Kutari Uchiha Nov 26, 2018 21:24:24 GMT -5
Post by Kutari on Nov 26, 2018 21:24:24 GMT -5
Kutari stands at 6’0 weighing 156 pounds. He has a light brown complexion with a lean-toned body to match, his skin typically glimmering lighter with the sun’s radiance. He wields captivating ambar eyes which are easily discerned with a focused glance in a crowd as he has long shaggy-like locks of brown hair with autumn tips which falls below his neck, the texture silky and limp.
During these days Kutari is often seen with a black v neck t shirt underneath a white silk robe with the top portion of the robe cut in half diagonally to expose the shirt below. A black belt like scarf will be wrapped around his waist, tying the robe in place as he wears black sandals. Wielding his black gloves, on his left arm is the tattoo of a chinese dragon which was etched onto him after months of experimative operation by researchers back when he was present within the facility.
Sometimes he may switch to earlier garments that he’s worn before, being a white t shirt of the v-neck variety underneath a black jacket with golden buttons and outlining, while he would wear black pants and shoes of a similar design. A purple scarf would be present wrapped around his waist holding down a golden red oyori, this outfit present during his time of war as it’s easier to hold his weaponry.
Personality:Kutari would best be described as apathetic, typically wielding an indifferent mindset when it comes to life and all its forms. He has little value for another’s life, having no qualms or guilt with killing in cold blood. It’s often assumed by those who know little of his past he believes himself to be above others and simply kills as he wishes, effectively housing some sort of god complex, though that couldn’t be farther from the truth, raised in an utterly abusive human trafficking environment which required him to kill off any sort of emotion outside of anger and hatred to properly due what was expected of him and survive. For this same reason he struggles with experiencing sympathy, though he can draw conclusions from a logical standpoint, he’s numb to comprehending the emotional aspect of an individual as he was deprived of such a sensation. An anomaly amongst human beings, he’s fazed by little stimuli and is extremely difficult to read outside of assuming he’s cold-hearted and cruel.
The man struggles with putting faith in others and is always preparing for them to fail and devising a backup plan, witnessing it all like a strategical simulation as he’s essentially gambling away lives, after numerous letdowns and the previous war with Shimagakure, he finds it hard to put trust in people’s capabilities, especially if they wield strong emotions as he’s witnessed such people suddenly failing despite having a great probability of success. He’s constantly watching people and analyzing them, judging the type of person they are and trying to figure out how they operate before even speaking, an analyst at heart with a pairing with natural strategizing, he’s seen as a formidable foe in war times.
Recognized as a sadist, he enjoys the thrill of combat and witnessing pain and blood expel out of a person’s body. Though over the years he’s better tamed that aspect of himself, the chains of slavery will never unlatch his person. From the few who got to see him in action upon arriving at Numachigakure to his current time, they’re able to easily see improvement upon his conduct, though it’s not simply not as feral as it was once before. Coupling his apathy with the degree of sadism, the man is fully willing to torture prisoners with not a bat of the eye if he ever wanted to, his mission and willingness to succeed knowing no bounds. Kutari sadistic traits can be quite detrimental to others around him, as he himself learned through pain and suffering at times may do the same truly believing it’s the best way to teach someone, unable to hold back and exerting his best. Housing a sadistic humor, it can be quite difficult to deal with seeing as he’s extremely calculating and critical, sometimes acting out of line and having no issue with going far beyond what’s necessary. A blunt character, he would speak his mind without little filter as he lacks any compassion with how another may feel, saying whatever he feels necessary to get his point across or reach a certain goal.
Over the years at times he was asked to carry out espionage missions, especially during his time at the facility, and therefore has developed a manipulative mindset and silver tongue. He knows what to say and how to say it in order to get a rise with his opposition, and if he’s expecting something out of an exchange, is willing to instigate a certain reaction or event to get what’s needed. What he expects most is results, not a fan of wasting time as it’s only detrimental.
Though above all, after his time with the janitor, it’s possibly one of the best times to reach his broken persona. After years of torment and mistreatment, the man can still be described in a sense a victim of his own past, though still able to be repaired to a more approachable personality. Lacking a good amount of important individual in his life, he can be influenced by others depending on how close they may be to him given time, though he will surely be extremely hostile and avoidant to such a tide. He struggles with dealing with what all has happened in his past, still battling his own internal demons and wishing to find some sort of escape, though unable to come upon it as of yet. He’s built various walls of fear around himself as he continues to go through this consistent uphill battle to finally be at peace within himself, though remains unsure if it could ever come.
History:A past which few would wish to be haunted by, Kutari was born within the tranquil mountain country to his respective parents Takashi and Shayumi, both hailing from the Uchiha clan. A member of Chusekigakure through his families ties as active Shinobi, throughout his early youth he was met with pleasantries and social interaction on the daily, unscathed by the common misfortunes of life such as poverty and strong family ties, which his envious peers were accustomed to. The Uchiha name cemented the image of an all too perfect life when viewed from the outside, a powerful and well groomed clan to hail from with supportive kinsman to benefit from, easily able to join the military might of the village due to his blood alone. Though there would be more at hand then what meets the eye, behind closed doors and away from the unknowing society would be a world that Kutari properly resented as it opposed the respectable and grand clan and life which he heard so much about from his peers. Inner conflict and disagreement would be a consistent trait which cursed the clan as the need to invoke their own dominance prevailed over all, from a young age Kutari understood this frivolous shortcoming of his clansmen and though wished not to partake in such an unnecessary cycle, was forced to do so out of fear.
His parents as Uchiha loyalists carried a similar understanding and disconnect with the inner workings of the Uchiha clan, albeit a much weaker flame burning within as their experienced souls lacked the same rebellious might as Kutari. Though this insight forced their hand to prepare him for the worst, fearing that he may be labeled as weak or disowned from the clan entirely, taking it into their own hands to begin his training as early as possible, an act of kindness to protect the boy despite him not understanding the true intentions of such a decision. A cold and distant exterior would suddenly inhabit his caregivers, the shift as clear as day to night. The conflicted emotion within their words and disruptive way of conducting themselves in the various training sessions remained unclear to the young Uchiha, despite the insight and wisdom he held from a young age easily able to come to such a critical conclusion, his own feelings clouding such a judgement and instead being reciprocated as a hostile individual. The manifestation of the Uchiha clan possessing his parents body and mind, despite his emotional might and forming hatred for the entity, his technique was lackluster and combative skill, though a heart throbbing activity to partake in, failed in the necessary lethality and precision to properly excel at. In all, he was nothing more than one wielding a ferocious passion and gifted mind, though unable to succeed at real time combat just yet, which for the Uchiha was nothing more than a failure. The disappointment which laid in his clansmen eyes learning of such a failure remained prominent, with a more disheartened gaze from his vacant parents.
It wasn’t until one fateful night after this conclusion became clear that his world would begin to change and become all but a devilish nightmare, as he was awoken by his parents in the dead of night, told to get up and follow them away from their home. As he looked back upon his burning home while guided by his parents with a hand, it was clear that this would be the last time he saw this place, unable to discern whether he was sad or overjoyed by the fact, recognizing that his parents chose their child and would return to their previously kindhearted and warming personalities. His life seemed as if it would turn around after that, traveling war away from the mountain country as they soon resided within the outskirts of the marsh country, far away as they made sure to leave little trace and began setting up a new home, secluded from society. His parents would return to their frequent smiles and genuine happiness as they spent quality time together, the three of them being all that was needed for a proper life. His father would teach him the importance of family and strength in order to protect himself, and describe though the Uchiha clan had its faults that they weren't to blame for what had happened, trying to invoke respect and unison with others. His mother appealed to his interest in various arts and books containing knowledge which he reaped with a greed-filled grasp. It wasn’t until a time when he was sent to go fetch from firewood for the coming winter that disaster struck, as he returned home to a slightly opened door seeming to be clawed at and damaged, upon entering the home he’d find his parents atop of one another in a crimson pool of blood, mangled and desecrated with quite a few hooded individuals centered around them. Unable to look his two caregivers in the eyes any longer, a vacant slot being present as it seemed they were plucked out leaving a trail of blood leaving the sockets. An array of emotions and shocking fear entered his body as he watched the horror before him, unable to truly grasp what was going on, hoping this to be a terrible dream he would soon wake up from. Though as he tried to move forward in bewilderment, hearing the splash as he took a step forward, looking down at his feet and seeing just how far this trail of blood reached, imagining what all happened to his parents while he was away, he began to see red as it was reflected within his eyes, a surge of chakra which was much too strong for him to handle and recall as he dashed throughout his enemies and began fighting them off, taking down a few as he aimed to bathe in their blood and kill all who opposed him. He continued until suddenly stopped by a strong grasp from behind, a man dressed in a suit and tie with a top hat on looking from above, looking to be fascinated with Kutari’s eyes. “You’ll do” is all he said before suddenly Kutari became unconscious, his mind becoming fuzzy as he fell to the ground.
As he awoke, he would find himself in a rather luxurious room as the doors opened to guide him out of the room. Taking him down a long steel corridor, he found himself in a vast underground establishment coated in steel and metal with various children the same age as himself or older being present, various dark patches and stains remained riddled in the place as Kutari was introduced into what could be described as a human trafficking project, taking children and the likes to fight each other and breed apathetic lunatics that have a great deal of bloodlust and combative skill to fight for them in a grand arena and carry out exclusive espionage missions. After the display Kutari showed in his home fighting off the ringleader’s lackies, it was clear Kutari possessed a great deal of potential which would be wasted if killed. He would be broken down of any sense of individuality and treated cruelly, abused and beaten by the ones who supervised him if he didn’t follow directions or if these “wardens” were simply bored, instructed to lose any sense of care of sympathy for other individuals and inflict the greatest amount of pain. Suddenly being put into this life was petrifying for the boy, especially as the genjutsu the ringleader - better known as Mr. Yomo - used continued to pronounce a fuzzy image on what happened to him before he arrived in this facility, only coming up as sporadic images of his past.
During this time in his life, what was once love and compassion for others became replaced with hatred and apathy, a consistent anger with the main theme with the boy as the feeling of being forsaken by some individual who was meant to protect decided to construct him within this hell, though unable to recall who or what it was. Too fearful to rise up and fight for his freedom as he watched so many people like himself, alone and scared in his establishment beaten down and killed, so many bodies he was forced to bury or choose being buried with them, at certain points he was even instructed to torture his peers as the wardens were too lazy but wanted to see bloodshed. This facility built upon blood and bones would intend to keep the cycle going, cultivating a hateful presence that quickly lost his hope in the world and ever making it out of this place, an inner fear of the man he saw every now and then who was described as the leader causing him to stay away from any thought of escape. As he grew in age he also grew in experience, where his parents failed in bringing out the best in his combative might and comprehension, wishing to preserve his heart and sense of happiness, these devils completely threw away such an understanding and instead replaced it with turmoil and anguish, further bolstering his skill in combat and becoming a stronger force to be reckoned with. In time he became one of the most ideal work to their program, abandoning all hope and becoming similar to that of a robot, convincing himself long ago he enjoyed inflicting pain upon others and causing destruction, a means of coping with the trauma and guilt he faced daily after all the sins he was forced to commit, nothing more than a dog to these people. Kutari would hate himself and all which he held within, a weakling that was too scared to fight against his oppressors, though having a greater will to live in which he could never bring himself to allowing himself to die.
Despite the accelerated rate which he was growing at, dedicating himself to training for the sake of others, Mr. Yomo didn’t see it as good enough, not wanting to put him in the ring with others until seeing the full development of his eyes, witnessing the boy lacking the usage of his bloodline capabilities. For this reason, he would take matters into his own hands, locking Kutari in a cell and provoking a genjutsu on the boy expecting a certain outcome out of the genjutsu, implementing his consciousness to guide him to such an outcome. Kutari would experience this as the missing piece to his memory as the genjutsu represented his home in the marsh country, the home that was built in time. Kutari felt a sense of happiness and joy which he lost for so long as he rekindled the flame with his parents, resurrected from the dead as he spent days with them, enjoying a life of peace. A world that wasn’t associated with the real world, he remembered nothing about his early childhood nor the facility he resided within, completely inhabited in this moment. Though as the days went on in a flash, he was met with one night as he was being put to sleep by the two, when suddenly he received cryptic messages from them both, asking why he allowed them to die. In a spiraling scene, he was plopped outside where he looked at the home he once knew, walking up to the same door he witnessed several claw marks on, a sense of deja vu being present as he opened up the door, his parents on the floor already deceased. The genjutsu continued to loop him within his scene, restarting whenever he fell away from what Yomo had in mind for the boy to draw his conclusions to, altering the scene ever so slightly and implementing his voice to properly manipulate him.
It took quite a while in his own sense of time to get on the right path, as he wanted to suppress his anger and prominent emotions and try to replace them with what made him happy, though he began to witness a shadow that got away just as he entered the crime scene, trying to chase after the suspect, with each failure the scene would repeat with the figure becoming slower. Though as he tried to catch the killer, his parent’s body would become animated as they intended to attack and kill him, calling the boy a traitor and forsaking them, damning the child to hell and wishing he was never born. The words spoken to him in repetition and continuous abuse overtime made him question what he was even fighting against, who he was fighting for, and what was he even trying to save. Finally catching the figure just as he finished the deed, it would turn out to be a much more chaotic yet calm version of himself, as if repeating this show much longer then he needed to. Having a bout of ideologies, Kutari became to lean towards his opposing images self of viewing the world and any sense of being saved or hopeful, the people who seemed to be able to save him and restore the person he wished he was once again actually being the enemy as they were the ones to left him to begin with. In the care of Chusekigakure and his clansmen, instead they ran away with their weak bodies and skill, unable to even teach him how to properly defend against himself, leaving Kutari alone in the world, effectively being the reason why the Uchiha suffers every second of his life, due to their own weakness. The world is inhabited by only cruel and devilish individuals, and you need power to survive and do what you want, to not be taken advantage of. As he became converted in this ideology and beliefs, it became clear why the Uchiha operate in such a fashion and have such success, power is all that’s necessary to survive in this world, relying on others is simply sacrificing your freedom. Pride began to ring in his mind as he recalled what truly happened that night, overjoyed that his parents were killed in cold blood as he was freed from such weak caregivers, now able to begin possessing true power, first in the only good thing his clan was able to bestow upon him in blood. As the genjutsu continued, he was given a blade in hand now knowing what he had to do, feeling the power surge in his eyes as he became more reactive and possessing a greater sense that felt familiar, no longer chasing after a figure and instead being said figure. He opened the door, battling his parents as he turned against the two who caused him to suffer for so long, ridding himself of the toxic section of his life which will bring the rest of him down, preserving his own meaning of life alone. After beating the two and killing them off, he was broken free of the genjutsu as he now possessed the fully developed version of his optical glance, a sinister mindset resting upon the beholder.
Soon after this grand event he trained for himself solely and began to take matters into his own hands, playing his part for the oppressors and inflicting pain on others as he looked for a way out, to take back his freedom. The boy would focus on his weaponry skills as it began a prized skill set of his, recognizing his interest already being present before being reborn, now ready to take matters into his own hands. Also educating himself in fuuinjutsu after recently being experimented on by researchers in the facility, implementing a fuuinjutsu tattoo on his arm to bolster his capabilities, though he always held a sort of affinity for the jutsu type as is. He would be introduced to the fighting arena after finally reaching the pinnacle of success Yomo had in mind, though Kutari knew he could do much more. Fighting in the arena and winning his bouts, he became well known in the facility for his weaponry skills alone, not even taking into account what else he could do. Other ringleaders of various similar facilities present in these arenas wanted to buy Kutari for a grand price, his age and expertise already being a powerful asset, though Yomo would always refuse.
As the days drawed out, being a prisoner to this Mr. Yomo character for 5 years, it wasn’t until afterwards that the nearby major village Numachigakure laid siege on an ongoing arena event as Shinobi suddenly appeared arresting as many as they can, the village getting tipped off due to it’s growing popularity in the world. Though Numachigakure stated they wished to free those many individuals enslaved and preserve their rights, in actuality the ensuing war between them and Shimagakure would be the true reason behind their attack. Hoping to gain strong assets to place into the war as it recently started and seemed to be on the losing end, the Numakage at the time gave the green light to do so. Kutari would be one of the many arrested during this time, and given an ultimatum being imprisonment or to join the village as a Shinobi and become protected. A feeling of disgust washed over him as he once again was taken from one oppressor and just given to another, though the thought of having an easier reign to walk around was quite tempting, allowing him to surely get away or even make himself his own owner in time. Regardless, imprisonment wouldn’t be an option for the boy as he couldn’t calculate how long it would take to break out in an unknown prison, therefore he chose the latter.
Instantly being placed on the front lines of the war, Kutari would watch as many of his peers would die in the line of duty, though never bat an eye as he continued his own mission. Fighting and battling as usual, enjoying every second of it as the passion for violence and combat being all too sweet, though the boy would be consistently irritated as he was forced to fight someone else’s battle, especially someone who wouldn’t even fight on the front lines. As he watched and saw the plans which the various generals and commanders had in mind when it came to attack or defend, he’d know which would fail or succeed as he was taught and cultivated to be a natural strategist, though never spoke a word as he cared little if those around him perished, though expected to be rewarded for his contribution to the waras he remained one of the few still standing after the various battles collecting a vast amount of great feats and victories in the bouts.
As the war was nearing an end as Numachigakure was on the losing side, the kage in question finally decided to lead a final assault to break the Shimagakure cordon, with Kutari being in the forces. As mayhem continued on, Numachi reaching shocking levels of failure as they lost almost 80% of their forces while the Shima amount was miniscule. After this attack which utterly failed, the war ended with Numachi losing many numbers and essentially getting nowhere, believed to soon kill themselves off as their leadership was poor and they were economically devastated.
After the war, Kutari got essentially nothing for his contribution despite doing quite the number compared to his peers, receiving the rank of Chuunin and a small amount of money, his rank having been higher if he were born of the village and didn’t have such a destructive personality. He would resent the kage as he was weak and foolish, and brought him into a war that was completely unnecessary and went nowhere for them other then the ground, it reminding him of the weak oppressors he had in the past. Though the kage disliked Kutari as well, as rumors spread that Kutari would likely become stronger then he in the future alongside the continuous disrespect of losing a war so badly, the two became bitter rivals quickly.
The years went on and he was introduced to society once again, though after the years away and what he’d been through he lacked the compassion and care for others. A cold hearted individual, he continued training and becoming a more lethal force, worrying about himself and playing his role just for the sake of the village’s council to not suspect him as being a hostile person. He would communicate with others when necessary and otherwise refrain from getting too deep in conversation as he had more to worry about, though as the years came he became more lenient and social, though the scars he received would never go away.
With time, Kutari would begin to feel as if he was hitting a sort of ceiling with his skill, the typical way he was taught to be harsh and brutal, lacking little accuracy and just asserting dominance hitting the limit of what power he could possess with such a methodology, in which he became infuriated and wished to see fixed, though no one in the village seemed to be able to even come close to the power he held at the time, at least who he could share a conversation with on equal grounds. It wasn’t until patrolling the borders that he met a man on his travels outside of the village while on a mission by a small river, he was shrouded in black and looked to be that of a reaper with pale skin and white hair, marking his age and experience. Kutari could tell upon looking at the man he possessed a vast amount of power and finesse, his age nothing more than a mask hiding the truth, unexpectedly this man soon became the mentor he needed to cement a more productive mindset and purpose to Kutari, wishing to be referred solely as the janitor.
Kutari would visit the man consistently, learning a great deal of knowledge and tactics in combat and life lessons, the old man with coal like eyes would speak about his younger days and the feats he achieved, wishing to redirect the misuse of Kutari’s current strength into a better form which would allow him to grow to a much higher skill level and able to handle issues in an easier fashion. Though he could tell Kutari suffered greatly in his past and refused to ask about it, he would aid Kutari in combat after being misguided for so long, rewriting the wrong done and giving him a proper teaching method and mindset to overcome.
Starting when he was 16, it took two years until he was truly ready and instilled with a new catalyst for learning and become stronger, one that would allow him to reach far beyond what he ever knew before. Though there was still room to grow and lessons needed to be learned, the janitors purpose to give him the proper foundation to aim higher had been reached, converting his own purpose and focus as an individual into Kutari, making it clear that in no way are they meant to be heroes or saviors as there’s no such thing in the world. Kutari’s entire world centered around this truth he realized that you must be willing to sacrifice being liked and be seen as the worst person in order to preserve a person’s future, able to take on the mantle of being the common foe to make others come together in arms and benefit from your display. Taking the burden of hatred and accusation from various individuals in order to reach a necessary goal for survival and prosperity, the world being a twisted and dark place, it’s inhabitants needing an enemy to work together.
With one final battle which failed to end, his mentor disappeared from sight, accepting his teaching was done and it now time to move on and watch what it is he does with this newfound sense of understanding.
Kutari would return to the village having undergone a lengthy awakening, finding a new purpose that he planned to partake before leaving the village, aiming to leave it in a better quality then it currently is, hoping to inspire others to defeat him and gain an enemy to have a joyful battle with, though in the end watching the realm prosper before taking leave. It took only a year after training with this new purpose and making contact with others of the village,having gotten the Jounin rank before he challenged the Numakage to a battle to the death for the title, aiming to usurp the kageship and begin his plans of rebuilding the village properly after so many wasted years. Willing to take on the hatred that would surely come of someone not of the village trying to take the kageship with force, being branded as a Usurper and traitor of the one who took him in from a life of slavery, bringing the hatred of all the villagers to him as he sit in the best possible position to manipulate the village how he saw fit, no one dare rising against him as the village was still severely weakened and was making no progress towards development.
After a decently timed battle, it would conclude with Kutari as the victor, killing off his predecessor and taking the title of Numakage. Fearful of a possible tyrant in the workings and the doom of Numachigakure, the thought of Kutari Uchiha would be met with disgust and unhappiness, though Kutari cared little as he was finally his own owner and had the choice to bring the village to the ground or make it into a vast utopia. Though he still was haunted by his past thoughts and ideals, it was up to him now the direction he wished to take within such an influential spotlight.
Other Notes:The air remained hushed in unsettling fear as its nerves misfired to influence the stillness around. The beaming sun seeming to linger in it’s unorthodox position, peering down upon the village from an uneasy angle. The trees remained stagnant, unable to move as it sensed the attitude of the village some distance away, the Tekiatsu lake keeping to itself and guiding it’s chakra mended forest to follow suit. One of its former visitors moving on with their life, aiming to attain a new sense of understanding and comprehension of freedom and independence, finding it troublesome to figure out if they will succeed upon their newfound purpose; If they will ever be seen again. From the distance this troubled soul sat unwavering, taking in the staggered world that failed to rid itself of the continuous buffering going on. A streamlined hiccup and inaudible conversation as the townspeople seemed like poorly designed figures all bunched up together, a studying eye coming to this same conclusion. Watching the typical passersby from a hard working vendor, a mundane elder picking out oranges for her family, lazy boys walking the street searching for some new clothing. In its most thriving of times, it was all such a bland ordeal, one that summoned a sour distaste among his lips.
Kutari had gotten soft. These same individuals that held the major population of the village were the focal point of Kutari’s sudden queasy attitude, a moment's time away from the life of misery and survival would be all it took to revert back into a scary crybaby. How pitiful of him, to be easily torn down once given a moments rest, reconsidering his entire life choices and passions all thanks to this god forsaken village. Upon entering this village, he was a hardened boy able to handle any circumstance always being on his toes, suppressing such ridiculous thoughts. Yet now, this change in scenery not only shed away the tough skin he obtained over the years, but caused him to reconsider the life of a Shinobi, the only thing he had left in his life. A flock of birds soaring high in the sky as he stood atop of a roof within the village, his yellow eyes tracked the flock as they made their way right above him, keeping their steady approach as they traveled far and beyond the territory this village had to offer. Like a bird destined to fly, taking away their wings would only mean death as they’d be left behind as a burden to the flock in question, stripping away the only thing the avian had to live for, what drove its survival. Such a similar phenomenon happening right before his eyes, the walls of this village once making him feel so anxious and restricted, offering an idea of protection the boy never once felt before. Now the same walls bestowing joy and freedom, away from what the true world had to offer, the many mysteries to be discovered. He was trapped here, withering away within the confines of the village. After only but a few days of rediscovering himself, it would be time to finally come back to reality and escape this living hell that aimed to keep him oppressed. No longer would he fall victim to this place and it’s shams. Tonight would be the night he’d never have to fill the hollow clutches of these walls again, comforting him in a crude manner as they stripped away all of which he once possessed and held dear to his heart. The village would lose another, for the better good of his own life goals. Getting up from his long isolation, he’d hurry along to begin gathering his belongings.
Midnight would present itself heroically as the village continued it’s enjoyable slumber. Throughout this time, Kutari kept to himself as he planned and prepared for his adventure out, leaving behind where he once received hospitality, recognizing his overstay. He had little to begin with, living on what he could obtain and purchase from the markets of the village, bringing a backpack with food supplies. His ninja tools being within his weapon pouch. It would be a long journey wherever it was he would travel to, and he’d need to make haste soon enough to gain some distance from the village. He knew full well the consequences of his actions, though he had enough of playing house in this wretched place. Having already been named a Shinobi for this village, he also knew the typical guard rotation for the village gates upon nearing them, and how to take care of any watchmen that would likely be an obstacle in his path to freedom. Treason meant nothing to the boy, having little comprehension of such a policy after what he’s experienced. Leaving behind the headband he was gifted as being a Shinobi of this village in his small home, he left what was becoming too comfortable. Donning a black cloak underneath his typical formal attire of black slacks, black shoes and a button up white t-shirt, he would leave with haste.
Nearing the gates in the dead of night, he stuck to the shadows as he studied the guard movements all around the gate. During a time of peace and prosperity, the number of guards would come to be very few in comparison to a high alert situation. After several minutes of watching these lax Shinobi guard the out to the village, Kutari figured it was time to act. Seeing the two guardsmen in front of the gate, not including those operating the actual opening and closing of the gates within the building beside, Kutari would start by creating a clone of himself to move on the opposition side of the wall as they both neared the exit. Advising his clone to rustle some bushes and create a distraction on its side, Kutari would swoop in while the guards would be distracted to execute his plan. First targeting the closest to him as he watched his partner go check out the sudden noise, Kutari would bring his arm up to his head as he masked the potential screams or audible resistance from the male, having his other hand wielding his kunai to slice the man’s throat. Feeling the limp body losing life, he’d ditch the body as he ran with the same kunai behind the distracted guard as he leaped towards her with his legs sunk into his chest. His kunai out and open, he’d land on her back as he allowed his other hand to grab her hair fiercely and force it in a downward motion as his feet plunged into her back and his kunai pierced the girls neck. Taking this leap as she walked towards the distraction, she’d be put off balance by this sudden force plunging to the ground where he’d bury her face into the sand below, muffling her screams and cries as she lost her life in the line of duty.
Now ridden of these two generic looking guards, he’d make his way towards the guardpost building after transforming into the female guard he just killed with his jutsu. Casually entering the building, he’d wave towards the final Shinobi inside relaxing and waiting for his shift to end. Unable to mimic the girl’s voice as he no clue as to the tone, he could only make kind gestures to give the man a calming expression and comfort. The same comfort that would be the end of him. Walking towards him as Kutari continued to be mute to attempt and “recover” an item in the post, as seen from Kutari’s outward gesture with the left hand from an object beside the sitting fellow, taking advantage of the resized bust to try and appeal to the man’s fantasies, once getting close enough he’d have his same kunai in the right go up and over the guard’s body and into his heart from the front, making sure to stick it deeply within as the man tried to retaliate, his own desires putting him to rest. Quickly preparing the latch to open the gates after dispelling his transformation, he’d watch as the gate doors began to open in full throttle. Knowing time was of the essence in this situation, he quickly acted upon phase two of his escape.
Knowing that two guards would be posted on the other side of the village gates to welcome any visitors, he’d send out his previous clone to gather their attention as he made sure to keep the dead guards outside the post in plain sight, hoping to tempt the guards to fall for the trap of Kutari’s clone being the culprit. As he ran beside their shocked attitudes, acting as if he wished to make a quick escape, the two would follow as the clone aimed to lead them to the left of where they were once positioned. Taking the bait, the two would follow, just as the real Kutari came from the post and took after the two once again distracted guards. As they would close the distance between the clone and themselves, Kutari would make up for that distance by launching his previous murder weapon and another at the two to end them simultaneously, aimed towards the back of the skulls as the clone made sure to keep them on the same trail as they surely believed their currently closing distance meant the fastest approach. Just as they ceased calling out for his clone and prepared their own weapons to kill with, the two would only seconds later lay lifeless on the ground. Running towards them to extract the kunai’s and add them back to his arsenal, he’d dissipate the clone and begin to run into the night as he was close to finally making his escape from this hell. Knowing full and well he’d never return here, giving one final glance at the sight of the village as he felt his safety evaporating, so far within his plans yet having no regrets. This was the proper way to go about his wishes, it potentially meaning death but of no importance to his mission at hand.