An Unheard Whisper in the Wind

Takigakure. A village which lived in utter peace due to it's isolationist policies. However, it's involvement in past affairs have left numerous scars upon the shinobi world. The creation and utilization of an unholy technique which rivaled that of immortality. It's acquisition of a capable of easily leveling countries. Perhaps Takigakure's greatest weapon is its secracy. Despite indulging in horrid practices, Takigakure remained hidden from the world as it silently grew in power. Takigakure gained reputation for producing deadly shinobi. A village protected by narture's waterfalls. Making it a land impossible to invade or find. However, nothing could evade an eye from one of the seven faces. Although a location with few agents, Takigakure had a deep influence as well. Few knew of Takigakure's hierarchy. Only tales of council elders controlling it's functions spread beyond its boundaries. Yet one of these elders managed to have a contract made against him. Someone brought his life. And now the time to pay arrived.

He stood silently atop a branch. High above the ground, Takigakure was known for it's immense trees. Darkness consumed his body with not an ounce of energy being felt. Emotionless. Empty. Zenjou peered at a shiny object in his hand through the mask on his face. Golden eyes reflecting in glimmering metal. His mask hid a smirk as he traced Sunagakure's symbol. Congratulations on becoming a Jōnin Zenjou-san! Words echoed. Memories. Thank you. The only thing he could reply. Th promotion was sudden. But he felt a certain happiness. Finally, another weapon to protect his loved ones. Including the seedling he recently found out about. And as he rose through Sunagakure's ranks, so did he follow the shadow. Now a sensei of assassination, Zenjou awaited for his student. He placed his forehead protector back into his pocket.

"Where is she dammit?" Zenjou asked impatiently. Zenjou had folded his tail around his body underneath his kimono. Sending uncomfortable shivers up his spine. "Last time I agree to a team contract." He pulled his mask down. A beaked construct composed of bone. "I swear I'll have her head!"