Invasion: A Stone of Frozen Flames

The day was cloudy, shielding the sun of its glimmer at the village of Namigakure. It was neither hot nor cold. Just normal. "Separate to cover one of four quadrants. Remember... Failure is not an option." the blue-haired leader spoke. Those words echoed in Rokuro's rather empty mind countlessly as he arrived at the north-west section of Namigakure. The invasion had begun and the shinobi of Namigakure seemed prepared. Bodies piled up on Rokuro's path as he approached the middle of the village and thus completing his part of the invasion. Suddenly, he saw a blue-haired man, with an even darker shade of blue than that of his leader. Not uttering a word, he formed a duplicate and it sunk into the ground. "Another victim then..." the man murmured to himself, not even caring to know who his opponent was. To him, everyone was the same, with the exception of his master and his leader. Exerting chakra to his surroundings, he awaited the man's response.