After three full days of traveling from Kumo he finally made it to the border of his home village his face only contained a blank expression as he finally stepped upon the Kiri border. Burittsu himself had enough time to only process why did no one begin to wonder where he and his sensei was and if they knew why did they not come to their aid. He had questions a lot of them but his only concern was being stronger so he could go back for his sensei one day if he had lived. Each step he took was heavy filled with a passion as his hands began to form fists of anger and confusion. As he took a breath he realized even his anger would not let him venture further as a shinobi. A smile appeared upon his face as he continued to walk.

“I’m home..”

His steps slowly turned into a jog and from that into a run as a smile upon his face reached over to both sides of his face. He could not wait to return back to his village and meet someone who would train him. For a second everything was fine until the male collapsed against the ground as he placed his hand over his stomach feeling the scars from the meeting of the Kumo shinobi himself. Forcing himself back up Burittsu let out a soft groan only to force his himself up as he limped towards the gate of the village.

“Welcome home.. Burittsu..”

Giving a faint cough the male quickly fell upon the floor again passed out upon the main road as he began to fall to sleep the male only contained a smile upon his face. With travelers passing his body by without a second thought a group of young shinobi passed by and came to a stop. Seems that they were training out in the wilderness and grew tired and came back for some rest as the three formed around Burittsu’s body picking him up slowly and carefully. Taking him back to the village themselves as they went directly towards the Hospital which from there the medical team would take care of Burittsu.

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