There was a certain melody playing throughout the Village. If one were to get curious and venture out to find the one playing the instrument in an almost professional like way, they would have made a trip up to Hokage Rock, and sitting on one of the stone heads was a man. He wore a black shirt with blue jeans, his eye glasses making his look in his eyes more prominent. Of if one to were to look closely enough, they would see just blood swirling around in his eyes and no irises. Blue hair covered his ears as the wind softly moved through the Village.
The instrument, a guitar, was a bit charred here and there, one of his possessions that had survived a fire that his evil brother had made that destroyed his old home. The strings were ruined, so he had to get new ones and string them up. And now, it sounds as good as new. The man didn't sing, for he knows his voice is terrible when it comes to hitting notes and whatnot, so he instead, went with just playing the guitar.
The song, reflected him, in a way. Of all the things that had come to past, and whatnot. Even though he has beaten his inner demons, he still feels like there is more that he should do. Of course, as the Combat Medic Head Medical Chief, he does try to help others. Make sure they are combat ready for when they go out to missions and fight actual people who want them dead. Ziren stopped playing, and looked out to the horizon.
