouldn’t get a chance to enjoy the battle he was looking for. His goal was to tame darkness itself. Anything in this world, animate or inanimate, could be controlled. In his own eyes, there was no such thing as a power ceiling. His own potential was infinite. There was nothing inhibiting him from reaching it – no family, friends, or even enemies. Hopefully, the “item” he was seeking could break this intense boredom he constantly felt.
“Did you hear about what happened with that last Shinobi unit?”
A particularly quiet conversation is happening just beyond him around the corner in the alley. He walks up to a wall on his right and leans against it mainly with his upper back, so as to not cause discomfort from pressing against the sheathe on his back that housed both of his blades. He closes his eyes and continues to listen
”Did you hear where they went to investigate the rumors? I wanna steer clear of that area, I’m not trying to die…”
A single violet eye can now be seen peering in the direction where he is listening, this may be the key he’s looking for.
”Well, actually, yeah… But I’m not sure if this is the best place to get into a lot of detail. Let’s go back to my place."
Bingo
Sena’s body shifts to the right and he takes a single step, interjecting his presence between the two men who were whispering. A
thick mist has overtaken the area simultaneously with his movement from the wall to the alley. His bright smile is the only thing visible to both men who are both within arm’s reach.
Oddly enough, the only one to react is the man with the information. For one reason or another, his companion was not speaking. Unfortunately, the reason for this was rolling towards them. Sena's outstretched arm firmly held onto the shoulder of the man containing the information. His other hand guided his face towards the ground by cupping his chin with his palm, where a head found itself bumping into their feet. Not only did this imply that the man should not scream, but he wouldn’t have a chance to do this either. The moment that any kind of muscle tensed around his throat, he would squeeze hard enough to force his mouth shut.
The index of his left hand that was cupping his chin was distinctly cold. The man would feel a dripping sensation rolling down his cheek and then off of it entirely with each passing second. It was now evident that Sena didn’t behead his companion with brute force, instead, he simply made a cut shallow enough to draw blood and then beheaded him with that blood in the same fashion that a sharp enough wire could. Hopefully, the man would choose his words wisely.
”Now tell me, where did these events occur?”