A bright sun coated its child in an insulting blanket that did little to relieve the child's chill. It sent enough of its grace to prevent utter demise and that was the extent of its mercy. The blistering cold greeted Kenji who was more than acclimated to the fierce weather that Kumogakure had been thrusting upon ever since his arrival. Now a Chuunin Kenji often was called upon by the Raikage to address critical issues that called for immediate and a competent response. His promotion was just a gesture of their confidence; also his clan, specifically the leader Ooame also had him doing more work pertaining to the clan's maintenance and other duties that the clan needed from him. Kenji was by far the most skilled teenager of the Chikara. His Bukitjutsu surpassed his peers and his Genjutsu was unmatched. The only members that could challenge him were his father, uncle, and of course the head of the clan. All Kenji ever wanted was to validate his ability to his clan; now that he accomplished that and was somewhat of a hero to his people who looked up to him and wanted to follow in his footsteps; Kenji found himself without a passionate aspiration. Of course he wanted to protect his comrades by getting stronger; but now that he had come to terms with his past after being "reunited" with Latika, he didn't know if he really want to protect his comrades more so than he wanted to protect Latika.

He had been so lucky to have her back, according to her she just wanted to test Kenji to make sure he had been making adequate progress. That did not change the fact she was a criminal; Kenji at the moment had no reason to detain her, obviously no one could know about their meetings and the time was approaching where they would meet in the night to really talk about the nature of their current relationship and her lifestyle. He was eager to hear a more vivid deposition of what Latika did and what she wanted from him. His dream, no. His goal, of course not. This was fantastical; all he ever really wanted was to have Latika back, to see her face, her smile that could bring him to life. A touch that could make him wither. A voice that could enlighten him. A taste that could satisfy him. It was not a dream nor goal nor hope; it was a wish. A wish that could only be achieved by a miracle. A miracle that enabled her to survive an assault that left Kenji with deep painful scars that were no longer very obvious. The Chuunin had one wish, and that was to complete his reunion with Latika; which can only be done with them being honest and unafraid. Kenji knew not what to expect from her or himself. Their last encounter was much more emotional leading Kenji to believe that Latika did indeed have a purpose for coming back. That purpose so far has led itself to resemble malice, but Kenji felt obligated to hear her out. The words of his rival rung through his brain; so did Misoka's. He tried to brace himself anyway he could for his meeting with Latika... 

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