First Appearance
Who: Genma, open
Where: Somewhere on a deserted street
When: current
What: Genma's arrival into the city
Genma crouched in a corner of the teahouse, surveying the damage. The place was almost entirely wrecked - the force of his jutsu had torn up the floorboards and left a crater in the ground. He could see the building’s foundation from where he was standing, as well as part of the hidden underground chamber his quarry had tried to conceal himself in. That was of no use, though - Genma wasn’t a Special Jonin for nothing. Hunting and tracking, among other things, were his specialty.
The ceiling creaked. Genma glanced up. The roof was too high to have been directly affected, but two of the main beams supporting it had suffered rather extensive damage. One was entirely broken, and the other seemed to topple any moment. Genma thought there were three, maybe four minutes before the ceiling collapsed.
Avoiding the rubble as best he could, Genma made his way outside, carefully skirting the giant hole he had created. The ninja his jutsu was meant for had caught it head-on and was probably dead now, or close to it. No one could be that close to an explosion and remain alive for long. Genma could see his body, or what was left of it, lying against the tree that had forcefully ended his momentum. It wasn’t moving, but Genma wanted to make sure that the ninja really was dead. Making assumptions in the field was dangerous. Shinobi who survived learned that early on.
The sun’s fading glow gave everything a warm, golden hue. The trees swished a little, their leaves outlined for just a moment by the sunset. Genma smirked a little at the irony. Bloody deaths in the midst of nature’s beauty - he’d seen it over and over again, but it never failed to surprise him, just a little.
Genma stepped over the teahouse’s threshold - what was left of it, anyway - and then the scenery changed. The expected sunlight and greenery shifted to darkness and concrete. Tall buildings sheathed in shadow loomed overhead, creating an ominous atmosphere that Genma didn't like at all. The thrown body and teahouse had disappeared entirely. Very faintly, Genma thought he heard the creak and slam of a door being pulled shut.
He glanced around the new surroundings, taking in the strange formations of the structures that lined the street. He was standing in the middle of a deserted lane - little cover, he noted, yet not much space to move around in, either. Genma cursed silently - this ninja was obviously more deadly than he’d thought. One word echoed loudly in his mind: Genjutsu.