Honor Among Shinobi

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Dawn was approaching. The bright oranges and the reds of the sun were covering the greatness of the vast sky. It reminded him of his time waking up in the early daybreak with his father to view the sunset. His mother would cook biscuits with pork sausage cooked into the dough. He sighed in a relaxed way of the memory. The feelings of nostalgia started to flow through him. He then made a promise to himself that he would visit his mother after this misson. How ever long this mission would take, he would be sure that he would come out alive.

The leap off of the edge of the rowboat that ended in a splat. "Oh great..marshlands," he mumbled while pouring chakra through his feet ontop of the murky water. He would wait for his comrades to exit the boat before he would pull the boat out of the water. Hopefully, being assisted by at least one of them. There was a light fog that lightly covered the thicket of trees and cattails. The mission was to take down a Nukenin from Kumogakure. Kumogakure was always known for many things one of them was producing crafty Jounin. He didn't know much about the target other than what was given in the mission details. A raiton and doton user. That was a bit trouble some, but he wasn't sure of her overall skills.

The ways of a shinobi varied from person to person. Some wanted to protect their family and their village, while others had higher goals. Devro wasn't the one that truly had a shinobi way. Most of his life, he aspired to be like his father. Though, the war had changed him and many others. He currently wanted to see his village thrive and secretly aspired to have great power. He didn't like the current Mizukage even though he had fought with him on the battlefield a few times. The Mizukage was a strong person, but was terrible in how he dealt with politics. Devro thought that he could have made a better Mizukage, but could careless for holding the position itself. He always kept these thoughts to himself. It could be considered treason if he ever muttered them aloud. Kirigakure's administration didn't look too kindly on treason. The village was still divided even after the war ended. He wasn't sure why the current kage was chosen, but he tried not to dwell on the thoughts.

Not giving direct eye contact with his comrades, he started to take a couple of steps toward the tree line. "It's best we get moving. The faster we take these guys out the better. I'm itching to bleed these guys to out," he said while drawing his blade from his back. The Volcano Slayer was his prized weapon. It's origin hailed from the land of his ancestors. The blade had spilled a lot of blood, but only from his hand was it ever wielded. Without waiting for a response from his comrades, he hopped onto the nearest branch and began darting away to locate his first victims. He was taking this mission as a training exercise, but he knew the consequences of making a mistake could be futile.

He hoped that his comrades followed behind him or at least were able to keep up. It would be very inconvenient if they were to get separated. They didn't know the enemies strengths or size, which made the mission a bit tricky. It was nothing that he hadn't dealt with before. The idea of not knowing was somewhat exciting. Though, his excitement probably came from having not trained for a few days. Constant training usually kept him calm and collected, though today...today he was going to kill somebody. Everyone had to die some time or another. He had to make sure that his comrades would come out alive. Looking back to check if his comrades were behind him.

Then, he looked toward a group of four men. One was maintaining a makeshift campfire that was sending scent of fish into the tree tops. Two were taking a nap in sleeping bags and the remaining one seemed to be reading a book. After monitoring them for a short while, he noticed that the one reading a book had a weapon at his side. The weapon looked foreign to him. It was the form of a large hammer. He had seen many types of weapons in the war, but by far that was a strange weapon. Devro scratched his chin with left hand and decided to sheath his blade. He wasn't sure on how he should go about this, but he definitely wanted to see that monstrosity of a hammer in action. Shrugging his shoulders, he squatted down on the tree branch like a hawk eyeing its prey.

He figured that it would be best to take out the majority of the guys in one go. The guy with the hammer happened to be the furthest away from him so, he did what thought was appropriate at the time. He formed the tiger hand seal and inhaled deeply. The fire chakra began stirring in his gut. It was then expelled through a wide flame that rained down fire from among the trees. Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku The flame from his mouth consumed the surrounding area and the heat caused the trees to catch a flame. He knew that this technique would catch them off guard. Surprise attacks weren't really his thing, but he rather have the advantage in catching them off guard.