[center][img]http://safebooru.org//images/765/bc44ef3fcbffe70164a56b74c41c7e7a4c7f74d6.jpg?770909[/img] [h2][color=khaki][b]N.C.4[/b][/color][/h2] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSqGpawwqso]Ikana[/url][/center] [hr] [center][h2][b]The 11th Corp - Concealed Outlet N°47[/b][/h2][/center] Deep within the Downtown Naruto, businesses creep with customers hoping to beat the others with the same idea of departing during odd hours in order to avoid getting to wait in line. All these commercial outlets of any sector were roaring with activity and revenue, all except for one in this busy street of Akimichi Avenue. A shop only known as Kiba & Son was closed with boarded up windows and a rusty door, quite an ugly contrast compared to the marketing endeavors most shop owners went through to have their joint a lot more attractive that it would normally be. It was reported to be closed for almost a year now, only rarely do these doors ever open to let in some shady looking mustached man who would quickly enter and then leave as if he was delivering something. But that was only during night times, which only caught the eyes of a few old owls who didn't know better than to mind their own business. Today, that same strange looking man wearing a tench coat and a fedora went in this shop in broad daylight, capturing the attention of multiple locals who were simply flabbergasted by this otherwise irrelevant fact. He didn't come out as fast this time, and all they were wondering was when he would come out, little did they know just what this forsaken building held. Within the abandoned walls of the forgotten shop was a large, empty room with a metal chair in the center and a table at the far right, quite a distance from the chair itself. Black stains were smeared all over the concrete floor and walls, but seemed to date back from an extended period of time. The table was covered in chains and various cutting weapons, nothing like a surgery type, but more of a construction oriented tool set. On the chair sat what the man was looking for. A quiet N.C.4 sat lifeless, head facing the floor and its entire body perfectly motionless, not even a simple nudge to breathe. Once the man entered within ten meters of the robot, it abruptly lifted its head to face the man, fixating him with the most widened eye he had likely seen in his life. The robot was trying to recognize the individual, and did so quite quickly as it got up just a second after that heart sinking look and proceeded to walk over to the table covered in tools. No words were exchanged, just that simply look sufficed. As it reached the table, it glanced over at the wall before it, only to have a small lamp turn on to reveal a mirror in which it acknowledged its flawless face. No impurities, no scars, just its trademark bags. All was flawless except for a minuscule red dot on its neck. Realizing this, it grabbed a handkerchief on the table and simply scrubbed it away with very precise and graceful movements. "[b]Hyuuga Chihiro is her name. The Tiers Person is Gin Kakiyama. Clear?[/b]" The emotionless humanoid paused for a second, before reaching to turn off the lamp. It turned to face the man, the same cold expression on its face as the bot approached him. The man didn't flinch, but he didn't seem at ease around this creature. N.C.4 would stop a meter away from the man before giving a strangely curious look toward the empty wall behind the man. "[color=khaki]A Princess, a Foreigner and Something. It would make a lucrative children's story, Mister Kura.[/color]" With these bizarre yet possibly quite business savvy comment, Junshiro departed from the area, leaving the shady man to leave as he wanted. All business owners nearby couldn't believe their minds as they suddenly saw someone randomly leave the place, someone they hand never seen. But as the most curious peered out of the comfort zone to catch a better glimpse of the individual, they had vanished in the crowd. [hr] [center][h2][b]The Hyuuga Compound[/b][/h2][/center] After a good hour walk, N.C.4 finally reached the peak of the hill where the compound was known to be. With its enhanced sight, it could already recognize the silhouette of the elegant looking heir of the noblest clan of Konoha. Sprinting toward her was a strange looking individual, and it it weren't for Junshiro's powerful ability to process visual information, he would have had his legs severed before even the explosion of blood could tarnish a simple square centimeter of the Princess' dress. N.C.4's first priority was insuring Chihiro's survival as long as the mission was active, which was the case the moment it was "activated". Assessing him as a minimum threat, even if he was somewhat hostile, the Hyuuga had the power to hold him at bay. N.C.4 approached the young lady at its own, slow rhythm without any form of interruption and keeping a perfectly regular gait. Its figure screeched elegance coupled with a mysterious sensation, one that made it seem barely human from the get go. It could be the fact that it didn't look female nor male, and this went beyond appearances but also non-verbal communication. Once at nine meters exactly from the Princess, likely enraged at this point by the pervert, N.C.4 knelled with one leg and bowed to the royalty. "[color=khaki]Princess Chihiro. It is a great honor, please forgive my modest attire. I am Junshiro, I will insure your safety and well being throughout this operation.[/color]" It would get back up after announcing its identity with a completely monotone voice before giving the cold and emotionless glance it continuously gave to anything it interacted with. Unlike the girl, it simply had a skin tight, turtle neck sweater with black jeans and boots, leaving only its pale white face and hands exposed. It remained stiff, body completely straight, as it waited for Gin to manifest his presence as well as the acknowledgement of the Princess before continuing. It was not going to waste time, but it knew perfectly well its place before the person is was tasked to work with, as illogical as it seemed to it.