Ruins

There were times when Shikaniku felt blessed for his position. He had often been spared the fruit of battle that ironically awarded him his promotion and, of course, the pay he received allowed his family to live luxuriously. Yet, there were times when he preferred to be someone else: the immense paper-work crowding upon his desk, the reports of failure from his employees, traitors to the organization, the Hokage’s furious rage, just to name a few. But, more than all, sometimes Shikaniku missed the heat of battle. After-all, it was what he was raised upon; he was to be a warrior and nothing else, thus it had naturally taken him some time when he was told that his opportunity for him to dig his steel into the flesh of his opponent would be scarce. However, it had only made him a much more revered target for his enemies, even the ones that he hadn’t known he made. It was for that reason that Shikaniku ensured he traveled with a companion when his duties took him outside of the village. She was an ANBU herself, or well a former member until she denounced her allegiance to the organization. It had been a shame for losing such talent, though, with all in the ANBU, it was simply a minor inconvenience. Afterall, she was working for him right now. Awaiting in the ruins of Uzushiogakure in an unforgettable silence, Shikaniku gave his companion a glance. His eyes lit up in curiosity as her eyes wandered away from his. “Don’t tell me you’re still a little sore about our last encounter, hm?”