Rebirth (Open)

[Natsu Uchiha]

It was a special day for Natsu, not because the weather, the weather was the same like previous days, but the people. New ninjas are coming, new generations of Konoha Ninjas! The glamorous sun radiated on the sky, the beam of the sunlight lit every place. Natsu took a step down from his house, and walked on a small path leading to the Ramen Ichiraku, this is the oldest Ramen stall, and the owner had died and left this stall to his generations. Natsu was happy to see everyone, everyone had a smile on their face, they were ready to face the day. Natsu was in his ninja uniform, after eating ramen, his plan was going to buy some snacks. Finally, he arrived at the Ramen Stall, before sitting, he saw a person, the person was coming toward Natsu's direction, maybe he wanted to eat Ramen, too. Natsu recognized the person, but forgot where he met the person. "Going somewhere?" he asked the person.

[Tengoku Tenshi]

The cold, spring breeze of the forest sounded like it was almost alive; humming with the rattles of countless cicada singing what was presumably, to the ears of their own species a sweet symphony of seduction, or something similar. To human ears, most would consider this din to be not a song at all, but rather a nuisance. Loudly did they declare their passions in the night sky, telling stories of the stars that hung above, but for the ear that did not understand, these sonnets were a clattering din of displeasure; a droning sound of notes not suited to bring any kind of soothing, and instead an interruption to sleep and thought. However, there was at least one such human, who contrary to the masses, found this sound to be pleasing. Not in the same way as the humble cicada might; no, his source of satisfaction was brought through somewhat more sinister means, for to this person, they were a welcome means to help him achieve his ends.

Perched on the rest of a tree blessed with an ample degree of foliage, the figure who appreciated this noise waited patiently, peering at a fully open doctors office. Was this a shinobi, waiting to rectify a failed assassination? Was he paid to kill someone? A professional killer would not wear a sleeveless black and white blazer and black pants and they would have the comportment, the pride of their job. It was a pretty poor attempt at concealing one’s identity, and short of hiding hair colour and dragging the nose upward to look like that of a pig, most of the features of this face were visible. It was these visible facial features that perhaps put to rest any worry that this form was an assassin, for hiding in a loop of knotted cloth, shone eyes as bright as the stars above them. These were not the eyes of a killer, not the eyes of someone who had felt a piece of their soul break away as they stole the life of another, they were deep, and though dark, seemed alight at the same time; burning with dreams and ambitions. This person was no assassin, he was a ninja, a one with immense potential, one that went by the name of Tengoku Tenshi.

Noisy little buggers make for a nice cover... With a small grin, Tengoku glanced around himself and then looked up to the moon, happy at the sound that swam through the air. Not the sharpest of minds, but at the same time not entirely without something of an edge, this boy knew that the din of the cicada would make his intent much easier. With the bugs making that jangling song, the people who sought to avoid it would have to dull their senses in order to sleep; plugging their ears to keep the sound of the vocal little beasts outs. The small Advanced Genin had set up targets on top of the doctors office in an attempt to improve his aim with items like shuriken. Ever since he had reached the rank of Genin he had been doing this. This wicked wisdom he had obtained through experience, rather than intelligence; the delinquent child had known long ago that the blanket of darkness that followed the departure of the sun was a convenient weapon against sight, but what about sound? When things go dark, the sense of sound is the substitute used to inform one of goings on, so even if one could make their image transparent, they would never truly be able to be invisible if they could cover up every trace of their being. The boy in the branch had no time nor experience on how to render himself a true ‘ghost’, but with night hiding the sight of him, and horny bugs hiding the sound, it was good enough for him.

The targets that he had setup on the branches of trees were mere popcans that he had picked up in broad daylight off the streets of Konohagakure. Altering his posture to a 'ready' posture, he knelt on his left knee and held a shuriken in his right. He positioned his facecloth to cover his entire mouth and then he was fully ready. 

Ready..

Set..

Go!

Tengoku threw a kunai that hit one of the five pop cans. He then leaped to another tree, doing a backflip in the air and while in the middle of the backflip, he focused both his kinetic and potential energy to his right hand to successfully throw the kunai and make it hit its target. As he jumped from tree to tree, hitting each and every object in sight, thoughts of his dad came to his head. His dad used to be a Ninjutsu master and he was very skilled at hand to hand combat. His dad used to leap tree to tree with ease and throw the items, hitting each of the targets in the dead center. Tengoku used to clap, he was a more cheerful kid back then, but after his dad's death he seemed to be torn from the very fabric of reality itself, he still was loud and talkative around his peers and friends but with himself, he was silent and dark. He imagined talking to his father in his head as he continuously set up the targets and shot them down, repeating the process for a good thirty minutes.

Quite tired, he decided to take a break, he debated with himself whether to have a healthy lunch or go to Ramen Ichiraku, the oldest Ramen location in the village. After a couple seconds he decided he would head to the old man's Ramen shop, it was not like he had Ramen everyday. 

Two minutes had passed and the shop was in his sight, the saliva started to build up in his mouth, he started to imagine the flavors of the Ramen, salty, elegant and highly fulfilling. It only felt like seconds before he was actually there, he was going to take a seat when he heard a voice that was targeted towards him. "Going somewhere?", the young boy turned his head to face the man, he almost instantly recognized him. It was the Red Fox of Konoha, Natsu Uchiha. The boy had only heard stories about Natsu and how he graduated from the academy at a mere 5 years of age which was quite a feat. However, as highly respected the man was in the village, Tengoku didn't really like him. He didn't really like people superior to him, he wanted all the fame and respect for himself and not for others which was a very fatal flaw that the young boy possessed. Despite not liking him that much, Tengoku wanted to act polite to gain the man's respect, "Just taking a break from training and gonna' munch on some Ramen, how're you doing today?"