<em>(Akamatsu leaps from tree to tree arriving at the meeting place)</em><br/><br/>In the shade of the tree, dark moths fluttered, among the branches they clustered and made quiet shadows of themselves like figments contend to exist only in the darkness among the tall leaves. Then with a quiet determination, they gathered, a thousand black moths, tiny white spots on their wings like baleful eyes clustered into a form. Ashy wings became the folds of a dark cloak hanging poncho-style front and back, a shadowy hood hanging low over a pale face. The ninja headband, worn around the neck, resolved itself from the shadow under the hood, its leaf insignia glinting on the metal plate that hid the sharp chin under the sharper nose.<br/><br/>As Akamatsu formed, he felt his genjutsu flowing from him. Leaping from tree to tree was a very basic practice and he had no trouble getting here but his wild jutsu made it seem he was a flock of black birds winging through the park, the shadow of bees passing over buildings and now a madness of moths. Some could see through the mental power that constantly wavered around him, but most found themselves viewing the strange things that his endless jutsu offered.<br/><br/>He traveled across roofs, leaped across trees and hid himself from people in the village because he could never turn that power off; never do more than dampen its effects. Forcibly dispelling the moth illusion, he waited a moment listening. He was so used to being the shadow who listened, who watched while others lived their lives. A few moments of real fear crackled in his chest before he could master it. He was a Chunin now; the time for childish fear was long past.<br/><br/>He dropped through the branches, leaves flicked past him and he gripped the Genjutsu tightly with his mind forcing it to obey him, forcing it to lay docile beneath his will. Still, when he landed, crouching to absorb the fall, his dark cloak fluttered to either side of his body like wings, dark iridescent feathers suggested themselves in the shadows of the folds. His ninja uniform, olive green vest and belt covered in pockets, blue pants and blue shirt, lay visible for only a moment until the wings gave up the image and fell back around him leaving only his pale face to above the nose and the leaf headband.<br/><br/>“Akamatsu Takamori, as you summoned.” He said in a soft voice trying to hide his embarrassment remembering at last to offer a small bow to the senior members.