The mid-autumn wind swept leaves from the near bare trees around them as Itachi stood with his partner, Kisame.

Bleeding red sharingan peered through the night, searching for their target as they waited for the small group of ninja to approach the bridge going into Yugakure. A route they’d been told their target would take when coming back from a mission.

That is, until the stillness of the night was broken by the tiniest gasp followed by frantic retreating foots.