[COLOR=GRAY][H3][SUB][color=D7BE69]TIMES[/color] IMMEMORIAL: LET [color=D7BE69]BYGONES[/color] BE BYGONES [/SUB][/H3][/COLOR][table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/ie441kj.png[/img]
[COLOR=GRAY][sub]INHERITANCE OF RESPONSIBILITY: TELLTALE OF [color=D7BE69]PROPER[/color] HEARTS[/sub][/color] 
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[/right][/cell][/row][/table][color=gray][right][sup]There circulates a certain distinction between you and the others. 
You haven't realized yet-- The certainty and depth of your potential.
Ah... But with such depth, it will attract the covetous hands of those swept by jealousy.
But you are bound to surmount the hardship assiduously...
--For you wouldn't be part of the [color=d7be69]family[/color] otherwise.[/sup][/right][/color]

[color=gray]The reality of the matter is life is never fair. To live with loyalty and grace requires a certain understanding of your circumstances and above all an acceptance of it, to live with a romanticized notion of reality is to set yourself to failure, perhaps that is why regardless of upbringing all of us live in a world of grey. Some require it to be bright and colorful, sitting comfortably on their laurels whilst searching for hedonism in every corner, believing that life is but a rich depository of joys and wonders. Other revels in the shadows and wallow in the darkness, attempting to drag all those along with them to piteous guise. And the there's the middle, the indescribable middle, the grey people who are eager to not be a part of it. Afraid of normalcy and mediocrity the bleak majority avoid such truth as if there was something greater in their wake, in other words: the statistics. Those whore are probably on the cusp of normalcy, they don't particularly excel at anything and if they do, it's so minimal it never peers outside of their peripheral. Caught in their own inability, those are the one who attempt to ascend above their role. To become better than your average. In this world--

There's nothing worse than being part of the crowd. Yosuke, you're too important to leave yourself be part of the crowd. 

Proper 12 stood before the inevitable, his hands toying with a standard Kunai, towering before the location area. How long has it been since Kaseki introduced himself into their home? Checking his watch, exactly 30 minutes now. It shouldn't have taken him too long now, it was time to dispose himself of the trash. Time to prove himself as a shinobi, all his training, blood-sweat and tears were now gonna be put to display now. A step unto the air from a high building, the youth allowing his weight to be carried onto the void of the sky, dropping into the ground 30 feet beneath him, using his athleticism to twist his body in the air, grab a near by line and spin upon it, using the inertial to rocket himself beyond a large wall. A sign was gestured with his fingers, tiger! The soles of his feet began to radiate the natural energy known as chakra. Almost like a crane landing softly on the pond, his feet met the water on the other side of a large estate. 

There was nothing weaker than a man with something to lose. That's why the hit towards Yosuke was placed, a man who holds so many priceless importance to his leader, of course the leader would attempt anything in his possession to get rid of him. But the family had a code, a strict one at that. The man has already paid the price, did his due and was released into that life of normalcy he decided to have. Proper 12 began to pace peacefully on top of the water, walking ever closer to a large, almost historically traditional minka home. Lavished with an exuberant amount of flair, dark oak flooring and boarding with a florescent sakura tree standing in the middle, couple of guards standing watch. Proper 12 couldn't help but laugh at the thought, it was almost as if the thrill of breaking and entering was begging to boil his blood and cause him to crave excitement. 

[b]"Wait-- is that an intruder? Is he- Is he walking on top of the water?"[/b]

[b]"What kind of witch craft-- Call for back up, we have intruders!"[/b]

Finally noting his presence, Proper 12's smirk couldn't be held any more, his eyes gleamed with an electrical surge that began to crackle at the image of an upcoming fight. The challenge began. It was time to get rid of one of the lower branch managers. Kaseki explained thoroughly, he was to defeat and eliminate Garou Tachibana, the man who placed a hit on Yosuke for treason to the code, attempting to hide under a feign notion of security, a man who hasn't even been in charge for more than a decade has already gotten a swollen head. It was his job to show them what it meant to fear the family. Luckily, this would double as a mission for the village, maybe he'll go as far as to report him to the police. 

His first step started slow, his second began to pick of speed, before you knew it Proper 12 had delivered a full sprint towards the distance. His speed on full display for all to see. The guard quickly formed before him, waiting for his arrival and pointing their weapon at his position. Orbs began to form at his leisure around him, the electricity forming from seemingly nowhere as the orb began to shape into a lance like figure. Proper continued his approach, the lances lunged themselves towards their targets, impaling them! As soon at the were met with its essence, there was no gash nor wound in their bodies, in fact, the lance seemed to have been absorbed by person. However, their motor skills began to malfunction, soon some began to lose balance, others couldn't speak, some even managed to lose their footing and drop their weapons. A soft chuckle peered of Proper's lips, he leaped meeting the distance to begin close-quarters combat.

The flashiness of his skill was at his fullest here, a sequence of quick strikes and kicks were delivered. Mostly towards the temple, chin, diaphragm, gut. Enough to drop their concious upon hit, as more came, the orb continued to dance around and appear, forming spears and lunging themselves to the next enemy, repeating the sequence. Some stood back and began to fire. This is where his speed shone through, one of the orbs rose from the earth itself and instead of becoming a lance, it flew towards the direction of the armed guards, upon coming into range it flashed an incredible bright light. Blinding them all, allowing Proper to shorten the gap, leap and deliver a devastating blow to their stomachs.

Kneeling before the pain, Proper 12 began to dust away and filth that has gotten on his clothes. Looking at the distance, noting Garou through the window as he screamed at a man beside him. Proper 12 shook his head, and the moment their eyes met, Proper gestured to him. Thumb extended and placed at his neck, sliding it left to right, mouthing the words. [i]"Say your prayers"[/i] a wink followed. Proper was more than happy to torture this scum a little more before dealing the final blow.  

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[color=00a651]"You see Yosuke, there's nothing more fragile than a man with something to lose. That's why, as Garou knows, losing you would be a great impact to his credibility and also, it'll affect his standing. He has too many skeletons in the closet, too much contraband against the family. You're security is assured with me here, that is why we have sent one of our best to take care of him. Don't worry, you and Kikiyo are safe. There will be no more threat to your peace one he's done."[/color]

Shocked Yosuke and Kikiyo stared at Kaseki's serious mien as he explained what was happening. Proper 12, the Family's Raijin to take care of the problem. Kikiyo couldn't sustain her happiness, her arms held her fiancee tight as her happiness was displayed through tears. Yosuke was still in awe, but slowly came to, his happiness was beaming as he held his soon-to-be wife tighter than ever. Kaseki took a sip of the tea. Chamomile, guess she was nervous, witnessing the two in an embrace, it was only a matter of time before he'd get the call and the two would finally be absolved of all their troubles.

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