Onward, Konoha! [ Kumo ]

[— Namitsuki]

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[/color][/font] our positioning within the forestry as our beloved Faust would demonstrate true loyalty to the mission. It was a clone after all, but nonetheless there was a swift movement as the shinobi. Left behind us a gift as I would circle around with Kimidori to get a closer view. It seemed that the young lady came across her answer and thus made the choice to confirm. When she confirmed the location, my eyes would search the surrounding areas for any possible disturbances of anyone around us. Once she gave the go head that we can leave then I knew what time it was. My being would turn and prepare to head out back towards our next location. This was Silent Homicide. With that being said Kimi would leave me with a few choice words, but as she walked by me. I found my hand tapping her bottom once more and letting out a chuckle. Turning on my heels, I would checked the secured items Faust had left in my care. It was time to get out of this hot ass place. Leaving the poncho about my cloths, I remembered how energetic Faust had seemed amongst those last moments of the mission. Perhaps, thats the difference between him and it was that explosion of youth that began to reminded me. There was a time when even the best taijutsu fighters wouldn't be able to go toe to toe with me. The lightning was cackling and thus Silent Homicide's

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I continued my act as if the two large patrols of shinobi had not just surrounded me, their tabi boots and ninja sandals the only thing my bowed head could take true note of. But under the 'mourning' spell none of that mattered; all I could think of was my friend's passing. In true style, the clone would begin a low, natural sob, saying nothing that would answer the patrolman's questions. However, after a few moments, the sobs turned into heaves, and soon, the tears began to stream down my cheeks. It was all very, very natural.

"...buddy...bu-buddy..."

"BUDDY WOULD'VE WANTED IT THIS WAY!!!"

My gloved hands struck the soft forest ground as I threw my head down quickly, and for another moment, i would be lost under my sadness spell. Although the hood of the robe would muffle some of the cries, they were intense enough to bust through regardless, lending a bit of truth to my excuse. I would say nothing more, simply letting my sobbing die out, as if I was lost in thought over "buddy"...

"...!"

Yep.

[DAVID BOWE]

+72 -- Kimidori
+66 -- Nami
+50 -- Fina
+13 -- Hiromasa
+31 -- Kii