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Anri stood within his room, his old room in the Kanetsu Clan Compound before he was kidnapped and tortured. He stood face-to-face with a poster of one of his favorite heroes from before, his tired grey eyes scanning it over, taking in the various details while his skin soaked in the heat from the volcano. Through some difficulty he was back to being covered in bandages once more, the medical fabric snuggling tight against his lean body, hiding the various small scars from the world alongside the chest scar he had received all that time ago as a Genin. Already he had on a pair of white slacks given to patients and he was already in the process of putting on his sleeveless short sleeved white shirt with an oversized collar before he realized the room he was residing inside was no longer his own.

It didn't feel like his anymore, not from the posters on the wall to the action figures littering the bookshelf. Not from the comics and manga on the floor to the weirdly designed superhero costumes hanging within his closet. Honestly speaking, just being in the presence of this stuff made him fully realize that the previous nerd that lived here had died a while ago, and he was left behind, a new resident surrounded by cheap relics of the past. He didn't want to be surrounded by these things, he felt he had no right to be. When the shirt was fully on with the left sleeve dangling due to the lack of an arm Anri knew he had to do something about this room before it drove him mad.

He tore the poster down, the paper making a sharp tearing noise which dragged out and out until it was fully torn down, leaving bits and pieces behind. He would do this with the others, as well before moving on to the figures, which he would just toss in the bin. The books can stay, he guessed. They could provide some sort of entertainment for after this mission. Running a hand through his black hair which now held some spots revealing its true color of blonde, he would begin to make his way out of his newly modified room, and onto this mission.

It would be a rather simple one, where he was to assist someone in instructing students at the academy, and he believed he had signed on correctly enough to make that somebody actually be his old squadmate. Ever since they were reunited he had been wishing to stick with her primarily, to catch up and to become accustomed to normal shinobi life once more. It would be his waiting just outside of one of the classroom doors a few hours later for her which would prompt him to scratch at the bandages covering his neck as he waited, having come early in anticipation for this to begin. He already wondered how to assist in teaching a class, especially when he could offer little more experience other than standard Ninjutsu and Genjutsu techniques, but he didn't feel like teaching a bunch of students any in particular, not from he himself. Perhaps his dear friend will have an idea when she arrives.

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