Kennosuke sat in the infirmary bed in silence, a small sketch book laying in his lap. In the days since the attack, he had filled many pages of the book with drawings of things he remembered from that night as well as fragments of the nightmare he had been having every time he closed his eyes. He wasn't sure what it would help, but something had to give. The page it was opened to was colored completely black, except for evil looking eyes and wicked fangs.

He shifts in bed and grunts. He was covered in bandages and his left eye was still swollen to point he could barely see out of it. He knew no pain but that presented other complications. Pain is the bodies way of telling you when to stop and since he felt none, the chances of him pushing himself too hard and doing irreparable damage to himself was pretty high. So he knew to take it easy and let the healing comr with time.

There was something that kept nagging him though. Why would this traitor use him of all people to deliver a threat to Takao? Was he such a coward that he couldn't deliver it himself? Or did the traitor enjoy killing Rin and torturing Himself? Too many questions and not near enough awnsers. Either way a threat had been issued and even if nothing became of it Kennosuke felt he had to warn Takao. He called someone and asked they send for him.

Maybe talking things over with Takao would make him feel better about what happened or atleast help him to see things from a different perspective as right now he felt like the death of his friend was his fault and with the knowledge of a Kimura traitor, he just doesn't know what to think anymore. He couldn't comprehend how anyone could betray their village much less their clan. It just burned him up inside keeping that knowledge to himself. Takao would know what to make of this information and what to do about it. So for now all he had to do was wait.

WC: 355

Kennosuke couldn't help but chuckle at Takao's comment as he entered the room. To be fair, Takao was being kind because in actuality he looked like utter hell. Kennosuke closed his notebook and set it on the small table beside his bed. Shifting in the bed slightly he sits up as straight as he could and places his hands in his lap.

"I wish i could say the other guy looked worse. But that would be a lie." His voice was soft and even with the attempt of humor he sounded defeated. After Takao sat down and asked what was going on Kennosuke was silent for some time. Honestly be didn't know who he could trust and for all he knew Takao was the man in the mask and the warning was but a ruse for him to be able to come and finish the job. He avoids eye contact with Takao during this silence, keeping his eyes downcast and not so much as looking at the other man.

Surely,  I can trust Takao. Why would he threaten himself to set me up when he could of easily finished me off that night. He thought to himself. He takes a deep breath and finally looks up at Takao. He didn't know how Takao would believe him or how he would take the news. Best just to get it over with and see what happens.

"There's a traitor among us. A Kimura that killed one of the clan's sons in cold blood and this this to me." Pausing, he finally meets Takao's gaze. "A traitor who told me to tell you that you would be seeing him soon. I don't know who it was, they wore a mask. But he they were highly skilled, killed their own without remorse and seemed to take pleasure on trying to inflict pain on me." It all rushes out and Kennosuke flinches slightly, almost as if he let too much out or that he was the one in the wrong and expected to get reprimanded.


WC:350
Total:705

Still slightly embarrassed by his little outburst, he quietly listened to Takao speak. While he had heard of others Kimura defectors as well, it was something that he was wholeheartedly unpreapred to deal with. His entire life he had believed the Kimura to be a cut above the rest. But this just shattered that illusion. It was an eye opener for sure. Not only was the Kimura no better than any other clan that resides in the Hidden Leaf, but also the fact he was still very naive about the actual workings of life. He closes his eyes, trying to think back and remember details about that night. There wasn’t much that he could remember. Just the glowing eye’s of the attackers Ibugan and shadows. His voice was distorted by the mask he wore. The only thing that really stood out about the man was one thing. Opening his eyes, he looked at Takao once more.

“He knew me, Knew my Father. He was about your height, but he was cloaked and masked, so thats the best I got. But, the way way he spoke to me. It was like he knew me. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain, but he almost certainly knew or disliked me.” Kennosuke threw the blanket aside and twisted in the bed, throwing his feet over the side, before pushing himself into the floor. His legs were still week, so he wobbled slightly but after a moment he was fairly sure of his footing. The sudden knowledge stirred anger in him all over again. Not only was it a Kimura, it was probably someone he was at least close with. First name bases and seeming to have first hand knowledge of his father, it was very likely this person was the one who killed him. Why he let Kennosuke live was mystery.

“Takao, I don’t know who this was. But I promise I will find them. I will find them and bring them to the justice they so deserve.” A fire burned in his eyes, a testament to his Undying Devotion toward Konoha. His words were not the same as the first time he spoke either. They carried a fierceness that mirrored the fire in his eyes. Whatever would happen after this, Kennosuke would devote himself to bringing these traitors to justice.

WC:393
Total:1098

1,000wc going toward training Senjutsu from D to C-Rank.
38wc discarded.