TangentOne: Looks like we have a new story, Two.

TangentTwo: Oh boy! The older one is gorgeous~!

TangentOne: What would Nagato think of you saying that?

TangentTwo: He'd probably accept it and move on, hoping that I'd leave him alone.

TangentOne: And would you?

TangentTwo: Absolutely not! I love him too much!


Kojiro awoke with a frightened gasp, his face and shirt collar drenched in a cold sweat. A recurring nightmare from his past that always plagues his dreamscape being the source of such a rude awakening. It was always of the days when his father, tortured him with varying degrees of intensity and tools for hours on end. However, fortunately for him, it would then end with the brutal slaughter that Kojiro's brother, Kiyoshi, unleashed when he had found out what their dear old dad had been up to.

He clenched his teeth and eyelids shut at the remembrance of the horrible experience that he had to go through. He tightened his fists so hard that he could feel as his nails dug into his skin as he tried to banish them from his mind. It was four years ago. When he was weaker and more susceptible to things that were over his head. He was stronger now, strong enough to make sure that it would never happen to him again. His brother made sure of that.

"The past is the past and shouldn't last." He spoke quietly, weakly recalling the mantra that his brother had taught him whenever he was recovering from the traumatic experience. He may be cold and at times a downright jerk, but at the end of the day, he still cared for him.

Before he could dwell any longer in the prison of his mind that the nightmare had caused for him, Kojiro's thoughts were swept away by a knock at his bedroom door. At this hour it could only be one person.

"Yes, brother?" Kojiro called out to the door his voice slightly weak.

"Get the fuck up, it's your graduation day." Came the call from Kiyoshi through the door followed by the sound of footsteps walking away.

But still totally a jerk. Kojiro thinks with a long-suffering sigh. Accepting his fate, Kojiro begins his morning routine. Slipping on the standard black ninja pants, he pulls a long-sleeved fishnet shirt that fit snugly to his body like a second layer of skin over his head and down over his well-defined torso and arms. Over that he put on a leather sleeveless black jacket that was lightly padded on the shoulders and over his chest and abdomen.

Kojiro stood in front of the full body mirror by the closet door that was opposite to the door to his room and took a good look at his reflection. His right red eye glowed ominously back at him as his left yellow eye radiates a vibrant light. The young boy's black ruffled hair just barely covers his eyebrows and his lithe body structure belied the true strength hidden within him. He looked like a ninja, that's what his brother would almost always tell him, at least. The dual eyed boy was interrupted from looking at himself any longer by his door swinging open violently in the reflection of the mirror. A very pissed Kiyoshi stood in his doorway, chokutō sword drawn as he stands menacingly and glowers at him. Jeez, where's the fire? Kojiro thought idly as he turns to face his elder brother.

"Did. I. Fucking. Stutter?" He says without any killing intent present. He was pretty scary on his own without the need for it. "Hurry it up, idiot or we're going to be late."

However, used to such things coming from his harsh brother as he was, all he did was roll his eyes at him the mirror before turning around. "Actually, I think you might have," Kojiro replies nonchalantly while walking towards his dark-haired sibling with a smirk. "I'm ready anyway, let's go."

Kiyoshi's right yellow eye twitches as he sheathed his blade over his back. Kiyoshi was muscular for his age of fifteen, five years older than his younger brother. Spiky hair propped up by the Mist headband on his forehead and lower face covered by a mask from his shirt. His eyes mirrored Kojiro, opposite color for either eye. He towered over his younger brother, obviously due to age. With a grunt and something about rude little brats, he let Kojiro pass him by before grabbing at his collar and lifting him over his shoulder.

"We're going to be late because you want to priss up like a girl," Kiyoshi explains as he makes his way through their sparse house. Leaping out and onto window into the misty and dreary village known as Kirigakure or also as the Hidden Mist village. Despite what many would like to believe about the perpetually misty village, it had a bit of an amicable air about it. Though, that could be because the people crowding the streets the two younger brothers were leaping above were members of the first caste system that lived closer to the Mizukage tower. The sounds of chatter filled their ears as commerce was being made between vendors and willing fat pursed customers. Raucous laughter erupted from the many mist-nins that made their way towards the tower that rested on the highest platform of the various stairways in the center of the whole village.

Kirigakure was mainly full of cylindrical buildings with vegetation sprouting out from the rooftops that house most of the Kiri population that were divided up into three separate groups due to the politics that govern the first group, called Natives, were part of the first caste system and were highly regarded for the fact that they were part of the family lineage that started from the Hidden Mist. They were given most of the land to live on around the Mizukage Mansion and blocked most of the staircases that would lead directly to the building for security reasons. The second group, called Kins, were members of families that were allied to Kiri during the battlefield of the wars that they had faced. They were given the land surrounding the Natives, could live within the Native territory, or even up in the mountains if they so wished too. Kojiro and Kiyoshi are a part of this caste.

The last group, called Serfs, were members of families that were defeated on the battlefield and were annexed into the village. Because of the high chance of revolting against the village, they were put into the cylindrical buildings to better surveillance all of them into one place to better see what they're doing while the ones who could mold chakra were labelled as ninjas and were put on the most perilous of missions to keep them from being unoccupied in their time and try to plan a revolution against the Mizukage. The only way to even try and move up a caste for them was that if they were to prove their loyalty which, was at least eight to twelve years of successful missions. Only a small handful was able to do that.

Kiyoshi took one of the many ninja highways through the Native district until he came upon the Academy which was actually on the fifth out of the six landings on that route. The Academy is a tall and robust cylindrical building with dreary concrete walls that blends in with gray wispy trails of the everlasting mist that have been apart of the country for years. Surrounding it is a large spacious area with different smaller facilities connected to the main building used for different things such as the dojo for taijutsu, an indoor swimming pool for water walking exercise, et cetera. On either side of the large platform are two staircases that to the Shinobi Archive (on the left) or the Mizukage Mansion (on the right).

After making it to the landing, the elder brother of the duo sets the younger male down in front of the door that leads to the dojo in which they would house the genin exams. "Go get your headband," Kiyoshi states with a cool tone to his voice, knowing that his brother would excel. "I'll be watching."

"All I have to do is kill a classmate, right?" Kojiro asks for clarification staring at the door in front of him with a determined gleam in his mismatched eyes.

"Yes," Kiyoshi replies shortly. Though, he gains a kind of glint to his red eye as he smiles a bit. "But slaughtering them like I did makes a lasting impression."

Raising an eyebrow, Kojiro stares at his brother questioningly. "Is that why they call you 'Hell Incarnate'?" He asks.

Snorting, the mist nin rolled his eyes at a joke that only he seemed to understand. "It's one of them." shoving his brother more towards the door he gave him a look. "Now go on then, you brat."

Kojiro just shrugs at him. "Whatever then." He says before pushing the door open and makes his way down the hallway towards the arena and away from his already Jōnin brother.

As the young boy makes his way down, he sees a few of his instructors, who gave him a weary look, some had a frightened look in their eyes before turning sharply away from him. For some unknown reason, to him at least, Kojiro's instructors are constantly afraid of him. Flashbacks from a brother, mayhaps. And honestly, if some of the tales he's heard were correct, then maybe they should be afraid that he could be just like him. Though unfounded as they were… or were they? He shakes those thoughts away, not really wanting to be thinking about morals at a time like this.

He continues his trek through the long hallways until he comes across the doors to the training gym. An inside field used for graduation, taijutsu, genjutsu, ninjutsu, and bukijutsu. He steps inside and notices all of his fellow classmates that he had gotten to know over the past three years lined up beside the pool. Walking towards them he made his way towards the end of the line and stood with the rest of them.

Once Kojiro had made his presence known, the man who stood in front of them took action."Ok brats listen up." Their academy instructor, Tetsuya Mimashiro, spoke up plainly, a sharp edge to his voice, gaining the students attention. He stands with a professional air about him, his arms behind his back and his posture straight and serious. "The test that you are about to partake in is going to be one on one and will all be to the death." He noticed the nervous look of some of the kids in the line and his eyes narrowed slightly at the looks. "You're probably wondering why we are doing this? Why fight comrades and kill them when we're supposed to be fighting with them. Well, the answer is simple…

"We are not like the other villages. We, much more than anyone else, know what the shinobi life entails. It is full of fighting, death, and more often than not. Betrayal." He looked dead into the eyes of the kids there, lingering on Kojiro's own for a little bit. "You never know when someone, your comrade included, will turn their back on you and the village and kill you. It has happened before in many nations and half the time during the reveal of the betrayal you may freeze up in shock or may try to talk them out of betrayal, and in so doing… you're probably going to die."

A couple of gasps sounded out and he glared at those who had done so "Shut up maggots." he hisses, causing them to stiffen up. "Think of this exam as a way to sharpen up your killer instinct. Because without it, in this world and this life we live in, without it you will die."

After he finished that sentence, he paused, letting the silence be the time that they think of what he had just shared and have the words sink into their young minds. "To be a ninja is to kill or to be killed. To be a shinobi, we must adapt and endure whatever is put in front of us. Even when put into that situation." with one more slight pause and another look at his students, he nods his head. He gestures to the jonin lining the walls on the high balconies above them. "These are jonin who will be evaluating and watching your every move. They might take you on as an apprentice, depending on your performance so I suggest making a good showing."

Noticing the mix of nervous and steely glints in the eyes of most of the students he nods his head. "Now, since you all understand what must happen let's start the exam." He moved the students to a far-off box where they would sit in to observe without talking to any of the jonin to chat up one of them and influence them in any way possible. He kept two students that Kojiro himself had vaguely remembered, there was the blue-haired girl named Sora Tachibana and the brown-haired boy who was named Riku Nomisune.

They both stepped to the center of the room onto the pool as he raised his hand up. "With this, I commence the start of the Genin Exams. First match, Sora Tachibana vs Riku Nomisune." With a chop, he started the battle. "Hajime!"


Five minutes later…

Only five minutes after the exams had started, a strong stench of blood, gore, and human excrement fill the room and the once crystal clear pool, had been dyed a deep red.

"Bloody people can't kill right," Kojiro mutters detachedly as he looks down at his fallen opponent with a blank look in his eyes. he then proceeds to dislodge his ninjatō from his now deceased classmate's body, flicking the blood off of it and then placed it in the sheath on his right hip.

He surveys the room, noting the Chūnin proctors in the observation deck hanging over the gym who was eyeing him with either look of amazement or horror and he also managed to spot his brother, who was busy chatting up one of the cuter proctors.

The idiot has always had a slight weakness to cute girls. He thought offhandedly.

Kojiro tunes out the thought of his brother and his sloppy love life and turns back to his sensei who stood before him. He yells aloud in a booming voice and calls out the names of the other kids who passed by winning their fights. They all lined up on the bloody water next to him in the same line as they were in last time.

He congratulated them on not dying and began telling them their future as a Mist ninja and what it would entail. His classmates all had a relieved look in their eyes and their shoulders sagged upon hearing they had finally passed the academy and would have the chance to become a proper ninja of the Mist.

Guess they have the misfortune of not dying by their opponents hands. Kojiro thought, still in a state of detachment. Let me rectify that.

Kojiro releases his killing intent to the fullest extent causing all eyes in the dojo to turn to him, even those who've passed as they looked on in fear as the killing intent proved to be more potent than any of them had ever sensed. With a blank look in his eyes, Kojiro smiles, bloodthirsty as it was, showcasing a row of spiked teeth and his eyes turned pure yellow. His pupils were lost in the color, along with the whites.

"Akutō Release: Heaven Path." He breathes out.

Kojiro could feel his brothers gaze snap to him, and he could see in his mind's eye the pure elation his brother felt at this turn of events. The now yellow-eyed boy could swear he felt a hand on his back and a sultry, almost pleading whisper in his ear, telling him to slaughter everyone present. He could hear all of their talking. The jonin and the instructor that is. Telling him to stand down, telling him to stop. But he just tuned them out. He didn't really care much for people telling him what to do. Not anymore...

Kojiro's black bladed ninjatō began to glow a slight yellow color before he struck out.

"Heaven Path: Swift Strike!" He roared, switching his grip to a backhand and lunging at the graduates.

Each one took a battle stance, but they were already tired and couldn't block the blinding speeds shown by him. One by one, heads fell off of shoulders, the cleanest of cuts possible. Their blood spurting from the necks showered Kojiro in the most satisfying way. Strike after strike they all fell and before he knew it himself, he had killed at least thirteen graduates. Grinning, he turned to the rest of the class and began his ruthless attack once again.

Kiyoshi was beyond ecstatic, his brother was proving himself useful without a shadow of a doubt. Every proctor present in the room with him was staring at the battlefield below, some even showed fear for the future. Most of them who were there had attended Kiyoshi's own graduation exam, and they managed to catch a few glances of him and his excitement out of the corners of their eyes, and shivered where they stood as they remembered what had happened and bore witness to 'Hell Incarnate'. The new ones who were there, mainly because Kiyoshi had killed a few of the old proctors, stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the brutal display.

Kojiro, on the other hand, had almost no regard for the lives lost. His own adrenaline was pumping, goading him, pushing him to kill more people and no other thought enveloped his mind as he went on to do what he was bred for. He stared at the remaining five potential graduates. They were his age, ten maybe eleven, he smiled gleefully and his eyes changed to pure red.

"Akutō Release: Hell Path," He whispered. "Hell Path: Brutal Strike!"

He reversed his grip on the blade so the flat side would connect first, and leaped forward to the nearest child. A girl his own age, Hinamori Sato if memory serves correct, that he had spoken to often. They shared lunch a few times and had a decent enough friendship. He swept the backside of his sword from one ear to the other, crushing the bone and causing a massive amount of blood to leap from the wound. She died instantly.

His attention changed to the nearest victim, cowering in a corner. Kojiro could smell the shit in his pants, and it disgusted him. He forgot about the useless corpse on the floor and lunged toward him, swinging a downward strike and crushing his skull from the top down.

The person furthest from him tried to escape through the main entrance of the gym, but a kunai through his skull stopped him dead. Literally. Kiyoshi smiled at his brother from the stands and called out to him.

"And I thought I wouldn't get to have any fun." He said sweetly grinning like a maniac.

Kojiro tsk'd, and moved on to the remaining contenders. One of them was a clan heir, he knew this from the child's family jutsu and constant bullying of the other children. He smiled again, thinking there might be a challenge for his next attack. He was sorely disappointed when the child guts himself for an honorable death instead of a slaughter. Kojiro sighed and looked at the last victim.

"Well, since you've already ruined my slaughter, you may as well have this pathetic thing too," Kojiro calls to his brother, stopping the chakra guiding the hell path. His eyes then start to revert back to their standard colors.

"Oh, goodie." The older of the two, spoke as he started to feel the rush of chakra running through his coils, signifying the initial response of the activation. "Akutō Release: Hell Path!" He called out, his eyes turning pure red. "Let the fun begin!"

Kiyoshi flickered through forty plus hand seals in a second before calling out the name of his technique. "Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!" Before anyone can say anything, a dragon made of scarlet water, condensed from the pool that the fights had taken place, roared to life. Every Proctor in the room held their breath, knowing full well they can't stop Kiyoshi or this attack and knew with certainty that the recipient is as good as dead. The Chūnin proctor he was talking up visibly recoils and takes a few steps away from the apparent madman.

The dragon lunged forward with a coiled strike and bolted faster than lightning. In a mere three seconds, that entire exchange was over. Half of the gym has been reduced to rubble, and the only survivor for this graduation was Kojiro. The two brothers smirked at each other, knowing full well this was a productive day.

Kojiro stood tall, pride leaking from his form and hubris clouding his mind as he sheathed his weapon after flicking off the blood. All he could think is that he lived up to the expectations set out for him, and that's all that matters. The headband means nothing to him. This village means nothing to him. Only his own family matters and the only family he has is his brother.

Kiyoshi was full of pride, but on top of that, he was reigning in his bloodlust. All the death that happened today was his own blood doing. He wanted to participate more than he did, and his brother knew it. He was glad that Kojiro allowed him a bit of fun, the fact that he had is making his bloodlust easier to control. If he had it his way, all of the proctors would be dead by now.

Snatching a headband of the nearest proctor, coincidentally being the girl he had talked up before the bloodbath, he rubs at it a bit with his sleeve wiping off some of the bloody water, and jumps down to the ground level of the dojo. He walked up to brother with a Cheshire grin on his face as everyone watched the two with fear within their eyes. Whether he noticed or cared, was something that no one could even fathom.

"Here you go little bro." He throws the battle-worn headband towards Kojiro who catches it mid-air with a frown on his face.

"Thanks, but no thanks." He retorts with a roll of his eyes. "I wanted my own headband. Not some shitty Chūnin's." He ignored the indignant squawk of the Chūnin who was watching from the balcony.

"Suck it up, if you want your own then go get one," Kiyoshi replied easily, stepping forward to ruffle the hair of his younger brother.

Swiping his brother's hand off his head with a scowl, Kojiro leaped up to the observation deck and threw the headband back at the Chūnin proctor who reached out and grabbed it back. Once he did that, he was going to make his way down, but his brother had body flickered behind him in a frivolous display of using ninja skills.

Before Kojiro knew what had happened, Kiyoshi picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "Nice try, you little shit." He says cockily, before throwing him over the deck back to the blood-soaked pool below.

Kojiro lands on his shoulder and rolled up to his feet in a swift motion, thankful that he had been somewhat prepared enough to channel chakra throughout his body to stay on the water. Though he did grumble when he noticed that a significant portion of his body became soaked in blood.

The heterochromatic youth glared up at his older brother heatedly. "I just wanted a headband!" He calls up.

Kiyoshi sighs with a shake of his head, grumbling something about ungrateful little brothers who hogged all the killing and wouldn't accept his gracious gift given to him by his dear elder brother, before turning to the other proctor holding the graduate headbands expectantly. The Chunin started to sweat a bit and (even though he would later deny the claim) his body started to shake involuntarily.

When the Chūnin made very little effort to move, Kiyoshi groaned about useless chunin (he had a lot to complain about regarding useless ninja) and strode over in a huff. He grabbed all eighteen of them off the man's case next to him. He then threw them over the ledge at the poolside nearest to his brother with a slight amount of malice.

"Take your pick, no one else needs one." He yells down, walking off with an annoyed expression.

Kojiro chuckles or at least tries to. It ends up sounding more like a giggle from his pre-pubescent voice. He walks towards where the headbands had landed and looked through them before picking up the cleanest one, and ripped off the metal protector from the band. He unscrewed the hand screws on the back and pierced through his weapon sash, screwing it back on. It laid just left of his waist, in front of sword sheath.

Kojiro began walking to the main entrance that miraculously survived the water dragon, ignoring the looks continued being sent his way. He worried about where his brother walked off to because an annoyed Kiyoshi isn't a good thing. Someone usually dies, and even if in this village it's considered a normal occurrence, he normally goes a little overboard with his release. Slipping through the dojo entrance, Kojiro strode through the halls of the school that he had spent a hellish amount of hours trying to cram and learn the various amount of things in and headed back to the front of the academy finally leaving the hellhole of school life.

The newly minted genin looked around the platform and had quickly spotted Kiyoshi who was standing at the edge of the stairs that lead back to the village, tapping his foot impatiently. The heterochromatic youth winces a bit at the expression on his elder brother's face, a memory from his past, His brother appeared out of the front doors looking slightly worried, and Kiyoshi couldn't imagine why. He pushed it to the back of his mind when Kojiro immediately brightened at the sight of him.

"Took you long enough. We have a mission." Kiyoshi says instantly, bringing Kojiro to attention.

"'We'?" Kojiro repeats confused as he raises an eyebrow curiously. "I just became a Genin."

"Well, I do." The older boy interrupts with a sigh falling soon after. "You're coming with me. No arguments," His tone took a darker and more serious turn that causes Kojiro to stiffen up slightly. "We've had reports of a missing-nin near our western border, I've been selected to go take care of this issue. I'm taking you with me so you can get some battle experience." With a wolfish grin, he gave his younger brother a thumbs up. "It'll look good on your track record, Chūnin is going to be quick for you if you stick with me."

With a smirk on his face, he shrugs his shoulder lightly before he walks over towards his elder brother. "Well okay then. Seems like a plan, though I don't know what you're going to do when the Mizukage hears of this." After bringing this up Kiyoshi just shrugs his shoulder signifying that he didn't really care. Rolling his eyes at his brother's lackadaisical disregard for the higher up's look on the involvement of a green genin, he turned serious. "When do we leave?" Kojiro asks.

"An hour ago." He states bluntly, causing the younger brother to sweatdrop. "I was actually supposed to leave before graduation." Kiyoshi sighs, clearly thinking this is bullshit.

"I would say that surprises me," Kojiro shakes his head tiredly before eying Kiyoshi. "but then I'd be lying," Kojiro replies, earning a smack on the back of the head.

"Shut up and start moving." Kiyoshi orders as he starts making his way down the stairs and into the village.

Kojiro follows close behind a small smile on his face as he walks close to him, a promise of not wanting to disappoint his brother lingering within his mind even though he's tired.


The two brothers walked through a large port town on the western border saying nothing. Kiyoshi had his eyes closed, using his innate chakra sensing abilities to search for anyone with a ninja-level chakra network while Kojiro kept a sharp eye on their surroundings in case of an ambush or any suspicious persons that his brother didn't manage to pick up. Though, this town is filled to the brim with civilians and very rarely do the brothers find a fellow shinobi in their midst. So the two kept up their search, going in for the long haul.

It was about twenty minutes later (and also mindless productive wandering around the many streets of the town) that it hit them at the same time. It was over in the red light district the next street over where Kiyoshi and Kojiro had both sensed a larger chakra presence then what they had gotten used to amongst the many civilians The brothers look at each other and nod at each other in silent agreement, (though Kojiro noted a hint of a smile on Kiyoshi's face that he immediately forced himself to forget). They jumped onto the nearby rooftop, startling quite a few of the pedestrians and quickly made their way to the roof next to the whore house where they had felt their target reside in.

Kiyoshi stands to his full height and smiles brightly."Alright, he's an A-ranked missing-nin." He says, a glint Kojiro knows all too well in his red and yellow eyes. "He might put up a fight, so stay back for a while until I say it's okay to fight. Though, if you can't help but kill a couple whores, then go right on ahead." He finishes though there was a tinge of remorse in his voice that Kojiro just rolled his eyes.

Kojiro stares ahead with narrowed and focused eyes, taking this much more seriously than his experienced brother. It's his first mission, and there's no way in hell would he disappoint his brother. On top of that, he can't really stand the thought of someone hurting his only remaining family he actually cares about. Kiyoshi notices the stern expression on his brother's face and shrugs.

"He's A-ranked, sure, but he's not going to lay a hand on me." Kiyoshi tries his best to console him, completely missing the mark.

"Wait… what?" The youngest of the two asks nonchalantly, a raised eyebrow in Kiyoshi's direction before turning back to the building next to them. "Oh, you thought I was worried about you? No, that guy's dead whether he knows it or not. I'm more worried about failing the mission, not about you getting hurt." He explains, thankful that he had managed to direct the conversation away from his emotions.

Kojiro didn't notice the twitching of his older brother's eyes as the raven-haired Jonin glared at the back of the green genins head. "Ah, well." He grumbles under his breath before his eyes hardened. "Damn fucking right." And with that, Kiyoshi takes off and jumps off the side of the building. As he flies through the air, he unsheathes his chokutō with a bloodthirsty grin on his face.

Kojiro watches as his brother flies through the air and, feet first, crashes through a window on the second floor of the whore house. He sighs in exasperation and grumbles something about impatient, adrenaline junky brothers before he leaps down to the ground, and casually walks towards the building and, using his chakra to stick the side, walks to the broken window.

Kiyoshi stares at the situation in front of him with a crinkled nose. A man with short slick black hair and a light brown complexion to his disturbingly well-toned back muscle and other members, has his back turned to him, but he could easily tell that he is sweating like a pig on top of a small woman with burgundy hair and brown eyes. At first, she was shocked by his entrance as she stared at him over the man's shoulder, but that soon turned into a mighty unpleased scowl on her face. Kiyoshi, however, remained optimistic and figured that it could have been from either the window breaking, t the man on top of her, or the awful stench permeating the room. Probably all three.

"Do you need any help, miss?" Kiyoshi asks her sarcastically. Her eyes light up on the offer, but then she soon realizes he's joking and flops down on the bed with distinct dissatisfaction.

The man on top slowly looks over his shoulder at the newcomer, cursing his luck at the fact he had gotten caught with his pants down (literally and figuratively) before he blinked a bit in confusion. He was expecting someone a little older, heck even someone who looked at least in their twenties. His fears of the new person are abashed when he sees how young and inexperienced he looks.

"Who the' fuck 'er you?" The man asks with a heavy accent, a narrowed gaze of curiosity in his gray eye.

"Well, I have many names." He starts off with a semi-dramatic name, but that was quickly destroyed. "Cunt, Shit-Cunt, Fuck-Cunt, Thunder-Cunt, Cunt-Cunt. Well, a lot of them are about cunts. You get the point." Kiyoshi shrugs his shoulder in nonchalance while the two other occupants stare at him in confusion.

"What th' fuck are you talkin' aboot?" He asks with spittle flying out of his ugly fat mouth as he turns away from the woman completely, fisits clenched and his muscles flexing in an act of intimidation.

At this point, Kojiro steps through the window wondering what's happening and why there isn't the familiar scent of death floating about when he sees the naked man's front, a look of horror passes by his eyes in a quick flash before he pushes it back and swallows the vomit that had threatened to spew out. For an A-ranked ninja, he sure was one ugly son of a-

"Well, you see." His brother starts, drawing Kojiro's attention to his elder sibling. "My real name is Kiyoshi." Soon, a bloodthirsty grin came upon his face. "Some people call me 'Hell Incarnate' though." He finishes with a flippant wave of his black bladed sword.

At that name drop, the supposed 'A-ranked ninja' that this man was supposed to be, increases his sweat production a good threefold. And the smell had gotten even worse… was that urine they smelled?

"Hell… Incar-" His head flopped off of his shoulders before he could finish repeating what was said. A bloody chokuto embedded into the wall just above the prostitute's head.

"I don't know why I was worried." Kojiro blandly states over the screaming of the whore as he shakes his head.

That was pathetic, he probably just stole some village secrets or something. No way it would be that easy."

The whole house was immediately alerted by the woman screaming against the wall. A few brave people decided to check up on the screaming and promptly died quickly by flying kunai, which were thrown by Kiyoshi. He looked less pleased by the outcome than Kojiro himself was. And a less pleased Kiyoshi means-

"Oh for fuck's sake, shut up!" Kiyoshi yells and promptly stabs the whore in the heart, silencing her except for the obligatory gurgling of blood.

A sigh escapes his lips as he summed up the entire experience. "Well that was uneventful, I really thought this would be harder."

"Honestly, I'm a little bored," Kiyoshi replies, cleaning his blade off as he hears more people coming.

The two brothers survey the room one final time, noting nothing of real interest and promptly jumped out the window they came in from. Kojiro looks to his brother who is flying through hand seals at a rapid rate. He kinda figured this would happen.

"Akutō Release: Hell Path." Kiyoshi began his chant, his eyes turning pure red, finishing with, "Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"

A dragon of pure fire flew out of his mouth, engulfing the whole whorehouse in glorious flames. People inside the building started rushing out, a few naked, screaming their heads off bloody murder. The two brothers just stand on a nearby rooftop and watch as the home burnt down to ashes, collapsing roofs and all. The brothers just smiled, delighting in the fact that they had caused the carnage and had saved themselves from a boring end.

This is what happens when you grow up during the bloody mist era.

"…You do know that the Mizukage will probably dock pay right?"

"Kojiro?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up."