To get stronger, one needs to train, yet one could only get so far on their own, to truly expand one's limits and to break through one's expectations and aspirations, a partner is needed.

Kegare knew this fact to be true, as he was reaching the limits of his mortal host, understanding the lack of strength he had due to his own age and unbearable, yet continuous torture thanks to the insurmountable pain he endured from his unsightly wounds which he covered up with his mask, gloves and unorthodox style of clothing.

After he had woken up like he has done every day for the past forty-something years: with sweat running all over his body from the constant nightmares and the constant pain, the old man managed to clean himself up and cover his never healing wounds with the special painkilling ointment that he had gotten ever since he had gotten those wounds and even to this day, despite the ointment hardly having an effect, the man never lost hope to one they feel some sort of relief.

When he finally got fully dressed, Kegare took his mask and placed it onto his face to hide the monstrocity he had become, though the irony of his mask had never managed to elude him, as the mask was a constant smile plastered upon a man who knew no joy but the joy of being left alone and not to be bothered with things that simply had nothing to do with him.

Though lately he had started to find back his desires and dreams, his desire to grow stronger and his dream to find a way to reverse his aging body to a point where his pain would no longer be of concern.

With all that in his mind, the masked man made his way to Iwagakure's famed Colliseum, ready to train himself in order to get stronger and if he was lucky, he'd perhaps meet someone willing to train with him, for he needed to breach his limits and only a partner could force him to go to such lengths.

Arriving at the open ground hidden away by genjutsu and fuuinjutsu, Kegare removed his vest and hat and started doing some warm ups in the hopes of meeting someone else while he was busy doing those. "Ugh, who knew I'd be longing so hard after a person to be willing to face me in combat. Such a strange thing, the desire to gain power."

wc: 419
twc: 419

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