Ryu would shift in his sitting position as he looked out over the sun burnt desert hills. It was a nice clear day out in the dunes without a lot going on as far as he could tell. He hadn't been followed of that he was positive. He had been careful enough to erase his exit from town and avoid any major traffic areas. Making more turns then required to spot a tail and doubling back here and there. In the end it had all been in paranoia. No one was left willing to tangle with him in his part of the slums. Even the four kings were giving him some space. That was likely due to his meeting one of them though. She had shown an interest with him that made him moderately uncomfortable. She was an aggressive and potent woman and he wasn't eager to have her eyes on him. The way she crushed those genin in front of him, how she had spared him when she stood between her and them, she was a scheming woman and he was just a toy to her. He wasn't a fan of the feeling. However if he was going to get passed it he would need to grow stronger. Considerably so. Hence his day out in the dunes.

He had been working on something fairly specific. However that would be revealed a little later. First was what was interesting to be seen. Ryu was sitting on a large roll out carpet with a cooler to his left half buried in the sand and a large white beach umbrella he had liberated providing shade from the blazing sun above. In the red, square cooler was some slowly melting ice and twelve beers in green glass bottles. Personally he preferred the taste of beer in glass over a can. It wouldn't get him drunk but he was one who actually enjoyed the taste. As for himself, Ryu was in a pair of jeans with high top boots tied tight to his ankles. Brown in color. Blue jeans ripped around the ankle a little were his choice in outer wear for the moment. Oddly enough though he wasn't wearing his usual black jean jacket but instead was wearing a simple white tank top. His hair tied up into a sash with a single bit hanging out to the side. Dangling around his shoulder. His eye patch was set to the side for comfort since he was alone revealing both his blue and purple eyes. The blue eye being the one everyone knew he had but the purple eye was usually hidden.

For the moment the beer was forgotten as he concentrated on what he was doing. He could not surrender his goals. He would find the strength to see his might through and he would never be broken. He would find a way to move mountains and in doing so the four kings wouldn't be able to stand in his way anymore. That meant training up his elements. He had chosen a location a good mile away from the village to keep prying senses away. However if anyone was wandering close. they would certainly feel this. Not to mention see it. Ryu would focus both his elements as the entire dune began to shake before him and around him. He was seated cross legged and holding both hands palm out in front of him. The sand around him began to swirl as sparks of electricity shot out left and right. The dune itself seemed to surge out like a large wave shifting as Ryu concentrated on the raiton. His eyes focused on the place he wanted to go. Raiton shooting from his palms as it formed a few feet of glass road for the dune to slide along before it shifted most of the sand off revealing a large boulder. However sweat would form on his brow and he would let go of his held breath. The giant boulder he was seated on would come crashing down hard on the glass and the sparks would stop. Both hands slamming down to the carpet beneath him as he panted. The boulder had to be two tons but he only made it move maybe five feet. His fist would crash down against it like thunder cracking and only manage to leave a small dent before he cursed slightly under his breath.

"God **** damn it."

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The snake's hiss was cut short as Roku lodged another shuriken through its neck, spurts of blood from severed veins staining the sand around it as its writhing body crumpled lifelessly. The pale teen collected his gore-stained weapons, wiping them clean on his khaki cargo-pants before tossing the pieces of the serpent into his frayed burlap sack. The path it had dragged through the sand was a crimson smear rapidly being blown away by the Kaze no Kuni wind, scattered into the desert forever.

Rokumaru tied the bag in a loose knot, taking it in hand as he continued his search for more scaly things. His enthusiasm for hunts of his had become more and more forced as time went by; the novelty of eating the spiteful little creatures never wore off, but there was so little danger to the process of finding them. Roku wasn't too blind to see he was hardly stronger than his Genin self, but he had dealt with worse threats than a snake. A quick toss of his kunai or a bit of Sabaton and it was over. Hardly fair sport for an eager young lad.

That feeling of boredom was beginning to creep into other aspects of his life despite Rokumaru's efforts. Ambition was beginning to carve its way into his psyche and with it a need for more. The only problem was making that into reality.

He wouldn't admit it, but Roku was beginning to really understand how unappealing the Shinobi lifestyle was becoming. Like every child he pictured himself the gallant hero, oozing power like a character from old novels, but the climb to reaching that level of power was getting to be a bit much. The old routine he had become so accustomed to wasn't satisfying him anymore; soon he would need to really escalate his efforts and catch up with his peers.

But he pushed those thoughts away as Roku took his sack in hand and drug it away. There was still time for the boy to waste doing what he liked, and he would take advantage of it. Rokumaru looked into the sky to guess at the time, deciding he had about an hour before he should trek back to the village with his loot. There was room still for more snakes in the sack and they wouldn't hunt themselves. Scanning the dunes ahead of him, Roku guessed he was close to a mile from the village by now. He'd head out a bit further into the sand sea then return home for an early night in.

A few minutes into his walk came distant sounds that stood out against the otherwise quiet landscape, faint but obviously significant. A training shinobi, if the redhead had to guess. It sparked his interest, whatever it was, and Roku immediately set off in the direction the sounds came from. Faint crashes, bright surges of light from behind the sand dunes;Roku was certain someone was doing some serious Ninjutsu. As he got closer, a few hundred meters from the source of the commotion, Roku recognized the cracking and sparking of Raiton-produced lightning. He stopped his burlap sack in a heap behind him, tucked his thin black t-shirt into his pants and got low on his belly as Rokumaru climbed up a tall dune that separated him from the action. More than likely it was a Suna-nin making noise so close to the village but the teen wanted to make sure first before revealing himself. Plus, he didn't want to disturb whatever was happening before he got a chance to see it.

Rokumaru reached the peak of the dune and peered out over its tip; about 30 meters away stood a white umbrella stuck into the sand, beneath it a man on a carpet sitting next to a red box. Before him was a massive boulder that looked out of place in the rolling hills of sand. The stranger brought his down on the stone, caving in a small dent into the hard surface.

The Sabaku guessed the boulder was a Doton creation, or otherwise dragged up from the bedrock deep beneath the desert's surface. He wanted to watch further to see what else the man would do, but that seemed a bit rude to do at the moment. Pulling himself up to his feet Roku pulled his sack of snake carcasses up the dune with his Sabaton into his waiting hand and walked down the other side towards the seated stranger. The man obviously came out this far from the village for privacy, but hopefully he wouldn't mind a brief distraction.

From afar Roku couldn't recognize the figure, but as he got closer the long blonde ponytail stuck out to him. The teen remembered the last time he had come across it; how could he not when it was a dangerous experience.

It had to be the Jackal. Roku had remembered the name Ryu Myugan and searched for the man's clan in his books on village bloodlines, but nothing had come from it. Since his last run-in with the mysterious stranger Rokumaru had been summoning the courage to return to the slums in search of him, but his luck had brought the man into his path naturally.

He quickened his pack in excitement and waved his right arm in the air as he descended the dune, calling out "JACKAL!" to get the man's attention.

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Ryu was slowly regaining his energy as he took a deeper breath and slowly let it out. He had exerted himself a great deal with this practice but there was progress. It was essentially weight lifting with his chakra. The more he practiced it the greater damage he could do with it. The more power he gained the more he could change. It was slow progress but both his body and his chakra were growing steadily. It was a matter of time before the rumors of him being the fifth gang king could actually be backed up. Before they decided to act on it anyway. For part of it he figured the one King he had met was protecting him for some reason. She had the opportunity to crush him early but had chosen to take down the squad from the village fighting him herself. She had done so with immense power and no mercy. He had to stand up to her then and hadn't seen her since. There was no other reason the other kings might be ignoring him completely. Unless that was they didn't consider him a threat. Perhaps they thought they could dispatch him at any time. If so he would show them the error of their ways. He was controlling a large zone of the eastern slums with his sheer power and it was just a matter of time until that power started taking over the western slums too. Only by conquering the slums could he force a change within them.

Still he had barely sat up and gained control over his breathing and heartbeat when he sensed something like a shift in the breeze. It was odd to him and foreign so he couldn't really tell what it was. As of late he had begun to sense more around him and feel a connection to living things before he saw them. From the corner of his eye at times when he was alone he swore he saw a coyote sitting there watching him as if waiting for something. However he simply didn't understand what the sensations were. He wasn't familiar with nature chakra but it was reaching out to him. Selecting him. Whatever he had just felt however eluded him. However it would announce itself quickly when he was about to dismiss it. He had thought himself alone but a harsh shout of his chosen title from the side of the boulder drew his attention quickly. His right hand shifted to his right as he pointed his index finger and lifted his thumb. Lightning would glow at the tip of his index finger in a ball of yellow energy with sparks of electricity arcing around it. He had prepared a lightning bullet in an instant expecting it to be a hostile targeting him where innocents couldn't be damaged. He was ready to wipe someone out if they targeted him though. The lightning bullet was a severe attack and would disable an opponent if fired correctly. However he would look before he shot just in case. It took a moment for him to decide but the young man below was familiar to him. It would be a waste to bury him out here after going through the trouble of rescuing him. Ryu would sigh and lower his hand as the raiton energy would fade away and he would relax his hand. Waiting for the young man to come up the boulder before rising and collecting a beer from the cooler. Popping the top and taking a swig from it before speaking as the boy crested the top of the boulder. If he did.

"Roku wasn't it? Didn't expect to run into anyone this far out. Sup bruh? whatchu doin out here with a bag?" An odd question since he could smell the blood inside of it. He knew whatever was in the bag, he didn't want it.

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Myugan stared across at Rokumaru as the younger Suna-nin slid his way down the dune, but the Chuunin immediately stopped when the older man raised a finger sparking with an unreleased Raiton jutsu. In a panic Roku dropped his snake sack and held his hands in the air above him, mentally kicking himself for calling the man 'Jackal' when that was what most criminals referred to him as. Couldn't blame him for thinking the redhead was a threat when he barged into Myugan's privacy. Thankfully Ryu seemed to recognize Roku as the bumbling Genin he had rescued months before, and the jutsu waiting to be unleashed fizzled out.

Roku meekly lowered his arms before bending to grab his burlap bag again, dragging it behind him as he continued his walk towards the boulder. The Jackal reached into his red box and pulled out a tall bottle before removing the cap, just as Roku reached the side of the lonely boulder.

Much to his delight Myugan had remembered Rokumaru's name, for the most part, and questioned what the younger boy was doing with a bag this deep in the desert. The redhead looked back at the dwindling smear of blood through the sand that was slowly blown away, knowing it was one of the most suspicious things to be caught doing alone in the wilderness. He rested the bag against the boulder and wiped his hands on his pants. "Pest control. One of my favorite civil duties." The bag did not stay propped up as it slid down the boulders side, trailing wet blood along the stone.

Roku stood silent for a moment as he wondered which question to ask, because all that he been doing since their meeting in the slums was speculating about the blonde before him. It would not be a very polite thing to barge into Myugan's private time just to ask things of him, in fact Roku expected the older man would quickly become irritated by a long interrogation, but the redhead would just have to make that concession.

"Stip me if this seems a bit bold to ask, Ryu," Roku began as he looked up at the man atop the boulder, "But you seem like a capable shinobi." He fondly remembered that stone fist putting a halt to Roku's assailant, Ryu puffing out smoke as he sat atop it. "Yet the only thing you seem to be known for is as the Jackal. A criminal."

The pale Chuunin laid his hand on the stone boulder, feeling it's smooth surface. "What are you doing down there in the slums? I assume you are a registered shinobi with Suna, yet you don't train a squad or interact with many Suna-nin. If I did not know any better, I would say you're involved in a lot of what's happening down there right now." It was his decision to immediately press into the matter which Roku felt was most important.

In fact, it bothered Roku how much he was unable to get a read on Ryu Myugan. The man was recognized- and feared- by proven criminals that inhabited the slums, which was a battlefield of warring gangs and gang leaders. A strong shinobi made an excellent criminal and it stood to reason that Ryu would be no exception.

But something about the near-stranger just didn't strike Roku as a lowlife. The teen was fairly certain most inhabitants of the slums would've paid ryo to see a kid like Roku taken down, but the Jackal instead stepped in and helped him. To a person like Roku, someone was either entirely good or entirely bad. It did not make sense that someone could have empathy for a stranger, as Ryu did, but continue to propagate the illegal activities that marred Suna's reputation.

Having gotten his bravado out quickly Roku was quick to remember how close the man came to unleashing Raiton on him earlier and quickly added, "I did not come just to insult you. I am just unaccustomed to being this unsure about something." The boy hadn't spoken a word about his encounter with the Jackal to anyone, instead waiting to hear more about the man. And he has heard little.

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Ryu would tilt his head and observe the young man now on the boulder with him. His eyes watching the young man. Having forgotten for the time being he wasn't wearing his eye patch. An odd combination of blue and purple eyes staring through the boy as if something about them could see more than the average eyes. As if they held some sort of mystical properties. It was an illusion of course brought on by the imagination of something unique. His right eye was purple but his left eye was a deep blue. He certainly wasn't an angel though. There was no Halo or wings to him. If there was something of myth about him it wasn't a kind and soft soul. In his tank top it was obvious he was built well enough for active combat. Still he was curious about this kid. He didn't seem to be afraid of him exactly. As if he were drawn to power regardless of who gave it to him. Rokumaru eh? He could certainly remember that name. Even if the idea of the guy doing the basic job of pest control wasn't lost on him. A small service provided by the lower ranks that kept the village from being over run by such things.

Ryu however would listen as the kid began to question him. Raising his eye brows ever so slightly at the implications of it. The kid had a set of brass ones on him. He was familiar with the capabilities of such a famous clan as the sand slingers he was a part of but he had trained his mind not to automatically be afraid of much. Cautious of it sure. Yet he was positive in his ability to overcome that obstacle if challenged. This wasn't exactly a challenge though so much as an inquiry. Just how much was he willing to reveal though to this kid in front of him? He would sigh and lean down to fetch another beer before not to gently tossing it at the kids chest. It was a little harsh to show he was mildly irritated with the questions but he would settle down into a cross legged position under the shade of his umbrella all the same. Tapping the spot across from him for the young man before taking a swill of his beer. The bloody sack was gone so at least the smell was too.

He would clear his throat before beginning. He would turn his right forearm over to reveal a set of numbers for but a moment before flipping it back away from view. His eyes studying the young man with his voice fairly cold. "Do you think this world a fair one? One can run the set the path but end up entirely different from the one next to him on the same path. I was a registered shinobi a decade ago. A freshly graduated genin. However my friends ran in a fairly innocent group the village considered a gang. A couple of genin in my class opted to hospitalize them for it. The village saw it as within reason. I did not. My reaction bought me a prison sentence and once released, I was an ex convict. Told it was illegal for me to use jutsu or have weapons. So I went to the slums and was lost for a while. Pushed around like the rest of them. Just another fallen shinobi. It wasn't until I had enough that I began to rise in power. What am I trying to do you ask? Hell if I know. If I had to guess though I want to force the slums to be as safe a place as the main village. To see it prosper if I have to make it happen by fighting the village itself."

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Myugan reacted much better than Roku had feared he would, meaning he didn't outright punish the younger boy for his prying questions. There was tension as the Jackal listened silently though, for obvious reasons, and the man retrieved a bottle from the box and forced Rokumaru to take it. As the redhead barely caught the ice-cold glass Ryu sat in the only shady spot for miles around and inviting him to join. Roku inspected the bottle in his hands, briefly rubbing a bruise on his frail torso from where he caught it, but quickly followed in his acquaintance's example and sat beneath the umbrella. The cap released a hiss as the teen unscrewed it and took a large sip, but nearly choked on the unexpected ethanol taste while he suppressed a few coughs. A grimace came onto Roku's face as his unaccustomed palate rejected the strong taste, but he wasn't going to waste something the Jackal gave him. His sips after that spent little time mingling with his tongue.

The Jackal somberly revealed a set of numbers inked into the skin of his forearm, fixing an intense look on Rokumaru. He confirmed Roku's suspicion that the man was a professional shinobi, but was caught in a situation involving his friends that resulted in his inprisonment and a ban on chakra use or owning weapons. Both were heavy blows to any young man; time on Sunagakure's prison had likely been a dangerous stretch, and with a ban on the use of jutsu or weapons Myugan was basically ineligible to continue his career as a Suna-nin.

The fact he was out in the wilderness making enormous stones was a blatant violation of his parole, but Rokumaru would act the same way if told he was never to use chakra again. Stuck with a criminal record it was no surprise that Myugan ended up in the less fortunate sections of Suna, or that he had become involved in the underworld plaguing their streets.

But the Jackal believed in restoring order to the chaos in the slums; unless his motives were being kept hidden, whatever the man was involved in wasn't in pursuit of monetary gain or subjugating his will onto others. He even implied that the village itself could be an obstacle in the path towards peace. That notion didn't make sense to Rokumaru at all, but it was one that he knew held actual merit in Ryu's eyes.

The red headed Sabaku reflected on the Jackal's words as he sipped his drink, unsure on what to do with the answers to his questions. He believed the village would see what he was doing as completely outside Myugan's jurisdiction and pursue further charges against the man, but Roku also believed that the end justifies the means.

He entertained the idea of the Jackal controlling the entirety of Suna's criminal element; who else could put an end to the Slum's misfortunes than the one who lorded over it? Any action taken against Ryu would only do damage to someone pursuing a better future for the village. Rokumaru decided his meddling in the older man's affairs would be the wrong choice to take.

"I admire your goal of making our home a safer place, Jackal. You may technically be a lawbreaker, but your work as a vigilante might be in the village's best interests. Even if those in charge, and myself, would like to deny it". The beer in his hands was getting easier to appreciate with every ounce consumed, now only slightly worse than a cup of week old coffee. There would be no more questions from Roku; someone like the Jackal valued their privacy and the boy had already learned more about his past than he assumed the man was comfortable with. "Consider me an ally, in the wide-reaching goal of restoring Suna to its full glory. If I can consider you an ally of mine as well."

Rokumaru couldn't afford to get involved with what Ryu Myugan was doing, but he could turn a blind eye to his actions and vouch for his integrity when it was all brought to light.

"If not, I hope we can continue being acquaintances. There is much I'd like to learn from you Myugan."

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Ryu would listen to the wind for a moment. How it rose and fell over the dunes. His eyes that were revealed now looking over the sands as it seemed to pick up like a blanket of dust and run along with the wind. Old friends moving together in tandem. It was almost peaceful out there even as the wind rustled his own hair a little. All the same the breeze felt nice on a hot day. Beyond the hills and rock walls he knew a whole world was laid out and waiting for adventurers to discover it anew each time. However what was behind him held his heart. A kingdom with too many thrones. None of which were his yet and only one of which the majority of the village knew of. He felt fate moving with his own ambition as he considered the four unknown thrones in the western slums. If he could conquer them than there would be the throne the Kage sat in and then the throne he sat in. He was born of the slums and destined for the slums. His heritage began there and though it was scattered now the Myugan clan had enough claim to being a part of Suna that it was worth saving.

"If I had a heart I would see it. If I had a voice I would sing of it. A mind I would dream of it and a soul would long for it. A freedom all mankind wishes for. The heartless stealing it for themselves, The quiet muzzling the loud so theirs is the only voice heard. The ignorant blinding the wise so they might be the only ones to see the path to be chosen and the soulless feeding on those beneath them. Chained to a false freedom. That is our society currently."

It was just mumble he would speak but it could be heard in response to the young mans admittance that Ryu's goals were honorable and in the best interest of the village. He had wondered that at times himself. Was his own ambition driving him ahead of his ability? Had he fallen to his own power yet as even good men did and become corrupt? The thing was he had never considered himself a good man. Not even a decent one. He was a bad man that moved only in ways that benefited him in some way. Still the mention of becoming allies would draw a glance from Ryu to the boy as Ryu studied him. Wondering what was going on in that mind. This was the second time they just happened upon each other. Was Rokumaru watching him for someone? Perhaps seeing an opportunity to stay close to him and grow at the same time. He always wondered about people because suspecting them had managed to keep him alive thus far. He could of sworn he held the devil calling behind the kids words as they almost rang empty to him. People from the village had to much to risk and not enough to gain. Still he would reply as both his purple and blue eyes looked into Rokumaru's own.

"Ally is too strong a word. You wanna roll with me thats fine. Come chill at my bar in three days and we will see if there is somethin you can learn. A hounds heaven is the place your looking for in the slums. However I want you to know something kiddo. This thing I am doing? It will lead to a battle eventually. If the village all steps to the side when it happens I will face it alone, just don't expect any home loyalty from me in return."

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His hands were busy scratching and peeling the label from the empty bottle as Roku listened raptly to the Jackal. The boy's size did him no favors as his body  processed the alcohol, his head buzzing with warmth and his sore muscles momentarily forgotten, but the words spoken by the odd-eyed man did not match the otherwise pleasurable moment. Without an eyepatch Myugan was intimidating; his previously hidden violet eye pierced into Roku's as the boy looked back. The redhead absently wondered if it was taken from someone else's skull.

Cynical, was how Roku would describe the Jackal as the older man spoke. Anarchist followed quickly after. When Ryu spoke of persons leading society in the wrong path, stealing away the world's fortune for themselves and reducing the common people to second-class citizens, who was he referencing exactly? Rokumaru was certain the man was a rising figure in Suna's underworld, certain the Jackal was claiming territory of his own and wrestling control from local criminals, but the redhead assumed the man resented the village for his inprisonment. They could agree the slums were in need of serious change, even if they differed on what that change was, but how far did Myugan's ambition reach? Which domino did he plan to knock over next?

The man was right, ally is too strong of a word. Roku felt his face flush as his presumption, knowing someone like this would watch strangers carefully. They were strangers after all; one close brush with death wouldn't make them instant friends. The man had saved him using a jutsu, expressly forbidden by the village in exchange for his prison release. A prison term that sounded unfair from Ryu's retelling, but who didn't have their biases? Whatever sort of gang the Jackal's friends had been in was obviously enough to require a response from someone in power, but there was no way for Roku to know the specifics.

Despite his rejection of Rokumaru's offer, the Jackal extended the boy an opportunity to meet again. Arrive in three days at an establishment the Jackal owned, 'A Hound's Heaven'. If this place was located in the slums then it wasn't Roku's sort of heaven. What did that make him? A boy, he knew the Jackal saw him as, a naive young man seething with idealism and empty of real world experience. Roku hated to admit that's how he felt in the Jackal's world. There was no question if he would accept Myugan's own offer, only the disregard of all sense telling him to never associate with the man again.

Myugan also made it very clear that if Rokumaru stood in the way of his goals, there would be no preferential treatment. Now the redhead began to feel his spirits, his mood amplified by the alcohol running through his bloodstream. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Roku muttered in a low voice. He sat silently as he looked into the Jackal's mismatched eyes, a moment passing in discomfort before the Chuunin seemed to remember the situation.

Rolling the plastic label up and slipping it into his bottle, Roku let it drop into the sand behind him close to the burlap sack. He climbed off the boulder himself and stood before it, before turning back to the seated man. "I appreciate your offer and accept, Jackal. In three days you will find an uncomfortable teen with a gourd in your place of business." Rokumaru bent over to open the sack before tossing his bottle inside, the glass nestled snugly amidst the various pieces of meat. He stood up, sack in hand, and spoke again in a quieter voice. "I am fortunate you are a patient man. There is much I would like to learn from you."

Looking toward the sky hanging low in the sky, having forgot which direction Suna was after draining that beer quickly, Roku decided hanging around further wouldn't be ideal. "I've taken enough of your time, and enough of your drinks. Enjoy your day, Ryu." It was a weak goodbye, but better than the alternatives.

There was friction between the two of them, Roku admitted as he dragged the sack away from the lonely boulder his acquaintance sat upon. While he had gotten an invitation to meet with the man again, Roku was certain the Jackal was now wary of him. The man made it clear he would not compromise on his dreams, or those who could place those dreams in danger. The Chuunin could not deny the possibility of conflict between them, either. His free hand rose to meet the metal headband loose around his neck, his fingers trailing prints along the polished steel as they traced the hourglass shape etched into it.

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Ryu would glance as the boy muttered something unintelligible. It sounded to something to the likes of hope about coming to something or another. Still the kid would hop off the boulder and collect his things before looking back up to Ryu. He seemed cheerful enough. If anything Ryu certainly liked him. He was interesting to say the least and smart. Assuming the village didn't misstep and cost the kid his life he was gonna get places. Ryu supposed he didn't mind helping him get there. Though a part of him wondered if he was just helping the guy that would eventually defeat him. It was all a mess but he would deal with that when the time came. Regardless of those feelings though Ryu wondered if he wanted that in the end? Did he want to free the slums and just give it up to a hero? He wasn't certain.

Still the kid spoke of coming by in three days to the invite and Ryu nodded. Watching the kid finish his beer and trudge off back about his business. He watched the young man until he faded over the horizon and took a breath before letting his head fall back. What was it that brought a hero to be like that kid and a revolutionist like him together? Did they some how understand each other? One might consider them destined to be enemies if nothing else intervened. His hand rose to touch under his purple eye. If he was going to bring about a revolution though he needed power. That sharingan taunted his dreams and he supposed it was time to do something about it. He knew his heart and even the power of the Uchiha blood line wouldn't corrupt it. He just needed to keep gaining power to make his goals a reality. So he moved back to his knee's. Calmly practicing his jutsu once more along with his chakra control. Wielding lightning and stone at once.

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3006 towards Senjutsu C rank