No Country For Old Men [Open]

[Nakamura Hira]

Twilight was looming softly ahead to the soft droning of wind chimes. An unshakeable sensation of timelessness was undeniably present in the depths of Arcadia. It produced a feeling somewhat akin to something he had felt at home long ago, but it was not quite the same in essence. The similarity, however, was enough for him to find pleasure enough to inhabit the area. He glanced over a pool of still water, as it rippled the reflections of glowing gem-stones and the other luxurious adornments that crested the caverns. He blinked a few times, trying to sharpen his view of the architecture present here. Certainly, Iwagakure was unlike any other village he had seen to date.

Leaning back against a curving block of marble, he inhaled the dank air of the deep. His face lit up in pleasure, as he savored the earthen odors of the underground. The similarities were striking. He felt as though he was viewing himself from a third-person perspective, even more so than usual. The Byakugan functioned in the most interesting of ways. What creator, or natural force fashioned a set of eyes that could see so far and so wide at such great detail? How was it possible that he could observe himself from different angles, like the ones reflecting off of the water before him. The world was, in essence, his mirror.

I look terrible

He looked down at his skin, which was dirty and stained from the heavy rains of his travels. He smelled of ocean brine and forestry; like he had taken a bath in saved ocean water. No doubt, however, another person would remark differently upon his physical condition. He certainly appeared out of the ordinary.

I need to cleanse myself.

He quietly removed every article of clothing, and knelt beside the pool of water with his bag. He removed all of his used day-wear, and began to soak them in the deposit of fresh water here. Removing a bar of lavendered soap, he began to scrub each peace of clothing. Sediment, dust, and mog all began to be shed into the water. The beauty and purity of the little pond, however, was so clear that even the great filth he was removing from himself seemed like nothing.

He began to hum, as he sat inside the water as to avoid exposing himself to any passers-by. Keeping his eyes out in all directions, he steadily rinsed himself with his canteen. His hair ran silver down his back, making him appear even lighter here. It was the first time he had let his hair fall its natural color since leaving Water Country. He felt a pain, as he washed the sutured wound he had suffered in lieu of the permafrost. He cringed at the pain, but loosened his tension has he inhaled the beautifully soft scent of lavender from the water. The pond made his skin and clothing feel soft, due to the calcium and other mineral deposits that had run off to create it.

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[Sekuro]

He'd just reentered the village once more and even though he managed to smooth talk his way in by claiming he had been here before, which for the most part was true, Kagemaru didn't actually know where the Tsuchikage was at the moment. For now, the blindfolded Hyuuga wondered the streets of Arcadia for a hint at where he should go. Time was not exactly of the essence but he couldn't afford to dawdle too much. But perhaps fate held a different venture for the man dressed as a monk. The dread headed ex-shinobi from leaf spotted a man bathing in one of the most pure ponds he'd come across, but what caught his were the man's eyes.

"Well I'll be damned... " He would say under his breath on amazement. The man was clearly a Hyuuga or had done a spectacular job in transplanting two byakugan eyes into his own. Either way, Kage couldn't miss a chance meeting like this. It had literally been years since hesaw someone with abilities similar to his own.

Making his way casually to the man's location, upon reaching hearing distance, Kagemaru wouldspeak as he thought was appropriate.

"Some philosophers would compare you bathing to the state of the world. Beautiful on its own until tainted by man's influence." He was referring to the filth that the unknown Hyuuga was washing off himself..

"To which some would argue that there are necessary evils in order to survive. " Kage was alluding to the necessity of washing and keeping ones self clean. Quite an odd entrance, but Kage wasn't know for normalcy. He pondered the response that the Hyuuga before him would have even while bathing. Could he tell that Kage had eyes of a similar gift even through his blindfold?

 

[Nakamura Hira]

Nu-Man-O-To

In the gloom of Arcadia, a figure stirred in the night. Hira continued to wash himself, unabashed by the approacher. He examined him from his Hakumei Byakugan, and he felt a bizarre sensation. He felt a sensation that his eyes had met the other figure's several hundred meters away.

What in the world?

He stopped in amazement. He was looking into the reflection of a pair of very similar eyes. It had been years since he could recall a time where he had seen another of his rare kinsman. In this place, let alone this condition, it was the last of places he had considered coming into contact with another member of his clan. Immediately, he felt brought back to his mother. He remembered her vividly now, almost able to view her image in the ripples of the pool.

The man was certainly not shy. He entered a very close proximity of Hira's personal space during a very private act. He remained seated in the water, turning his face to the side to at least give the formality of it. He continued to rinse himself with the canteen, keeping his eyes on the man as he spoke and listening to his words. The voice was certainly not one he had ever encountered, nor did he appear like any other he had ever met.

The means we are left with to achieve our ends are frequently insufficient.

Making direct eye contact with the blindfolded figure, through the physical barrier, he acknowledged him. He nodded in agreement, shedding droplets of water from his hair into the pond.

But fewer times so, we are left with a blessing that is capable of doing anything in the world. Fewer times so, we can see clearly the meaning of all things. Fewer times so, we are gifted with something far greater than imagining.

Bringing his hands to his head, he ran his fingers beneath the lids of his eyes. He rinsed his brow, and further his eyelashes with cupped-hands full of the pristine aqua-blue. He gasped for air after each splash drew itself away again into the pond, leaving him cleaner than the one before. Lowering his face, he turned before Kagemaru. He was uncertain if the bandages signified a wound, or sensitivity. He wasn't even sure if the man could see. But one thing he was fully aware of was the amount of chakra pulsing to his eyes, which was a near mirror image to his own.

My own presence here is unusual. Yours thickens the plot even further.

His hair transiently shifted to an indigo hue, bleeding color and darkness into itself as his chakra twisted its image. His skin tanned in the same manner, and his eyes darkened to a heavier shade of lavender-white. His demeanor had darkened slightly, in serious consideration of what significance their meeting bore.

To any other, I am Irotsuya. But to you, I am Nakamura Hira. And under punishment of death, do not spread my name here. I beg this of you.

He stood, covering himself with a robe he hung from a crystalline structure beside him.

My motives here are meant to be obscured. Something tells me perhaps you come under a similar ruse?
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[Sekuro]

There was no mistaking it. Kagemaru had met another man with eyes not unlike his own. This was perhaps even more surprising than if he'd come across any members of his family or even his dear friend Sumina to whom he'd expected to be long lost to him by now. But what was in front of him was true. The man in front of him that identified himself as Nakamura Hira was true. There was no denying it. Out of respect, Kagemaru would run his hands through his onyx black dreadlocks to untie the blindfold that shielded the wondrous light that emitted from the orbs of power that were his eyes.

You've got an affinity for words cousin. He would be so bold as to call the man his cousin. There was no mistaking the blood relation they shared. Not only two Hyuuga but two Hyuuga blessed with the most powerful and rare form of the Byakugan in existence.

We must actually be related in some way. I like to think I do as well. Though Kage was more so alluding to his knack for telling half truths and lies all at once. It was more then just a habit. It was due to his upbringing as an information specialist in both gathering intel and counter intel.

I don't usually give my actual name out either, but out of respect, I'm known as Tengoku-Onryu Hyuuga Kagemaru. And you can trust that your true name will be kept with the rest of the secrets I harbor. Taking a more relaxed stance as Hira ironically seemed to take a more serious one, Kage's go-to emotion began to show. A confident smirk would arise from his lips as Hira questioned his motives for being in the village.

I'm here for what would be deemed as less than honorable reasons as well. But as you said, the means in which we are left with to achieve our ends is frequently insufficient. And so one must do what one can to get the job done. But don't let my words put you off. This meeting here is nothing less than divinity. In truth I feel a tad less special now... These were actually true words. Long had he thought he was the only one with eyes like his own. There were Hyuuga, but then there was Kagemaru. But not that was not the case. Even if they were the only two, he knew for a fact that there was another similar to him. This opened the way for others and in truth, Kagemaru felt a bit put off by this realization. However, his saving grace was that he now knew he still had some form of family left in the world.

 

[Nakamura Hira]

With one arm, Hira lifted his lengthy hair up above him. With a hard twist of two hands, he began to wring the water from each lock. The herbal potency of the Lavender wafted forth in Kagemaru's direction likely. Any Shinobi that had ever been to Kirigakure would have likely seen massive fields of Lavender growing there. It was a staple product that had been grown by the economy, for it was used in many herbal recipes and soothing medications created by the med-nins. He loosened his grip on his hair, and allowed it to fall onto his back. Locks of hair were bunched together, and they stuck to his back as steam rose from the heat of his body. He smiled at Kagemaru's first statement, appreciative of his sentiment.

Thank you. That is not a simply flattering statement to me. It means far more than you here know.

He sized Kagemaru up momentarily, and took detail of the fact that he was built similarly in physique, despite a large difference in height and stature. Nevertheless, they were both comprised of dense muscular tissue with compact concentration around the joints for optimal pressure release in martial combat. It didn't take much deduction to know that the other used Taijutsu techniques. Each use of a physical attack and physical strain would create striations in the muscles that would last a lifetime if properly guarded.

And then, he spoke with great candor of his ability to keep secrets. In the tone of his voice, it was unmistakeable that he truly meant every word he spoke. There was not a single trace of shakiness, or malign hidden behind his motives. He was, in fact, genuinely here in this moment. A true blue Hyuuga. He carried on in addressing Hira's statements, as Hira clothed himself in different compositions of silk and cotton, nylon and other textile combinations that worked to suit his comfort and style. He stepped out of the water to formally greet his new acquaintance, or family member.

Well, my reasons here are honorable, or so I should hope. The people I am seeking by being here... The same ones that I have full intention of extirpating at the roots? Their intentions are despicable. And I am here to rectify my failures by finding them, and dismantling them one by one.

He paused, thinking briefly of Masa.

I hail from the late Kirigakure.

He let the words fall out like lead, crashing through the conversation.

And I owe her vengeance. A well deserved requiem. One written in the blood of her betrayers.

The pangs of pain stung him through his shoulder and around to his chest, where he had been wounded. He chose not to show his pain for now, however, and resisted the temptation of staunching. It would be unnecessary for his company to be concerned with the spoils of his trifles now.

But perhaps it's not for you to judge the difference between honorable and dishonorable. The only way you would ever know would be if you asked, I suppose.<i></i>​

 

[Sekuro]

The conversation between the two Hyuuga continued and Kagemaru for one was not adverse to that.

Another orphan of the Mist? I've just recently met a few more like you in that regard. Kage continued to speak as Hira dressed himself. Truly the man being naked didn't bother him as Kagemaru was incapable of NOT seeing all people around him through their clothing and their skin too. Ironically he was getting used to the fact that Hira could as well. It simply felt odd knowing that he could be seen through as easily as Kage could see through people. Was this what it felt like when people found out about his eyes? It was somewhat unnerving. Even though it was not an entirely new experience for him. Growing up with Hyuuga family members he was accustomed to being seen but the eyes that were seeing him this time couldn't be deactivated. They were always on.

I myself am from Leaf. Similar but not as seemingly permanent of a situation. Konoha was ransacked by samurai and its plagued by chakra absorbing rain. I've seen the rain myself. I was being held captive in some form of astral prison for no reason at the time. I was only just released a few weeks ago. My entire village pretty much gone and I was apparently gone for about 5 or so years. But I try not to dwell on it. The two had similar history. Where Hira was a refugee from Mist, he was one from Leaf. This added to the irony that was their meeting.

Its funny that you seek vengeance for your village. I'd thought of seeking out the Hokage who I'm told is in this village somewhere. But that wouldn't bring the Leaf vengeance. It would just eliminate an annoyance to me and stall the regrowth by removing a powerful shinobi who could one day help to reclaim it. Maybe these words can help you... but your situation isn't entirely the same is it? Leaf is under foreign occupation... Mist is... frozen over. He'd ponder what Hira's response to his statements would be. Kage wasn't trying to insult, but just share some insights that he himself had come to. Killing Kazuki wouldn't help Leaf at all. However, once the Leaf was reclaimed, then he'd see to personally slitting the Senju's throat. He was NOT fond of Senju.

But don't let me encumber you with my problems. Who are these betrayers you're looking for? While I was in Leaf, naturally I was a skilled intelligence officer. I like to think I'm still one. Perhaps I've come across them before. Family should help family after all right? It was not his nature to outwardly help others without some form of gain. Usually he set up the barter prior to offering his services, but in this case as Hira was technically family and Kage had been missing his of late, Hira was given the rare opportunity of Kagemaru helping without ulterior motives initially.

 

[Nakamura Hira]

Twitching in a knee-jerk reaction to his relative's loose lips, Hira now showed his pain. Trying to hide physical pain was enough, but the emotional pain stemmed from a wound far dire in comparison. He felt somewhere between insulted, saddened, and burned by Tengoku-Onyru. It brought forth an interesting observation. Several times in the past, Hira had incurred criticism from his allies for being callous to his own words. Perhaps it was possible that the objective view of the Byakugan clouded the individual shinobi whom bore its gaze. Perhaps the trifle of the all-seeing-eyes was so subtly hidden, that even the clan itself was blind to its own true weakness. After hearing everything that Tengoku-Onyru had stated, Hira took in a breath to respond peacefully.

If you heard anything of the tragedy that took place in my village, you wouldn't speak so lightly of it. I don't demand that you retract those words, but I advise you in the future to take care in how you project your understanding of it.

Even through several years of dedicated training, Hira had never completely lost his humanity. Many shinobi in the world naturally did lose their consciences as a result of the desensitizing nature of their duties, but Hira felt strongly that no matter how hardened he became, it would be vital that he maintain his compassion and feeling in the world he lived in. It was a skill that men threw away willingly, and it could be employed to many means along the winding road.

The people of my home are not orphans, nor are they children. They are a severed unit, void of all hope for a future victory. Their chapters have ended in such a frightening display of natural ruin that they have made history, in my perspective.

He sat on the jutting edge of a rock which had been smoothed and coated in moss, with one leg higher than the other. He balanced his elbow on his knee, holding his chin on the back of his hand to cover his mouth. Trying now to speak more quietly, he felt reverent for the dead and the lost of his kin. He found his emotions dancing somewhere beneath him, whirring violently in discomfort. He would have felt quite alone if Tengoku-Onyru was not of such close relation.

Forgive me, I am scorched with anger. My burns are not soon to heal, because they are wrought in frost and not in flame.

He paused, breathing to temper himself.

I am sorry to hear that such a fate has befallen Konoha... Your tidings depress me, but feel no guilt for your expression. These are truths I am subject to in this world.

He thought for a moment about the fact that Tengoku-Onyru mentioned coming into contact with 'orphans' of a similar breed. Although the form he chose to express it was jagged and infuriatingly demeaning of his people, he understood how such separation from the reality was possible. He turned his fury and his focus towards the two shinobi he had first mentioned contact with.

You claim to have met two shinobi from Kirigakure? What of them? Do they seem to be pursuing any solutions to our plight? Have they established a point of contact, or an embassy here in Stone Village?

He seethed inside.

In lieu of my village's miserable end, many of the greatest and most talented shinobi I ever came to know threw in the towel. They dishonored one another, themselves, myself, and anyone who ever gave a lifetime up to let them make such a spineless decision. They fled with a dream and a pocket full of yen... Many plundered the village for any resource they could find. Bandits stripped entire armories of weapons to melt down into vended goods. I did my part in concealing a vast majority of the village's historic and secret scrolls, in spite of the natural disaster and its natural contribution to defense of our secrets.

Secrets that no man will ever be allowed to find, under punishment of death...

He digressed for an instant.

Just shortly before the collapse of the village I had entered a position as the Sennin of Kirigakure. My attention was necessary most, however, in the A.N.B.U. Corps. The Mizukage of the time, Kasumi Masa, is with absolute certainty responsible for the horrific execution of my homeland.

He sat upright, clenching his jaw invisibly. His hands tensed in the twilight, and is innards frothed with the deepest of sorrows.

She and all officials who are not currently seeking answers for what has happened, and who have not even attempted to find a solution, shall see their ends at my hands if they resist my demands. If you have any information that would lead me to her directly, that would be worth the most... Leverage, or coin. Whichever you value most.

He calmed himself down from the conversation, seeing a clearer objective emerge from his vocal acknowledgement of the nature of things.

If Masa was here now, I would squeeze her until her bones compacted into her organs and she screamed for a bloody end. I would strew her across these pools and mark them red to remind all those who came here of the crime. That is how a traitor suffered death in my glorious nation, and that is the same punishment she will find herself pained with in a certain future.

He bowed his head, as if taking some silent oath.

Tell me more of these two you encountered. Tell me more of what you desire. Don't tell me more of why vengeance isn't the correct path, because it is not simple vengeance... It is a code of law I swore my life to uphold and my will rightfully will see it done.

Our mistakes wait patiently for us, Kasumi Masa. Oh, how they wait for you.<i></i>​

 

[Sekuro]

He didn't need his Byakugan to see that he'd upset his new found family here. Hira obviously felt stronger about his loss than Kagemaru did about losing Leaf. He'd be careful to not mention the futility of revenge again. They were of the same blood but not of the same mind and it was understandable. Kage simply had an easier time letting go. He had to let go. He wouldn't be able to progress if he was constantly holding onto his losses. His family, his best friend, his village, his life... there were too many things to hold on to and it wasn't healthy. But he'd continue on.

No worries. We both have our losses. We deal with them in different ways. I wont ask you to change yours. Then he asked about the two that he'd met from Kirigakure.

Well since you asked so nicely. I guess I could show you. Here stand next to me... Ironically enough this image would normally be too much for someone to handl but since we have the same eyes, you'll be able to understand it in its entirety. A small joke, but he was serious. His eyes would begin to glow even brighter and shortly after an image would surround Kagemaru's body. it was of the meeting he'd had in moon. The difference was that this was fastforwarded to the moment where all the participants were there at once and paused.

See the heart pretending to be a woman? Her name is Kudaranai He pointed to the image of Kudaranai. She was a heart inside of a puppets body disguised as a woman. Hira would understand what he was seeing due to also having the same sight as Kagemaru. To many more, these images would be hard to fathom as Kage could see the person, see inside the person, and see through the person as well as seeing around 360 degrees. Anyone other than another Hyuuga or Hira would have to turn constantly to see what was going on.

That one there... if you've ever seen Nature chakra... thats Kane. He's also from Mist. The rest of them I'm not sure where they originate from but those two outright said they were from Kirigakure when I met them. I didn't record that moment because I didn't deem it important at the time. Do you recognize either of them? He'd shut off the vision because he didn't want any prying eyes to catch this information before he had a chance to sell it.

Vengeance is a good enough reason to act. Its as good a reason as any. Personally, I'm aiming to fund the rebirth of my... our... Clan. But current happenings have shown me that I may need a partner if possibly preventing an unnecessary war. Thinking about all the powerful shinobi he'd encountered, it was extremely likely that he'd need help. Hira would have seen the level of chakra that each person in that meeting had. They were all extremely powerful and facing them would be a tough battle. He would need to continue to feign alliance as he'd been doing. But also he wanted to get paid for his information so selling the contents of that video to the Tsuchikage should earn him a nice amount of money.

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WC: A lot?

 

[Nakamura Hira]

The Beginning is the End is the Beginning

Bowing his head as a display of respectful appreciation, Hira acknowledged Tengoku-Onyru for his empathy. Although Hira was justified in spewing the virulence he felt to the core, it was not his acquaintance's cross to bear. It was his own. He lifted his head from the bow, giving eye contact once again to the man who had probably never experienced one similar anywhere away from a mirror.

Let's see what you've got.

He moved closer to Kagemaru, standing perhaps five meters from him on the pathway surrounding the pools. The light of his chakra enveloped them both, creating a massive holographic illumination which depicted his claims. There, in the room, the story began to come alive in the most frightening of manners.

Watching the Shinobi speak in the projection of the snapshot caused him to become very uneasy. Both of the Shinobi he spoke of bore no resemblance to any he had met in his village. This was not to say, however, that these individuals did not in fact ever come into contact with him. Information about them could have easily come through the A.N.B.U. Corps. Perhaps memory simply wasn't serving him.

Disgusting.

He watched Kudaranai closely, examining her physical form. To give up one's natural physical identity for the sake of becoming a tchotchke was an absolute disrespect to nature's natural bounties. Nevertheless, he found her choice to be relatively unsurprising. Many of the Shinobi from Kirigakure had chosen to malign their physical manifestations with delusions of grandeur. Choosing a doorway to immortality was a sickening thing, because some gifts in life were sacred.

He could feel his blood pressure rising in fury. As these two 'bystanders' frolicked along throughout Moon country, his people were frozen under feet of ice and snow. They had no regard for the lives of their kin. They were ingrates, and they deserved nothing more than to be annihilated for the mockery they were making of their forefathers.

If I reclaim the rightful role to become the Mizukage and lead those still loyal to my home back to a salvaged city, and you are still alive to receive credit for this information, I will grant you the land and power to produce the clan house. Our lineage deserves to live and breathe again. To know that Konoha is overthrown twists my inards. Such a misfortune for our relative life blood. Who knows if our clan secrets will remain obscured now?

His stomach turned.

This is a world of knaves. There must be an end to this miserable age in sight.

Tengoku-Onyru, hark and view the lands you pass through as a phantom with great care. The times are changing. But to our fortune, at least the one thing that remains in the world is loyalty. Do not let your light be put out.

He smiled at him for a moment, trying to show his sense of hope.

If you need my assistance, or you encounter either one of the traitors to my home, I will gladly travel any distance to help. If for any reason you end up eliminating the mongrels, bring their bodies to me within separate sealing scrolls. They shall be returned to the land that bore them life where they deserved to die to begin with.

If it serves, my loyalty is ready.<i></i>​

 

[Sekuro]

Once Hira had a sufficient look at the image, Kage stopped playing the vision. It was hard enough seeing everything at once let alone playing a recording of everything he'd seen in that meeting. So he ended the projection and with that he knew that he'd just helped his new found family member at least slightly.

I appreciate the offer, but it just wouldn't sit right with me if the clan was re-built on ground anywhere not of the Leaf village. But none the less... thanks for the offer. Kage felt strange having this much pride in his family. It was something he took seriously, but it hadn't completely sunk in that he was possibly the lone survivor of his clan in particular. He'd accepted the fact that his father and mother were probably dead but it hadn't actually sunk in. Kage wasn't sure he was ready to dwell on that just yet so he'd continue on.

By the way, you can call me Kagemaru. Or Kage for short. Tengoku-Onryu is far too long to say continuously. Even if you were going to call me by my last name, I'd prefer my father's name of Onryu. A small pause as Kage considered the words Hira warned him with. He'd known to be cautious but he had been treading exceptionally close to danger recently. Perhaps he was making up for lost time in some subconscious way since his imprisonment. But he'd simply nod at Hira and reply with a

Can do. before Hira went on to make one last statement.

Ironically enough Kane's in this country. Probably on his way into the village if he's not here already. He and another associate of mine were on their way here to off the Tsuchikage or something like that. Me personally I'm on the fence about the whole thing, but I figure I could make a decent amount of yen by selling that information to the Tsuchikage. Also since I've been here things seem relatively peaceful and the lot I've gotten involved with doesn't seem all that peaceful at all really... a change in regime seems counter-productive to the original mission statement of "peace" that the group vowed to and is... aiming at personal vendettas. I was loyal to my village, and this village though it doesn't know it, has sheltered me so I figure I could help in some small way that didn't require me to shift my alliance from Leaf. Kage felt himself rambling. He really shouldn't have been talking that much but there was something comforting about speaking with Hira that he'd never experienced before. Perhaps it was that they were truly similar in multiple ways that didn't involve their eyes. Both being of now all but destroyed villages, still strongly allied to them in their own ways, both carrying their own crosses in the name of either family or home.

And yeah... if you're thinking about doing anything against Kane, I'd suggest taking a friend. I didn't get a chance to observe him as much as I'd have liked, but he was taking lessons from the demonic looking fellow learning senjutsu. So if he's learned any more since the last time I observed him, he could be a legitimate problem alone and I'm about 85% sure he's not traveling alone. The puppet woman is probably still in Moon if she hasn't left yet. If she has, I've got no clue as to where she may have gone. The group is terribly unorganized. If they were more organized, this wouldn't be so easy.

 

[Nakamura Hira]

After listening to everything Tengoku-Onyru had said, Hira nodded in full acknowledgement. He glanced upwards, viewing small rays of iridescent light cascading into Arcadia from above. There sense of timelessness within the space was overwhelming; it almost felt as though the two had met amongst the stars. He stared directly at Kagemaru with intent, giving him a conclusive sentiment of gratitude.

Tengoku-Onyru, many thanks for all of this information. If the puppet and her puppeteer are somewhere nearby, I will surely find them before long.

Or some other end will seize them first.

For now, I bid you adieu. I've cleansed myself of my pain and travels here, and for whatever reason you chose to come here... I now have a path to follow to free myself.

He bowed to Kagemaru for a moment, showing respect and thanks for everything he had done.

If you need my help, contact me. Stay out of trouble.

A shadow cast itself where he stood, and vanished as if it had been torn into shreds. All that was left behind were a few shreds of paper, singed and torn in his wake. He took off in hot pursuit of the sick pigs who were responsible for Kirigakure's demise.

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