[attr="class","img"]

[attr="class","title"]



The Dark Knight[break]

On my way to the top!

[attr="class","text"]



Despite the young Shinobi's tenure, this was his first time inside Ame. The rain village gave a rather gloomy vibe, being shrouded in clouds, and the locals' aura was relatively dry. People didn't greet strangers and often kept to themselves, minding their business. Sanosuke traveled outside of his usual attire, wearing something more fitting for the party. Being tasked to join the mission late, he knew the VIPs would already be attending. Since they wouldn't know his face, he came with an entire alias and persona to blend in. When he finally arrived at the building, he saw it was no different than any other. Inside the village, their architecture and style were so different from any of the other nations. Sanosuke wondered if it was just their taste, or perhaps it laid some form of utility use for their unusually wet climate. When Sanosuke entered the building, it quickly changed. The room was bright and full of smiles. The aroma of food stretched to just an inch from the entrance and had enough strength to carry you right over to it. Sanosuke took a deep inhale and exhale, the aroma like revitalizing air, raising his spirits with each breath. A smile soon called his face home as he scanned the room left and right. He raised his hands to fix his bowtie, wearing a western-style tuxedo. He carried very few tools and weapons he kept hidden around his clothing. His tux being fitted made it hard to carry anything too large without showing a bulky appearance.

He stopped, reached into his jacket, and pulled his invitation. One showing he was one of the hosts VIPs. This allowed him to bypass security without being checked. Sanosuke found this rather dangerous, to begin with, and saw that anyone could easily slip in. When he passed security and entered, he could see that many of the guests had already started to drink. While he moved through the crowd, he made sure to start conversations with anyone he could to seem familiar with the guests. This would allow him to ease the tension and prevent any suspicions from the current guests. He was informed that a genin had come up ahead, but he assumed to find someone much younger age, but he could only see adults or young adults at the party. He wondered what they would look like. His only intel was the fact that it was a woman and the name Ami. He would continue to talk to the many guests in hopes of randomly coming across her. He scanned until he saw a woman who seemed to be around his age, although her body was very developed. She branded pink hair and golden-brown eyes. He watched, analyzing her attire, a skin-tight dark blue dress, and her body covered in precious gems that danced although her body remained still. She was the loudest in the room, regardless of the echoing voices around the. At the same time, he stood and admired not only her appearance but her presence. She wore something so simple yet stood out so effortlessly. Who was this woman?

The voices and people soon spoke to him, and their words fell on deaf ears. The boy, with his silver hair and dark-colored skin, was considered exotic. Many around him took an interest in his appearance and began to bombard him like a celebrity. He would push through the crowds as they seemed to turn and watch his movements, soon as the music started, the crowd would veer closer to the walls. Their voices still echo throughout the room like a middle school cafeteria. Hundreds of voices, but their sounds could not be made out—just incomprehensible noise. Sanosuke made his way over to this woman, his eyes not peering away for a moment. When he finally closed the gap between the two and stood right before her, he spoke, although silently. Not with his words, his actions. If she looked toward him, he would meet her gaze; passing his arm over his chest, he would bow, not introducing himself. The music would play as he motioned, the crowd would grow silent, and but few couples would enter the ring to display their ballroom dancing skills. Although this was a rather bold move, he figured by her appearance she was quite the spirited woman. He would raise his head and place his hand out to ask for a dance. Sanosuke, had been to enough of these events to understand conceptually putting the steps in motion was another story.



[break][break]



Ami Mizuno

[attr="class","extras"]



Certified Lover Boii [break]

Word Count: 758
Total Word Count: 758