Good Day for the Crows

The sun illuminated an endless sea of stone spikes which protruded and created a naturally occurring pattern of death. Whistling wind's crafted a beautiful duet while it passed through rocky formations. The sun's unbearable glare dimmed while it slowly disappeared into the distant horizon. Thus allowing the heaven's to shine in a distant azure background which created a beautiful blend of orange and blue. Giving it the bleeding appearance that those at home had grown accustomed to. Meanwhile, Ishigakure's winds began to increase in intensity as night rapidly approached, ultimately cooling down it's serene atmosphere. However, those whose veins pumped native blood felt perfectly fine. Actually tonight was rather perfectly set. A rare but wondrous evening for joyous occasions. But those who occupied the stone forest understood that they would never experience such a pleasantry. Especially on a night as important as tonight...

"Are they near, Zenjou-Taichou?" A shinobi asked. He stood behind his infamous captain alongside a few other ANBU who also wore a black scarf which obscured the bottom of their faces as well as a hood which hid the top. They also kept their bodies wrapped in unique fabric thus allowing unrestricted movement. Four warriors, each indistinguishable from the next, peered over a rather large formation with only their captain appearing normal. There he stood with his usual silver kimono with an intricate grey design, both a color which complimented his deathly skin and porcelain hair. Two ebony horns extended from his forehead as they formed a unique contrast of color. Zenjou's golden eyes seemingly pierced the night while he followed a distant target; A caravan carrying a rather expensive looking target. His feathered tail swayed with excitement.

"Yes. With this attack we can finally end the tension between the Lands of Earth and Wind. The Earth Diamyō can't decline our offers after this!" He spoke with an undeniable pride that forced others to follow without thinking. An orb emerged from a structure near the targets location which synced with Zenjou's closed eye. "Our target is inside but there are ten guards." He focused once more as he attempted to gauge the enemies power. However, the Daimyō's son lacked the refine senses that many classmates possessed. He saw their energy and few minor details but nothing that could truly make a difference. One could see why friends eventually labelled him a Master of General/Useless Information. "I won't need my bow for such a weak enemy; Let's retrieve the target and kill everyone with unseen swiftness." He chuckled. A small laugh filled to it's brim with arrogance escaped his lips. "This is to easy. One. Two. Three!"

They immediately darted towards their target while masterfully maneuvering through Ishigakure's stone formation. They dashed from spike to spike, using it's high peeks to gain an additional element of surprise. Zenjou's squad appeared before their targets almost instantly with Zenjou standing before them all. He cracked a smile and held up a single defiant hand.

"Hand him over and you'll all see your families tonight!"