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Nuke-nin didn’t get graves. Nousagi had had to keep reminding himself that over the years since his brother’s death, but that didn’t keep himself and his sister from giving Usagi a discreet grave of his own when they couldn’t handle the thought of not having one for their brother. Unofficial. A secret just between the three of them. It was torture for Nousagi that their brother wouldn’t get a grave in the clan plot of the cemetary, but the grave of a traitor was never a lavish affair and Nousagi understood that.

The grave Nousagi and Rini had created for their older brother was incredibly simple. A stone that they had carved his name into with their kunai and one of their brothers bone daggers next to it stabbed into the ground in front of a great tree in the forest, far enough from the edge of the trees that it wouldn’t be discovered by others. It was actually something of a monument to him. Letting him know that they still remembered him, still loved him, and still believed in what they had been taught. Still, it was a grave, and it was enough that they had given him one.

Really, the whole area of wood was filled with makeshift graves that only ones like Nousagi and his sister could see. Bones, weapons. All were signs that there had once been lives there, and each one he passed by, Nousagi gave a nod of respect. Makeshift gravestone after gravestone lined the cemetery, whether created by a loved one or simply a remnant from a shinobi who had abandoned their village.  

But, that certainly didn’t make the area gloomy in the slightest for the individual walking through it. The day was bright, the sun shining outside of the dense misty wood, giving the area an almost sparkling quality, and the air  was warm against the pale skin of the shinobi who practically floated over the ground as he walked dance-like through the forest holding a rabbit in his arms as he moved to a specific grave stone. He smiled as he saw the stone before perching on the ground in front of it, the rabbit held to his chest before he let it go and it hopped towards the familiar bone. “Hello, Usagi. I brought your rabbit to see you today. He misses you, just like Rini and I. We found him you know, when they brought us back. We went back out to our camp secretly and found them and brought them back with us."

When he finished speaking, the rabbit thumped it’s foot on the ground and shook it's head, floppy ears flying though the air. Nousagi managed a smile as moving to sit against the tree next to his brother’s makeshift grave as he watched the rabbit hop around. Nousagi savored the time that he had there away from his hellish twin brothers, though he did wish Rini could have come with him. He closed his eyes, knowing the rabbit wasn’t going to run away and began to meditate.

WC: 524
Strength: E-0 -> E-3
Left over WC: 74

Aimless wandering had been leading him around the village for the past few days, as if trying to search for the answer to an unnamed question. Mayhaps it was just a simple scouting endeavour when he decided to take the task, but truly he barely knew the purpose of why he would accept such a task. Yuudai knew he could – would – be required elsewhere, but he couldn’t convince himself to attend to more formal duties, thus he had accepted the simple task of scouting along the outskirts of the village of Kirigakure no Sato. As precaution, though likely unnecessary, yet necessary to all shinobi, Yuudai carried all three of his weapons in their usual place. Two sheathed weapons brushed against his right leg as the two katanas were brushing against one another. On the other side was one of the Seven Swords of the Mist, Serpent’s Tongue which was place in a sheathe for its gladius form.

It was more of a brisk walk for him than anything else with the speed he was travelling at. Barely had he left the village gates before the rush of free air came directly to him. The village at times could feel confining. It always felt as if he had to lead by an example, even if he was not the Mizukage; he had some pull within the village to force him to take on a more formal persona. The village gates always brought that sense of another world, reminding him of his time when he went outside of the village, visiting Kumogakure no Sato for a short period of time. That time had been interesting, but it truly did offer him something that came with being away from home. But in the end, home was home. There was nothing that could change that, nor would he wish to change it to anything else. Any other time Yuudai would have chosen a place more reasonable to him, perhaps the Forgotten Well, but this was the only location that no one had went ahead to scout, making him take it without thinking much on it than to waste time.

His footsteps were quiet as he began to enter the beginnings of the Nuke-nin graveyard. There wasn’t much here in terms of objects of value – save for those individuals who had family (family that would be resent for going rogue) – yet it was littered with various debris, stones, and bones occupying the vastness of the grass below him. His steps began to slow down watching the ground below him while continually looking ahead as not to miss anything that stuck out. There wasn’t much out here for Yuudai personally, there never would be as far as he knew to the current date, so there wasn’t much of a point ever coming here before. The purple-haired nin had heard of this particular graveyard and had seen it from afar, though he never stepped within its boundaries from his collection of memories. It would be a first for him, though he’d have much preferred it being never. All he had to do was see if there would be anyone here, anyone who could pose a threat, and then he would be out of here.

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Aya found herself walking through the nukenin graveyard, looking around her she could sight the signs of long forgotten traitors who had attempted to escape scattered around her, from arrows notched into trees and kunai probing from the ground to old bleached bones sticking out of the long since hardened mud. Aya strode past these signs with a silent swiftness, the breeze from her cloak whipping at the scattered ever-winter leaves which dotted the landscape in a myriad of copper sunset colours. Aya brushed her fingers over the trees in silent respect for the lost... there had been very few traitors from kiri in recent years, so few now that it was actuaally a surprising occurence when it happened these days. Recently she had approved of Straife's desire to leave the city, though, not that the Sannin had actually asked, but he had returned Raikiri. A gesture which spoke much, but everyone has their paths which they have to follow.

Walking through the forest, it was not long until she came across a site which was not once uncommon, but now, with the decline of the rogue ninja in the land of the mist, it had become all the less prevalent. A forbidden memorial to a fallen ninja, possibly erected by the family no-where near the site of death, in memory of a beloved son who, for one reason or another could not handle being in this city any longer. Though sadly, ninja, are privy to information which is crucial for the country. Entrances, knowledge of inner workings and guard positions which was a danger to other countries, and a risk which most countries could not handle taking... and especially not Kirigakure.

Though this time, there seemed to be a rabbit hanging around the area, and as Aya came into sight of the memorial there was a person sitting there as well. The person seemed to be in some sort of meditation or rest, but they seemed to be connected to the grave in some way shape or form. Approaching them without a sound. Aya jumped, leaving nothing but a swirling of leaves as she perched upon a tree branch, using the supernatural walking practice to swing down to be hanging upside down like a bat on the high branch. Her arms folded and altogether looking rather normal up there watching the Genin.

"You know, you're not technically supposed to be here." Aya spoke, always liking to make an entrance. The voice of the distinguished Mizukage speaking aloud, without hostility and without anger or aggression within the scope of her articulation.

"Maybe you would like to tell me the story?" She finished artfully, waiting for an explanation to her presence, more so the specifics of the event. It was not often that messages about missing ninja crossed her desk, but they were often enough to not be able to distinguish who the victim was, and the attachment of the young Kaguya who seemed to be present at the grave site. Aya remembered back to the death of her father, and how she had not understood why he had died at the hands of the Mizukage and Seven Bells. Though, with that being said, she had understood it now, and with that knowledge, she had grown and come to terms with the nature of morality and victory. As well as what it truly meant to be a hero...

The sun was was rising as it was awakening from its deep slumber. It's rays kissing the cold surface of the earth. It's light penetrating the darkness as it revealed wild life, plants and water. A tall dark figure stood there in the vast forest, the air was still cold and sounds of the birds telling everyone that it was morning traveled across the forest. The tall figure was now revealed by the touch of the sun light. Showing a man who has very long, blue hair that is kept in a ponytail. Glowing amber eyes capable of striking fear with just one glance. He wore a black under clothing that is skin tight, covering both his legs and arms. Followed by dark red fitted pants and a open V neck shirt colored in brown and white at the shoulders. A long sword trail behind him as it was placed on his back. On his feet he wears the basic black shinobi sandals with an open front. The Hozuki clan symbol found stitched on the back on his shirt.

Kyofu woke up early today with a only one things in mind and that was to finish reading this new book called End Game. End Game was a new book released by Kyofu's favorite author. It was just about to reach 6 am in Kirigakure and the boy was outside the village standing in the middle of the forest. A couple yawns creeped up on him as he covered his mouth with his right hand. Kyofu wasn't the type to be up so early, in fact the only reason why he is up at this time is because of the loud barking his neighbors dog was making in the middle of the night. Thus making the blue haired boy stay up all night."Damn that dog. One day he might go missing out of the blue..." He said to himself. Kyofu had decided that since he wasn't unable to sleep he would go out for some light reading by his usual spot. There he could read in peace in solitude and even possibly fall asleep. His so called "usual" spot was quiet unusual in a sense. Lets just say normal people wouldn't think of coming to a spot like his to go and read that's for sure.

The Hozuki product began to walk taking a path that lead to a filled with dubris a weapons found scattered all over the place. As he walked deeper and deeper into the mist he began to bow his head. He was standing in the middle of a graveyard, a nukenin graveyard. A graveyard that doesn't get much visits from anyone really. Everyone placed here are branded as traitors  and are thus quickly forgotten. The boy bowed his head in order to show respect to the fallen. Whether they were heroes or traitors really doesn't matter, the dead should be respected is how Kyofu sees it. The wind began to pick up once more as it carried his long hair with it. The went over to a nearby tree and sat up against it. He slowly reached inside his pocket pulling out a brown colored book with the tittle revealing "End Game"."Here we go, chapter 1...." He whispered. Once he starts reading its hard for him to take his eyes off the contents written within the book. He sat there by the large tree reading by himself for about 2 hours before eventually falling asleep. His upper face was now masked by the opened book as his face aimed upwards to the sky. His arms laid there on his stomach and his feet spread out. "What a carefree guy" some would say by seeing this side of him.

WC:636
{Sorry shitty post, firefox kept shutting off :( had to rewrite this like 3 times :(}

Meditation had always been something that came easy to Nousagi, calming and quiet with his eyes closed he would focus on the sounds that his own body made in connection with the worlds noises as well. It was something in his life that he cherished when he had the time to do it and his younger twin brothers weren’t pestering him to get him to train them. He could hear his heart beat mingled with the noises that his brother’s rabbit was making, hoping around to the… left side of him? He could also hear other faint noises caused by what he had initially assumed to be other animals, but the sudden voice broke his meditation, pulling him out of it and causing him to focus on the one point though he didn’t open his eyes. He hadn’t heard another person approach. People were usually louder than that, which meant that this was another shinobi.

The fact that the other seemed to be addressing him in particular, Nousagi startled, jumping a little, though he kept his eyes closed and remained still. He didn’t recognize the voice so maybe the person would just carry on their way and leave him to his own business. He wasn’t a threat. “Technically or not, no one really comes here, why would you care about a teenager just sitting in the wood minding his own buis-…” Nousagi finally opened his eyes, narrowing them at first then letting them go wide as he looked up at the woman dangling from the tree, his lips parting in utter shock as the last part of the word fell from his lips. “…-ness… o-oh…”

The woman dangling from the tree was certainly not one that he had been expecting to see there in front of him. Why would the Mizukage herself be there? He’d never even seen the woman in person before. She was the Mizukage of all people. The Mizukage. And he’d just been incredibly rude to her. What had he just done? He may be conflicted about his feelings, but he was still loyal to the village, and would never be rude to the woman intentionally. Nousagi scrambled to his feet, bowing his head, looking down at his feet in apology. “Lady Mizukage! I-I’m sorry, that was terribly rude of me. I didn’t realize who you were.” He stammered, shock getting the better of his ability to form words.

“The story…” Nousagi started once he had steadied himself a bit, groaning internally.  What was his sister going to say when she found out that he had been caught next to their brother’s grave that they had created? He was so dead. Hunching his shoulders he dared to glance up at the Mizukage again, his brow creasing considerably and he changed what he was going to say right before the words fell from his lips, preferring not to tell the story. “It’s one that happened almost four years ago. It’s in the past, forgotten… mostly. Do you really want to know? I’m not a traitor, Mizukage, I just came out here to pay my respects and meditate… This place has sort of become an area to get away from everything and just think.” He explained, hoping that it would be an acceptable explanation and hoped that the Mizukage wouldn’t be one to force him to get rid of the makeshift grave he and Rini had made for Usagi.

WC: 587 [+74 from previous post]
Strength: E-3 -> D
Reaction time: E-0 -> E-2
Endurance: E-0 -> E-1
WC Left over: 61

His steps continued in the same pace, his swords brushing lightly against his leg alerting him of their presence where ever he went. A slight breeze picked up, causing his hair to blow with it, towards his left side. Ignoring the slight tussling of hair, the air carried something along with it. Almost unidentifiable, yet distinguishable against the other noises procured by the surrounding area. Nature’s sounds come and went within his ears, though that wasn’t what he was trying to find at this moment. Something was off, it was somewhat easy to identify. Identifying it took a matter of uncalculatable seconds, as per the brain’s processing capabilities, Yuudai knew people were here. It wasn’t that difficult to pick out the human voices amongst nature’s call, thus he knew someone was here, making his scouting assignment of a bit more value than it originally held. He was unable to identify whom the voices belonged to, but his obligations dictated for him to attend to the matter at hand, possibly eliminating the person if there was a threat, though there was the chance they were allies to the village. His steps paused as he located the direction he needed to go towards, and without a second thought, he jumped up in to the treeline and headed southward. The voices couldn’t be that far off, but his senses were keen and even the slightest noise in this area would alert anyone, thus he cautiously made his way towards the voices he had heard just mere moments ago.

His eyes remained alert for anything else that could be in the area, but for now his attention was to identify whom the voices belonged to. As the distance between himself and the sounds of other humans began to gradually close, one sounded particularly familiar, a female voice, but the answer wasn’t coming to mind. Besides, he’d know who was speaking when he was within the area they occupied. Flashes of colour slowly passed by him as he casually hopped from tree to tree, his landing silent amongst the branches before he pressed off again. Attempting to keep his presence as quiet as possible, Yuudai could possibly be faced against two people or none at all, depending on whom was in this graveyard with himself. Every tree that he passed, the more he could see of the area. Stones were laid about, a custom of any graveyard, though not as refined nor polished as graves of those whom were honoured amongst the village. His eyes had a knowing gleam when he saw one of the two figures in the space before him, the Mizukage of the Village Hidden by Mist, a person he was familiar with in a formal manner, considering the position of power of the leader of the village. His presence wouldn’t really be required in this place if the Mizukage herself had decided to come here, making it seem like a waste of time for him to be here.

However, considering he had taken the task and was already here, he decided he would stay within the area for some time longer. From the tree branch he had chosen to stop his movement, he could make out the figures of the Mizukage and the boy before her, and they would be able to see him if they just glanced towards his directions, a bit farther up than eyelevel. Nor did he particularly hide his presence at the moment, so a mere search of chakra would distinguish him amongst the trees. Call it eavesdropping, but he had taken a task and he would see it to the end.

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Aya from her perch after being sighted, turned and kicked off the branch she was dangling from, turning her body and beginning to spin in fre-fall as she plummeted to the earth, the center of her mass rotating ans she came down in a cork screw spin before landing with a very slight bend in her knees, the spin force of her dismount and landing caused the fragile ever winter leaves around her to flourish as she looked at the boy. Smiling at how he had reacted and holding a hand out to stop his apologies, she liked that people payed her respect and apologized for their rudeness, and she would never want them to stop, but Aya was a modest woman, so she would always say that they had no need to apologize, and that she understood why they acted the way they did. Solstice was the Mizukage, but she liked to get her hands dirty with the same duties which everyone else got into once and a while. Aya' standing upright, had long sapphire hair which dangled down to her waist behind her, soft as silk with one eye. The other which was covered by a leather eye-patch in the mean time.

Her long black cloak was rimmed with blue wave patterns with MIZUKAGE written in kanji down her back, other than that the mask of the Mizukage was hitched at her waist as well as the hilts of two swords, one far more legendary than the other. Her hands, covered in the golden gloves of her family, the gold and platinum symbols running over her hands as the marks of her sage mode dressed her body like light tattoos. Her eyes trained on the boy, and trained on the site, she tried to remember back four years ago, was there a Kaguya who had tried to defect at that point in time... It was a busy time, after Sero had died, but there was one... she remembered a face, though not the reason he left or the circumstances surrounding his death.

"Usagi... " She muttered under her breath. His brother was Usagi Kaguya... It had been so long, but Aya had a good memory for the weight of her duty, it was days like the murder of younger ninja which weighed the heaviest on her soul.

"Sorry about your loss, even if it was some time ago, however, you should really not be out here in the graveyard, grave robbers and other people of the sort are known to come through here and pick this place clean be the people they rob living or dead, especially after large battles... They're dangerous people, and is one of the reason's I've been out here so often recently, but i can't seem to find their hideout..." Aya thought on this for some moments, looking over the horizon and spotting Yuudai perched in a tree, calling out to him and waving him over she thought not would be a better time than ever to perhaps introduce this Genin to a mentor of sorts.

"Yo yuudai, come down! There's someone I want you to meet~"

The blue haired boy was physically in the real world but his mind wasn't. His tall framed body laid there against a large tree and it didn't budge. He was stuck in slumber, far away for the real world. A dream was where he truly was. At this point and time the 3 other shinobi who had entered the graveyard separately one after the other were no yet there at the time. "Uhmmm no, honestly I just wanted candy." He muttered. "I'm sure she didn't mean to spilled her hot tea all over you sir. Please do calm down, I'll pay.." He muttered again before going back into silence. Kyofu was talking in his sleep which is very rare in his case. This was a clear indication that he didn't get enough sleep from last night. "Mom stop I'm only 19, I have tons of time before thinking of marriage. Nooo! With the last word the he had uttered a fly had entered his opened mouth. "Urrgghhh Uurghhh!" The book that had been masking his face was launched off his face as he quickly sat up. He chocked and spat out the now wet fly on tot he ground before him. His sharp amber eyes widened as he held his neck with his right hand. "The hell? When did I fall asleep.." He said as he scratched the back of his head while looking at the dead fly that had entered his saliva filled mouth. Nonchalantly, stood and and began to stretch out of bed as he had been asleep for quiet sometime now. Once he was finished he picked up his Oidachi and placed it in it's holster attached to his back and then proceeded by picking up his new book "End Game". He opened up the book to find where he had left off before dozing off. "Ah yes, page 34."

Right as he was about to take his first step he heard a  faint voice coming from one of the graves. Without hesitation Kyofu concealed himself behind the large tree. He needed observe this unknown person first since he didn't know yet if it was a rogue etc. He scanned the area to see if there was anyone else that came a long with him. So far so good, the area was clear. From what he could see a boy around his age was speaking to one of the graves. He had probably lost a loved one and has come to pay his respects. The Hozuki clan member closed his eyes as he was about to step out of the trees shadows. Right afterwards another person was added to the group. It was a female and she looked a bit older. She jumped off a jumped of a branch spinning right before doing a proper landing on the surface of the earth beneath her. Kyofu squinted his eyes trying to put a name to the females face or body. She looked familiar but he just couldn't remember if he knew of her or not. Soon after her voice was carried by the soft touch of wind. She had been calling over to a third person. "So who started a party without me?" He jokingly whispered to himself. Still hiding behind the large tree with his "end Game" book in hand. To be honest he still didn't know why he was hiding anyway, he wasn't scared or anything. Their current locations were about 13 meters away from each other. For now the boy would continue to watch for now before making any further moves. The vibe he got off of them so far wasn't anything menacing or evil so hopefully things would go well.

~WC:650~

[ Sorry for the wait! I was at a con this weekend, hurt my leg, and then some other things kept calling my attention every time I sat down to reply. I'll reply within a day from now on hopefully. ]

Usagi.

Nousagi blinked as he looked at the powerful woman in front of him who had just uttered the name of his brother of all people. The name of his deceased brother was almost deafening coming from Ayakashi's lips. The name of a traitor that not many remembered anymore, or at least didn't bother to speak about, preferring to go with the typical 'out of sight, out of mind' way of doing things now was uttered by most likely the most powerful person to currently walk the usually misty streets of Kirigakure. It was a shock. Of all the people, the Mizukage remembered him?

The Jounin who had been so close to becoming an ANBU before suddenly abandoning the village, taking two of his younger siblings with him without so much as a word? Even Nousagi didn't know the reasoning behind what had happened, not really. His brother hadn't been the most open person in the world even when they had lived together outside of Kirigakure for two years. It was a little bit hard to believe that she had, yet also logical that she had known at least who he was, even... possibly signed the order for his death all those years ago when he had been killed in front of Rini and himself by the masked ANBU who were sent after those who were deemed traitors for the sake of the village secrets. She was the Mizukage after all, and dealing with the shinobi of Kirigakure, particularly the higher ranking ones was something that she commonly did.

Nousagi took a deep breath and blinked his grey-blue eyes, letting the Mizukage's words wash over him, and a small smile somehow managed to form on his thin lips. It was a little bit gratifying to have the woman give him condolences for his loss, and yet, there was still the turmoil inside of him that didn't want to listen to her. His brother had been offed because he had been seen as evil, but good and evil? What decided that? Who had the right? He pursed his lips and his brow creased considerably as he looked at the blue haired woman before beginning to speak again, his eyes almost searching as he looked at her.

“I don't really know what to say.” The Kaguya teenager paused for a moment as he spoke, eyes following Ayakashi's gaze before continuing. "I must admit, I am surprised that you remember my brother. Though, I suppose it's not that strange, considering the rank he was at the time." He stated after a moment. "But, thank you for your kind words. He was a good brother for what it's worth..." He mumbled, "I've actually been coming here for quite a while when I have the chance to. I'm careful... I'm not scared of the grave robbers. Most people, when I do see people usually just pass me by." He gave a momentary dark chuckle and frowned. They usually thought he was just some suicide case or something and thus not very interesting to do anything with.

He glanced at the rabbit that soon hopped back towards him as the Mizukage called another shinobi over to them. God, the Nuke-nin Graveyard was popular wasn't it? And he hadn't heard this one approaching either, so that meant he was also high ranked. Nousagi really did need to put more of an effort into training didn't he. He felt lazy suddenly, and he never liked that feeling. He put pride into training and his abilities and shinobi and hated lazy people. He pursed his lips and reached out to grab his brother's rabbit, pulling it back into his arms so that it could feel safe. Rabbits were one of the few animals that he actually liked, and it was his name-sake after all, just like Rini and Usagi. Stroked it's fur and turned his head for a moment thinking that he'd heard a yell, though... it could have just been something else so he brushed it off and focused on the two he had to deal with.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, propped up on his feet, Yuudai waited until he was noticed by either one of the two individuals on the ground ahead of him. Serpent’s Tongue, clanked lightly against the tree once he pressed himself against the tree. It wasn’t often that he came across the Mizukage, the times he had met her; he could count easily on his fingers ever since she was in that position. This would just be another tally on the counter, though he cared not. He had his own things to do, consuming most of his time leaving him very little time to spend with others, his direct family included. Allowing his right foot to shift on the branch; unable to truly sit still at the moment, Yuudai continued his wall high above ground level, not bothering to step down from his post until it was required of him. Quite frankly, leaving upon discovering the Mizukage was in the area, talking with a second individual would’ve been the better choice than sticking around in the area for a prolonged period of time. Aside from coming here for a task, he truly did not like this area at all, for reason beyond it being a nuke-nin graveyard.
 
While he could hear bits and pieces of the conversation between the two, Yuudai did not care much to listen in on it unless something struck a chord. So far, nothing. Closing his eyes to enjoy the darkness that came from the lack of light entering his vision, Yuudai was slightly curious as to the purpose these other people were here, yet he wouldn’t actively seek out the answer to a meagre question that was his own. The voices drifted through each ear, trying to identify a sole word that could call for his attention, the rest would not even be processed at all. Seconds ticked by, his eyes remaining closed yet still taking in his surroundings at the same time, before something caught his apparent attention. Ayakashi was calling him down; just the mention of his name had alerted him her call for him. Opening his eyes once again to look below, he noticed her waving gesture, he couldn’t turn back now. Well he could, but that would be pointless right now. Letting out a huff of air, Yuudai pushed himself off the trunk of the tree, balanced on the branch with both feet. Taking his right foot forward and tilting his body away from the branch, Yuudai allowed the momentum to carry him down to the ground, easily positioning himself to land on his feet with no need to brace himself for the fall.
 
Taking his downcast eyes, he glanced over the Water Shadow before his view settled on the boy that was the second half of the conversation that was carried out earlier. A shinobi of Kirigakure no Sato, that much he could tell, but the rest he was at a loss for. What would this boy possess that had Ayakashi wanting to introduce him to the boy? “Who is this that you want me to meet?” His gloved hands slightly twitched, though quickly settled back to his side, waiting for either his question to be answered or for the introductions to be over. Whichever way, both of these questions would be remedied sooner or later.

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Aya listened to Nousagi's words, though they did not fall on deaf ears, he closed his eyes in remembrance, the issue with high ranking ninja abandoning the village was unfortunately, the contained highly valuable information about the city, having patrolled it and protected it for however long they had been within the ranks of Jounin. Rogue ANBU corps members were even more dangerous should they be able to be left unchecked. Information was valuable, and people would pay for it without a second thought, and people who were unstable enough to up and leave their home leaving their loyalties behind could not be trusted with secrets which put the lives of thousands at risk. With the weight of the village on her shoulders, and with the heaviest of hearts, Aya had signed the death warrant on the rogue Jonin, adding his name to the bingo book for reward all those years ago. But through listening to him be thankful for her condolences and sorrowful words, she noticed Yuudai, one of her more distant family members had actually come to join them.

From what she had met of Yuudai, he was a little more distant than the first cousin relations which her and Straife shared, but from what she had seen he was a quiet, stone faced ninja. One who was loyal to a fault, and who had proved himself as not only a capable ninja, enough to earn a position as one of her three Sanin... her only remaining one. But also potent enough to ascend to the ranks as one of the villages seven deadliest swordsman. Wielder of Serpents Tongue, a fluid  whip like blade that even Aya, with her swords was envious of his possession. The blade was beautiful to behold and powerful to receive, swift, agile, and lethal against those who opposed it. Aya smiled a little as she saw it at his side. She remembered the day she gave it to him, though, it could have been a little more ceremonial, however, their whole country at the time was kind of under attack from a deranged, puppet wielding psychopath.

Her eyes trained on Yuudai, and exchanged between the two subjects of her speech as she opened her mouth again.

"This, is Kaguza Nousagi, Brother of Kaguza Usagi, he's a Genin ninja in training and one which has been noted to have some promise. He specializes in Taijutsu and Ninjutsu, so in many ways I think he would compliment you Yuudai, however, it seems he has been coming out here recently, and as much as he may be, being left alone for the mean time, a single Genin ninja out in the nukenin graveyard, with robbers and even remnants of Seven bells' army out here in the wastes. If a genin is going to come out here to an unmarked grave, the genin is going to need a wise tutor who specializes in similar forms and practice-... ... ... "

Solstice stopped, looking out around the area... something was wrong, she could hear the movement in the area around them. Looking to each of them she motioned silence, before stealthily drawing changeling, and releasing its bowstring. Activating the power of her mask, she swept the area. To then suddenly knock an arrow, turn and fire for the direction of the tree Kyofu sat in. The arrow would hit the bark directly beside the head of the Hozuki. Her hands a blur of motion, another arrow was already, as if instantly within her hands and pulled back on her bow. Aimed at the second ninja who had been spying on the three of them, a feat which although enacted poorly, due to his whisper being carried across the wind to Ayakashi's keen ears. It was something that roused more than just a little suspicion.

"Who's there? Show yourself and tell us who you are... and maybe, you'll be able to walk out of here. "

She spoke harshly, but it was a serious thing. Yuudai nor Nousagi seemed to have noticed him, although Aya had managed to, and eavesdropping was a rather rude offence to commit, especially in an area Genin are not exactly permissive to often go to. Though, for once, in the wake of these events, it did not seem like a crime to mourn those you had lost, looking to the Genin, Aya offered him to come to her office if ever he needed anything, Seeing the person she had warned as but another Genin, it did not matter so much, there was not danger if they were here together... And so Aya waved a hearty goodbye, with a forced smile, following Yuudai.

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After having listened to the explanation from Ayakashi on the minor details of this Kaguya Nousagi, Yuudai’s eyes went directly to the person of talk. Taking in to account the details provided by the Mizukage, Yuudai didn’t notice much out of the ordinary, especially when the Mizukage had spoken highly of the individual. Perhaps there was more to it, more than the human eye could see on its own. When the subject about the possibility of the only Aisu Sannin of Kirigakure no Sato, at the current time, could potentially teach the Kaguya genin, it intrigued him a bit, but thinking much on it, his past teaching experiences weren’t notable, only really having two students that ever truly succeeded. From that bit of information, Yuudai already knew what his answer would be, though he wouldn’t provide the answer directly to either of the two individuals before him, both on contrasting ends of the spectrum, a genin and a Kage. “We’ll see how that  turns out.” He spoke more of the fact about him possibly taking on another student, instead of the potential he could see within the boy.

When Ayakashi had turned to address another individual in the area, one whom she believed was there, Yuudai had decided he was no longer needed in the area. “I’ll leave you to deal with scouting the rest of the area. I’ll be sure to see if anything else around the village needs to be taken care of.” With nothing else to do here, Yuudai pivoted on his foot to turn away from the Mizukage and the genin. No hesitation was shown on his part as Yuudai quickly jumped back up to the tree where he had originally been perched, and then quickly taking off back to the village.

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