| abstract | - "This isn't like you Shingi." Kurama states, closing its eyes and actually lying its head down. Shingi finally spoke, "Kurama you can't sense it? Not even a little? It's like a sensation of something we might want to get mixed up in." Shingi exited his psyche and he sat in the center of Konoha's training field standing to his two feet he looked at his surrounds. "That feeling you get when..." Just as the sun set over the Leaf the presence of half a dozen chakra signatures within the village's archive all but vanished, as if they were all put on the brink of death in an instant. This left a lone signature, far from impressive, within the confines of the facility, which calmly made its way through the building. This presence, attributed to a relatively tall man in a black jacket, possessing equally dark eyes and hair, strolled through the archives, stepping the collapsed bodies of leaf ninja, before stopping before a particular bookcase. Glancing at the tomes before his eyes for a moment, he promptly grabs one of the titles and begins flipping through the pages. "So it was here," Kazuhide murmurs quietly, seemingly finding what he had been searching for. Placing his hand over one of the pages a small puff of smoke is emitted as a scroll is released from the seal it had been placed. Carefully replacing the book to its place on the shelf, the intruder stores his acquisition in his jacket before making his way towards the exit. "It's about time I got out of this stifling village," he thinks to himself, passing by the unconscious archivists and guards once again. Shingi stood for a few seconds, and upon so Shingi was brought into his psyche yet again. "Shingi, did you-" Kurama began to speak before being cut off. He laid his head back down as he began to listen to the words that were about to come out of Shingi's mouth. A small frown was formed on Kurama's face. With the likeliness that he was annoyed. "Yeah, scents were wiped out near instantly...then all of a sudden it became calm and nothing more happened." Shingi took off exiting the training grounds then reaching the gates to the entrance of Konoha. "It was all from that archive..." Shingi stated as he continued to make his way. Kurama then spoke, "You know something Shingi, there's a distinction about someone's scent that's around here." Shingi stood at the entrance of the archive. Just as Shingi approached, the door of the archive opened and out stepped a grey-haired man wearing thick rimmed glasses. This man, visually recognizable as one the resident archivists, displays a look of bewilderment at the approaching shinobi. "What brings someone here so late in the evening?" the man questions as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his flack jacket, a small amount of blood running down his hand. Inspecting Shingi for a moment, the shinobi turned looked over the village and lit a cigarette. Glancing back toward Shingi, the light revealing a thin crack in the man's glasses, the man patiently waits for a response. A quick glance of the man was enough for Shingi to get a full synopsis of the man. The smoke from the cigarette filled the air around them, and tried his best to hide his annoyance of it. "What brings me?" Shingi's low voice sang as his words played through the air, he hated being questioned. "Visiting the archive is all. I don't get much free time, so I decided to use my break on this place today." Shingi began to move up towards the entrance of the place, and he'd face a horror of going directly through the smoke. "Oh...I see," the man said with a look of surprise, "Sorry, we don't get many stray visitors this late...feel free to come in." Taking a final drag of his cigarette, the man flicks the butt over the banister before opening the door to the archive. Inside a pair guards glance over before nodding as the archivist makes his way into the building. Back towards the rear of the room a couple more archivists can be seen taking notes as they look over a the contents of a bookshelf, while another another pair could be heard returning books just outside of view. Much like bespectacled archivist that led Shingi into the building, everyone looked oddly disheveled. "So...did you just come by to look around?" the archivist questioned Shingi, taking a seat at one of the several desks, "Or did you come here to find something in particular?" "Hm...particular you say? Oh yes, I did." Shingi's face was a straight as ever at this point. He consistently looked over his shoulder. Then thought to himself, "This has to be a genjutsu of sorts." Shingi look back up at the man. "While on my way here I smelt something a little fishy. Then all of a sudden it all vanished...Not sure if you get my drift." Shingi states, reassuring himself things were far from normal. "Hmm...you did?" the archivist responds whilst furrowing his brow, "I'm afraid it's been uneventful since we began our shift at noon. In fact, it has just been the six of us here all day...you're our first visitor." Looking around cautiously Shingi looked up at the archivist. "Very well then, I guess I shall be on my way." He states turning around heading towards the exit of the place. "Shingi you aren't going to just let this go by right?" Again Shingi hated being questioned, and even Kurama was aware of this. "Kurama even you know, what hides in the dark will come to the light." "Well, we all appreciate you taking the time to stop by," the archivist explains, standing back up and giving Shingi a nod of approval. After a quick wave, and gathering up a small stack of papers, he turns away and makes his way from the door. Meanwhile the other six individuals in the room continue about their business as usual. "So Shingi...what's next?" Shingi glared at Kurama for a while he couldn't beat to keep quiet any longer. "That two questions in less that fifteen minutes, Kurama. It seems you're trying me." Shingi exited his psyche as he reached the entrance of the archive. "I guess, I'll destroy this entire building, hm?" This was the moment Shingi waited for. I mean in the first place he was discontinued from his training. It was quiet outside, but in a instance it would change. With a simple tap up against his arm, the his chakra exerted, pushing out against anything that was in his sight. A dust storm would surely appear, and it was only the start of what he was planning. "What an troublesome individual. He must be a skilled sensory type, but I suppose it was too obvious that something was going on," Kazuhide thinks to himself from his relatively concealed position, "By exerting that much chakra he's going to going to inevitably draw other leaf-nin here, and my position will be easily revealed. Though, simply making a run for it now also serves his purposes as well. Either way, a display like that forces my hand." Knowing that he would have to act quickly, as any delay would only complicate things, the intruder finally makes his move. With a considerable display of force, the door to the archive is blown off by a fiery explosion. Following up immediately what appears to be the grey-hair archivist leaps through the flames and rushes over the railing toward the village. Inside the archive itself the collapsed bodies of the six remaining individuals lay sprawled across the floor, their chakra all equally disrupted. Meanwhile the fleeing individual leaps from building to building, trying to distance himself from Shingi.
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