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Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
Blue robes blustered gently in the breeze as the constant clacking and clanking of sandals and metal bits emitted from a young boy on a long path. Dark blue hair tied up into a high and bushy ponytail seemed to bounce lightly with each of this individual’s steps. It would seem to anyone that the strange youngster had absolutely no desire to be stealthy. And that was true. Beyond the repetitive clanking, very low bickering could be heard. This was not uncommon for him. The quick tempered young samurai, Watsuji of the Miyamoto, often argued with his own blade.

“Not only do I think you walk like a lazy peasant, you choose to leave your home and come in the direction of a shinobi village? I was never wrong to consider you unworthy and stupid.”

Watsuji would grit his teeth and mumble aloud “Alright. Fine. If you’re going to be a little shit, I don’t care anymore. I do not need you.” and with that, he tossed his priceless tanto onto the ground and spit on it. He kept walking, his fist now clenched along with his teeth. This repetitive bickering had not stopped in all of Watsuji’s life. He had been bonded at birth with the spirit of Hideyoshi, Kusonogi. This was the spirit of a proud and powerful Samurai warrior with many feats under his belt. In short, he was esteemed and proud to the point of arrogance, and he despised shinobi. He had been killed in his sleep by an unnamed shinobi, only increasing his hatred for them in death.

“I HAVE LIVED YOUR PATHETIC LIFE SEVERAL TIMES OVER BEFORE MY FALL. I HAD ALREADY ACHIEVED WHAT YOU HAD WHEN I WAS ONLY JUST ABLE TO WALK.” Hideyoshi boomed within Watsuji’s mind, loud to him but inaudible to all others. The boy stopped and picked up the tanto, shaking it angrily as if it were able to feel him. “If you’re so god damned better than me, why did you die in your sleep to the one thing you claimed superiority over? Our village has been waiting for years now without a successful adherent of the Bushido code and all you can do is criticize me for trying. Be more than a worthless piece of metal and help me, or something.” Only long silence provided an answer to Watsuji.

The mental and emotional abuse Watsuji had sustained over years of torment by Hideyoshi was saddening to say the least. The young boy had a strong support system and skilled parents who taught him everything he needed to know, but even they could not protect him from the spirit he was linked to. They could only strengthen his resolve and remind him of the way. Watsuji was on a pilgrimage of sorts. An adventure out into the world which he was part of in order to forge a path forward for his people, the Samurai. Hideyoshi has nothing to fear, as he was already dead, but he still couldn’t help but relive his past and the terror of the many tours and operations he had lead against the shinobi of these lands. Similarly, Watsuji had a small fear of the shinobi, but did not harbor the hatred for them as his ancestor did. He had yet to encounter one on this long and dull journey. He had no idea how much further he would need to walk before he would reach the village he sought. Kirigakure no Sato.

The weather was refreshingly beautiful, the sun had only just begun to clip the horizon as the young samurai stepped off of the path and began assembling a makeshift shelter and a small campifire. Rough and tumble training with his rogueish father had taught him how to prepare for a night.



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Kirei

Kirei


B-rank
Hot on the heels of Kirigakure's latest thieving vagabonds, Kirei lept through the trees, Sharingan scanning the thickets for any sign of the bandits' trail. Late in the afternoon, the Uchiha had tracked more of the pirates he had been after to a series of abandoned aqueducts underneath the city. At first, the group had been conversing with suspicious figures dressed in bright yellow finery but bolted the second they saw the ANBU-masked shinobi emerge from the shadows. The boy made a note to return below the city to those forgotten passages and investigate the strange men later, but for now, his quarry was with the pirates who scattered from their operations on the South Shore only days ago. After the boy and his masked guardian took to the heart of their activities, the pirates scattered throughout the city where Kirei now hunted them.

The group of six were young, untrained initiates; they were the first to leave the battlefield at the docks for fear of being caught within the inferno of the two Leaf ninja. By now, they had been in the Mist for some time, arrived months ago while the then unknown pirate crew controlled the south docks. Broken and dispersed, all but one of their ships had left, and the captain was nowhere to be found, leaving the crew struggling to survive in Kirigakure, unprepared for the harsh penalties levied at criminals by the village laws. The chakra signatures weaved in the forest floor, Kirei's eyes effortlessly keeping track of the thieves while he looked forward to an appropriate interception point. South of the city were forests Kirei didn't know well enough, he spent more time within the walls of Kirigakure than prowling its borders, but the prerogative of the town was the eradication of this pirate scourge, so the Uchiha chased where he had to.

Catching up from his vantage, Kirei began the descent to cut off the path of his quarry. Deft feet found purchase on low hanging branches and the blonde drifted down between them, hands gracefully twisting his body into a twirl which would give him the momentum to unleash a shuriken into the darkness. The whistling wind and sound of metal rang out as the tool wrapped tightly with wire around the base of a tree. The Uchiha pulled hard, and from the shadow, a yelp escaped the stillness, echoing out over the distance. Only one fell for the gambit, alerting the trailing companions to split up and avoid the lone tripwire while Kirei darted over top of his prey, stringing together the boy's hands and feet with his cable and leaving him writhing in the dirt.

Watsuji would likely hear the stampede of pirate footsteps in the evening dusk approaching his camp. The flutter of wings was loud as startled flocks of geese rose high above the canopy with the intrusion on their peace. Dressed in leather and hoods, the pirate initiates ranged from as old as their late teenage years to as young as the samurai boy himself. Five of them emerged into the clearing without knowledge of his camp, thrashing past barely taking notice of the boy but lashing out with daggers and fists nonetheless at anything in their path. Watsuji's tent and firepit wouldn't stand a chance against the onslaught, and he would likely suffer wounds himself if he weren't prepared to react. With one fellow down and finally space to move, the leader of the group shouted in a foreign language and the five came to a halt, turning back with knives in hand to stare at Watsuji and the forest behind him.

Only a few seconds would pass before the Ronin would see Kirei emerge in pursuit, the blonde clad in a long black cloak, hood and mask obscuring his features completely. The Uchiha spared a glance as he ran, Sharingan peering through the face of his ANBU-styled cat mask, with Cheshire grin examining his robed figure and the weapon which lay in the dirt at his feet and marked him, in Kirei's eyes, as a shinobi.

"Hey!" Kirei shouted, skidding to a stop and looking back at the boy.

"They're pirates wanted by the Mist! You know what to do!"

With his sentence finished, the Uchiha launched forward to engage the group.

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Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
“It is as if you have a death wish. Being out here on the doorstep of an entire village of shinobi.” the old spirit would nag on as Watsuji stopped himself to tune himself in with his surroundings. The air was brisk and fresh, though the sound of seagulls seemed not too far off. Was he near the coast? Not much time would elapse for him to ponder on that before the loud clamoring of what sounded like many feet grew near. What could that be? He was suddenly uneasy. Watsuji had yet to take his blade to another outside of controlled spars. He wasn’t sure if he had an answer to an approaching army, as he was currently imagining. From the brush rose quite the crowd of rough looking boys clad in leather and other strange garments Watsuji had never seen before. They appeared to be running from something, and they also appeared to have absolutely no regard for Watsuji or his camp. They were all armed with small arms which they swung without discipline like the untrained ancestors of the mankind. Before they were upon him Watsuji would stand with his left hand gripping the hilt of his katana tightly, a demonstration of intent as well as an intentional abstention from using Hideyoshi.

The rummaging idiots noticed Watsuji but seemed not to to mind, as he announced himself and warned them not to step any closer. “I am Watsuji of the Miyamoto clan, step any closer to my camp and I will cut you down.” he kept his words simple and ensured his declaration was loud enough to be heard. They did not stop, or even acknowledge him as they swiped blades at him on the way passed. Watsuji was shaking slightly as his anger grew, his training was ready to be utilized. With one foot forward he ducked to the first three with ease, his short stature was plenty low enough for that, and he brought his blade from hilt with incredible power and force, striking across the entirety of 180 degrees in front of him. He wiped the blade clean quickly on his sleeve and sheathed it. Two of the five young men would look up at their leader who had just ordered the rest in a foreign tongue to turn around. They grasped at their stomachs, clean slices parting just below their bellybuttons as blood trickled from them. Watsuji stood up and spoke, unsure if they even spoke the same tongue but willing to give it a try either way. “What are your names, young warriors? You have mine. I would like to know yours if this is your final resting place.”

His heart pounded as he looked at the result of his action. His very own hand and blade may have just taken the lives of two young men, not much older than himself. They were teared up and seemed not to understand the realities of the situation as they fell to their knees. They were standing just behind him on either side, both having taken a few more steps forward before realizing what had happened. It was all going through his mind so quickly as he looked up to notice a blonde figure with a white mask in the form of a grinning cat emerge from the brush. “These were not shinobi, they appeared to be no more than pirates. That which stands before you among the trees, however, is without a doubt a shinobi. Stand your ground.” Hideyoshi seemed ultimately serious at this time. Despite his disdain for Watsuji, he didn’t wish to see him die.

Watsuji would gaze upwards at the man in a dazed shock before remembering the pirates at his back and turning around with haste. “Fool! It isn’t the pirates to be concerned about having your back to! It’s that monstrous being in the cat mask!” Watsuji rushed forth with a battle cry, gripping his hilt as his anger erupted. He rushed in with his blade gripped and unleashed a flurry of blows, unsheathed with power and force, aiming for the wrists and less vital areas now on the three remaining opponents.  He would would plant his katana into the foot of one man to his left and use it to pivot his weight for a strong kick to the man’s head, pulling the blade out just in time for the man to fall back against the tree. In the time it took him to ready his blade, he had spent too long focusing on one target and the apparent leader and last combatant were upon him. Everything seemed to be happening with such speed. Watsuji now wondered for but an instant if he would survive.



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Kirei

Kirei


B-rank
Before making his way into the clearing, Kirei could hear the clatter of knives wood, followed by the sound of voices exclaiming from the treeline. The bustle drew the Uchiha's dōjutsu to a new chakra source, a boy with stronger energy than the non-shinobi who also inhabited the clearing. When Kirei heard Watsuji's voice, moments before he burst into the clearing, he recognized a single word immediately. The name Miyamoto was familiar by virtue of the Raikage, an influential figure in the shinobi world who Kirei himself had studied briefly. As the blonde's Sharingan laid eyes on the boy bare, he could see the young samurai paid no resemblance to his distant kin, but his clan gave way to the importance of his being here, and Kirei was glad to have an ally.

Quicker than the Uchiha anticipated, by the time he was ready to engage, the boy had taken care of two of the pirates already. With one marked for combat by his companion, Kirei would fight the other two as they came down upon the young ronin, rolling past the samurai and weaving through his strike, the shinobi lashed out with his right hand which was blocked by the pirate's forearm. The Uchiha twisted his hand and gripped tightly onto the errant appendage of his foe, using the leverage to pull his body up and kick at the teen's neck, causing him to topple down while Kirei kept up his grip on the arm. Pulling the limb during his foe's descent, Kirei would pop the shoulder from its socket, eliciting a scream from the older teen. Before being sliced by the incoming machete of the pirate leader, the blonde rolled away into the bushes and let loose with a handful of kunai once obscured. Following up his kunai, the Uchiha let loose a leaping kick which met with crossed forearms. The boy landed, going low to avoid a retaliatory slash and then launching a palm up for the elbow of the pirate's dominant hand.

The blow met its mark correctly, twisting the teen's wrist and causing him to drop his weapon. The Uchiha came in quick two punches for the midsection, but then the pirate's skillful reply diverted his attack, alerting Kirei that the leader was more skilled than any of the others. After parrying, the teen thrust his hip toward Kirei, extending his knee and hopping forward to strike the Uchiha's chest. No matter what training the street-fighting rogue had acquired through years of drudgery serving his pirate lords, it did not match up to Kirei's formal training but more than that, his Sharingan. Pupils trailed the impending knee, and Kirei's palms came together on top of the appendage, pushing down to throw himself over his foe and into the bush behind. This dodge would draw the teen's attention firmly away from Watsuji as he charged for Kirei in pursuit.

The Uchiha kicked up from the ground and kicked hard, catching the teen's thigh and causing him to stumble but still punch for Kirei's chin. The blonde moved back, just enough that the knuckle grazed the mask's ivory surface, then ducked and swept his leg. If Watsuji decided to attack at the same time, the pirate would be utterly unable to defend against both at once, and Kirei would follow up the falling foe with a hearty strike, lashing with his elbow to put the teen down into the dirt. The Uchiha could hear his own labored breath and the chirping of distant birds in the background. Every now and again one of the injured pirates would groan or splutter. When all was calm again, the blonde would take off his mask and catch the gaze of his companion, smiling widely at Watsuji, Kirei would speak with Sharingan swirling with twin tomoe's dance.

"Thanks for the help, man! How come you're all the way out here, anyway? They didn't even let me leave the village until a few weeks ago and you're even younger than I am."

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Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
Watsuji winced, but found himself surprisingly safe as the masked shinobi leapt into combat to assist, quickly pulling the two remaining combatants away from the young boy’s back. He kept his end secure, batting back the man he had struck into the tree again and using Iai once again to slash across his thighs with his mother’s white katana. Before he clean it of blood the young pirate seemed to have a final adrenaline rush, using great strength to stop grab hold of Watsuji’s left arm and grip it with such strength that he could not return it to the sheathe nor use it. It was at that time, feeling as though he would be overpowered, that the teen’s attention seemed to draw to Kirei. He rushed passed Watsuji and attempted to punch the distracting shinobi. Watsuji returned his mother’s cleaned blade to it’s sheathe and without turning around fully he chose to humor Hideyoshi.

He grabbed the ornate, ebony bladed tanto from its sheathe upon his side and twisted it skillfully in his hand before plunging it backwards with great force, which would result in a clean stab into the lower left area of the pirate’s back. This strike connected easily with the Kirei attacking simultaneously. The scene fell mostly silent as Watsuji pulled Hideyoshi from the target who now lay limp on the ground. If he was counting, he may have killed three people this day. He wasn’t entirely sure of any fatalities. He wandered over to the two he had diced across the stomach and knelt beside them. Both still breathed, but seemed to have bled quite a bit. They were unconscious. “Finish them off with a quick beheading. That is the merciful thing to do in this state.” The old spirit was not entirely incorrect but he was quick to assume they could not be saved. “Perhaps they have medical services nearby that could help them. We do not decide upon whether they live or die. At least not until we have all of the information.” Watsuji spoke to his blade as if it were nothing strange at all.

He looked up to the shinobi who had addressed him and thanked him for his assistance. “If you do not mind answering my pressing question first, I’d be more than willing to sit with you and explain. Will those we have fought here receive medical care? They are in great pain. If the fate that awaits them is worse than death I am obligated to grant them a noble one.”

“You are too soft for this. And why are you conversing with the enemy like this? You should be executed on returning to our village for treason.”

The ronin remained knelt in his spot, awaiting an answer. Should the shinobi have responded with grim news, Watsuji would take up a position, waking both of the warriors and whispering to them in order to learn their names before swiftly executing them each with one swift strike each. Otherwise, Watsuji would feel a great relief. If medical attention could be sought, he could go another day without blood on his hands.

Regardless of what took place here, afterwards Watsuji would walk carefully over to his wrecked campsite and throw everything neatly back into some sort of order, sparking up the fire and offering a seat to the shinobi so that they might exchange information and chatter in the warmth of a campfire. Here, Watsuji would offer an answer to Kirei. “I do not know of your traditions as I am not from this village. My village lies central to these continents, far from most everything.”



615 | 2046

Kirei

Kirei


B-rank
Kirei's grin intensified as the other boy joined his assault, making quick work of the group and leaving the forest in silence, save for the distant caterwaul of injured pirates. Kirei stood slowly, dusting off the folds of his cloak as the fallen foes lay strewn about the ruined camp in various states of distress. The Uchiha mentally ticked off this task on the list inside his head, another mission completed on behalf of the Mist and another step closer to the reason he was in this country at all. Less than three days remained until his meeting with the Mizukage, a woman he had not seen in the better part of two years since they had met in the forests surrounding the Daimyo compound. The Mizukage had told him of his efforts when he awoke in the hospital, but the whole event was a faraway blur for the young blonde who could only remember a single detail of that day: the promise.

The boy couldn't help but notice the twin swords carried by this younger ninja; ornate and inlaid with jewels the two blades betrayed the other boy's status as a trained swordsman and perhaps as a child of wealth. Kirei observed the swords as the boy wandered away to study his grisly work, the harm he had caused appeared beyond the help of either of their immediate talents and Kirei's Sharingan could see the chakra flow within several pirates begin to fade away. Death was near for some of these young men, the wounds they had sustained would leave them here, unable to seek aid, to die forgotten in the forest. Kirei let out a long sigh, four of the six would not make it back to wherever they called home, but the two who remained would no longer pose a threat. As he approached the boy from behind, Kirei's visual prowess could effortlessly read the boy's lips as he seemingly spoke to himself and caused the Uchiha to frown. Slowly, he would place a hand on Watsuji's shoulder as the boy looked up to address him.

Without delay, Kirei knew the boy was not from the Mist. The shinobi he had met in this country would not ask such a question; this marked Watsuji as a foreigner for the first time, and Kirei pondered how best to explain the prerogative of Kirigakure's justice system. He let the boy's question hang in the air for a second while he considered his reply.

"The Mist Village is cruel. They won't provide aid to criminals wanted in their nation. Several miles to the north lies the Hidden Village of Kirigakure, their laws are stringent, and these men would likely be slated for execution for their past crimes. It would be,"

Kirei looked down at the men and around the clearing while he searched for the right words.

"As you said. A mercy. Don't worry; this was my mission, not yours, I'll do what needs to be done."

The Uchiha would dutifully assist in any way the boy needed, even letting him go a distance away should he desire something put between himself and the grisly tasks that are necessary to perform. If Watsuji insisted on watching or undertaking the job himself, Kirei would hold still the men or bind their hands, uttering his own prayers to the high heavens for the souls of the men whose lives were to be snuffed here. What the boy wouldn't do would be to leave Watsuji alone, Kirei would stay by the boy's side immediately following the task and continue as the boy spoke to him while they finished with the bodies.

"This isn't my home either, their traditions, even to me are... Alien. I'm Kirei, Uchiha Kirei. I'm sorry I dragged you into all of this, I'll help you move camp and gather more supplies since it looks like these guys ruined your clearing. Gotta be honest I didn't think I'd find anyone out here let alone somebody my age. What are you doing, anyway?"

692

Watsuji

Watsuji


D-rank
It would seem Watsuji would become a “man” today. In almost every warrior culture traditions often pointed to the taking of a life as a mark of manhood, whatever that was supposed to mean. There was an irritating silence from Hideyoshi as Watsuji brought himself to a stand, the two unconscious pirates still laying with blood soaking their shirts and waist-lines. They were peaceful in slumber, but Watsuji knew it to be a disrespect not to die honorably, understanding the name and nature of your killer, and having your name remembered. These aspects were more important than leaving the warriors to die peacefully while unconscious. The young samurai looked at both of his blades and made the decision to use Hideyoshi for this. He gripped the ebony blade by the hilt for a moment, then pulled out a bottle of water from his pouch and gently drizzling it upon the face of the leftmost of the two fallen warriors. This brought him back to the world, pained and groaning. Watsuji looked down at him and held a finger to his own lips, shushing the man gently.

“The village that ordered your capture will not tend to your wounds. I am afraid that these are your last moments, worthy adversary. My name is Watsuji of the Miyamoto clan and I wish to give you an honorable death. What is your name?” Watsuji held the bottle of water to the man’s lips, tipped to the side so that he needn’t bend at the waist to sit up. The man took a drink, still shaking and trembling from his wounds. The realization seemed to wash over him as he sipped the room-temperature water, that this would be the last thing he would drink.

“Den. My name is Den. I cannot give you my family name as they would be endangered.” Watsuji nodded to him and then leaned close, whispering into the man’s ear. They exchanged a brief moment of quiet communication, the man entrusting the location and name of his wife so that Watsuji may deliver the news personally.

“A father and a husband. It is no matter or business of mine what fated our meeting here today. You are a man who fought, you are a man who will die in honor. Close your eyes, Den.”

Watsuji gripped Hideyoshi tightly as a well of tears began to pool in his eyes. With a swift motion he removed Den’s head, ensuring no pain came to him in his final moments. A similar process would be repeated on the second man, the conversation not deviating much. This second man did not wish to entrust Watsuji with his family name, however. This was no issue. The same respect and courtesy was given. A quick and painless death was delivered.

When they both lay still and at peace, Watsuji couldn’t help but ask his ancestor why he remained so silent. “You have no words for me now, spirit?”

“You dragged that out. It should have been much more hasty. Your tears give you away, you are not ready for any of this.”

Watsuji scoffed and directed his attentions toward the now named Kirei. He provided good information of the village hidden in the mist. Additionally he seemed very helpful and even offered to assist in rebuilding camp.

“Do not apologize for that which was by chance, Kirei. My name is Watsuji of the Miyamoto. I come from a village so small it does not even bear a true name. I have taken up a pilgrimage to better understand shinobi and find ways to improve the relationship between the samurai and shinobi overall.”

As they spoke, the spirit Hideyoshi would reach his voice over to young Kirei and speak to him without Watsuji’s knowledge. It was a deep and somewhat elderly voice, but with a booming power to it even when it seemed to speak softly. “Is it his weapons you seek or his money? He has no currency on him at all. The blades are quite expensive but you needn’t kill him for them. He is weak and pathetic. I would rather you not dispose of him callously, he knows nothing of whom he is dealing with, but I do.”

Exit Thread (To be Continued)



691 | 2737

RT: E-0 ~> D-1 (1,075) + 25 Ryo
Perception: E-0 ~> D-0 (750)
Speed: E-0 ~> D-0 (750)
End: E-0 ~> E-1 (75)
Strength: E-0 ~> E-1 (75
Total: 2725
Remaining:

Kirei

Kirei


B-rank
Kirei stayed by the boy's side as he roused the men, an odd act which the Uchiha did not at first understand. He had seen the ninja in the Mist who took pleasure from their kills and met others in the Leaf who wore them as a badge of honor, but it surprised him that Watsuji undertook this act until he listened to the words shared between them. When the young Ronin asked the name of his quarry and bestowed upon him a death that would be remembered, Kirei understood that this tradition was not for him to interfere with and stayed silent. The whole while, Kirei left his hand pressed lightly on the boy's shoulder when appropriate as an act of comfort, something the Uchiha might have liked the first time he took a life.

"I don't know if it'll bring you any comfort, but you've upheld the customs of this country, merciless as they might be. That's the biggest part of being a ninja I'm starting to think."

The deed done, Kirei wandered away around the clearing, picking up the discarded knives and intact supplies to gather them for Watsuji while he had time to his thoughts. The Uchiha could hear him muttering to himself but made no effort to eavesdrop, preferring to allow the boy his own process than interject with his own inexperienced advice. Though a shinobi, the blonde was no expert in the ways of killing, he had the training, but mentally the Uchiha had a preference for espionage and subterfuge, such fields where one relied on their wits rather than strengths to accomplish the mission. When Watsuji finally spoke, it put Kirei's mind at ease to know he was still present and the Uchiha nodded along with his words. It occurred to Kirei he'd never met a samurai, though he had studied them both under his father and at the Konoha academy, their traditions bled over somewhat with that of the ninja world, and so it made sense that a young Initiate might journey to discover more about these intwined professions.

When the second voice came from inside the Uchiha's head, he whipped his head around, the Sharingan immediately reactivating in response as he scanned the trees for the boy's unknown companion. With no sign of chakra in the trees, Kirei transfixed his gaze back on Watsuji, and his eyes widened when he had time to observe the chakra flow. From the blade at his hip, a second chakra source emanated into the world, flowing delicate tendrils of influence lapped at the air and twisted into the words projected into Kirei's mind. If it weren't for the prowess of the Uchiha's ancestral power, these secrets would have been utterly obscured from the ninja. Instead, unsure of how to respond, Kirei said his piece aloud.

"I'm not sure who you are, but I'm not an assassin. I don't even use swords, and I don't need the money."

The boy's tone was quizzical, somewhat confused but friendly nonetheless. In truth, Kirei's thoughts were more occupied with what type of Jutsu he was currently dealing with; Genjutsu on the sword seemed possible, though his own chakra flow appeared unaltered, perhaps a summoning contract or sealed entity could cause these manifestations. Kirei pushed these thoughts aside, turning his attention back to the Ronin and addressing him instead of the ominous voice which lingered in the air surrounding them.

"It's getting dark, we better set up a new camp."

exit

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