The cold of the early hours seeped into dray’s skin and stuck it’s claws in the young man’s bones. Dray woke up calmly as he looked out his window, it was dawn and looking at his wall clock, it was just four o’clock am. The puppet master had to start executing his plan. Failure was not an option. He was not a criminal neither was he on the run. He just wanted nobody to question him on his way out of iwagakure. If anybody did, he would not answer and if he did not answer, the person might prove stubborn and try to stop and stopping him meant encountering death, this he did not want so he wanted to leave iwagakure no sato safely. They had done well to shelter him for so long without even for once questioning his identity though some shinobis have. Shinobis that he would hardly forget, the likes of Sekuro Karumo and Fukai fantomusodo. They would meet again, that he was sure of but he did not know if as friends or as enemies. If they met as friends, they would greet each other and share a drink together but if they met as enemies, they would speak of few memories before clashing their blades and hoping the best man wins. Dray got out of bed and hurried to his basement. He put on the light in his workshop and looked at his work of art as it hung on the wall. It was perfect, dray had made it and kept it so long for this exact reason. He was chidorima, the one who would go by the name Zennyo, wherever and whenever. Dray was going to be in it every time, controlling the world outside from inside it. He would only reveal his face for important reasons. It was a new beginning, a new era, a new Zennyo.
Dray opened up chidorima from behind and stepped forward into the puppet. He pressed a button as the puppet automatically locked up from behind. The puppet came alive as dray saw through it’s eyes. It was a white skinned puppet with white hairs and two long hairs braided to the side of it’s head. Dray moved his hand and the puppet’s hand moved. It was more of a clothing than a puppet. It was an extension of who dray was. Dray walked freely in the puppet as he picked up his cloth. The puppet was already wearing a long leather trouser though it did not reach down to it’s feet, it stopped some inches above its ankle. Dray picked up the over all coat that was red internally and black on the outside. On this plain black material were clouds of red, about ten in number scattered all over the cloth both at the front and at the back. Dray twisted his neck and felt alright, everything was good. Dray went back up the stairs and out of the basement. He went straight to his room. He had no bags to pack. He picked up the three medium sized clothes that contained his other three puppets, temp, wrath and chi. He hung the scrolls on his back as he picked up another smaller scroll and sealed all the important things he would need outside of the land of stone in it. He looked at the time and an hour was passed. It was now five am, he had to hurry up. He exited the house and shoot in front of it. He made three clones of himself and let them stand at the corners of the house. All dray’s performing the same hand seals at the same time, ramparts began to rise beneath each of their feet as the house began to sink it, it sank in much deeper until it was finally beneath level ground. Dray dispersed the clones as the rampart fell and covered the house. Dray stretched his arms outwards as plant life began crawling from every direction ranging from small trees to vines to shrubs to herbs and whatever was green as he covered the location of the buried house with them. He jumped off his rampart that has solidified into a small hill, it did not seem unusual after all, this was the land of stone, there were hills everywhere. He transformed his index finger into a small sharp knife as he carved into the stone, “KAGUTSU”.. He was sure to come back here, sooner or later.
Dray made his way towards the bastion adamantine. Few meters away, he made a single hand seal as a thick mist formed from nowhere. It looked a bit natural since it was dawn and the mist could have been caused by the dew. As the soldiers keeping watch on the walls were wondering what this way, dray disappeared into the earth and tunneled his way out of iwagakure no sato using the hiding like a mole technique. He came out of the earth when he was meters away from iwagakure. Nobody hardly knew him when he was in the village so definitely, no one would miss him now that he’s gone. Dray brought out a map from his bag, he had bought it from the market from a man who really needed the money so bad. Dray stopped to look in the direction he should be headed. Perfect! He ran all along not stopping for a minute. His journey seemed to take a while until he came to paradise. The clouds of kumogakure no sato, seeming to welcome him.
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Travel complete: 600/600