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The outskirts of the village hidden in the rock held true to the title they had been given. The rock field as it was known, was litterally a landscape ammased with boulders and ledges and cliffs through out, forming winding paths of an almost makeshift kind. They held a mixture of a steely grey and a charcol brack mixed to form an almost sinister warning to the outsiders who ventured to close to the village. They held the stories of the fallen enemies of Iwa, blood having been stained upon the earth here many a time. Sadly, many of its comrades to had fallen here for not all threats were so easily capsized. Every so often one would overflow the boundaries and out match the guardians of the people with in its gates both man made and natural, but only for a short time. No enemy of the rock had ever gone unpunished in the end. Until he had come along.

Who was he. A man of no consequence, and yet of such an impacting force that his very pressence begged to be reckoned with. A heart alight with such fire that the very soul crafted through its being, as the mind formed from the brain, burned ever with the strongest passion a human could muster. It was not something that one could earn or seek to achieve. It was gifted, from birth or through experience. Select few were ever chosen to burn so brightly. However, this only held true for what lay hidden beneath the folds of flesh and the world of light, locked forever with in. On the outer edges, a complete mask of this was caked across the features of a face that held such calamity and peace, it would be thought to be the face of a man who had come to harmony with himself and the world around him. To an extent this was true, but his passion was never to be extinguished, and the only method of revealing such a truth, was to gaze into his eyes, eyes as red as the burning sun and the sky the held it, setting it softly to sleep.

The orb that held the balance of life in its grasp was slowly lowering towards the night, giving its services to the world for only an hour or so more before disappearing, only to return the following morn. Typically such colors as deep and rich were not found this early in its descent, but the wisps of clouds from the recent rains broke its usual soft light and cast the harsh tone across the world that it now bestowed. And so bathed in this light, the sinister yet unified and almost quiet color gave the one they called Faust comfort. It was this light that was said among his people that the lord Takobune cast his eye upon the human race for a brief time, to devote some of his precious time and energy to the world below. It was because he felt one with his god at that exact time, that Faust's passion could be suppressed.

His eyes peered upon the blade he was resting both of his hands upon the hilt of. The blade surely would have sunk into the ground beneath had Faust not been resting upon a boulder of moderate size, letting his feet dangle from the edge. Had he been a normal sized individual, they would have lain flat on the ground, but he was more the size of a 13 year old boy, being just barely above four feet tall while having lived through 18 years of life. So for this reason his soles lay poised at an angle upon the surface of the stone beneath him.

What held his interest was not the dark blade which was an even deeper black and foreboding color then the rock upon which its bladed tip was set. No, rather he was more focused upon what was upon the blade, the blood of fallen enemies. Being a wandering traveler, he was forced to take assignments with out discrimination, and so he had upheld his end of ending the life of several small scale bandits with out the use of so much as a single jutsu. Simple sword play had been more then enough to clear out the rats who had been laying in weight. The ninja of Iwa could have taken care of it themselves, but it was bothersome, and given that he had no need for certain bills or housing to be paid for, Faust was willing to work for much less. However, this was his true goal here. In fact, there was a much bigger price behind it all and a bigger motivation to boot. Someone had wanted inside information on the inner workings of the defense systems of Iwa. For such a task that the rock has set him, he had required such information from them, for what he had called "convenience purposes." Of course he had no true need for it concerning that mission, but his true goal had remained hidden due to his ability to down play his services.

So now he waited, patiently, for the man from the fire nation who had requested his of him from the start, or rather, made the request open to which Faust had replied. Focusing his eyes away from the sword and looking past it, he could see the approaching figure in the distance, traveling between the rocks, not trying to broadcast his arrival, only noticed because he knew exactly what to look for and the exact route he was going to take, all part of the agreement so he would know for certain who to deliver to. It was quite odd for an employer to travel such distance when he just as easily could have made that part of the deal for Faust to cover it himself. No matter, he was sure he had his reasons, and they were none of his business.

In a single movement he slipped from the rock and sheathed the sword, allowing the blood to remain on the blade, he would clean it later. The grass was mixed with gravel, giving the landing a different kind of feel to it altogether, but Faust kept his footing. He waited, with hands clasped behind his back, his eyes never leaving the man who approached him now.

Each footstep in this vast rocky land was like a milestone being trod upon by a city-slicker. Every single time he took a step he further resented coming all the way out here for a battle. There were no quicker methods of travel that didn't absorb chakra, nor were there any closer places that this person decided that they wanted to battle. Every time his feet hit the ground in a short step he continued to walk, missing pavement, smog and the feel of the city he grew up in.

This world seemed to be new to him, well this place seemed like a new world. If only he could wrap it up in a bag and throw it over his shoulder he would take it with him for training. The endless space with no trees and craggy rocks for shelter and boulders along with other smaller stones seemed like an aged dinosaurs back. Stones after stones, scales after scales of protruding bone made him feel ancient.

As he closed in on ten meters, his cape stopped shaking in the wind and his hair quit moving. His body quit moving along with the two tailed red rope wrapped around his waist. He stood taller than average, sizing up his opponent stature and anything else that stood out from the normal. He didn't say anything or did he do anything but activate his Sharingan the moment everything stopped.

He knew, as soon as the figure was with in a 50 meter reach, he knew. Even only gazing from his half opened eyes, barely challenging the approaching figures approach with his sight. The tides had changed. The mission was over. Set up? Maybe. He was a wanted man. This was an important person. It had seemed all to easy. It was possible, and had not actually crossed his mind til just now. But the way he was carrying himself, no this was no friendly figure to him. His every move read battle ready. Maybe he was in fact focused on taking this out on Iwa, but every sign he could see told Faust that this battle was for him. Either way, pay day was over. He couldnt take the chance, because that was how he was still alive after all, playing it safe and never playing a gamble. The figure was now within 20 meters, time was ticking down and the clock rang in his ears. As it did, he pushed his hand off the rock, bouncing out with his thighs and calves as well, flying a good five meters to the ground below, forward and out. landing with one hand on the ground, the other on the hilt of his sword, just recently placed back in its sheathe during his quickened decent. One trap laid, continue. He went forward as the Konoha nin did as well.

They would meet soon. Unless the man changed his trajectory as Faust neared. They would clash at a distance of 10 meters from where he had landed, because Faust was moving at twice the speed of the on comer at that moment. As he did, he tapped into his power of emotion, killer intent flooding the rocky landscape, fully alerting his opponent as to what was to take place, though surely he already had it in mind already. What he did not have in mind, was the type of man Faust was, an assassin. Laced with in the killer intent was not malice or blood lust. No, it was a cold heartless weight that the ninja would realize as one thing, he was taking on a professional killer and that this was routine. Faust would feel no remorse for the blood spilt by his hand, and he would use what ever ruthless tactic he had at his disposal to make that intention an action carried out. And so he sped forward, not at his full speed, but was doubled over, his hands on his sword, the sheathe and the hilt. He was coming.

As he reached within twenty meters Shihouin drew his hand under his cape and grabbed his ninja pouch touching them lightly, drawing two kunai from the pouches on the side quickly and soundlessly. Quickly placing one in his mouth he kept the other one in hand as he continued to pace carefully towards his opponent who was jumping closer to him. At this distance Shihouin turned on his Sharingan all the way, and planned to fully react to his opponents move. Right before his opponent hit the ground he took the kunai in his and threw it at his opponents hips using Sharingan for added accuracy.

Since they were 10 meters apart now, Shihouin placed his hands together quickly after and began to form hand signs that didn't take much effort, maybe at most what seemed to be five in a second or two. The moment before his opponent would land on the ground Shihouin would began to move back slightly and somewhat slowly over the distance of a meter while keeping his footwork paced and swift to leave him in a position to make and prepare his next move.

Shihouin could easily sense that his opponent was ready to kill and Shihouin would have returned the same gestures but he decided it would be better to do that through physical battle. Whatever and whoever this man was, he would need to use his brain and body to beat him and survive from here on out.