“I can….see that.”
The hallway is splattered with fresh blood, and Itachi can make out entrails and a kidney. The man’s headband bore the insignia of a shinobi from the land of Grass.
Spies and attempted assassinations were less common than they used to be. A test of a village’s abilities to repel unwanted intruders and to keep their highest ranked officers alive.
Still, Itachi frowns. He wishes this matter could have been handled without resorting to ending a life.
“Please simply incapacitate people in the future. My shinobi will take care of them.” Her help in keeping him safe was greatly appreciated, but could stand to be toned down quite a bit.
UchihaSavior 