The river near Asuma Village gush of youth and vigor, wildlife can be sensed all around, form the smallest ant carrying the carcass of a dead comrade to the elder elks taking a sip from the river. salmon can be seen swimming against the current trying to return to their birthplace and spawn their young. vegetation grew around the river bank giving it an emerald cape of flowers and grass blades.
Just a couple of miles from the village entrance, near the rocky area of the river, sat a lone man with his fishing pole. he sat with his back against the rocks, his head bent as if he was asleep and the pole between his legs. a large straw hat protected his head and a portion of his body from the sun. the rest of his body was covered by a cape made from animal hide.
Not far from where this fisherman rested, the tall grass rustles.
A young boy that wore hard leather armor and a cowl that covered his face, prepares his blade to attack. he cautiously treaded on the grassy veil while keeping his attention on the target, the gushing of the river concealed the constant rustling. he readies himself, and with one mighty push, he lunges towards the unsuspecting fisherman.
"Yaaaaaaahhhh!!!"
The fisherman swiftly leaps into the air just as the assailant's blade was in reach and starts to perform hand Seals...
"Tori, Inu, Ne! , 5 Finger Vine Grapple! "
Thick vines burst from where the attacker stood and began to restricting his movements, wrapping on his limbs and body until he could not move even his head.
The fisherman lands on a large rock with the fishing pole still in hand, fixing his straw hat and brushing off the dust from his cape
"ughn! ughn! damn you Basara no fair!" the boy shouts as he struggles to break free of the constraints. " I haven't learned my hand Seals yet!"
The fisherman removed his hat revealing a man with wavy hazel hair and amber skin. This was Basara, an assassin, Seal master, and pioneer of the implementation of Dust Seals in Azuma Village.
"well you shouldn't be attacking high shinobi's then, am I right Hawkthorn?" he laughed while preforming the hand seals to release the boy.
Hawkthorn aggressively cuts the remaining vines with his blade "I wasn't attacking you, I know that you'd be able to block a neophyte like me".
"I know you kid, you wouldn't waste your time with me especially when I'm fishing, what's up?"
"It's grandfather, he called for you"
"Oh..." a hint of concern could be seen in Basara's eyes.
"you think it's about the K'varaen?"
"Maybe, tell him I'll see him after I've delivered my catch"
"No, I'll deliver them. this seems more important" Hawkthorn offered, empathizing with his senior's worries.
"Thanks, I'll make sure you'll get the details after we've talked"
Hawkthorn raised his hand in agreement and retrieved the bundle of fish that Basara has caught.
the hazel haired assassin looked towards the village, a cool breeze blew across the fields brushed his hair, and made the reeds sing.
Basara put on his hat and started to walk toward his home...
