The sun was bright as a small boy wiped his blonde hair in the air as the wind blew it to the side. The glare of the sun as he took off his goggles to wipe off his sweat as he placed his Kusarigama one side as he finished harvesting some of the rice from his rice field. He was bored and decided to start working on this in order to make some extra ryo and for fun. He placed some of the harvested rice one side as he looked to make sure the water was still running as he saw it looked a bit low as he looked around for his bucket.

"ah... there it is" as he made a light running towards his small bucket laying on the edge of his small field. He took the bucket and went over to the small well, he had helped to build this one but it looked a bit broken and unprofessional with the rocks just placed roughly around it, only the wooden posts and the rope pulley for the bucket to be sent down to draw water being okay. He set up the bucket and began to send it down while the wind blew through the rice fields as he was smiling and having some fun in his small little farm.

He was not allowed a big farm due to the farmers having issues as they felt shinobi should not be taking all their land or pretending to be masters of nurturing the land. They gave him some respect and just a while back for winning the chuunin exams they sent him a few presents and also helped build a small room for him there as well since he was farming quite a lot and working hard on the rice fields even helping in other people's fields. His rice field was a bit different since it was separated from the other rice fields due to them worrying that he would ruin their fields through being an amateur

The first day was the worst when he ended up having all the rice eaten by birds as well as the second day when the water dried up, he did have a problem though since the water levels were a bit low.

He finally heard a splash and then began to pull it up carefully as he worked up a small sweat as he finally got the bucket and smiled. "Hang in there okay" as he began smiling with his eyes closed as he began walking back to the rice fields to feed the small little running water he had which would take more then one trip before it would be considered enough.

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"Where the shit am I?" The voice of the misplaced Kirigakure shinobi spoke out with frustration and confusion. His feet wandered through the village and some how, he ended up in rice fields. Seito always felt comfortable with water; he was a suiton user after all. The sun beat down on the boy like another day in the scorching flames of Kumogakure. His mouth yearned for water but there were only slips and slivers of water flowing, certainly would not be enough to satisfy his thirst. He continued to march on right through the large crops that camouflaged him from anyone else; likewise, the natural canopy of vegetation shrouded his vision from anyone or anything that could have been lurking in the brush. His arms bat away and paved a way for his feet, stomping over the roots of the cash crop.

If Seito had no respect, then he would have certainly pulled out his tanto and cleared a route to get back home; unfortunately for him, he was not even sure what home meant anymore. He had been in Kumogakure for an extended period of time that he was being to forget about Kirigakure and the daily tribulations he faced there. Now, he faces new challenges such as, navigation. A smile crept on his face and his mind pondered about Kiri and all of her people. He looked down at his right bicep that bore the Kiri headband. A simple nod suggested that he was thinking about home and that he missed it, or some parts of it.

His feet continued to trek over crops as he tried to find his way through the ranch. A clearing between the produce yielded a silver of a stream but it was just enough for Seito. He bent to his knees next to the flowing water, cupped his hands and proceeded to drink. Several cups later proved that the silver was in worse shape than when Seito got there. Water dripping from his chin, he was clearly the culprit. He turned his head and froze for only a moment as he watched a child with a bucket headed towards his direction. The child must have seen Seito from where the child was standing. Extending his knees to stand up, he might have just done something wrong. Seito waited for a few moments for the child to get closer. Maybe he knew which direction Seito should go to get to Kumo. He stood with a friendly smile and his hands on his hips, a typical stance for the boy.

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The look in the boy's eyes as he froze at witnessing the horror that was before him as he dropped to his knees as the bucket fell over some of the water joining into the half dead stream of water that was now nearly completely dried up. He was looking to the guy who had water dripping from his chin as the boy's eyes began to glisten and change as the sunlight seemed to reflect and amplify the image before the strange guy.

He then noticed the man standing up as he began crying out loud. "How could you!!" as he looked on as the rice fields were already drying up, the need for water was desperate and not only that he needed the water from the well and not just some cheap water from some jutsu, since some amateurs thought they could use water jutsu to provide nourishment not knowing that for the rice to grow correctly it needed good rain water not just water made with chakra which was also something he was not a fan of drinking either. You do not drink people's ninjutsu and sometimes it might be second hand water. Whether this strange strange man understood the sin of what he committed remained to be seen, but his heart was broken at the sight of this monster of a man.

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