Hisashi Isamu made his way towards Kusagakure; the wind blowing fiercely in the dark night. He took no precaution to hide his appearance, as there was no moon in the sky, thus the area was blackened by true darkness. The only part of Hisashi's face that could be seen was the sly grin on his face, the rest being hidden by the large hat he was currently wearing. He unzippered his cloak and it instantly caught in the breeze, blowing out behind him at it's full length, tethered only by his arms. He then loosed the strap that was keeping his hat on his head and let it blow away into the night; he had no use of it anymore. He stood over the village now, quite a ways off but still within range of his techniques.
The village was silent and only a few street lamps were still lit at this time of night. No one would expect an attack, especially not from a member of the Shadow Knights. Hisashi pulled a pair of binoculars from his bag, quickly scanning the village for any signs that he had been spotted, but no such sign had shown itself yet. He allowed himself to walk closer to the village now, preparing to assault the village the second all the lights went out. He had plenty of time to wait, and was in no hurry so he made himself comfortable.
As the minutes passed the few remaining lights went out one by one, and Hisashi stood up to make his move. He began a long string of hand signs for a powerful jutsu. "Kentai: Sawaton: Kanrakusendo!" He finished the hand signs and concentrated as the ground below the village slowly began to transform itself into a deadly marsh. At first the signs were minimal, small collapsing sections of roads and roofing falling from houses, but soon damage began to pile up. He could tell that people in the village had noticed and were beginning to try and escape but his jutsu was too far gone for him to stop it now. He watched as villagers panicked, as homes were slowly swallowed whole by the bog.
He laughed as he watched the struggling citizens of what would soon become the former Kusagakure. It was their own fault that they had not kept themselves prepared for an inevitable attack by nightfall, a critical mistake which had cost them their homes. Hisashi remained hidden throughout the entire scene, waiting for someone to show up to fight back, taking the village without a fight wouldn't be fun, and he wanted a challenge. He silently stood with his cloak still flowing in the breeze along with his long hair, that smirk never leaving his lips. Tonight would be Hell for a lot of people and he knew that he wasn't going to be one of them.
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