There was a darkness hanging over the Monkey King’s domain as he stood guard over the pool where his best friend lay, pacing back and forth and ensuring that nobody would come nearby except for those whom he had brought into help the Sword Saint of Konoha. Three elders of the Monkey Tribes surrounded the pool, their hands placed over the waters as they stirred the healing energies of the waters, a green glow surrounding the scarred individual within the pool. Eizo’s concern and impatience was palpable as he stopped his pacing and demanded that the elders work harder, not wishing to lose his friend.


He had been unconscious for three days, Eizo not leaving his side for the entire time. He had no idea why a man who up until that point had been extremely healthy had suddenly collapsed and fallen into what appeared to be a coma, but he certainly wanted to ensure that he got out of it. It was why he had brought him to this place as soon as Mitsuo had collapsed, to this sacred place of healing within his own village. Mitsuo had only stepped place in the Monkey Kingdom once, and when it had happened that time he was distrusted, and just a small boy. Since then he had grown into a powerful and truly stunning shinobi, a man worthy of his partnership with the Monkey King. Eizo considered Mitsuo to be his closest friend, and he would do absolutely anything for the man.


He had been through Mitsuo through the hardest times of his life, having first met him after the death of his father, when the head of the Sarutobi Clan had passed to him. Mitsuo had been in Sunagakure during the chuunin exams when his father had passed, an attack that had been orchestrated by the Missing Ninja Tame upon the village, though it had seemed as though Tame hadn’t been the one to attack at all as the Hokage Tatsumaru Uchiha had been the one who had destroyed half of the village and killed a quarter of the population. It had long been assumed that Tatsumaru had been a spy placed to destroy Konoha, but he was unable to completely succeed. Mitsuo had blamed himself for the death of his father for a long time, having not been there when he passed and therefore unable to save him. It was something that he had never been able to completely forgive himself for.


After that Mitsuo became obsessed with finding the enemy within the village, becoming the Head of ANBU in Konoha and keeping every ear he had at his disposal to the ground in order to find out about whoever it was who had destroyed their village. His obsession caused his lover, Kimaru, to follow him into the ANBU as well, and the two of them became quite the notorious duo, taking down many high profile targets as they kept a lookout for the mastermind. It wouldn’t be until a few years later that he would finally begin to get a whiff of the person who he had been looking for, that person being found outside of their village. Mitsuo and Kimaru attempted to track him, the two of them going on their last mission together.



The situation ended with the two of them being in an unideal position, and Kimaru was killed while Mitsuo was unable to get to him, the sword saint once more experiencing ultimate loss. His lover had been snatched from him, and he had chased that man down, murdering him in cold blood before using the technique he had hoped to never use on his lover, the Body Destruction jutsu. When he finally had a chance to look through the dead man’s effects he found him to be wearing light clothing and no village marks, or none that he had tied into a village that he recognized. But later on it seemed more obvious than ever when he had started to think on things. The light clothing combined with tanned and weathered skin, as though he had been exposed to the sun more than anyone ever should be. Was he from the sand village as well?


Eizo saw as the man finally began to stir, the healers stepping back as Mitsuo Sarutobi awoke, standing up inside of the pool and looking towards Eizo with a fierceness in his eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long time. There was a new fire burning inside of him, a dark and cold flame that was unlike anything he had ever seen from Mitsuo before.

“Eizo...We must prepare for the road ahead...We make for the Village Hidden in the Sands...My tormentors lie there, and I will put them to rest for eternity…”

Eizo moved towards Mitsuo, putting a hand on his shoulder, and the two of them teleported off into the night, the two of them making their way to meet their destiny together...

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