Kirinto wandered around forgot to move his hood to his non combat style. Leaving it down and exposing his face. “Whoops and damn it forgot.” Umioni was still tied onto his arm. He raised his arm looking at Umioni. “You have grown stronger but we are not strong enough.” His mind was aching for another set of rounds of vigilantism before he permitted himself to rest deep in the water. His brand of justice dealing out was growing brutal. Probably from lack of food or sleep from weeks of just wandering and surviving off of short times of sleep. He remembered each fight he had. They were boring to him and lacked anything to hurt him. His home was probably long gone. All but was a memory of his happier days. His days were now darker and more focused on getting answers. He did not care about women or tofu anymore. All he wanted was to find that masked person that ended his family. That and to have a three sword collection like his brother had before he was slaughtered. He still hunted for rare mighty sword but thought maybe one day he could summon them from his body like a monster. He hoped desired for lethal amounts of speed to be the fastest ninja in the mist. He kept pushing his body ignoring the pain just like his mother would teach him when he was a kid.

He could hear Umioni’s words pulsating in his brain. He was learning to fight off the possession from it. But the urges to slaughter and brutally fight people were strong.

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