[Senju Kazuto]

Deep beneath Mount Hokage lay the underground installation adjudicated to the ANBU after its creation. This was their headquarters, their sanctum before they would receive briefings, train and prepare for missions. It was a fortress in a fortress, a bunker that only a few selected number within the village knew about it and those that were outside of ANBU could be counted with a hand, leaving fingers to spare and almost self sufficient with space for all operatives to live and train if the need ever arose. ANBU were always in station, as there were missions to be planned and information to be gathered. Yet it wasn't for this that the trainees that were inducted to ANBU would spread the rumor that lurked deep within the headquarters of ANBU. Even as the training for the hopefuls was harsh, the secret inside was much difficult. They called it the Killing House for not only did many hopefuls lost their chance to join the secretive ranks of the ANBU, some would die as well in the ever shifting maze that had being created for the express purpose to train the ANBU of Konoha in everything from assassination, counter-terrorism or even the mere act of evading attacks. In the deep and cavernous roads that led into the entrance of the maze known as the Killing House, a single figure would traverse. The sound of his boots clicking and echoing against the walls, a helm being held in the crook of his arm. Wisps of haze escaped his mouth as the cold of the deep road permeated every inch of the underground paths for the headquarters were cold, but he didn't let the cold bother him. Stoic features looked ahead as his better judgement would tell him to turn away. That he didn't need to do this but that other part of him told him that he had to. If he couldn't be touched then he could fight his enemies in a much easier way. As he stood before the door and the two guards would seemingly materialize from shadows and nod at him, not speaking but recognizing their captain. "Open the door." Kazuto whispered softly and the two guards listened, the sound of stone sliding on stone met him as he peered into the maze and took a step into the darkness. He was going to see this, beginning to end.

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[Senju Kazuto]

As the darkness shrouded around him, he remembered the last time he had being inside the so called 'Killing House'. He remembered how he had scoffed at the name, thinking that the older more experienced trainees had exaggerated. But as he had stepped into the eponymous maze for the first time, he learned that the name was anything but a lie. As doors behind him began to slide close and the sound of the byzantine mechanisms sounded about him, Kazuto would close his eyes and raise his helm. Securing the helmet he would heard the far too familiar hiss of the armor seal as the suit sealed and he could hear his own breathing inside the helmet. "Deploying version THX, variable 1138." A voice said through the radio of his helm and in the darkness he heard the sound of the machinery, shifting the walls, ceiling, floors and hallways. He heard the sound of traps being readied, ballistas being loaded with shuriken and kunai until cacophony of mechanisms would stop and the sound of lit flame would follow in barrage one after another as blue flames would illuminate the seemingly normal hallways of the labyrinth. He would take a first step and then another, trying to keep be sure that he didn't step on a loose tile, or tripped a wire that had been armed. He knew however that he would need to have to dodge, that eventually he would activate a trap or a trap would activate itself as he passed. Or that some of the puppets would strike at him. It was a matter of time. His first steps would not echo, the sound of his breathing, filtered through the grills of his helm would die like a whimper. Every single muscle of his body would tense as he walked and rounded a corner, gulping he would hear the metallic sound of weapons being sprung and the Senju turned to the source of sound, as he saw a flash upon black metal and the whistle of a bolt through air.

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[Senju Kazuto]

The bolt whistled over his head as he ducked. Another one came, almost as if it were tracking him forcing him to roll to the right until he was hidden behind a small cover. He heard the sound of bolts stabbing unto the stone, heralding the crumbling of the initial cover, it would last only mere seconds before he would need to find another barrier that would serve as a cover. As the pebbles flew he would lean to his left, catching the ballista as it reloaded before shooting the next series of bolts. Timing his run would be essential. He heard the mechanic thrum of the weapon embedded into the wall and would then wait for the sound of the string being tensed. As the barrier behind him crumbled after receiving so many impacts he kicked the floor and leaped forward, through the corridor and looking ahead, looking behind for half a second before he saw another launcher opening in the wall. Once more he ducked, bringing his forearm as a means to protect himself, the clan of steal against steal rang in his ears and the impact against his arm. Using his momentum, the Senju would slide on the floor as the shuriken flew above him, only slight movements preventing him from being struck, quickly he rolled over the floor and landed on the room he had being trying to reach as the sound of stone mechanisms would be heard and the door closed shut behind him. Raising to his feet he would inspect his gauntlet, finding a scratch to the ablative matter black paint of the plate, showing the dull steel beneath, at the same time he noticed a gash on the clothing, nothing that could not be fixed by the self-healing qualities of suit. The first hurdle was beaten, but he knew the worse would come next.

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