Gathering!; [Kekkai / Tenzo]

[Messatsu!]

Having made effective use of Sandi Airando's ship docking company, the faux Masuyo managed to get a safe ride that would've left Kaze no Kuni's coast and border and directly crossed into Mizu no Kuni, quite possibly the very area that started his journey. Paid off with a pretty penny, the owner of the fine ship provided his services to everyone that decided to accompany Masuyo from Sunagakure. As for expenses, the clone made sure that he paid the man in full, for everyone.

Taking a seat at the edge of the ship's open deck, teetering every so slightly from the shifting waters, Masuyo's head tilted back as he huffed a sigh of relief, feeling the actual weight sunagakure's burden's lift off his back. Looking to his left arm, just how much he loathed that hiraishin mark came rushing back to the forefronts of his mind, however, his tracks had been covered. . .

for now.

Presuming that the others followed suit, he smiled at them all before offering kind words as well the promise he had been determined to keep while nearing Mizu no Kuni's coast.

"I'm glad that some of you decided to come with me, all of this will make sense soon, but where should I start. heh, such a long story.

For starters, my reasons for being in Sunagakure was that I'd been black mailed and forced to carry out certain tasks by the Kazekage, who I met after having mastered the arts of Senjutsu. . ."

Silence.

"That is why I had no sunagakure headband, while I claimed to be loyal to its cause and well-being, it, by all means, was only temporary. You see, Amegakure will soon be. . .revived"

Motionless while speaking, Masuyo began to purposefully draw power from nature's own well spring of chakra, mixing it in with his own chakra network.

[Yuu]

The view was beautiful off the fancy boat that Masuyo himself had purchased for the family to take us towards Mizu no Kuni. I honestly was very curious on the story that he would tell everyone, I really didn't know what he had in store. As everyone got comfortable on the ships deck, I made my way towards the edge of the ships open deck, following Masuyo and standing a few inches to his right.

Just before I opened my mouth to speak to my cousin, he began to speak. Out of respect I stood there quietly and listened to everything he had to say, I was quite curious to here his story. Controlled by the Kazekage? Sounded out of the ordinary didn't it... and when he mentioned reviving Amegakure I was completely shocked to hear this piece of information.

"Masuyo, how do you know Amegakure will be revived? All of this is too much to take in in such little time, but I give you the use of my abilities in order to help restore Amegakure—if you need me that is."

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[Hronica]

Kekkai Yulo sat at the back of the boat, staring out across the sea to the fading site of the Hidden Sand Village. He was off, with his family now, to a land he had never been before. The Land of Water was completely different to the Land of Wind in its climate. He wondered whether he would be able to adapt to it. It was much like his homeland, the Rain Country, thus he assumed that it wouldn't be too difficult to adjust to the changes.

With the announcement of Masuyo echoing across the deck, Yulo listened intently as to what was being said. Masuyo had been a puppet of the Kazekage? There were so many things he didn't know about the ones he called 'family'. Whether that was a good or bad thing would be determined in the near future. As for now though, he simply sat close enough to hear the discussion before him but chose not to give much input.

He was still a member of the Hidden Sand. How come he didn't feel as enthusiastic as his brothers did about the revive of their nation? All of them either bore headbands of the Rain, or slashed headbands of their recent allegiances. Yet Yulo's headband remained untouched, sitting on his left shoulder without a scratch on its surface. Whether his perspectives on the rebirth of the Rain would change was still unknown. He hoped to find answers in the trip to the Land of Water.

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[Messatsu!]

Masuyo smiled in response to Yuu's own. After allowing a reasonable amount of time to pass, Masuyo replied.

"Its quite simple really, we take it back and revive it ourselves."

Once spoken, his chakra continued to swell with natural energies as he looked over towards Yuu and offered a slight smile. Before long the ships captain informed the group that they, after a couple of hours, finally reached the docks of Mizu no Kuni.

The gathering had been nearly complete, Masuyo just hoped that the others would show their faces as well. Through all of the Kekkai and Tenzo he'd met up with, his faith laid inside of each and every one of them, even Goryo. Nevertheless, he stepped off the boat prior to signaling Yuu and Yulo to continue following him until they left the docks.

Thereafter, the trio came upon a cobblestone road with both sides blocked off by a mist filled forest, steadily making their way back to Amegakure no Sato where the new generation were destined to make their mark!

"We have a ways to go but don't fret, the journey will be worth it, I promise."

[Yuu]

If you looked close enough at my face you would notice a little half smile crease my maw the moment he said we were the ones that were going to revive the grand city. As we arrived at our destination, which I assumed to be the pathway towards the once great city I followed Masuyo off of the ship. It was Masuyo, Yulo, and I on this great journey, the rest of the area ahead of us was surrounded by a thick mist that somehow gave off the aura of a once memorable place, now just a piece of junk surrounded by memories.

"I hope we don't run into any uninvited guests. I doubt everyone decided to abandon this place after war hit, some people are still probably living in the rubble of the past city."

I spoke as we began to walk farther and farther into the mist filled forest. I couldn't see too well because of the thick mist that blocked most of my eyesight so I'd have to rely on my ears for most of this journey. I held tightly onto a kunai which was gripped in my right palm in case I needed to use it for self-defense—who knew what laid in wait in this forest.

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[Hronica]

As the Hidden Sand finally faded in the distance, Yulo turned his head to where the boat was headed. The area in front of them was different to where they were coming from. Rather than the vibrant sunlight echoing throughout the sky, the air was filled with a depressing mist that seemed to constantly linger. He tightened his leather jacket around his torso, stepping up from his seated position to edge closer to his other family members.

Finally, the boat docked in the new land. Yulo wondered why the three of them were in the Land of Water anyway. Did Masuyo have to collect something here before they went home? Although his knowledge in world geography was fairly limited, he was quite aware that the Land of Rain was right next to the Land of Wind. Why was it that they were all the way out here in the Water Country? More questions developing, none yet to be answered.

But still he followed like aimless sheep following their shepherd. Masuyo was the shepherd in this case, leading the family of Kekkai and Tenzo back to the homeland. As they walked along the path, Yulo kept close to the others. He didn't want any unsuspecting ninja to suddenly jump out at him from the trees. As long as they were with Masuyo, they would be safe. And what of the Tenzo boy? Could he really be trusted? The road was long.

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[Taka]

Kekkai Kiyoshi. Located also upon this ship that would eventually dock within Mizu no Kuni. Unlike the rest of his family, he was completely unaware of their existence within the ship. For the most part, he was working an odd job being the assistance to the ship's only doctor. It was due to this job why he was even on this ship in the first place. It wasn't the first time in a short interval that he was here in Mizu but money was money and he had to earn it considering that his home village in it's current state wasn't much to behold. plus he still had that other goal of his in mind of finding the others that probably were still roaming the different lands.

As it would pan out, on his break while roaming the ship, he heard a few words that at first caught him off guard. Ame revived? Was it really possible? If someone was spouting something like that then they just had to be either a Kekkai or a Tenzo. While he personally would prefer the former. the latter wouldn't be too bad despite the long history of really bad blood. Retreating back to the doctor's office, he would retrieve his things as the ship began to dock. He'd began to exit the ship in a hurried pace trying his best to catch up to the group. Once he did he'd make his presence know.

"I-I heard what you said...as you can probably tell, I'm a Kekkai, Kiyoshi Kekkai to be exact. If you're really going to revive Ame, well I'm pretty sure your going to need a medic."

[Moeru]

The time had finally come for the Kekkai family, and their cousins, to head home; back to Amegakure no Sato. It had been in ruin the last time he saw it. He was young, and his parents moved, where he grew up elsewhere. He probably would not be able to stay long, due to his loyalty for Konohagakure no Sato, but he did not mind going against the law this one time. His stay would probably be extended, and he would not leave until his home was restored to its original state.

This land had been different from his land in many ways. While Hi no Kuni was more arid, Mizu no Kuni had been humid. The moisture of the thick mist could be felt coiling around his body. He was used to things like this, as his home had been far worst. It rained each, and every day. It was like the cloud themselves were crying. There had country had been a sad one, to say the least. Looking around, he could see his brethren. Their vibrant orange hair stuck out like solar light bulbs, allowing him to pinpoint everyone of them.

“We can do this, guys!” he shouted, pumped up at the thought of returning home, and restoring their village. He had not been too loud, as he did not want to cause any suspicion, but those in the vicinity would hear him. A wide grin spread across his face, displaying his innermost excitement. He could hardly contain it. His thumb had been up, signifying his approval of their actions. He had been proud of his brothers, and sisters. They had come so far since the older days.

[Mitternacht]

Amegakure was the only thing I had ever thought of as home. It was the only place I've ever felt as home. The black, rolling thunderclouds choking the sun's rays. The sun fighting with it's army of light to bust through to find the earth. The almost relentless downpour, the torrent of moisture that would constantly fill the air, cover the ground. The scent that filled the air of fresh rain, the tone of the thousands upon thousands of descending drops of water. The thoughts of home when I closed my eyes were beautiful, serene.

After reuniting with a member of my family after being alone for years, I was finally find some sense of happiness. I yearned for my home, and now it was finally almost in sight. Masuyo claimed to know how to return Amegakure no Sato to it's former glory, to save it, bringing it back into the modern world. That's why I followed him; he gave me hope. Hope was something powerful. Without it, i was lifeless, simply drifting through the last few years without a thing to do, without a goal, without joy. By coming here, gathering all of the Kekkai and marching on our home, I was putting my life on the line. But I didn't care.

I was finally going home.

The docks are where sat, upon a wooden crate. Within the crate was something I didn't really care about. I sat, hood drawn, masking my face, my eye and patch, my radiant hair. I wore my armor, colored a dark color, as well as wearing my all of my weapons. I was geared up and ready to go to war. My posture upon the box was with crossed legs, eyes closed, softly meditating. I heard almost everything. The lick of the water against the wooden docks, the shuffling of some of the night dock workers, the echoing of the night creatures. It was cool, I felt, the soft sea-breeze blowing against me. That's why I too wore my clothing close, even though I was used to the cold. It was comforting, something I needed to steel my nerves has I waited upon these docks for the fateful ship bearing Masuyo and my brethren. I couldn't wait.

Something broke up the gentle cadence of the choppy waves. I opened my eye and looked up. A large boat was looming on the horizon, and I stood instantly. It had to be Masuyo's ship, as it wasn't heading for the docks. It was heading for the forests. I stood and walked calmly, but at a slightly brisk pace. I kept my hand near my high, where my blade lay, sheathed, just in case I would find that my family was not on the boat, but assailants. I didn't expect that, though, and smiled lightly. The hood was still angled to conceal my features, everything hidden but my mouth.

He watched the group land, coming upon them silently. His smirk increased to a large, full blown grin. All of these people were collected, collected together to bring back his home, all bonded by the same love and pride in their nation. “We can do this, guys!” gayly shouted one of the younger ones, the naivety and innocence in the voice bringing a twinkle to his eye. He longed for that sound, that young emotion once again, but it was no longer there. It was no big deal to him, though. His fist too thrust into the air, hood falling back, mouth beaming widely, joy shining within his sage eyes. The bright orange-red that showing his Kekkai-Tenzō heritage.

"For Amegakure!"

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[The Dude]

"I hope we don't run into any uninvited guests. I doubt everyone decided to abandon this place after war hit, some people are still probably living in the rubble of the past city."

A strong general assumption that was partially true and partially false. The ruins were abandoned and it did strike the occasional band of thieves or travelers as an excellent campsite. Kirigakure remained efficient in controlling and patrolling their lands however and dispatched a unit of shinobi to the ruins to clean out an unwelcome guests. Today of all days though Kiyoshi Tenzo had accepted the assignment.

Alone he had moved silently into the heart of the ruins and with the use of some sensing techniques crept through most of the ruins killing the squatters systematically. Near the edge of the ruins however one of his victims had escaped! Grabbing hold of his face, that now bore a brand strangely shaped like Kiyoshi's hand, he sprinted out of the ruins running for the forest near the coast. Kiyoshi quickly retrieved and slung a knife that flew silently before plunging deep through the back of the man's throat.

He quickly ran after the body to retrieve his knife, glancing about cautiously in case any of the other squatters in the ruins had heard him. As he re sheathed the kunai into his under vest raised voices could be heard just barely through the forest onto the coast. He spun about a tree quickly and silently scaling it before peering through the trees to see a crowd of people gathering. They seemed to be moving towards the forest and near the ruins but he couldn't make them out just yet. Cutting them off sneaked through the tree tops silently until he was hidden behind the trunk of a tree twenty meters above ground.

He closed his eyes and cocked his head for a moment in concentration as he reached out sensing the strangers each as they stepped into his fifty meter range. Definitely ninja. Seven in number. As the leader stepped across into the range Kiyoshi could see a visible ripple in chakra around him. Emanating almost, and his eyes seemed aglow with natural chakra.

Kiyoshi definitely should've fled and ran to warn Kirigakure of this band of seven. But he refrained. Curiosity and famliarity had gotten the better of him. Some of these Chakras were so familiar to him for some reason. Too familiar for it to just be a coincidence or luck. Whoever these people were, Kiyoshi had crossed paths with many of them before....

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[Tenzo Jiro]

Not far along the road was a stationary one person carriage. The ox tied to it kicked a little as Masuyo and company approached. The darkness of night made the creature uneasy. It kicked again. “Sh-sh-sh-shhhhh,” a voice whispered from inside the carriage. The beast calmed. A voice called out from the darkness of the carriage, a breath and pause between each word. “Ah...Masuyo-kun.” Loudly, the voice breathed in with its nose. It exhaled a few seconds later. In no rush, he inhaled again. “No, perhaps not.” The shadow moved and grunted a bit, having fallen asleep while waiting. “Masuyo-san, now...Yes.” The “s” was held for an extra second. The shadow cleared its throat. “Yes...Masuyo-san, now.” The words were neither friendly nor hostile. It was like the shadow was reading from a book. “You've gotten older, yes....Mmm...So have I.”

A hand moved and metal creaked. Starting with just an ember, soon a small lantern illuminated one side of the shadow's face. “So have I.” The shadows did no favors for the old man, making his skin look even more lined that it already was. The hour did not help, either. “Meeting so late...” Each time he spoke, he held the last word for a moment, as if he had forgotten what he meant to say. “Goryo informed me...of your travels...” He breathed deeply in with his nose and exhaled. “I was not aware you would have such company...” His head poked out further into the light, old eyes squinting to see Masuyo's companions. “Forgive me my transgressions...I fear the last time...I saw any of you...You were children.” He leaned back into the shadows. “If I've seen any of you...at all...” The ox shifted around, catching his eye for a moment. “My name is Tenzo Jiro,” he continued. “Eldest Tenzo.” The last statement was the first words that had a hint of emotion. In this case, it was pride.

“Unfortunately, Goryo did not have all of the answers...to my questions.” Jiro cleared his throat. “I figured...if you were traveling so late...you must have some purpose.” He sniffed. Whatever Masuyo's purpose was, Jiro clearly did not think of it as urgent. “And it is always nice to see blood...no matter how diluted...it may be...So, Masuyo-san...what is your purpose?"

[Nujabes]

"It's gonna be kind of hard to revive Amegakure if all of you shits are dead, don't you think?" The booming, thunderous voice issuing the statement came from a titan of a man standing no more than twenty feet up ahead (from Masuyo, the "leading body" of the group). He was alone, or so it seemed, spare for the slab of mass whipped across his back. Wrapped from the tip to hilt in bandages, the writhing structure appeared more like a shiskabobed adult than a sword.

Defined by his usual attire, the dark-skinned, fair-haired giant tilted his head to the side as he observed the rag-tag group of "clansmen." The majority of them wore their bands like it was a fad to have the nasty little gash crossing through its heart. It was a blatant insult to the structure and stability that he, the Mizukage, had fought for -- an insult that he wouldn't tolerate in the slightest.

Wrapping his left hand around the hilt protruding from over his shoulder, the blade reacted.

GigiGigigi~ GigigigiGIGIGgiGI~ GigiGi~

"Now, my pet here is rather hungry. He can already taste your chakra, even from here. Especially yours." His eyes set squarely on Masuyo. A smirk unfurled across Akira's dark features, his eyes narrow and focused as he began supplementing Samehada's ravenous desire with his own unique blend of chakra. The beast within his own stomach had begun to churn, bubbling its might beneath the surface of impeccable muscle and taunt flesh. His posture was balanced, steady; ready to pounce at a moment's notice. "So, I'll give you one chance. Turn around and get the fuck out of my country," he began.

His stance shifted. Bending at the knees, Akira dropped, while his free arm elevated; his left leg slid back while his right took the lead. It was unfortunate that the little cult ran into the wall that they had, but such was the fact of life. "Or, I kill every single one of you before you even have a chance to blink. Choice is yours."

A single, slow step was taken forward. "But you'd better hurry, because my friend is rather impatient."

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[Messatsu!]

Seems like the gathering ended just a little earlier than expected. Having taken the lead of the group, despite the Tenzo follower's, Masuyo would have undoubtedly been the first to see, sense, and gauge the man ahead. Seemingly alone, he carried an oddly shaped sword, one of which sprung to life with its own series of sporadic laughter. That man, the idea that he hadn't been some run of the mill shinobi had been cemented by the analysis of his chakra which, surprisingly, exceeded Masuyo's own, even when dipping into the wellspring of chakra provided by Senjutsu.

"Damn-it this can't be good, I doubt I can do anything, not with this body. "

By then, Masuyo ceased all forms of movement while he listened and heeded the request of the mysterious man. There had been no other option but to follow it, considering that Masuyo's clone was only a dampened state himself that carried half (or less) than his initial durability and chakra.

"Fine, we all will respect your wishes as we do not seek any kind of trouble."

"Everyone, we're heading back to the docks and straight to Amegakure, we've overstayed our welcome within this country."

His focus and eyes still locked upon the mans position, Masuyo quickly turned and headed back the way they came, and had the others been just as smart, they'd follow. Truthfully they had no choice, considering Masuyo had been the only shinobi out of the group that could've even hope to combat the man. Sadly, as only a mere kage bunshin in the face of his unprecedented power, he'd be unable to complete hold the man of if he were to attack.

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