He found himself on the outskirts ready to go he didn’t say his goodbye’s or even think about visiting old flames in hopes their emotions won’t try to get in his way and end up having him dragged back the village. Since he wasn’t like most shinobi when it came to his personal life he had no pictures of himself with his teachers or even friends his personal life was indeed a mess but whenever he wanted to dive into those memories he always had himself and his mind to dig deep into. Recalling the sort of events that passed him on the road for greatness his back was faced to the village there was no need for him to even look back at the place to many things occurred to him within the borders than outside of it. Placing his mask on his face but he did not without the fear of being watched by those who he called comrades. He always felt out of place move this was indeed a big step for him to find himself and finally spread his wings and mind well until that day the day that would remind him of the type of person he could be but it was only a memory because the person that inspired him was killed.
 
It wasn’t the world that was messed up it was the people not only from the other villages but from his own killing one another for sport even he himself was tempted to take the lives of his former comrades. The people who were born and raised in the same village was bound to die but not in this manner they needed to grow stronger to prepare for the future so did Burittsu in fact but there was nothing else he could actually learn from here. Wearing his Anbu armor it would be the final time anyone would lay eyes on him and he can only hope that it will never have to come to the day where he would have to take on his former comrades. Sporting nothing on himself only his clothing and the mask he sported another mask that covered half of his face for this fateful event in hopes no one would bother him but what did he have to fear. He only had his gear and himself to take along on this trip he already ate before he left and gave up his keys to the young women to take care of her child he gave them hope something no one else in the village seemed to try to do as they let them suffer on the floor.
 
At least if there was one good memory someone could say about him if did die out in the world was that he was kind at the very bottom of his heart a trait he couldn’t seem to let go but sure enough. If he was to die he would enjoy that being the one reason why people recalled him due to the fact that he gave hope to those who had lost all of their hope. Walking out towards the vast and mysterious ocean that was the world he just couldn’t help himself but look over his shoulder one last time to look at the place where he started many friendships, learned to grow stronger, and actually met a father figure. Even if that figure was basically the devil in disguise he did teach him valuable lessons and they even enjoyed a meal together something he never done before in his life one day maybe they all could sit at the table once more. This time with a smile on everyone’s face and the food being made by actual people but that dream was only a dream reality was calling and he was ready to answer. Facing his back towards the village once more he only began his journey with a single step heading out towards a place where he promised himself he wouldn’t step foot within until the time came. Lucky for them he was invited by one he could somewhat call a comrade but an invitation was an invitation even if they only been on a couple missions together and never spoke maybe it was his luck getting to meet two Uchiha in his lifetime was a good proposal.

“Mhmm. Let it begin.”

Exit
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