A cold....Chilly day and at 5:00 AM in the morning, the prosperous village of konoha was sleeping. All but one of its loyal villagers slept. That one that stayed awake was Itachi of the uchiha clan. He was regarded as a genius.....One that came along very rarley. Itachi had been named due to his resemblence to another Itachi that had been alive long before he was born. That man was regarded as a traitor, and a hero in equal measure. Often considered the strongest uchiha to have lived. As for himself, he did not care about who he was named after. He only cared for himself......And getting on with the missions he had been given. The thing about Itachi, has been his inability to work with others. A loner......Itachi was a member of the ANBu but his squad was just him. The hokage had so much trust in his abilities....That he could accomplish any mission by himself.
Slowly the clouds began to stir.......Like a spiralling vortex they swirled in the semi dark sky. They turned from their usual snow white....To a dreary black as the rain began to fall. Seaking shelter under a tree, Itachi looked up with an annoyed look as the driplets of water still landed upon his face. The rain treakled dowh his face.....As a swift wind blew the rain to one side. The canopy of the tree top, began to rustle, and sway with the wind. In his hand Itachi held a small scroll. One that had personally been giving to him by the hokage. It was a message for the leader of the wind nation. Apparently it was of great importance. Though it was tempting he dare not to look at the message that lay inside.
Waiting for the sudden downpour to stop......Itach jumped upon a damp branch, and made his way through the forest.....On his to his destination. The journey would take most shinobi along time....Luckily he was not like most and his speed caused what was around him to appear more blurred than usual. He noticed the sudden movement of the creatures, and the slight movement of the leaves. It did not take him long..But he finally arrived.
Moving through the town......He looked up to see a blazing sun, the heat blistering. As he walked through the town.....Many scoffed at him, and turned their heads. There were still those who did not trust the Uchiha clan......And Itachi was wearing the old akatsuki robes.....Which made people hate him even more. He suddenly noticed a small bar.......He was quenched.....Thirsty from his travel and the heat that occupied this land. Going inside he ordered a glass of water and took his seat. Savouring it.....He allowed the ice cold fluids to slide down his throat.....Causing him to let out a gasp of pleasure, for the much needed drink. As soon as he finished....He heard a ruckus coming from outside.Itachi peered through the bar window. He noticed a strange figure, engaging two of the locals, that itachi had seen earlier. The man somehow looked familiar.....Like he had not met him....But knew of his look. Watching the events unfold, iatachi stepped outside and confronted the man, knowing he was a dangerous nd had to be dealt with.
Not speaking, Itachi looked at him with his grey eyes. He cold tell the figure was not one for words either......And reasonong with him would prove difficult. Unbuttoning the top buttons of his cloak. itachi stood staring at the man. He sighed frustrated that his mission was to take longer....But he could not let this figure wander around. In case he caused more harm
Everone around stepped back, and looked on. It happened in the blink of an eye. itachi's hand moved at lighting speeds, and drew fourth three kunai and allowed them to sail through the air towards the mysterious figure. The bystanders were shocked...As they failed to see Itachi's incredible movements. A spilt secongd later, And Itachi had already began to make a few hand signs.....With speed that made him appear to be doing everything in one go. Such fluidity. "Katon: Gōkakyu no Jutsu" Pulling his body back.....Itachi inhaled the air around him, and brought his body forward......As a large balll of flame was released from his mouth...Twice the size of himself as it made its way towards his target. The ground cracking under its pressure.