It had seem that Burittsu was not familiar with the land after all he had only done a couple missions and those missions restricted him to remain inside the village boundaries. He wondered how they got smugglers in and out of the village and how many other routes have been taken to get in the village. The sense of danger was a thrill to the shinobi. Looking up from the ground towards what seemed to be a path of great mystery it had seem his first destination was being led to him. It was a dark forest indeed as Burittsu happily traveled the path getting deeper and deeper into the forest. The sounds of beast that hunger growled with such ferocity this was only a greeting to the shinobi as he welcomed them all to come attempt a kill. Continuing to walk the path straight it had seem the smell of blood stanched the air as the sight of projectiles began to come out from the darkness. Scattered upon trees and the earth floor as the sign of battles destroyed the land and ruined the environment for the animals and nature alike.

"Mhmm Incredible.. Imagine the blood shed.."

Only moments later it had seem that he stumbled upon a bunch of tomb stones. It was obvious to tell that a large battle was fought here and only one side gained victory. Simply walking over to the tomb stones as he gazed upon each stone. Recognizing each bared no name it was only fit for them to get the proper respect. As Burittsu himself bowed to the headstones in respect and gave a silent prayer.

"I acknowledged your actions.. Be on your way to redemption you all fought hard I assumed.."

Burittsu gave a smirk and returned back onto the path from which he came from but instead of leaving he moved only deeper passing more and more tombstones on his way. This indeed was truly a graveyard he wouldn’t be surprised if walked upon graves that were digged up or see tombstones destroyed and rubbing his chin he only wondered if former Mizukages rested around here somewhere or even the spoils of war left on their rightful owners grave. Indeed being his first time around the graveyard he had heard about how some or even most shinobi die in here due to the fact grave robbers and such hide around. But knowing him he had to see it to believe and as for now everything was clear well for now anyways as he moved on the path heading deeper into the cemetery.

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Walking through the cemetery it had seem to remind him of his life as a child when he actually lost his parents how he would go out and visit their grave but when he did visit their grave he was only visited by what he would call now chakra residue. That explained why no one ever saw who he was talking too due to the fact it probably activated upon his chakra the same chakra as the bloodline of the family. In mere moments of his thinking it had seem he was not paying attention to his surroundings due to the fact looking up from the ground while he was walking he indeed remained on the path but the area around him larger as it seemed to be cloaked by a fog that hid his feet right under. Indeed he wondered extremely where this fog came from or who created it right underneath his nose if this was some sort of natural weather around here he did not question as he stood motionless for a mere moment and looked around. Seeing scattered headstones around the area but now accompanied by large trees ideal places for hiding the growling coming from the mist grew from a soft pitch into a pitch that needed to be silence before the situation itself grew out of hand. Walking out of the hidden fog seemed to be a wolf only one who stood proud growling at this moment Burittsu thought this was the murderer who killed the shinobi who came to give their respects.

“So you’re the one killing shinobi here?”

This must have been a different type of animal than from one that is usually spotted out in the wilds if this beast was strong enough to live in the walls of the shinobi it must have been here for a specific reason. The fog did roll in and he was still on the path to go on forward or head back and ignore everything he saw the beast must have been guarding something and the growls from it seemed to be serious. As it’s bright eyes shined through the fog as if it was a well lit lantern in the dark it indeed caught the attention of Burittsu. His hands were now by his side as he continued to walk on the path forward heading deeper into the mist triggering the rage of the beast it seemed something that was to expected. As it darted towards the male at incredible speeds cutting through the fog in mere moments leaping into the air lifting his right hand pointing towards the direction of the beast. His hand quickly pierced about a inch or two into the creature as he used his chakra to form himself a wind like blade coming through his fingertips forming a full blade made out of air but still strong enough to pierce through flesh. And this was only a warning sign to the beast knowing it felt the pain of the sharp sting and its flesh being pierced as he pulled his hand down the growls turned into soft pants and whining of pure pain. That was that as Burittsu only continued upon the path heading deeper into the cemetery whatever it had waiting for him he knew that it was only going to get worse.

“Hate animals..”

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As he continued his walk deeper into the cemetery it only seemed that the fog grew dense and it continued to be like that for a while everything was calm and quiet as he wondered if this was the cemetery why only certain parts of it came with the fog. Looking as he walked he indeed had a lot of questions but the silence of the fog and such brought up memories the ones that people keep locked away deep into their mind surrounded and covered by other memories to never make you forget. That was the best part about it he thought to himself no matter how he tried his memories will always be there to haunt him but like everyone else he had memories that he enjoyed especially when his shinobi life took off starting from the people he met when he explored around the village. To his first actual mission in the village helping out the kids of the academy even if teaching was not his strong suit due to the fact he never knew how to present himself when it came to emotions as simple as that. Looking back at it now it was a good experience he realized that his life in the village did unlock a lot of potential in meeting new people and growing stronger. It almost changed his heart and will as there was still many people he had to meet before fully turning his back and leaving especially without seeing the infamous names always mentioned around the village and by other shinobi.

“Memories.. Huh..”

He did wonder what would become of him if he allowed the anger he held against the outside world for what they did to him and teacher years ago every moment his mind is allowed to wander it seems that specific moment in his life surfaces up. Bathing the other memories in a coat of thick blood dousing them from existence reminding Burittsu his reason for training every day and second he gets a chance this memory was one that would never leave the mind of the shinobi. It felt as if nothing was done since that action and he himself accepted it as a fact no one would care what would happen to a genin that was no asset to the village fresh out the academy. Grasping his anger between his hands as he walked with two fist full of fury and rage he steps grew heavier as he didn’t realize he grew deeper and deeper as the graves around started to grow worse showing how long they have been without a visit. Quickly it seemed he came to a stop as a large building rested in the fog he must have reached a point where he just pushed through making it to this destination the graves near it were all ruined as caskets rested upon the ground. It wasn’t only caskets piles of bodies mildly fresh decomposed and rot away as for the rest it was only bones who took refuge without a name this was nothing to the shinobi he was not here to grave rob the site he only came for answers to something that he was not yet ready for but he knew the perfect place when it all came down to it.

“I wonder if the past Mizukage would have stood for such acts..”

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Bowing his head to the building the smell of death was indeed growing stronger as the scent itself quickly began to pass underneath his nose looking closely at the building itself it seemed to be riddled with large gashes and other battle damage. Whatever was inside must have been worth trying to take down the building but yet it do not move or fall the door itself seemed locked for an eternity as for around him it was clear to see someone or something came around and killed them before they even had a chance. Taking in a deep breath this was a sight to see as to what could have killed so many people and what was so special to die for in a graveyard but it was suitable place to die if only it hard burried each body so the stench wouldn’t possess the air. Giving a sigh it was probably time for him to leave the area anyway he had no time to place a role as the guy who lived after stealing priceless jewels and artifacts for research with a random lady companion by his side every time he went grave robbing. He indeed chuckled to himself thinking a lot on how someone could do that risking their lives for meaningless items when they could be out there fighting for the one’s who deserved to be judged and protecting those who actually deserve justice.

“I’ll take the burden of this world and fix it one day..”

Turning around from the building and heading back the same direction from where he came this journey only unlocked himself more as a human reminding him that he still had a lot to learn but people were cruel. And only think about themselves in such a cruel world he needed no friends but in his life as a shinobi he acquired two and then one of them died but no one bats an eye or wonders where did he go off too. A friend who actually cared and didn’t value Burittsu as a shinobi but as a human didn’t even last a while until he was cut down that was his first ever true taste of friendship and it was now dead and gone. The other friend was the one who killed him first he had nothing but pure anger for that one but in time he did grow on him and it allowed for him to clearly understand that in this world the enemy lies beyond the walls in other lands acting as the master playing with the puppets from the shadows. His feet picked up the pace in speed as it seemed he was ready to sprint out and mere moments he did picking up the dust and bolting down the path.

Head clouded by so many judgements he made by remaining in the village he sought revenge for himself since he had no one to feel his pain which made it easier on him when it came to leaving but he knew the outcome was death if he did it alone he needed a group. In mere seconds feeling the air underneath his feet it was over his body basically took off as it seemed he must have tripped quickly smacking against the ground on face as the blood started to form out of his forehead traveling down the bridge of nose and dripping off hitting the ground in front of him. With a deep sigh he looked at his hands as the truth was simple he was only human who was looked upon due to his rank that classified his skills on the survival status of the world low rank people like him all die on the battlefield fighting the battle they think needs to be fought. Standing up as he walked his way passed from where he started he only thought about what could a group of people with a common goal do a group of people who were tired of the world and its messed up ways he wondered.

“This world..Such a heavy burden to carry..”

~ End!~
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