Redheads and Red Eyes

It was a cool breezy day in Konohagakure. The Kage Summit was a few days away, and unease was spreading everywhere. Allegiances were being tested, loyalties being stretched, shinobi raring to have a go at each other...but Juro was bored. It had been six weeks since his last mission, and violating direct orders had led to him earning a bad report and being branded as a 'rebel'. Idiots, Juro thought to himself as he thought about his 'senior officers'. He had easily one of the best mission success records in the village for one reason; he didn't follow stupid orders. In front of him, several young Genin were practicing their shurikenjutsu on a few target boards. Juro yawned as one of them couldn't stop missing—repeatedly failing to hit a board just five metres away from him. As the Genin prepared to fire another shuriken, Juro quickly pulled out his own kunai, flinging it the moment the young Genin threw his shuriken. The kunai hit the shuriken in midair at a bizarre angle, sending the shuriken spinning upwards into an arc, before it hit the bullseye. The Genin stared in amazement at Juro, who was perched on a rooftop roughly 10 metres away, but the Uchiha wasn't amused. "Get your bloody wrist behind that shuriken, kid! At this rate you won't be hitting a damn barn door for ten years!" He snarled, as the Genin bowed apologetically.