Asura [Team Thread/DE/Open]

[An'ei Sekitan]

A meadow in the south of Kusagakure no Sato, flanked by a crescent of flora and trees, reachable only by a path long forgotten. It was barely becoming morning, the grey of the sky just now fading before the golden glow of the sun, washing over the scene from Houkou’s right. Sekizen stood beside him on his left, his black fur absorbing the light, his piercing blue eyes icy and watching, three times the size of any normal wolf (Huge). Yet the dangerous one in this copse was not the enormous Worg, though mythical it was, but the man beside it.

Stark white hair framing a masculine face, handsome, yet not without a battle scar or two. Crimson red orbs for eyes, no pupil to speak of, watching the horizon for those that would make up his cell. A black tank-top adorned a well-muscled body, red bracers upon the forearms, black jeans, and black boots upon the feet. On his hip rested two different blades, although both seemed rather plain, one in a white sheathe and one in a black, although the black sheath seemed to hold a nebula within it. Other than that, there were fifteen kunai about his person and a mask. The Mask of the Demon Dog, like a black demonic wolf grinning, hanging from his hips, with two horns upon the brow. They matched the placement of the two black horns upon Houkou’s own brow in placement, although the length of the horns on the mask was ten centimeters with a slight upward curve, and Houkou’s horns were only eight centimeters in length.

Houkou reached into his pocket and after a moment produced a single cigarette, placing the unlit cylinder to his lips, and lighting it with a snap of his right hand fingers. Taking a drag, he would exhale a cloud of smoke, curious how long it was actually going to take them. He wasn’t known for his patience. “Think they’re gonna show, Sekizen,” he asked, turning toward the enormous Worg next to him, cigarette hanging from his lips loosely for the time. “I would be surprised if they do, Houkou,” answered the enormous beast in the Common Language. While Houkou had a deep and clear voice, Sekizen sounded just shy of a growl that could rattle windows. Both man and beast turned back to watch.

[jintai]

Kiru wore his typical combat attire  which consist of skin tight black shirt that reaches to his wrist and breathable black tights. Over that he has a grey jacket with a simple hood. For pants are regular shorts that are a matching grey to his jacket. He wears typical black shinobi boots. On both his hips were two wakizashi the third sitting on the small of his back. It had been brought to his attention that he was finally a part of a team. It almost reminded him back to his smuggling and assassin days outside of the village. Killing and killing and then killing some more Kiru thought just how heartless he was and laughed. But he also spared some people too who didn't have to die even he could be somewhat just.

By now he should coming up to site where the team was suppose to meet. He had followed the necessary path almost getting lost on the way. He had never really been to the southside of the village even in his hunt for rebels. None the less the refreshing trees and flowers was a joyful sight along with the rising sun. Kiru made his first steps and almost saw the giant wolf creature and the man smoking next to it. He said nothing looking between the two back and forth before simply bowing and popping his head back with a grin. "Kiru Yamanaka nice to meet you." He would say walking closer to the pair although slightly on edge. It wasn't everyday you got to meet a giant wolf.

[An'ei Sekitan]

So this sapling, this pup, is the only one that showed? Better than I expected, but still not good enough. Houkou removed the cigarette from his mouth with his left hand, incinerating it in a flash of raw Katon, and allowing the wind to blow the ashes away. Sekizen rose an eyebrow at the boy before them when he started inching closer, having bowed previously, and began to show his fangs. The man gave the Worg a side glance and a very distinct ‘tch’ escaped from the Worg, a very human response. Then those crimson blood eyes were turned on the boy himself, Kiru Yamanaka, and the intensity of the stare could stagger a stampede.

“Best not get too close, pup. Sekizen is rather…protective.” Houkou looked Kiru up and down once, inspecting him so to speak, and then tapped his chin. “You don’t look it, but your profile claims you’re a Taimaster. Even during the raid on the river to clear those weeds, I never saw you fight, but that does not matter overly much.” He placed his hands in his pockets, standing casually before his new Genin subordinate, curious how this was going to turn out. “What would you say your specialty is from an AnBu perspective, Kiru?” Houkou began to walk to Kiru’s left, his own right, while still watching the boy. Simultaneously, Sekizen began to walk to Kiru’s right, his own left, and the two of them began to circle the boy just six meters away each, passing each other halfway around, and then again on the other half.

“Think carefully on this answer, because it will determine your path in life, and possibly keeping your life on that path.” A cold breeze ruffled Houkou’s hair and caused Sekizen’s fur to shimmer as it was moved, a few leaves passing on the outside of the circle, and the sun steadily climbing into the sky so that people could finally start their mornings. I will help you grow into the powerful beast you could become.

[jintai]

Pissing off the giant wolf was the last thing he wanted to do. So Kiru promptly shot his hands up in defense and backed away a few steps."I'm not all that tasty by the way I'm pretty sour." Kiru stated with a nervous grin. Those eyes looked like it was going to pounce any moment and devour him. Even with his arms flash not even he could take down such a creature. Not without the element of surprise of course. But he'd be at a disadvantage because animals had highly attuned senses regardless.

From there the man went on by talking how was a proclaimed taimaster. Also bringing up the raid on the WEEDs which was the rebel group they had eliminated. From what Kiru could hazily remember from the ordeal he only killed one person and was on guard duty outside away from all the real fighting. Before he could even comment the man had asked to talk what his specialty within the ANBU would be and he couldn't hold back a smile. It was helping him erase the edge especially when was he was being circled by a high level ninja and giant wolf.

"Simple assassination. No sounds or even realization of the target's death. The only thing I was raised to do and have done ever since I was a child." That was the most honest answer he could give really. "I have aptitude for ninjutsu and genjutsu. I simply don't have the chakra levels to rely on jutsu in battle heavily. Therefore I focus on creating opportunities to take down my target with one decisive blow with my blade. Not even the other me dares to drag out a fight." It was always hard to hint at Kuro his alter ego because it wasn't such a light subject to be touched upon for most.

[An'ei Sekitan]

Houkou and Sekizen stopped moving in unison, standing before the boy once again, having heard all the boy had to say. From birth, huh? And this is all he has to show for it? That body is weak, but maybe I can use him to make Kusa strong again. The corner of Sekizen’s mouth twitched just a moment before spreading into a grin. “Looks like you said the magic words, boy,” the Worg barked, speaking in common with a growling undertone, “He’ll either kill you or keep you.” Houkou himself was tapping his chin, using the inside of his index finger, almost as if he wasn’t to say shush; he was deep in thought.

“Kiru. I will need to see the art of your bladework and listen to what it sounds like when it tastes blood.” Houkou took his hands from his pockets, allowing the fingertips to brush the hilts of either blade, and then crossed them before him. Wish I hadn’t smoked my last cigarette. “Your test to be part of this team will to become AnBu, Cat Division,” Houkou grinned maliciously, his own fangs showing, appearing every bit a demon with his horns in clear view upon his brow. “I will go to the tower and select a mission for us and then we will begin immediately. Do. Not. Fail.” With that he would move around the boy, strolling from the clearing and heading toward the Tower of the Kusakage. “Come. Both of you.” Sekizen would follow behind, but they would not wait for Kiru. He would have to keep up.

{Exit}

[jintai]

When the pair had stopped in front of him Kiru was unsettled by that grin. This man was like him in a way and when people like them grinned only hell followed suit. This came true when the giant wolf started talking about how he did it now. The words "he'll keep your or kill you" really rung in his head as he took a step back in anticipation gripping the handle of his left  blade with his right hand. Things might be getting crazy he thought to himself with a grin of his own. This might really be the end of the road or something.


But instead the man simply explained to him he needed to see what his blade sounded like. Which was something that caught him off guard. Yet not enough to keep him off edge as of far. From there he was told that his job would to become an ANBU of the cat division. And as of right now they were to go on a mission together. As Houkou walked off with his wolf Kiru simply sighed releasing the intense grip he had on his blade. Not even his own master had such blood lust and intimidation even she was trying to kill him. "These ninja are something else" Kiru chuckled as he turned and darted after the two to keep up.

[Exit]