The duo walked into the village gates of Konoha. Shadow could feel the eyes staring at him. It had been quite some time since he had last set foot here. Last time, he had stolen the Fourth Hokage’s kunai.
“Be alert…” he said to Christine. “Last time I had been here, I stole something precious. They might not forgive me for it.” He said. He checked the bingo book of the area, and Shadow’s sketch had been simply a man with a mask, and detailed to have stolen the Fourth Hokage’s Kunai, and used the element of Blaze. It said nothing about his Sharingan luckily. Shadow could see from far away the man he injured… the only one man he left alive. Shadow pulled her to the side, to the bar that they were just about to pass. They ordered drinks and began to talk.
“Low profile… just until it gets dark…” he said.
Soon, the moon had brought itself around, and Christine had been drinking, and filled with joy, as she had been surrounded by men, flowering her with drinks and compliments at one of the VIP bars.
“What part of low profile doesn’t she understand…” he said from the bar table, sitting alone. Now had been about the time…
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