Felix didn't even try to stop the small, trouble frown that tugged his lips downwards. Everything was in flames. It was rather dramatic, honestly. Maybe, like a few other of Kirigakure's patrons, he would be on the ground screaming and crying too... But the sight was beautiful. The black fire burning everything to nothing... Felix wasn't sadistic nor twisted, but it was a gorgeous sight. Not only that, but his family had survived. They had made it out in time. Hell, he could see the complex of houses where he was a resident from here, burning. Magnificent... Tragic, but magnificent. Felix shook his head. It was sad. He was upset. It was no time to admire the aesthetics of the substance that was killing his home village.

So... What now? What did he do now? He knew he family had made it, but they were now separated. He didn't know where his cousin, Miso, was... He didn't know where anyone was, really. He was on a hill scorched by the heat of the flames a few hundred meters outside of Kiri. Suddenly he was crushed by a sense of helplessness, which was honestly new to him. He never lacked direction, even if it was misguided. Where was he supposed to go now, though? Think realistic, Felix, examine the situation; he chided himself. There were quite a few other main villages and lands in the ninja world. He could go anywhere. He was a trained genin, the headband on his head signifying this. Where was anywhere... though?

Konohagakure. The Land of Fire. The Village hidden in the Leaves. That was where the Hokage was, correct? Hikou Misora, the previous Mizukage, had good relations with him... Did that last? Would he welcome refugees? Felix sighed lightly, shaking the frown off his face and replacing it by a thin, determined grin. He had direction again, at least. Even if he was turned away, anywhere was better than... This.

Now only if he didn't have to go it alone. ... It was too bad, honestly, considering the distinct lack of any other living being in Kirigakure at the moment. Welp, that just meant he'd have to start now, before he could think of anything else to worry about. Checking to make sure his newly acquired weapon, a blade in the odd shape of a giant key, was strapped on his back thanks to his invisible sheathe technique...

He ran. He ran far, fast, and hard. He followed any path that was green, any area that was leafy, any field that was grassy. He had absolutely no idea the way the village actually was, so he was trying his best to make sure. Anyways, what did it matter? With these settings, it's not like he could end up anywhere BUT Konoha, or at least the Land of Fire in general. As long as he...

And the trees stopped.
The plains got wider.
It had been a few hours, and he was breathing heavily. His heart was in pain. His body ached. His legs were like jelly. He'd taken as few breaks as possible; just enough to keep him from going into an exhaustion coma.

There was a gate in the distance! Okay, there were no trees, really, that was odd. But hell, so? He'd never been to Konoha before. Who was he to judge? It wasn't like this was Kumo or Suna or Iwa... Too grassy.

He gathered his strength, gave himself a mental pep talk, and trudged closer to the village he had spent all of his energy getting to. This was glorious... It was so nice, the air was. Clean. Fresh. He was getting reinvigorated just being here...

WELCOME TO KUSAGAKURE

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Well, fuck.