Chapter 1
Lightning…a shadow!
Lance was upright in his bed in an instant, kunai cocked back in hand and eyes searching for the source. Lightning flashed again across the dark sky and he saw the figure of a cat crossing by on the sill and he sighed to himself with somewhat relieved tension. He spun the kunai's ring on his finger than slid back into its leather pouch tied to his right leg in a fluid motion and crashed back down into his pillows soaking in the warmth that his body heat had left on the sheets of the bed.
Its not that he was jumpy, it was just how he was trained. The Anbu Black Ops drills and methods had left a permanent mark in his mind to show that there were no second chances after a mistake. Training sessions within the academy were no different than real missions. If you were killed, then you weren't ready for that level of training.
Lance stretched out on his bed and with a toss of his head, flicked away his raven-black hair that fell over his mysterious blue eyes. As he did so he felt a light stiff pain in the back of his right shoulder.
He rubbed it softly. It was wound from yesterday's mission in the Land of Waves. A nick from a kunai that had been thrown by another shinobi that had been hired by the target he had been after. Light as the wound was, it was a reminder to the phrase "There is no room for mistakes" that had been constantly drilled into his head during his days at the Anbu Academy.
He froze a minute. "Speaking of which…"
He sat up again looking at the clock sitting on a desk next to the bed.
8:30am…
"Tsk…gonna be late again…" he grumbled.