A/N: I decided to rewrite the story because I missed out a vital point in the already published chapters. There won't be much difference, just some corrections and in the lore, Jhin used blades for his 'work' before, he recieved his gun, Whisper, only after being released from prison. So yeah, that's the vital point I missed out. Silly, right? Hehehe.

This chapter and the entire story is going to contain gore. Be warned. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Call of Adventure.

Lit up fireflies and various night bugs buzzed in unison in this serene summer night; a wolf howled in a distant peak of the mountains of Zhyun; in order to fulfill the night's beautiful atmosphere, the moon shone at its full might.

Sitting atop a tree branch, wrapped in a shawl around his shoulders to protect himself from the cool summer night breeze, he breathed in...

...and breathed out.

The high spot on the tree provided a perfect vision for him to devise his plans. He spotted the many small fires built up around the huts in the village down below. People of all ages- children, middle-aged and elderly ones- sat around their respective families, enjoying the dinner in the peaceful night.

Khada Jhin's eyes darted over the entirety of the settlement, stopping over a lone figure trailing away from the central crown and further towards the outskirts of the village. A sadistic grin displayed across the face hidden under Jhin's mask. You shall be the honoured one tonight. Or maybe... you shall be the only one NOT honoured. He cackled to himself as he jumped down from the branch, tracing slender fingers along the smooth metal of his blade.

...

He leaned back on the backside of a wooden wall hut. The wood creaked slightly under his weight, but not loudly enough to surpass the joyful chatter of the villagers, and the flickering sound of fire when more wood was fed to it. A few children ran about. One particular boy, seemingly around the age of five, tripped over his bowl of soup in the process of following his friends around the camp fires.

"Mama, I dropped my soup. Can I have another?", he asked his mother while she stirred a pot.

"Why, yes.", she smiled down warmly at her child and poured more for him, "here you go.", hugging the little boy before he ran off.

Jhin watched the enjoyment and the peace in the settlement. His blood pumped and his body trembled at the mere thought of their blood spurting out of them. This beautiful gathering cried out for blood-spill.

...

A shriek ran into the night, followed by more screams. The people scattered away from the village, running for their lives. He has come for them, the Golden Demon that stalked the province of Zhyun who brutally murdered anyone and anything it laid its eyes upon.

He moved too fast for the human eye to catch, a shadowy blur jumping from one person to the other. The fleeing villagers all trembled at the manic laughter that shrilled through the night, their faces twisted into that of horror at the sight of the bloody bodies falling around then with and without screams.

Whip-whip

A blade flew past. The victim, an elderly man fell flat on the blood-soaked mud, his face was a horrifying display of two knives stuck on either of his eye sockets.

Whip

Another man down. This one's mouth agape from a small knife that pierced his throat.

Jhin took note of the escaping villagers, but he made sure he was well hidden from their vision. His eyes danced over the terrified humans. "Nah-uh. You're not going anywhere.", he sing-sang. "BE HONOURED, YOU FOOLS! YOU'RE PART OF A beaaauuutiful paint...", his last two words came out in a malicious melody of melancholy.

The little boy who had not had the chance to finish his bowl of soup was clutched tightly by his mother to her body, both of them trembling tremendously and whimpering, "P-Please, please...don't kill my child. Please!", she sobbed hysterically, covering the boy with her whole body, shielding him. Her eyes widened even more as she beheld the rain of knives pouring down on them, despite the begging. On her last breath she had wished she did not have to hear the sound of her child crying out, she wished she had died before that sound reached her ears. "Nobody. Absolutely nobody will escape.", he knelt down and whispered to them, before standing back up and facing the forest trees. Turning around, he counted the dark silhouettes that lurked and trembled in fear behind the wooden barks of the trees.

'One.'

Whoosh.

'Two.'

Whoosh.

'Three.'

Whoosh.

Each of the knives embedding themselves on their targets and the soft thump of each falling body to the ground was music to Jhin's ears. "No screams?", he asked in false disappointment. "Oops, I almost forgot, your throat's wide open."

…

Dusk peeked from the purple and orange horizon, approaching the monastery of students dedicated in keeping the balance of the world.

Arms met arms. Kicks and punches were parried, the assaults of a pair of agile bodies whipped through the air. Beads of sweat continuously formed and fell over their faces and soaked their bodies. The battle was relentless, even with the large number of eyes on them, these pair of brothers would not back down, striving to beat the other- but never once succeeding.

The ultimate straw to be pulled was when Shen swung for a kick aiming for Zed's stomach, who in return, grabbed his brother's foot and tackled him to the ground. Shen leapt at the still-recovering head of Zed for a head-lock, trapping him under his arms. Zed managed to slide in a hand between Shen's arms, keeping his supply of oxygen enough for him to slide his other arm under Shen's knee and pressure him down to the ground as well.

A few students let out some low chuckles upon seeing the entanglement. But it was the master himself who stopped the sparring session, "This never ceases to end up in a serpent's embrace.", he sighed, "Get up, you two.", Lord Kusho stared at his sons with bored eyes. "Enough sparring for today. All of you return to your duties.", he dismissed the entirety of the gathering but signaled for the brothers to remain.

"Return to your dorms for now, as soon as you are finished with your night time meal, come visit me in my chambers. And do not linger outside the monastery at late night, Zed."

They bowed deeply infront of their master and stormed out the door.

"What should we eat today? What should we... ", Shen was musing out loud while Zed fumbled for the belt of his loose karategi. Shen and Zed were both brown belts in the process, shockingly at such a young age. He finally finished fixing his belt as they neared the food court.

Conversing, laughing and eating, students sat on the wooden floor having their meals. The environment was playful, these chuunin ninjas clearly enjoying their evening with each other.

"Hey, Bai. Give me the nigiri and sashimi combo.", the red-eyed boy said as he approached the chef's helper.

"I'll have chicken dounburi with miso soup.", Shen placed his order right after.

...

She spun her chakrams at an incredible speed. An ever-present grin plastered on her face. Her green robes swayed in the afternoon breeze. Her spinning never stopped, never slowed, never faltered.

Standing opposite to her stood a much younger girl, black jet hair tied up into a high ponytail. She spun her kamas with equal speed to her sparring partner. Her emerald green eyes shone with a light of enthusiasm and excitement. They circled one another, going on and about, waiting for the other to strike first. And so the older woman stopped spinning her weapons and struck at an incredible speed. The younger girl simply dodged, but the weapon still grazed her arm. A smirk played across her face as she spun to throw her kama at her opponent. But she expected that and ducked down and dashed towards the younger girl, elbowing her on the stomach. But the girl bent back, allowing her the older woman's fist to only touch her stomach. The pony-tailed girl spun a 180-degree to meet her palm with her opponent's back. After their skin contacted, they stood still for a second.

The older woman fell down, collapsing on the ground infront of her, but she protected her face from hitting the ground by placing her palms on the ground. A split second passed until she felt the sharp edge of a kama press against her neck.

"I win, mother.", Akali said triumphantly.

Her mother smirked, spinning around and threatening her chakram to her daughter's throat. "Not. So. Easy.", she hissed. They stood still for a few seconds before her mother put away her weapon,"But I'm proud of you. You would have indeed won if you hadn't let out your guard in the end.", her purple, glowing eyes met Akali's green ones. "You've grown into a fine ninja... and a beautiful young lady, Akali.", there was a pause. Akali was smiling but as soon as she caught up to what her mother was implying, she simply raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Mother. There's nothing between me and him. He's just my training buddy.", she rolled her eyes.

"What? He's handsome. And a good fighter.", her mother countered.

"He's like a brother to me!", Akali fumed, the mere thought irritated her. How could her mother think such way of her and the boy she grew up to consider a brother.

"You two are not blood related.", her mother argued.

"But he is still not my type. He's a bit too young for me.", Akali pouted.

"So you're into older guys?", her mother made an amused face, flashing a sly grin.

"What?! Mom! I'm not having this conversation with you!", Akali threw her hands in the air and walked away. Her mother only chuckled.

...

"Shen. Zed.", Master Kusho gave them one of his most serious tones, which immediately caused the boys to stiffen. He had warned them to make sure nobody knew they were having this meeting. They were sitting legs bent and palms resting on their thighs, facing their father and Master. "We have a level-X mission to execute."

Shen gasped slightly Zed felt his mouth fall open a bit at the mention of the rank of the mission. But they nodded nonetheless.

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A/N: Let me know what you think.