Predators in the Howling Wolf

Juro Uchiha trudged up the muddy road to the Howling Wolf Village, cursing under his breath as his new boots were soiled by the stinking mud. Usually against violence, the idea of assassins and assassinations were never something Juro was fascinated by, but the huge sum offered if he successfully finished the mission was tempting. But Juro didn't need the money. He was affluent, his family being successful ninja were all affluent, and his own wage was usually untouched, lying safely stashed in his vault. The kick of a mission was what Juro liked, and apart from the troublesome murder and suspicion, the idea of carrying out a detective-style investigation with more than a smudge of action actually got him pumped. He turned behind to face his lagging teammate, who seemed to be absorbed by his own thoughts as always. "Kenji, pick up the pace! We're just a few hundred metres away now." He said. Kenji and he were all that remained of the once famous Konoha Team Six, and both were affected by Gekihen's betrayal and recent crimes, but life had to go on. One mission at a time. Juro sighed as memories played through his mind, taking a left turn and finally reaching some solid road.