C-Rank: Temple Robbers WIP

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Death and taxes...supposedly those are the only sure things in life. However, in Kumogakure only one thing was certain: death, well, that and having a drunk kage, but it all worked out in the end to death. With this thought in mind a dark figure walked silently through the the abandoned streets of Kumogakure in a slight drizzle. Each footstep would echo up and down the cobblestone street as the figure moved through the poorly lit streets. Oddly enough the moist smell of rain was mingled with a pleasant smoky smell that made the atmosphere a bit smoky. Perhaps some poor soul was awake at this hour burning the midnight oil, who was to say? It did not matter to the lone figure.

The shadowy figure wore the headband of Kumogakure around his neck and the almost grey hair hung down in a clean braid. The sharp features of the face had small raindrops running down it and onto the armor of a true warrior: the armor of a samurai. On his legs were a pair of baggy brown pants that went down to his ankles. On his feet? On his feet he wore finely crafted sandals that allowed for a fair bit of maneuverability and comfort.The name of the noble warrior, well, that was simple: Ukita Hideyasu, Chuunin of the village hidden in the clouds...