Lone Drop of Blood among a Monsoon

Disclaimer: The events within this article, while constituting events that lead up to events within the Fanon Canon regarding Amegakure's current state of affairs, is not directly involved in the current Fanon Canon.

A Bloody Mess
Amegakure, the metropolis of the Hidden Villages, stood today as it did every day. Clouds gathered around the village, leaving the village to be left in perpetual rain as it should have been. There was nothing that anyone could do to help the state of the village's climate; it was for their security. The security that Amegakure prided in...it was the one thing that a certain man looked out for. His eyes scanned the horizon, took in every detail he could possibly imagine. There was the crowded nature of the streets; the thousands of alleys that could be used as escape routes; the impenetrable number of guards sanctioned within the village. It wasn't just a village; it was a fortress.

"The newly designed fortress." The man added to his contemplation, after he had finally gotten rid of the shadows that surrounded him in that narrow residence. He was on the terrace of the second-highest building in the entire village; the tallest was the residence of their leader; Izaya. It was his reign that brought about the massive shifts in the village. Nobody could complain. After all, he "single-handedly" wiped out the greatest threat to civil order within Amegakure: the Eight-Legged Table. The sole purpose of this man's life had been to eradicate those scum; his satisfaction was stolen from him. Years had passed since that event. He had attempted to move on in his life, but it was useless. Everything had bored him, except for one thing: conflict. He needed conflict to be arisen within his life once more. How would he do that? Rebellion.

The man who planned this was none other than Muketsu of the Blood Release (血遁の無血, Ketton no Muketsu); none had remembered his existence, however. Appearing within his black kimono, his long hair tied into a single ponytail and with nothing in his arms, he looked onto the gates that bordered the massive metropolis. They were daunting, but nothing was impossible. He had planned this meticulously. It only took a matter of seconds. By the clicking of his fingers, Muketsu had the entire apartment complex feign the image of screaming on top of their lungs into the citizens and guards around his residence. It was time...for bloodshed.

"Ah!" Muketsu feigned as he pretended to run out of the door, his clothing making him appear charred and injured. He pleaded to the citizens, "Terrorists! There's a terrorist within that building! He's killing everyone in sight! Please, please help us!" His attention was on the guards, whom he had intended to keep occupied for a brief period of time.