Leaving Konoha... Again...

Rays of moonlight light pierced the glass of Kenzo's bedroom window as he laid motionless in his bed. There was not a sound, except the muffled call of crickets lost somewhere outside Kenzo's window. Raven black strands of hair spread wildly across the even darker case of the pillow Kenzo's head rested upon. His eyes were open. 

He saw darkness... endless darkness in every direction except in one particular spot within his room. Kunai and Shuriken gleamed a steely black as light cast itself upon his frame. The wall opposite of Kenzo's position, the wall where all of Kenzo's weapons, armors, and various other special items were stored, was under the spotlight of the moon. It seemed that tonight the shinobi world was calling, and Kenzo would answer. Whether or not Kenzo should have been engaging in such activities only hours after attacking a village and expending most if not all of his chakra was... questionable, but Kenzo did not care. In the dark of night, Kenzo could not resist the urge to sate his lust for action and adrenaline.

Small, toned arms tossed back the comforter that covered Kenzo's body, allowing the cold air to kiss his skin, but he felt nothing for he had a Heart of Fire. Any excuse the average shinobi might have made for themselves to permit the act of crawling back in bed, Kenzo burned out of his mind. He was going to do something dangerous, and he was going to do it that night. With his pale, bare chest expose for all the darkness to witness, Kenzo sat up before pushing off his bed, and rises to a stand. He approached the wall where all his gear had been mounted, wearing nothing except his red hot flaming undies. He began to take weapon after weapon from the wall, ensuring that each weapon was securely tucked away within that Savar Suit. Weapons that could not fit were simply seal away within Kenzo scroll. The last weapons to be sealed away were a single Kunai, and a single Fuma Shuriken. Kenzo disconnected each of the blades from the Fuma Shuriken before before pulling out a piece of wire and attaching it to the inner latch of each blade. He then adjusted the wire, ensuring that the Shuriken could be twirled, and thrown without slicing the wire. When adjustments were complete, Kenzo put the Fuma Shuriken back together, and placed it on a desk. 

From his pocket he retrieved four paper bombs, and attached three of the four onto the blades of the Fuma Shuriken. The last paper bomb was wrapped around the handle of the Kunai for grip, making sure none of the inscriptions could be seen so that it simply appeared to a kunai with material wrapped around its handle. It was the perfect way to hide the Kunai's little hidden secret. 

The way he prepared those weapons, you could have sworn this kid was about to go to war with the entire world. He had to prepare this way, not even he knew what he would encounter out in the field today. After all, it was his first day on the job. 

He toke his chakra battle pants down from the wall, and slipped , to the desert of one leg at a time into each opening. He felt his chakra coursing through his veins. It was as though simply wearing the fabric associated with battle had increased the capabilities of his body. Still, that would not be the only piece of armor that he went out into the field with today. He looked up to find the Savar Suit. He put it on, his chakra immediately being suppressed. 

Kenzo hastily sprinted towards the room window before opening it, and... Wait. He turned around, picked his sunglasses up from the edge of the bed, and put them on. He then hopped out of the window, closing the thing behind him before sliding to to edge of the roof top, and allowing himself to do fall to the ground below. He landed with a thud before heading towards the main gate, where he would soon find himself exiting the village. From the forest of Konoha he came. To the desert of Sunagakure he went. 

"Please don't do anything stupid..."


He mumbled.

[Exit Konoha, Heading towards Sunagakure]

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