"Rin,"
The guard's body fell silently to the floor in a crumpled heap, sword dangling loosely by his belt and warm blood spilling from the gash in his throat. His assailant bowed and back-stepped into the shadows of the towering pagoda, vanishing from sight as quietly as he had come. With a soft "thud" he leapt into the air, bringing his legs up to his chest and flipping backwards and landing on his feet on the ledge above. Taking one last fleeting glance back at the poor man, he began to walk silently toward the other side of the outcrop, wiping the drying blood off his blade with a dark red rag. Crouching at the opposite edge, two more men could be seen conversing rather joyously about the prisoners they had contained inside the building. Izayoi hummed dully in the man's head in the presence of these wrong-doers, he knew this feeling all too well. "Yes, Izayoi…heaven's judgment will be brought down on these wicked fools…" he cooed as he dove silently off his perch toward his victims.
Rikimaru hit the ground silently behind one of the chatting guards, Izayoi lashed out in a deadly jab that severed the base of the man's brainstem, splattering crimson blood over Rikimaru's hand and arm, he jerked the sword and it severed its way out of the side of the poor man's neck.
"Pyo,"
In the same fluid motion, the ninja dropped to the dry ground and rolled to his right, right beside the second guard who was desperately fumbling with his sheath with his mouth gaping, but before he could even exclaim in fear, the shadow was upon him. The sword's tip pierced through the guard's left side, slipped beneath his ribcage and into his lung. A rush of air signified his last breath. Rikimaru caught him with one arm and lowered the corpse to the ground quietly as to not make any extra noise.
"Tho,"
He bowed quickly and backed against the wooden wall of the pagoda. Looking around the corner and through the rice paper window, Rikimaru could tell that the coast was clear for him to move. He hesitated for a split second to listen to the 'voice' of Izayoi; it was too soft for anyone to be anywhere close. He removed a shuriken from a fold in his uniform and used the sharp tip of it to cut a hole just large enough for him to fit through. The ninja crept silently through the opening and began his tedious search for the target of this assassination.