[center][color=#C4D9E0][h2][b]Nisekuru, Koutaku[/b][/h2][/color][hr][hider= ][img]http://i.imgur.com/kEOUnIM.png[/img][/hider][/center]
He had been sent to carry out a specific mission in this locale, but the longer he had staked things out the worse he realized the situation was. Firstly the place smelled terrible--and while ultimately not a huge deal, it made a difference in the long run--but more importantly...the enemy was here.

A shinobi from Amegakure was here as well and even if they weren't after the same things as Koutaku, well...they had to be dealt with. While he wanted to take them out from the shadows, it turned out that it had been quite awhile since he'd gotten to test his mettle against someone who would not then spread rumors about his capabilities. This, it appeared, was perhaps going to be one of his best and only chances to do just that.

So it was that, rather than simply get within his kill range and then throw a single well placed kunai from a blindspot, Koutaku stepped out from cover and spoke.

[color=#C4D9E0][b]"Well aren't you the unlucky one,"[/b][/color] he said audibly even as he flexed his chakra subtly, keeping his distance from the shinobi and remaining roughly 15 meters away from him. While he had yet to draw any weapons, the way he moved revealed the threat that he posed. Every movement was measured, controlled, evoking a predatory grace.

Koutaku had been practicing.