The Amegakure Incident (Part One)

Mission: Funding the organization. They all just wanted to flaunt their powers around. Which was fine and dandy, but it was not what this group was supposed to be about. So clearly, it was very insulting when he was the only one who was claiming victory over the missions he had worked so hard to capture, bribe, extort, and convince others to give him. He was trying to fund a village, sustain a nation without having that foolish monarchy type system going on. Though it was ironic how he was in fact being a monarch by doing this. He was ruthless and was clearly no saint. That was for sure.

He walked forward, from his current location with nothing on his mind except completion of yet another contract. So that he could gain other various contracts that could be accomplished in a timely fashion. Or so that was his original intent. Many of the people in the snow-filled town walked about and acted normal. After all he was not apart of the invasion, he was more of a diplomat in his focus and intent. That was for certain. It didn't even matter however, as everything would play out exactly like it should. They would discover the meaning of whatever was going on. Who better to send then a diplomat? Ouroboros was clearly the best at what he did, and that was convincing. As his feet hit the ground he began to wonder about things.

The sun was a monarch, and it proudly kept its grip upon the world. Making its tyrannical presence known to all inhabitants of the endlessly shaping world. It would be attacked however, fought off at the same time by the Rebel. The one who called itself the Moon. Leader of the resistance that held a firm grasp over the entire world. These two entities, keeping themselves in constant scrimmage. Back and forth did they attack one another. Letting all their hatred and angst collide at all times. Back and forth endlessly, in a loop that was never ending. Kind of like a snake who attempted to devour its own tail. Kind of like an Ouroboros. It was an endless spiral, something that was legendary in its own right.

Ouroboros thought of these things as he looked down at the mission Dossier. He was waiting for his comrade to show up. Lord knew he would need the extra manpower. Especially seeing as this mission was entirely classified. Beyond normal standards to say the least. He was not to be assed with the details till he reached the destination regardless. He was waiting by the gates, and had already sent his message out to Exodus. was the last one that he met in his group. Unlike Niiro. The other member of the Swordsmen who had been the first he had encountered besides Dante and Hannibal. He was ready to get this mission completed, and for that reason he appeared to be very eager to get the tasks completed.

"Bitch, I have no idea! Lets go to the meeting place." He stated as he looked at Exodus. He had ran off in any direction, heading to go catch a boat and such to leave the place in which he had been at now. He was heading to the place that they liked to call the house of the pantie dripping. Or something of that effect. The place of pantie moist panties that where dripping of panties. Or was that just Amegakure. Indeed it would be that place. The rain village. So Ouroboros was off, in his cloak and all his appearance did was tell what organization he was representing. Indeed they knew what was up. What was down. It was mission time.

[exit]

"Who ze hell ya calling bitch, bitch tits?". Exodus could tell that this would be a fun trip for him. And so off they went to catch a ride to the place that they needed to be. Exodus was prepared for what was to come, or so he believes himself to be. The Shinobi would also like to think the same for his partner in crime. However, he wasn't able to give an account for the man as far as preparation is concerned. It didn't take him long to get all excited, the foul moth duo, will no dount cause a lot of trouble for others.

[Exit]