-Prologue-
"Humanity…"
There stood
Meiun in his uniform Akatsuki robe flapping in the heavy winds of
fall. His hair strewn about all over his shoulders; occasionally a
single cherry blossom would fall past his face. Meiun knew why he was
here, it was time to severe his ties with that forsaken village. It
was time to kill…
His cold heartless eyes would travel about his
three enemies. Monitoring their every move; not a single breath went
unnoticed by his supernatural eyes. Meiun took a deep breath "It's
time…"
Meiun violently threw his body back into a deep stance. His arm tossed his robe to one side revealing his hidden katana. His hand knew the trip to the hilt by heart and was ready to spell doom for his enemies. Leaning into a sprinting position he readied his blade and began to charge at the three Jonin, throwing rocks and dirt behind him as he traveled forward. Faster and faster he went until he reached the first Jonin, a sharp sting ran out through the air. The sound of a perfectly placed cut, a single Jonin fell to his knees and split horizontally each part falling its respective way. At this the other two Jonin made a dash for their lives. They fled as fast as they could towards the leaf village. Meiun swung his blade up to his left shoulder and then swung his arm down towards his right hip. Blood flew from his blade splattering all over the ground. Meiun then began to spin his blade in an inverted grip catching the blade on his sheath. The blade slid in between his fingers and fell right into place click he swung his robes back over his body hiding his sword once again and started to move over to the fallen Jonin.
Meiun stood over the dead body of his past sensei; rain started to fall drenching his hair and his face. He looked up at the gray desolate sky and recalled how it all came down to these final tasks.