Amekage

Prolouge

The rain thundered against the roof of a large mansion, belonging to a very wealthy man who lived on the edge of the land of fire.

While the night was unpleasant and cold, the rain made an excellent cover for the shinobi that walked on his roof, whispering to one another as droplets of water rolled off their clothing. The three figures were clad in all black, wearing individualized masks, a short sword strapped to each of their backs.

The tallest of the three spoke, his mask resembling that of a bug. More specifically, a centipede. Sharp mandables were carved into his mask where his mouth should be.

"We can move in now," He said. "I have two squads stationed outside, they will only move in after I give the signal."

"Does everyone remember the plan?" The female asked, her mask resembling that of a wolf with red stripes on the cheeks.

"Yeah," The male with the mask of a toad in red Kabuki war paint replied. "I remember the plan."

"Any idea how many victims there are?" The girl asked.

"No," The tallest of the three sighed. "Nobody has been able to slip in unnoticed, we'll just have to hope for the best."

The other boy punched his fist into his other hand. "Then let's go already!"

"He's right," The girl nodded. "We're only wasting time sitting here."

And so, the three smashed through a window, deciding to make their presences known instead of slipping in silently. No one else seemed to have any luck sliping inside discretely, so the best way in was through the window, which also happened to be a very loud way of getting in.

They landed on the floor gracefully, unbothered by the shards of glass scattered around them, knowing they wouldn't harm them. Brushing off their clothes, they stood back to back, weapons drawn as they covered each others blindspots. Despite how loudly they entered the house, no one came to fight them. The hallways remained eerily silent.

"Maybe they heard us coming and ran away." The blonde shrugged, earning a smack from the girl.

"Honestly, have you learned nothing over these past months?" She scoffed.

"Well why else would no one come and find us!?" He huffed.

"Be quiet," The oldest of the trio hissed. "They haven't ran, I'm guessing that they know we're here and are focusing all their manpower on keeping the one in charge safe."

"Or they're guarding all of the stuff they plan on selling." The girl added.

"Could be," He nodded, then continuing. "But we have to advance carefully, they have to know we're here."

"Right." The other two nodded.

Footsteps echoed from down the hall, slowly getting closer and closer. This person was clearly in no rush to approach them. He rounded the corner, revealing a man with short choppy brown hair and green eyes. His arms were covered in scars, however, he approached with no weapons in his hand, a sword obviously strapped to his belt.

"Drop your weapons," He demanded, his arms crossed over his chest. "Otherwise I'll have to subdue you using force."

"Sorry, but I'm afraid we're here on a mission." The leader of the trio replied. "Your employer has been dabbling in some shady business for years."

"Yeah, I know," He shrugged, his face going slack. "But he pays good money and it's better than being homeless."

"Then come back with us," The girl urged him. "Help us take him down and you can come back with us."