In an attempt to show is friendly and honest motives to his host village he was determined to show his worth and pull his weight around the town. So it was natural that he start picking up jobs to help out both his own reputation and his wallet. Today's assigned job was to stop a rampaging boar from destroying more crops in the outlying farms. The people at the business building seemed actually pretty nice to him, saying it would be a breeze with is giant muscles. Not wanting to toot his own horn as it was, he simply thanked them for the job and left; his muscles were really big, and it showed in his strength. And to make it even better not once did he get the urge to smash their skull together into jello!

Walking out of the down town region was not so pleasant of an experience as talking with the desk girls. Only moments out of the door did his inner beast rear it's head and begin to rattle the walls of his self control. To make matters worse the looks he got walking down the street were far from pleasant ones. He wasn't sure if it was because his inside rattling showed on his outside, his perceptions were being screwed, or the people in this town were just having a particularly bad day, but what ever it was he didn't like it.

It didn't seem like it was soon enough, but he finally reached the farm in the path of where the board had been last seen heading. Being outside the village boundary again did wonders, for already there was less people to aggravate his inner demons, and the nice fresh air revitalized him; he was able to easily and quickly regain complete control of himself.

Adjusting himself as he double check all of his supplies it dawned on him that what he was carrying was probably the cause of the village people's problem. Not only did he have several projectiles on his person, a kunai and some throwing stars, but he wore a demon mask on his tattered shirt and lacked an obvious stone ninja headband. Such a large man as he with a demon mask, and no reassuring headband probably didn't bode well in their minds. People in these parts had such a particular sense of what was ok to wear and what wasn't ok, it was only a mask after all.

With his meager gear ready at a moment's notice he began to look outward properly. The weather was pleasantly sunny with only a mild bit of wind; checking once again himself to make sure some animal wasn't using him as a sunbathing bed he went back to looked after confirming that he was in fact not carrying any passengers today. A small out cropping of trees lay near the farm with the distance between him, it, and the house all being just simple dirt and few small rocks scattered about. Luckily the farmer and any helpers seemed to absent today, along with the expected boar, for now. Taking a deep breath in through his noes, he felt the energies of the surrounding fields calmly flowing through the natural lay of the land. What a good day to be active.

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Fūten dreamt soundly at the hours of dawn. Within this dream he stood, hands firmly pressed upon a podium, looking out upon a massive crowd of Iwagakure civilians and citizens. He was dressed in very formal, decorative clothing fit for a king. The crowd roared and cheered, and as they did a man in a jumpsuit was wheeled out onto the platform in which Fūten stood. A man walked up to him and handed him the mans records. Fūten cleared his throat with a booming loudness.

"Rape and murder of 12 young girls in this village. Yet his sentence is THIRTY YEARS ONLY?! Is that how we do things in the great Iwagakure?! Is this the scum we allow back into society after a short time out? NO!"

Fūten lifted his fist, turned and punched with his hand open, grasping the mans heart on his way through the mans torso. He pulled back, plucking it out. It still beat, forcing blood up to 20 feet into the crowd. He formed a three dimensional Jinton box around the heart, and dismantled it. Leaving only dust. The crowd roared, just as Fūten's alarm did to wake him from his dream.

He gently slid out of bed, heading to take a shower. He had a mission today, and even though he still hadn't an actual home to live in, he was living on borrowed time within a shanty little hotel off of the main market strip in Iwagakure. Today he had a mission, a nifty little hunting trip. He unraveled the previous days bandages and slipped into the shower. His skin was actually quite healing, but in places the tissue damage would never be healed enough for him to feel pleasant about his appearance. As he swiped a rag across his body he relished in the moment. He hadn't been able to take a thorough, calm shower in over four years. Everything on the outside of the asylum seemed to be an immaculate blessing to Fūten.

When he exited the shower he promptly dried himself and then began the process of rewrapping. It wasn't even tedious anymore, in comparison to the looks he got when he didn't wrap. He enjoyed the fear factor his wrappings brought about as well. The mystery of what lies beneath usually pierced the hearts of even the bravest men. Once fully wrapped, Fūten did his morning ritual of exercise to limber up for the day to follow. Be it rain or shine, hell or high-water, Fūten would be killing a boar today.

He pulled his trousers on and a small drape across his shoulder, not ending any torso covering because of his bandages, and the pants weren't totally necessary either, he just felt it more decent to wear them than not. He strapped on his pouch , containing a few senbon and a kunai, then strapped his headband onto his forehead.

He mingled his way through the town, not yet annoyed by the constant talk of crowded streets, it was welcome in comparison to the screams of an asylum. Outside of the village limit was the farm with which he would need to begin tracking the monstrous boar. Another man stood there, checking his apparent equipment.

"a hunting partner? Splendid!" Fūten thought to himself.

He approached the lone man, who had an intimidating mask hanging from his shirt, and an assortment of weapons as well. He bore no semblance of his residency in the village of stone, however. Fūten was not concerned.

"Greetings! Are you here to track a boar as well? I personally didn't expect company, but I suppose with two of us this becomes more efficient, aye?"

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