Killing a Daimyo [CLOSED]

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It had been a month... a month of running away, of forgetting the past, or rather trying. Each and every night, before falling off to a wanted slumber, he would ponder the thought of how he was tricked so many years ago. Each and every night, his stomach churned and ached, all at the thought of the six eight innocent lives that were destroyed that day, all due to the Daimyo in the village. Each and every night, his anger raised and the urge to rid the world of the sick being that did that raised along with it. And each and every night... it lead to the actions of this day...

Jin found himself watching over the small outpost that his family lived in. Already at this time in the morning were customers moving around, hoping to land a grand sword or weapon. It was usually once a day that Seung, Jin's father, that he gave away a free sword, a fancy one too. This was a secret technique to great business. As the customers would wait for that time, their eyes usually followed to other items, and their will would usually fail, and they would always leave for home with something new.

However, this wasn't his goal, not to watch over his family, that was still unaware of him being alive. In their eyes, he could see the sorrow inside, as they attempted to keep a smile. The son that inherited the sword of the family, named after the grandfather, had passed into a memory with the grandfather, or so they thought. A lugubrious wave knocked hard against his heart, and his face sort of lost all liveliness. It was hard watching his family attempt to continue life. It was then decided he would raise their hopes... at least to give them a hint that he wasn't dead. With magnificent craftsmanship of the snow, a replica of the sword strapped to his back was easily created. With another movement, a part of the blade shattered, and in its place was a message...

Jin stood up, and carried the sword down towards the group of people. Going to the side desk outside, where appraisals usually took place, he approached the man named Tae, his uncle. The tanned muscular man peered up into the cloak, and gave a wide grin, "Whatcha have for me?" Retrieving the sword from his side, he placed it on the desk. Tae looked down, placing his glasses on to see more fine detail. A gasp escaped his lips, but when he looked up the cloaked figure was gone...

Jin didn't wait to see their reactions, by the time they would all notice, he would be halfway down the hill, towards the village. And by the time they would look over the tide to view where he was, his body would be hidden in the labyrinth of buildings, which in conjunction to one another, made Yukigakure. Upon entering the gates, the guards halted him for a second, but quickly realized the snow insignia on his arm, and let him in. Luckily, Jin hadn't taken the step to cross out his symbol, if he did... it would prove much more difficult entering the complex.

The young missing-nin navigated himself throughout the long line of buildings, slowly making way towards the largest, which was the Daimyo building. Glances were issued from here and there, and the people seemed a bit frightened by his appearance. The headband wasn't reassuring them either. Still, he made no signs of realizing they were staring at him, trying to avoid all conflict. This was a simple mission, get-in, eliminate the target, get-out. They would know it was him that did it, but it was the only way to get inside the building without threat of killing anyone that didn't deserve death. Turning the final corner, a long line paved the way to the building. Trees also guided the walker, showing the path towards the doorsteps. However, the cement walkway was hidden behind a soft blanket of azure snowflakes. Following the footprints that were visible, he approached the large doors of the snow-capped building...

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The large wooden doors stood tall, with various engravings. Jin stood frozen at the site, remembering the last time he viewed these doors. It was the day where he ran away, and disappeared into the mountains. His gloves fingers traced the woodgrain a bit, something he used to do as a good. Closing his eyes, memories drew themselves in his head, and an image of a brilliant young boy was standing in this very spot. His hair was a dark blue, his eyes an azure that lightened any mood. He wore nothing besides a t-shirt and shorts, despite the cold weather. For hours he would stand there and think, all while tracing the woodgrain of the large doors. Except this was different, when he was young he would trace the lines hoping for recognition, this time he was tracing, while planning how to go about killing the Daimiyo...

He had many well-developed scenarios, though towards the end of most, it involved taking down someone that wasn't meant to be killed. Jin wanted this job to be clean, and there was so many opportunities to do it, yet so many possible accidents as well. Jin's body was heating up from frustration, and it was thanks to the crystallized droplets that fell onto his face and the cold breeze that made his cloak flutter that saved him from over-exerting himself. His free hand that didn't make contact on the door was not partially covering his eye and resting on his forehead, squeezing a bit using most of his ability to think. It took awhile, but the idea finally came to him... the plan was perfect.

Jin removed his cloak, and placed it on a post, a post he would visit after the job was done. Then,with a twitch of his hand, the snow above him rain down with frozen blades. His skin was pierced in various places, and trickles of blood was running down his face. His arms were cut up, along side most of his face and body, a worthy depiction of being lost and damaged in the mountains. With a long breath, he got into character. Slamming his hand on the door, he let his left arm dangle. Right after the slamming, his right arm wrapped the fingers around the left's bicep, and he waited patiently, a bit slouched over, acting like he was feeling fatigue.

Foosteps became audible, and within a few seconds, the door creaked open, and it was the desk assistant, Yukira Morimito. She gasped, first at the sight of Jin. A few seconds later, another gasp arrived, and she then realized how cut up and hurt he was. "Jin?! A-are you alright?!" her voice was suffering from disbelief, worry, and a bit of joy. However, Jin didn't let his disguise slip one bit. With a simple nod, he took a step in, letting her shut it behind him. Yukira was an academy student alongside Jin. She was one of the people amongst his age, that admired his strength. They weren't exactly close friends, but friends none-the-less.

Coughing a bit, letting blood fall to the floor, which actually came from the inside of his lip he bit to draw blood from. However, with the coughing, the damage seemed much more fatal, and it appeared as if he were seriously injured. "Take me up... to the Daimiyo..." he gasped heavily, and staggered a bit, all a bit flamboyant, but the shock of him being alive hid that fact. With a straight nod, Yukira helped him up the long spiral stairs that swirled the inside wall of the oval shaped building. Once reaching the doors inside, Jin looked at her seriously, and she knew he was to talk to the Daimiyo by himself.

Entering the large room, the high and mighty man, was staring down at some papers. He paid no attention to Jin, the one who had just entered. Instead, while looking at his papers, he just spoke, "I have no time for useless chit-chatter. Just tell me when I'm free." A few seconds passed by, and the Daimiyo spoke again, "Did you here me? I said- he paused finally looking up. Standing in front of him was a ghost from a month ago, in a living an breathing body. His body was petrified, not at the site of the injuries, at the site of his star shinobi being alive. Wide eyed, he stuttered a bit before gaining the ability to talk again. "J-jin! Y-y-you're alive! MY BOY!"

When the Daimiyo did meet a visual contact with Jin, he didn't appeared injured though. A few cuts here and there, but he was still standing strong, and holding the same ambitious eyes as many years ago. As he approached the desk, a mischievous grin grew wider and wider across the Damiyo's face, many more schemes coming alive in his head. A stationary guard who just entered from the balcony was the right-hand man of Jin, a sort of rival. Kisukiro Yamanishi was his name. He was jealous of how much attention Jin received at it was a bad nightmare all over again. Being forced out of the room, he left with a devilish glare.

Now Jin was all alone with the Damiyo, in an empty room. Sitting up and proud, the Daimiyo questioned Jin, mainly with the usual first question when someone shows themselves from the dead again. "What happened?" His eyes were gleaming with pride, and seemed to hold more ambition than ever. His start shinobi had overcome death, an obstacle not even the older Kage's could do. The man he looked at now was probably going to be a revolution for the village, and most likely lead Yukigakure into becoming a great shinobi village... something the world hasn't seen ever happen. A lesser village rising up to the rest. This would be a revolution, and he would be the leader of it. Those before him would fall, and his first goal would be to conquer Kirigakure. With a sneak attack from the mountains, they wouldn't stand a chance. With the power of Kiri, there would only be one Great Shinobi Village, Yukigakure. Those who pitied the village would fall amongst the power of the snow, and with the ultimate power of the snow ninja, the land will be forced into an ice-age where only his people could dominate!