Dameon was now simply sightseeing. He had arrived in Suna only the night before and had been sleeping in the abandoned factory by the Oasis just outside the gates. His hair still looking like a mess from the way he had slept the night before. He ran his hands through his hair trying to fix his bed head and after a few attempts he would become successful. He wasn’t really sure what there was to do in Suna or where to go. He figured he would just walk and see where the day took him. The heat was still unforgiving on his all black attire but his years of training prevented him from caring more than he should have. Other people looked at him as well like he was crazy for wearing the colors he had chosen. It was only then that he realized how much he stood out amongst the crowd of the people that were from the village in the sand. He scratched the back of his head and ignored their glares as he continued his walk through the city. Another reason he stood out was because Dameon was obviously a shinobi with the way his sword was attached to his back but at the same time everyone could gather he wasn’t from the same country. They never asked questions though and they just moved on about their day. Dameon snuck into the shade of a nearby food stand and sat down on the stool observing what they had.

Mostly it seemed the food was not too different from what they had in Kiri the biggest difference he could tell was that the spices were different and that Suna had some of its own specialty dishes. In Kiri they had a lot of seafood which he hated. Here though it seemed they had curry and other spicy dishes that almost replicated their village in terms of heat. Dameon would order a bowl of curry and rice and nearly devoured it whole the moment he got to start eating it. The heat for him building up enough afterward that he only had to take a few sips of water despite having ordered the hottest thing on the menu. The chef stood there staring slack jawed not just at how quickly he had eaten the food but also how he had handled the hot spices he had unloaded into the curry to make it something to be reckoned with. Dameon feeling more satisfied drank the rest of his water to hydrate himself and handed the chef some money before he stood up once again and headed back toward the center of the city. From what he gathered there was only a handful of noteworthy places to go in Suna and half of which involved fighting arenas. He wasn’t really in the mood to fight for entertainment at least not at the moment. There was also a museum and a strip club, and a couple other more scenic options. Rather than decide he was already feeling like he needed a nap.

After walking a few more miles in the village he discovered a nice little bench under an umbrella that offered plenty of protection from the sun. He was not used to being under such heavy rays of the sun and his skin was slowly becoming redder because of it. He sat down on the bench before he rotated himself horizontally and flopped onto the rest of the bench with his back. His feet still placed firmly on the bench to comfort himself. He crossed one leg over the other and closed his eyes starting to get used to the constant heat of the city but finding it even more relaxing to plant himself in the shade and pretend to forget all about it. Eventually the sounds of people walking around would begin to fade and he would start to focus on the rhythm of his own breathing before he dozed off. Falling asleep lately had been easy for him unlike in the past probably because of his overworked nature and his job titles. Though now when he did sleep his dreams haunted him showing him images and reminding him of the parts of his life he longed to forget. Some reoccurring dreams he would have would involve his time in the war fighting for his life and the lives of others, or how he almost died. One thing that always popped up though was the vision he had on his deathbed showing him the shrine of his clan that had still yet to be recovered.

Today was different though. Today he was reminded of all the mistakes he had made and the people that left his life. His past lover was from Suna and she had left him to die in the chaos of the war and never even bothered to learn the truth. He hoped he wouldn’t have to see her now after all this time. The images of her dying when he had been captured and tortured via genjutsu. The people he slaughtered afterward feeling relief and almost enjoyment. It wasn’t the man he wanted to be but the man he had to become to survive. As he dreamed a tear would stream from his eye across his cheek. Another nightmare would present itself in the form of helplessness. He was tied to a large cross and in front of him were all the people he ever cared about from mist and otherwise and people he had only just recently met. A shadow behind them of a man holding a sword would cut each one of them down methodically. Dameon would scream and yell for him to stop as the fire beneath him swallowed the cross whole engulfing him in the fires of death. The man in the shadows would step forward and it was himself. Dameon would wake up startled and looking around cautiously to see if anyone was around. It was already night in Suna. His nightmare telling him he would be the death of all those he cared for. He sighed wiping sweat from his brow with the forearm of his jacket. He stood up realizing the heat must have only helped to create the effect of his nightmare but still it felt all too real and it made him question whether or not he had caused them harm.

After a good hour of walking around a night and waking up from his nightmare he stood at the center of the city looking up at the sky and toward the stars in the night that shined much brighter here than in Kiri. Half a small crossed his face as he explored the sky with his eyes happy to have come here. Even though he only had one purpose here in the city.

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Sozo was wondering around the village looking around not really any thing in plan for the day. But it was the first day he had off in a while thanks to doing missions and helping Mikasa with her goals for more power. It was blazing hot out and you would have to be crazy to wear any type of heavy clothing or black colored clothing. But Sozo was a bit crazy then as he was wearing a white T-shirt with black cargo pants which were heavy and black. But he also had a red and white desert scarf wrapped around his face and neck only making his sky blue eye and crimson eye and bits of silver hair visible. The scarf helped protect his face from the heat of the sun and the sand when the wind blows. As Sozo walked around he was unsure what to do with his free time he was given to give his body some rest. There really wasn't much in the Sunagakure no Sato that he really enjoyed other than the food and the night sky. Unlike the Kirigakure Sozo was able to see the stars in the night sky almost perfectly. So that was one thing he enjoyed but unfortunately it was still early in the day for that so it looked like he would have to wait.

Sozo wondered the busy streets when he crossed someone in the streets wearing all black. While others stared and gawked at the person Sozo felt sorry for him. For mostly the person must be really hot even thought he wasnt showing any discomfort in his movements as he walked. Sozo looked back to notice that he had a sword on his back. Which brought a questions into Sozo's mind mostly who is the person and where is he from. As it was clear by the way he dressed he wasn't from the Sunagakure like Sozo. But Sozo's clothing he wore changed a bit in order to become more comfortable in the desert heat so he looked like he would have been a Suna shinoibi or a villager at the least. Mostly right now as he was 'unarmed' which was a joke if you think about it shinobi are never unarmed. They are armed or they are dead it was a sad fact of being a shinobi.

Sozo walked around when his stomach started to growl demanding Sozo to but food into it. Sozo held his stomach as he looked around he found a place that served bar-b-q beef. Sozo entered the establishment getting hit by a wall of cool air as he entered. He found a open seat and ordered some bar-b-q beef as he unwrapped his desert scarf. Sozo waited for a few minutes for his food to be done which didn't bother him as he wasn't out in the heat. Sozo sipped on some water that he ordered with his beef which he add a bit of sugar with it in order to make it sweet. When the food was done and the chief handed it to Sozo the first thing he did was smell the beef. It had the smell of honey bar-b-q sauce. Sozo's mouth started to water as the looked at the juicy honey bar-b-q beef. With out warning Sozo attack he meal like a wild animal causing other customers to look at him. With disgust in their eyes. Was he raised in a barn he over heard a few of them say to each other. No he wasn't raised in a barn he just got over excited and couldn't help himself. For there were few things that Sozo truly loved and food was one of them. But as he started to sense the stares of everyone burning into him.

He had enough of that and got up and finished his drink and paid what he was owed before he left. He rewrapped the desert scarf around his face the same way as he had it before only exposing his two different colored eyes and bits of his silver hair. Now with a full belly Sozo began to wonder around in the heat again. But he was out of ideas of things to do so why not do another thing he loves doing which was sleeping. Sozo recalled a bench with a umbrella blocking the sun it was a ideal place to sleep. So off Sozo went with a smile on his face only to be covered by his scarf. After back tracking to where he found the bench he met a familiar site the man covered in black was sleeping on the same bench he was going to sleep on. Sozo's smile vanished not that anyone could see it but it was fine he would still sleep. Just not where he first planed Sozo went to side of the bench where the umbrella blocked most of suns rays and heat. Sozo laid down placing his head on the bottom of the benches side. Sozo's one gift he had was the power to fall asleep almost instantly as the sound of everyone faded into nothingness.

Sozo looked around seeing only whiteness that seemed to stretch on forever. Sozo was running with all his might to get to the end but he was surrounded by three shadows without faces. But the voices he knew who the voices belonged to. The shadows only spoke of Sozo's short comings and failures his own weakness. Then another shadow figure showed up and joined in with the other three but this ones words hurt the most. This figure only told Sozo how unworthy he was to fallow her and how she had no use for him. Sozo shoved his way pass the four of them only for them to grow and follow him by the air. Still taunting by saying his fears as he was running unable to get way from them only shouting as he ran as he covered his ears "Pleas stop Mother, Father, Mikasa, and Tsuki. Please I'm sorry." he spoke in a pleading tone for the voices to stop but it was futile as they continued to speak. As he was running trying to ignore the four shadows figures words a wolf appeared that Sozo's failed to notice. The wolf rushed a Sozo who was running with head down and ears and eyes covered till he felt the wolfs ponce and bite at his neck.

Sozo awoke from the jerk of the wolf's attack his his dream he was breathing heavy. His body was covered in sweat it was a nightmare he thought to himself as he looked around. Noticing that the man in black was gone. Sozo began to wonder if he was talking in his sleep and if so if the man heard anything he said. But it was to late to ask as he was gone and Sozo wasn't sure the stranger left to go to. Sozo got up and removed his desert scarf from his face as it now dangled around his neck he didnt need to cover his face as it was now night time and the winds seemed to die down. Sozo walked around the village only looking at the ground unable to look up. He was now just wondered the streets like a zombi full of self doubt caused by his nightmare. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going as he bumped into a person. After he bumped the person he looked up to see that it was the man in all black his face looked like it as starting to redden from the rays of the deserts. Sozo removed his scarf and handed it to the man. "Here you go take this it will help protect your face from the sun." Sozo shuffled his feet as he spoke "Sorry I bumped into you. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going so sorry about that". Sozo then looked up to the sky to look at the stars that covered the night sky. A smile wanted to break across Sozo's face but it couldn't as he mind was still on his nightmare and what it meant.

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Dameon was walking around looking up at the sky wondering what time it was that the city was dead. In Kiri the activity almost never stopped and when it did it was closer to four or five in the morning. Just glancing at the moon he knew it wasn’t quite that late. It was then as he looked at the moon that he felt someone walk into him. Just when he was criticizing the entire village for falling asleep too soon one person in a wide open space runs into him from not paying attention. It was like karma or fate was listening in on his thoughts and laughing whenever they did something he wasn’t expecting. He brushed it off though and looked toward the person that had bumped into him. He was roughly the same size but by his appearance he was definitely younger than Dameon. Probably a Genin of the village but he wouldn’t put the person anywhere above Chuunin. It was then that he noticed the person did not outwardly display any allegiance to a village like a headband. Though Dameon also did not wear one it was for other reasons, namely being that he didn’t need one to usually be recognized. That and it was annoying to wear. The boy seemed to offer him a scarf concerned with how Dameon had become slightly red during his day so far in the village. With a halfhearted smile he raised his hand to decline the gift.

“Thank you but there is no need now that the sun has gone away. It doesn’t really bother me that much anyways. The new experience is actually welcoming,” he stated as he let the boy hold onto the scarf, Dameon scratched the back of his neck like he normally did a nervous habit. He didn’t usually like talking with strangers or even having a conversation with someone he had never met but times were different he was relatively popular and people usually found an excuse just to talk to him.

“Oh and don’t worry about bumping into me. I might not have noticed if you hadn’t said something,” he said joking around not really sure of what else to say. He observed the young boy looking over him taking in details his mind racing and thinking of connections and racing to see if he could find out anything about this stranger before he potentially found out the hard way. It wasn’t something he could turn off his mind immediately searched to find out everything one possibly could by observation alone. He already could connect a few things but further assessment would require further time with the individual.

“So I see you are not from here. Not originally anyways. What brings you out here?” he asked curious about his answer. His skin complexion and tone seemed to suggest somewhere that wasn’t constantly bearing down with the sun. There was also his hair color which suggested certain colder climates as a possibility. There was also the other indication of some kind of a clan he was a part of. The boy was definitely a shinobi. Though not necessarily hostile, curious maybe but not hostile. He waited for the boy’s response curious to how he would answer the question. He was curious if the boy would try to hide his allegiances or be open enough to say whether or not he had one and if so to whom. While he waited he sat down at the table of the nearby café that was closed. Finding the cool metal of the chair to be relaxing compared to the heat still in all the other objects.

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Sozo wasn't surprised when the stranger covered in black refused his scarf. Was Sozo really expecting someone to accept a gift from a stranger who just bump into him to accept the gift. That was foolish child thoughts but Sozo just nodded as he tied his desert scarf around his neck as it was to big to fit in his pants pockets and he didn't have a beg for him to put it in. Sozo then looked around to see that it was dead he never noticed that as he was walking with his head down and lost in his own thoughts. Sozo responded shyly as he was shocked that he was even talking to a stranger he never met before "Alright but I would recommend getting one if you're going to be staying here for a while. As it's pretty nice to have in the desert as it helps block the suns rays and helps keep you're head cool. Sozo hoped that he didn't come out like a annoying know it all. All he wanted to do was give the stranger some friendly advice on making the desert a bit easier to bare with. As Sozo had to learn it the hard way the scarf may not have seemed like much but it made a big difference in the desert actually.

Sozo scratched the side of his head as the stranger in black told him the he wouldn't have noticed Sozo if he didn't speak to him. Sozo let out a small laugh as he looked up at the stars admiring their beauty in the night sky. The were truly gems that belonged to all as no one man could have ownership over the stars or the night sky. At least Sozo wasn't aware of anyone having ownership over the stars and the sky. If so they must have been very gracious to share them with all those around the world. Then Sozo began to fell sorry for those who were unable to enjoy such views like this. "The starts are truly beautiful out here in the desert it makes it worth putting up with the heat all day." Sozo spoke before turning his attention back to the stranger he ran into.

Sozo let out another laugh as the stranger pointed out that he wasn't from the Suna which was correct. Sozo looked at his somewhat tan skin but nothing compared to those that were from this village. "No I'm not you're right. I've been here for a few weeks now. I was from the Kirigakure no Sato but I wanted to become a wanderer." wanting to become a wanderer was a lie but he didn't feel like going into the actual reasons on why he left with the stranger. Why would he its not like the two of them were friends or anything or not yet at least. "As fore why I'm here. You could say training with my mistress so I can become stronger. So I can be of more use to her in battle. What about you why are you here? Just like me you're not from here as well."

Just then Sozo realized that he didn't give the stranger his name yet. Sozo gave a nice little bow like his bow he gives Mikasa. He placed his left hand behind his back and placed his right hand over his heart. "I'm Sagara Sozo. I'm from the Sagara clan. And you are who if you don't mind me asking?" Once again Sozo hopped he didn't come off rude in they way he spoke. He only spoke the truth he didn't know who the stranger was and he was curious on who he was talking to.

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Dameon looked at the kind with a bit of confusion. The kid had just basically confessed to having left his village and from the sound of it he had done so without consent. It was kind of funny that karma has basically slapped this kid upside the head and kicked him when he was down. Of all the people to run into, literally, he had to run into the one person from Kiri that was in charge of the ANBU from his previous village whose secondary job at all times was to stop, locate, and retrieve ninja that have left or were trying to leave the village without permission. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at this kid’s bad luck and he almost felt bad. At the same time though he was still on vacation and was not about to head home with some genin at his hip and end his vacation sooner than he wanted. On the other hand though this gave him a good opportunity to mess with the kid and see how he reacted and see if he freaked out. His chuckle faded instantly like his face and gestures became serious all of a sudden. He sat there silently not answering any of the genin’s questions and started to build a nice tension in the air all starting with an awkward silence and a halfhearted grin on his face. He turned in the chair he was sitting on to face the young boy.

“Clearly you have no idea who I am or you wouldn’t have said what you did,” he said staring at the kid in the eyes like he was gazing into his soul reaching into the very depths of his mind to learn the truth. Dameon than readjusted himself folding his right leg over the top of his left and keeping his serious tone.

“My name is Dameon Shikyo. I am a member of Kiri. I am also a Seven Swordsman. A Sannin. Oh and more importantly in this moment, the ANBU Captain,” He said pausing as he interlaced his fingers and looked up at the boy waiting to see how he would respond to that information. He expected some degree of panic or worry from the boy and that would be natural.

“So, you wanted to become a wanderer?” He asked as he continued to look at the boy asking a question he had a chance to correct himself over. He knew this would mess with the boy some more and it would only add to his amusement. On any other day or time he would capture the kid and drag him back to the village if he just up and left after completing the academy. It was his job after all and he had to always act for his village’s best interest. Dameon stood up his posture straightening out as he waited for an answer and inched closer toward the young genin. His arms crossed and looking incredibly serious. The streets were still very empty and if he wanted to he could easily dispatch of the kid and leave him lifeless on the ground for leaving the village, this would also be a way for him to continue his vacation without interruption. Would he do such a thing? Most likely not. If the boy tried to attack him however he would cut him down but that wasn’t really what he wanted at all. Instead he wanted to mess with the boy and get amusement out of all of it and even learn something valuable if the boy knew anything of the sort.

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Sozo laid down on the ground by the cafe that the stranger was sitting at. Sozo placed his arms behind his head to act like a pillow as he laid on the cool ground of hardened sand. While he stared into the void of darkness littered with small shining lights. It was a nice sight and Sozo would be happy looking at them. But there was a small amount of tension was in the air. It wasn't bad enough where you could cut it with a knife but you could tell it was there. Sozo let his thoughts race around his head. Did he say something wrong or was the stranger just playing mind games with him. Either way Sozo wasn't in a real panic but he was curious so about what he might did. So some would say he was in a mild panic but his body was calm as he stared up into the night sky star gazing. It felt like an eternity of silence between the two strangers. Before the man in black decided to speak. What he spoke made Sozo wonder what the stranger meant by that.

Soon Sozo got his answer as the man in black told Sozo his name. So it was Dameon that was a strange name but it wasn't like Sozo had any room to talk. What kind of name was Sozo anyways nothing normal but it was his name and he liked it. So that all that mattered to him so Sozo decided not to comment on Dameon's name. Then the fact that Dameon was a Sannin, a member of the seven swordsmen of the mist, and almost as important a ANBU captain. But then it set in that Sozo did leave the Kirigakrue with out permission. Sozo knew all to well the job of the ANBU that he knew he was in trouble if Dameon wanted to take Sozo away back to Kiri. It was his job after all and Sozo was no fool to think he could take on a ANBU member let alone a ANBU captain. It was in this moment that Sozo wished he could have taken back telling Dameon where he was from. But he couldn't take it back so there was no point in fighting it. It was a real shame that they met like this because Dame is everything Sozo wanted to be when he was still in the academy. Sozo longed to be a member of the seven swordsmen as well as a tracker nin like his father. But Sozo was unable to speak out of shock of what just unfolded before him.

But not all was lost as it seemed Dameon was giving him a second chance for Sozo to correct himself. As he questioned Sozo about becoming a wander. Sozo knew he had to speak the truth if he wanted any hope making the situation any better. But there was pretty much no hope in Sozo's mind as it flashed back to Mikasa's he let her down which to him was worst than dying. But Sozo finally spoke after a few moments of silence before he spoke. With a hesitant tone in his voice as he looked up at Dame "No... I actually wanted to be like you. My dreams when I was in the academy was to become a tracker shinobi like my father. As well as become a member of the seven swordsmen. But... Sozo paused for a moment as memories of his mothers mangled body along with his fathers severed head, then the worst for Sozo Tsuki's lifeless corps covered in claw marks appeared. Making Sozo cringe in the memory of those he lost to the hands of his grandfather. "But after a small falling out with my grandfather and a few more things that happened. That I don't want to go into detail about if I don't have to happened. I felt betrayed by the place I called home and by people I called family. I decided to leave the village a few days before I officially graduated the academy." Sozo didn't know how he felt about his old home it never wronged him but he pain of his own family wronging him was almost to much to bare. Cause if his own family betrayed him what would stop the village or any of his comrades from betraying him as well.

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Dameon kept his eye on the boy as he spoke not for one moment losing eye contact with him. The boy seemed to have a lot in common with his own upbringing at least in some ways. Dameon had been outcast by his clan and the small village they had created when he was only seven. He had managed to survive two years in the wilderness making it from the lightning country all the way to the shoreline and port that lead people from the mainland to Kiri. People and not just himself were amazed that he had survived especially when it had involved fighting off wild animals nearly every night. His body was riddled with scars of bite marks to claw marks. He could sympathize with the young genin but at the same time their differences were also there. Dameon had not chosen to leave. He also hadn’t even been in the academy or even taught anything formally on the ways of a ninja, not till he was nine. Nor did he try to avoid his family and leave a major village to do so. The young genin had risked everything including being captured or killed by the ANBU of Kiri just to avoid his family. It was obvious to him that there was more than just a simply falling out. It would have had to have been something much more serious than that if he had risked everything to leave the village to wander the world alone.

“Hmm,” Dameon said to himself as he brought he curled his index finger over his mouth and rested his thumb on the underside of his chin. He thought to himself a little more as he eyes trained away from the genin and up to the sky as he slouched back into the metal frame of the chair. He honestly didn’t want to capture the boy or worse. Plus it wasn’t as if his name had come up in Kiri or across his desk. So it wasn’t even a formal assignment if he did capture and bring him in. So there was no point in doing so. That being said he almost felt inclined to help the boy but it seemed there wasn’t much to do or that he really required any help. It brought questions to his own mind about himself. It wasn’t as if his parents had wanted to cast him out, after all they had been imprisoned simply to avoid interfering with the judgment. It made him wonder if they were okay having not seen them a little over eleven years now. It also brought his deathbed dream to mind. Seeing his clan’s hidden temple and shrine and being told the place was real by none other than the dead founder Zeta. He knew by now that the founder’s blood ran in his own body and that he could make himself appear in dreams or even like a hallucination to relay information. He was curious though and it made him want to locate his small village that had cast him out and even this shrine.

“I understand entirely. The only real difference between us is that I was forcefully removed from my village at the age of seven for wanting to become a shinobi of a village. All I had ever wanted was to become what I am today. I can continue to make myself stronger and more powerful but eventually we all must face the demons of our past to ever truly find release. I wouldn’t recommend sharing that you had willingly left a village with people. Not just ANBU hunt for wanderers,” he stated while leaning forward and removing his hand form his face and instead resting each of his hands on the top of his legs.

“I’ll be honest with you. Personally it doesn’t bother me that you left the village, especially if it was for self-preservation from a dangerous situation. I want to make it clear though, if I EVER hear that you are acting like most missing ninja and start a life of criminal activity. I WILL find you and either bring you in for the village to decide your fate, or I will kill you to save me the trouble of dragging you halfway across the world,” Dameon stated the tone of his voice flipping into that of a dire serious one. He understood the need to get away to protect one’s self and he would never deny that to anyone especially if they were in a situation that would potentially kill them. He would however not accept those that had left his village to go around and cause that same fear of danger to other people. He stood up and pushed the metal chair in at the table and looked down at the young genin. Thinking it was about time for them to go their separate ways.

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Sozo's gaze on the stars above him was turned to the man in blacks eyes. As Sozo felt like he was being watched. It was a most uncomfortable feeling to have someone watching him. It could have been the fact that he was a ANBU Captain and Sozo made the mistake of telling him that he left their village. But there was nothing Sozo could do he wasn't nearly or even close for that matter strong enough to fight him. So the only thing he could do was deal with it and his mistake and only hope that i works out for the better for him. He still had much to do with Mikasa and he wasn't ready to go back to the Kirigakrue no Sato just yet. He wished he wasn't foolish enough to tell the stranger that he left hsi village. But how was Sozo to know that the man was ANBU he didn't look like ANBU to him he had no mask or ANBU armor. But that was the past and there was not changing what he did or said so there was no real reason on to worry about it.

The man know as Dameon looked like he was thinking to himself. Sozo was curious on what he was thinking right now. Was he going to let Sozo go or capture him the later was the more logical choice for a ANBU Captain. But anything could happen maybe Sozo would get lucky and Dameon would look the other way this time. Since Sozo really didn't do anything wrong other than just leaving the village to protect himself from his grandfather and the rest of his clan. But would the ANBU Capatain see it that way hopefully yes. But at last Sozo couldn't read minds so he had no clue if only he able to read minds so he could know what Dameon was thinking.

Finally Dameon spoke again it was what Sozo wanted to hear. Dameon didn't really care that Sozo left the village if it was for protecting Sozo's life. But the way Dameon spoke to Sozo made him feel like a kid getting scolded for doing something stupid and was being punished for it. But if that was the only thing he was going to do to Sozo. Sozo wasn't going to argue it. It was a lot better than getting taken back to he Kirigakure. But the scolding wasn't over yet he told Sozo that if he started to live a life of a missing ninja that he would go and caputer or kill Sozo. This made Sozo take a small gulp as Sozo didn't want to fight a ANBU Captain at all. It was a dumb idea in the first place ANBU Captain's were all ways very skilled. But Sozo could only shake his head in a akward way as he still had his head on his arms in understanding. But he was able to muster up a few words "Thanks for being understanding. I wont act like a common missing ninja don't worry about that." Sozo said hoping that it would reassure Dameon of his motives of leaving the village.

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Dameon looked at the boy and looked away. He didn’t really know what else to say that he hadn’t already said. He could sit here and pester the young boy all day but there was no point plus he had other things to do before he could go to bed. The boy said little to assure him that he wouldn’t act like a common criminal or a criminal shinobi rather. At least he tried though; the young genin had realized the error in his ways when it came to saying too much to strangers. He also didn’t lie if he had Dameon would have known the second he had attempted to do so. After all his eyes were so good that things like lies were easy to see a mile away. Everyone in the world had a ‘tell’ when it came to lying, it was just a matter of finding out what it was. The sun was starting to peek out from the sky above sending a wide array of orange into the dark sky. He hadn’t realized how late it was and being from a different country entirely he had completely misread the sky thinking it was his own. He couldn’t help but stop and stare as the large sun appeared just over the naturally formed rock walls that lined the city. The sun appeared much larger here right now than it ever had in the water country or in his village in kiri. He couldn’t help but smirk.

“Does that damn sun ever go away in this place? It is like it intentionally is trying to follow me and make me miserable,” he said jokingly to attempt to ease the tension in the already thick air. The shop they were sitting in front of had its lights kick on as the shop keeper walked to the front of the door and opened to reveal a small café. It was just what he needed too. Not wasting a moment he walked in as the café owner hurried behind the counter for her first customer of the day. Dameon looked around also noticing various types of food like muffins and other breakfast delicacies that he frankly had never really given a chance. Looking from the food to the various types of beverages they served he noticed that they had a favorite drink of his. A very particular flavor of tea that most people were baffled that he enjoyed. It was a very rare thing to see and most people that saw it never drank it. However it was as simple to explain as how to walk. Dameon never cared for tea or for coffee. He liked hot chocolate but it wasn’t typically what you wanted to drink in the morning. His flavor of tea was peanut butter and chocolate black tea. It was an acquired taste and meant more for dessert but it was a tea he was able to drink whenever and he enjoyed that. He pointed at the menu with a smile on his face and also ordered a chocolate chip muffin which he hoped went well together. He then walked back outside and walked back to the table he was sitting at only moments before.

He looked back at the genin as he took a sip of his tea right after taking a chunk out the muffin. He was going to speak again but instead decided not to talk with his mouth full. He waited patiently with his finger extended out as if to say one minute whilst he held the muffin carefully to not drop it. He swallowed the chunk of muffin with the bit of tea he drank and he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He waited till he felt like he could speak without an issue and opened his mouth.

“I do not want to see you again while I am here for a few more weeks. If I see you again I will report your existence and have my men come after you. That being said, have a good day,” he said raising his tea cup as if to say by and moved onward. The city was slowly starting to liven up now as people exited their home and headed toward work or cafes to get themselves some breakfast before starting hard days’ worth of work. He had other things to do but he was still tired and needed to try and get some form of sleep having been interrupted by the nightmares. He sighed and walked through the doors of the hotel he was staying at and walked up the stairs and would head to his room and finish his breakfast before passing out.

786 WC
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Perception: A-1 to A-2: 1,438
9wc remaining