Valder was having fun.

The screams of the Iwa nin rang throughout the Torture halls, causing the shinobi and ANBU on duty to nearly cringe in disgust and fear. Valder merely kept his eyes shadowed, a demented grin slowly forming on his pale, shadowy face as yet another scream ripped throughout the dungeons. Lying a bloody pair of scissors down, the blonde-haired Jounin slowly looked up, eyes wide and grin nearly breaking skin as he murmured the question. [b]"Why were you in Hokage-sama's tower?"[/b] War was on the horizon, and the large, military-strong Iwagakure was one of the top-dogs, as far as pure, crushing invasion power was concerned. A shinobi infiltrating Konoha...it was something that required deep torture. Too bad Iwagakure possessed strong shinobi...and this bloodied, beaten man was one of them.

[i]"Fuck off, Leaf prick."[/i] The man garbled, spitting a wad of blood at the Jounin.

It practically turned into poison on the way, where it was absorbed into Valder's flesh.

[b]"I see. Hey...how about finger number three?"[/b] The bloody scissors were picked up once again, and Valder's laughter, along with the ninja's screams, began anew.

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[b]"First impressions...you will be fun! Team 2; Come, Anei, Branch, and Kiri. To Training Ground Two we go~!"[/b] His voice was deep, foreboding, and extremely childish, clashing yet melding with his own mysterious appearance. Valder looked up, one sickly green eye flashing before he grinned and disappeared with a puff of smoke, signifying that he was a Bunshin.