his dreams were bad tonight. Since he had left to get rid of the slump that he had fallen into he found that he was finally sleeping better. Even without a drink or 3 to get himself tired, but after that event with the wannabee rogue ninjas he was tossing and turning all night. In his sleep he was standing there in a sea of blood, his tattoos writhing against his dark skin, the dragon tattoo on his waist constricting him tightly as the rest of them bit and chewed and gnawed. The waves of the sea were dark scarlett, splashing up against his thighs he gazed into the water and blood with neutraility. Then he saw the faces, so many faces.

The first was of his mother, face turned and spirialed in anger, her white iris' the same as him. As the face floated away his fathers came into view, the blue hair and angry expression was near the same as Miho's very own, the lines were harder and the wrinkles were around his angry drunk eyes. Though his face was smashed, as if someone had kicked it in. His parents gone Wolfgang realized what he was about to live through, those were the first two people he killed..to most saying Wolf killed his parents was irrepreable, but they had earned and deserved it for what they had done to their little boy. The next group was a group of young street toughs, they were all ripped to pieces as they floated by, back when he had a summoning contract with Axl and Traxi the 3 of them had torn a bloody swath through the mists slums. He regretted those, not so much since they had jumped him but what he had done to them didnt fit the crime...Axle and trax ripping them to pieces as he strangled the other.
The sea grew deeper, nearer to his hips now as he saw someone that truly hurt him. Daphne Gaiso. When he had found out he was going to be a dad he had blew his lid and detroyed half a fishing village, not knowing that his son was already born he had ended up killing his current girlfriend in his fury...daphne. He has never met his son but the mothers face was confused and sad as it floated by him. Then the war passed him, he didnt regret these nearly as much. The only regrettable part was how many there truly was, the faces and bodies had to number near 100 at least he had cut a bloody slash in the Army of Seven bells.

Wolf was nearly to his neck in blood, his tattoos were screaming at him now and he were hurting his ears. The pain was....the pain? Why was this hurting him, he didnt feel pain even in dreams, since his nerves have been frayed for so long that his body forgot how to hurt. No wonder this was affecting so th elast time he had felt any pain physically was when he was thrown down the stairs by his father and drunk mother. But how then or even better why was he feeling pain in his ears and face, The squirming tattoo was searing through his blood and muslces as well. Why? None of it made sense. He began looking around the dream he was trapped in, it was so vivid and tangable. His years as a ninja began to kick in and his Anbu training was slowly reminding what was and what wasnt. Bloody Genjutsu He began to harden his mind and concentrate, feeling his body become rigid against his protests. So it wasnt allowing him to move and tricking him to think that he jsut didnt want to move our of horror. He concentrated his chakra into the center of his chest and shot it out in a blast. The blood and faces rippled and gve way as he opened his eyes to a bright light.

A lamp was swinging in the center of the room with creaks and groans, the table his head was on was made of steel or iron. As he ran through his memories he was sure that he was supposed to be camping on mount itami as he had been for a week and a half now. His eyes began to focus a bit more and he saw that in front of him was a man who was just ending a jutsu of some sort, no doubt it was the genjutsu that they had gotten him with and probably while he was sleeping. Who are they His mind was racing as he counted the bodies in the room, and to his surprise it was only one. The man in front of him was alone, thankfully before wolfgang went to bed the night befor he had geared up, since it was time to switch camping spots anyway. He was wearing his full brown ninja ger from iwa, vest underneath and all of his senbon hidden in pockets and pouches of various sizes. He hoped his Katar was still in his lower back pouch where he had orignally placed it but didnt bank on it. His hands were lashed to the table with a thick linen cord that would have probably hurt or chafed his skin if he cared.
[/Whoo....who are you?color] His voice was groggy, he guessed that the night was still upon them due to his tiredness. Man was he ready for bed. The man in front of him stood and smiled to himself, discarding his robe and revealing the bright white tacitcal vest underneath. Yay Kumo ninja His head was swimmy and gross and his eyes were half awake but he could at least assume this was anbu of some sorts. We thought that youd be harder to Catch Miho osada, Beast of the Mists. So much for that. Wolfgang smiled wainly at him, so much for a fighting chance. Wolfgang was most vulnverable when he slept due to his lack of nerves, all he had were ears to warn him of danger and the winds on the mountain tops were blustery at best. Yeah let me out of these here binds and we can talk of the Beast in the Mists His voice was slightly haggard but no less angry. The kumogakure ninja tsked at him, waggling a finger Didnt say i was dumb now did I? youre going back to prison...escpaing the prison in Kumo before it was destroyed. Probably thought we'd just forget about you nuhuh get ready for a long life behind bars miho People kept using that name, he didnt like that name. He began to strain against the linen ropes that were around him, not having any sort of luck with that instead just chaffing his wrists he decided that he was sick of this playing nice thing. He activated a jutsu he hadnt done in a long long time, it only took the Horse sign and that was do able with the room he had. As he breathed out a dull grey fog filled the room, the steel grey mist rolled from him and even through the edges of the door itself. A gasp came from the Kumo ninja as he tried to cover his mouth and pull his sword from it's scabbard.
Wolfgangs binds were already melted away into slag and pieces. He stood to his full height and streched to the 7ft6 that he was. the ninja that had caught him wasnt near his size but wasnt a small man in any respets.

The Kumo ninja was coughing and gagging now, the outside of his armor was beginning to crack and dry up. Wolfgang stood back a few paces as he watched the ninja try and come at him, but he seemed to weigh more the pain of the mist was slowing him down immensly. What?! What is this? What kind of Fog! ACK! Blood spurted from his mouth following more coughing as he crumbled to a single knee one hand over his dribbling mouth. Wolfgangs voice was back to awake and his mind was well and aware again, it seemed that this man was incredibly good in genjutsu...but his trick wouldnt work on him again. You should have just killed me while i slept, i am not going back to prison...Osadas clan Fog is sure painful isnt it? he couldnt speak due to the progress of his lungs melting away slowly, as he fell down and life stopped ticking, Wolf wondered where he was exactly, he could be in terrible dire straights still and he would prefer to know.

After a few minutes of searching he deemed that this was a sole anbu, which boded well. He bent over his body and performed the body destruction technique. After the ashes dissolved he made sure he had everything then exited the room, which turned out to be in a hut like house somewhere in the borderlands of the country. He saw Saru in a cage with manacles on, he fixed that rightly and petted his friend in comfort. The tempurature was colder then he thought it should be for Itami, or even Iwa...where the fuck is he.

He walked out with his pet and friend as he took his anbu mask off his hip. He deemed it a good time to at least look like an Anbu black ops member, as he placed the mask on he set the voice to a bland setting, bland and unassuming. He stripped off the all of his iwa bought things and wore only his black and brown tight combat pants and his Anbu vest with weapons across his body. He was traveling again. He was first trying to find out where he was by looking for geographic clues around him. The weather was misty and wet and that belied to him that he was between Kiri and Kumo. They apparently had made incredible ground, Wolfgang wasnt even sure that it was the same day as before, that genjutsu could have lasted longer then he thought. They had taken him from Iwa and dragged his ass naerly to kumo through Kiri. he definitly wasnt going to Kumo right now he had some things to go back to. Kirigakure was his home and running away from it would just get him annoyed, because running away didnt stop the people who tried to end his life. There was no running from this life, the ninja way was following him wherever he went...there would be no peace. if i have to fight forever it might as well be for a cause i believe in, Ill go to war this time around i swear So many regerets not worth running away from, he had left his apprentice too, and he hoped that one day Burri could forgive him for that. He had been gone now for years it felt weird as he walked slowly and surely into the large walled City of Kirigakure, guards didnt bother him, they nodded at the Hunter ninja mask and let him through, they probably noticed the tattoos across his skin and the slug like mask he wore on his face.
As he re entered the city of Kirigakure, a smile crept on his face as he grew closer and closer to the center of the the village he saw some familliar faces, all slightly aged from what he was used to. Some of the genin were chuunin now and a foot taller then they used to be, made him wonder what else had chanegd. He was going to the Mizukage for orders as he walked, he owed the village that much at the very least.
He walked to the offices of the Mizukage, Ayakashi was the long time kage of this land, she had made him change his ways the first time and he begrudgingly liked the women. he was not sure if they'd get mad that he had been gone so long since his prison stint but he was hoping there was something he could do.
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